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 Better Living Through Chemistry

   Copyright (c) 2005 - Dorsai

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   Anybody that saw him immediately thought "nerd" - and they were right.
At six and a half feet tall, Denton Blanchard weighed in at a whopping
hundred and seven pounds.  He wore glasses with thick black frames
(fortunately not held together with tape), and tended to walk around with
something of a look of distraction on his face.  He wasn't unattractive -
in fact, he looked like an extra-long version of Buddy Holly - but it was
his height and (lack of) build that doomed him in the eyes of most of the
girls that saw him.

   He'd gotten interested in chemistry immediately on receiving his first
beginner's chemistry set at the age of ten; for his birthday before he'd
started middle school, his parents had gotten him the most advanced set on
the market - and he'd "outgrown" it by the time he finished.  Now, just
starting his Junior year of high school, he was at the point where the
local chemical supply house knew him by name from the wide variety of
chemicals and assorted other supplies he ordered on a regular basis.

   At home, his parents were delighted with his hobby - he was virtually
guaranteed a full scholarship at the state university, something that would
relieve them of a considerable financial burden.  His sister, Christine -
or Chris, as she preferred to be called - had virtually nothing in common
with him.  A year younger than he was, she was about as average as any girl
could be - except for her bubbly personality, and the fact that she was one
of the few people anywhere near his age that he was able to talk to, and
stay on good terms with.  The rest of kids at school either thought he was
some kind of freak, or hated him for screwing up the grading curve in the
math and science classes they shared with him: if he didn't get a perfect
score on a quiz or exam, he seldom missed more than one question, and NEVER
three.  In fact, it was at the point where if he missed a question, the
first thought the teacher had was that if HE missed one, then it might have
been the question that was at fault.

   Consequently, he was the subject of no small amount of the kinds of
abuse that only teenagers seem capable of - cruel pranks, ridicule,
isolation, and even a bit of physical abuse were all directed toward him.
It also meant that he didn't get much opportunity to meet girls - and they
were the one thing, other than chemistry, that occupied his thoughts most
of the time.  To be sure, there were some girls that would welcome his
attentions - but they were ones that he didn't particularly want to be seen
with: he tended to avoid girls that weighed half again as much as he did,
or had more facial hair.  He didn't have any dreams of going out with
cheerleaders or anybody like that; he'd have been quite happy to find a
girl as ordinary as his sister - whom he adored.
He was at his desk in his bedroom, having just finished his homework -
and reading ahead for the next day at school - when Chris made an
appearance at his door.  She usually stopped off at one of her friends'
houses on the way home from school, so it wasn't unusual for him to be
finishing up HIS homework before Chris even got home from school.  What was
different that day was that Chris came on into his room and took a seat on
his bed.  He turned to look at her, and from the expression on her face,
knew there was something she wanted him to do for her: she didn't know it,
but whenever she wanted something from him, she always got a peculiar

half-grin on her face.

   He raised an eyebrow, and she had the courtesy to blush slightly before
she showed him a magazine page and saying "See this stuff, Den?  This ad
for this cologne and perfume?  It says it has some kind of stuff call
pheromones - did I say that right?  - in it.  They said it makes more guys
want to be around girls, and girls around guys.  I can't afford the
sixty-five dollars they want for this stuff, and I was wondering... 
well... is this anything YOU could make?  I mean, down in your lab?"

   In the basement, threatening to overwhelm the little corner set aside
for their Dads fly-tying hobby, was Den's lab.  It was something that any
high school teacher - and not a few small college professors - would have
envied.  A few times before, he'd been able to duplicate the scent of a
particular perfume that Chris had been desperate for, but unable to afford
- so it wasn't much of a surprise to him that she'd thought to ask him if
he could do it again.  He took the magazine from her and read the text
accompanying the pictures.  It was the first time he'd ever heard of a
company selling cologne or perfume containing pheromones: pheromones were
known to cause certain physical reactions in animals, but this was the
first he'd heard of anything like that in humans, who where thought not to
have them.

   The ad was, as he'd expected, pretty thin on actual facts.  But there
was enough there to give him a place to start, and he handed the magazine
back to Chris before saying "I dunno, Chris.  Copying the other stuff you
wanted was pretty easy; I mean, it was just stuff.  But this...  they're
saying it has other things in it, too, and I don't know how easy it would
be to copy - or if it even works the way they're claiming.  I can check
into it, and try, maybe, but..."

   That was all his sister needed to hear.  She jumped off the bed and
hugged him, then kissed him on the cheek, exclaiming "Thanks, Den!  I knew
I could count on you!" and swarming out of his room before he could finish.
He sighed to himself before turning back to his History book; when he'd
finished the next day's topics, he took note of the page number, and closed
it before standing and heading downstairs to his lab.

   Digging out a couple of the reference books he had, he spent the next
half hour trying to find out what he could about pheromones - which wasn't
much, with just the books he had.  Still, he was able to refresh his memory
and pick up a few other things, so it hadn't been a complete waste.

   The next day, after school, he went down to the city's main library. 
Using their computer system, he was able to find some additional books
available from a couple of local colleges through the inter-library loan
system.  He carefully noted the catalog numbers and titles, then submitted
his request.  The librarians knew him, and assured him the books would be
in within a couple of days.

   When he got the books, he spent a weekend going through them.  Most of
what he was reading was organic chemistry, and his interests tended more
toward inorganic, but he was still able to keep up with what he was
reading. He took copious notes, and carefully wrote down the thoughts and
ideas that came to him as he was reading.  By the time he had to turn the
books back in a few days later, he had a fairly good idea of what would be
involved in trying to duplicate the products in the ad Chris had shown him.

   It was a sign of the amount of business that he did with the chemical
supply company that they were willing to give him a some of the materials
that he thought he'd need.  His dad took him down to pick them up without
questioning what he needed or wanted them for; both of his parents had long
since stopped bothering to ask: it hadn't taken them long to realize that
they simply didn't understand the answers he gave.  He wasn't cooking up
drugs, he wasn't making explosives, and even THEY could see that he was
meticulous about safety and cleanliness - which was all they really needed
to be comfortable with what he was doing.

   Once he got started on the project, he told Chris, so she'd know he
hadn't forgotten about it.

   Over the course of the next several weeks, almost all of his
after-school time was spent in his lab, trying to develop a perfume for
Chris that would incorporate the pheromones mentioned in the ad.  His
efforts were uniformly unsuccessful: he could take a perfectly good,
pleasant scent and the simple addition of the chemicals that made up a
pheromone would turn it into a stinking puddle.  In fact, more than once
the resulting stench was enough to actually nauseate him - which, all
things considered, was no small feat.

   He was on his way home from school when he had the misfortune of running
into Biff Kinney and his band of Merry Morons - at least, that was how Den
thought of them.  They were the sort that sat at the back of the class
making various noises and comments that interfered with anyone actually
learning anything.  Biff was quarterback on the football team, Captain of
the baseball team, on the wrestling team - and Head of the Prick Team, as
far as Den was concerned.  Normally, he'd be able to avoid them, but he'd
let himself get so wrapped up in trying to find a solution to the pheromone
problem that he'd failed to notice Biff and crew lounging around in front
of the Burger Palace where they usually hung out after school - assuming
one or more of them didn't have Detention, which wasn't exactly unheard of.

   In any event, Den was within just a few feet of them when he realized
his error.  Before he had time to think of something that would allow him
to change course, they were on him like a pack of hyenas on a wounded
gazelle - not that he was actually that fast or that graceful.

   With Biff blocking his way, the others fanned out around him.  Skippy
Johansen went behind him and knocked his books out of his hand - one of
them landing on top of a fresh dog turd.  The rest were scattered all over
the sidewalk, where they were kicked around from one person to the next. 
While that was going on, Biff decided to torment Den a little by saying
"Denny" - a nickname Den hated - "You've got all that other stuff in your
pocket, but you forgot something!" - and filling his shirt pocket with a
handful of dirt.  Somehow, Den knew they were just getting started when a
particularly kind and beneficent God smiled on him through the appearance
of Tiffany Stromberg, Biff's girlfriend - and head of the cheerleading
squad.  She was the proverbial blonde knockout cheerleader: long blonde
hair, incredible blue eyes, large bust, trim waist, a small obviously firm
ass, and a pair of legs that seemed to go on forever.  She was also the
stereotypical dumb blonde: in the couple of classes that Den had with her,
she gave every indication that she pretty much had the intelligence of a
fence post.  But she was incredibly beautiful, and when she batted her long
eyelashes at the male teachers after failing a quiz or exam, they
invariably caved in and gave her a minimum passing grade.  Biff got HIS
passing grades by being as good as he was at sports: the teams he was on
needed him, and he couldn't play if he didn't pass - so he was passed. 
Otherwise, he'd likely have been the biggest kid in Remedial Kindergarten.

   The appearance of Tiffany meant that Biff was going to have to go inside
with her, and treat her like the royalty she thought she was; and when Biff
left, his buddies would leave with him - saving Den from further
harassment.

   Sure enough, Tiffany came up and kissed Biff, then wheedled him into
taking her inside for a Coke; Skippy and the others followed - but only
after each of them inflicted some minor indignity on him along the way.

   When they were inside, Den carefully picked up his books; the one that
had fallen on the dog shit moreso than the others.  Fortunately, he had all
of them wrapped in bookcovers, so no permanent damage was done.  Still, it
was awkward - and smelly - as he started walking home again.  As he was
walking, his mind went back to the problem with the pheromone perfume that
Chris wanted.  It was a warm day, and the heat added to the stench of the
dog crap on his book; he found himself more and more distracted by it as he
went along.  He was nearly home when he suddenly stopped dead in his
tracks. His family would have immediately recognized the look on his face:
it was one he got only when he had a sudden flash of inspiration about
chemistry.  Short of setting his pants on fire, he wasn't going to come out
of the daze he was in until his mind had worked its way through whatever
the problem was.

   A couple of minutes later - fairly quick for incidents such as that - he
gave a little shake and continued his journey home.  After emptying the
dirt from his shirt pocket and doing his homework, he went down to his lab
and started working.

   It was a week later when he told Chris that he'd found a way to
duplicate the pheromone perfume that she'd wanted.  Chris was delighted, of
course, and promptly asked him when she could have some.  He considered
what all he had to do in the next few days, and said he'd have a bottle of
it for her the following Friday night, after she got home from her date
with her boyfriend.  She promptly came over to give him a kiss on the cheek
and thank him profusely.  Blushing slightly, he told her "Uh, I'm still not
sure how good it's going to work, Chris.  I mean, all I did was come up
with a way to duplicate what the ad you showed me says it has.  I don't
know if it's actually going to work, or anything."

   Chris looked up at him and suggested "Then why don't both of us put some
on before we come down from breakfast Saturday morning, then?  That way,
you can tell me if it works on me, and I can tell you if it works on you?"

   Den wasn't sure about that idea, but let Chris talk him into trying it.
Their folks were going to be leaving early for some charity event his Mom
was involved in, so if it turned out that the stuff just smelled strange,
he wouldn't have to worry about any comments from them.  Chris might be
disappointed, but at least she'd understand...

   The following Saturday morning, after he'd showered and gotten dressed,
Den carefully applied a liberal amount of the cologne he'd come up with,
then went downstairs for breakfast.  As expected, his folks had already
left, and he was alone as he went about making himself some breakfast. 
He'd just sat down with his food when Chris came in and began making
herself something to eat.  She hadn't been in the kitchen for five seconds
before Den noticed she was wearing the pheromone perfume he'd made for her
- and not two seconds after that that it smelled pretty darn good.

   It wasn't but a couple of minutes before Chris sat down across from him,
and the two of them began eating.

   As the two of them chatted during their meal, Den caught himself looking
at Chris - not so much as his sister, but as a female.  At one point, he
realized that the robe she was wearing (she hardly ever dressed before
breakfast on Saturdays) had opened up a little, and he could see the upper
slopes of her breasts - and felt himself starting to grow hard at the
sight.

   He felt himself beginning to flush slightly with embarrassment, and
having a little trouble talking to her - not noticing that Chris was
apparently experiencing the same problems.

   When both of them had finished their meals, Chris got up and collected
their dishes and silverware, putting them in the dishwasher before coming
over to where Den was.  When she did, Den couldn't help noticing that her
robe had apparently opened even farther, leaving even more of her breasts
exposed to his gaze.  When he was able to tear his eyes away from the sight
to look into Chris's face, he finally saw that she was as flushed as he
felt, and the look in her eyes was one he'd never seen before.

   Even her voice was different when she told him "Den, I want to thank you
for everything you've done for me."

   "Um, that's okay, Chris.  You know I like doing stuff for you."

   "But I want to really thank you - for everything" she replied, before
nudging him to slide his chair back a bit - followed by planting herself in
his lap and pulling his head down to give him a kiss.

   Den was mortified: surely she could feel the way his cock was tenting
his slacks, the way her (delightful!) ass was pressed against it!

   But the embarrassment of having his little sister knowing that he had a
hard-on was quickly dismissed when he realized that the kiss she was giving
him was something more - WAY more!  - than the simple sister-to-brother
pecks she'd graced him with before.  Particularly when he felt her mouth
open, and her tongue touch his lips.

   That was all it took.  With a soft groan, Den opened his lips in return,
letting Chris' tongue into his mouth where it promptly began introducing
itself to his own.  When Chris wriggled on his lap, making it clear that
she could feel his hard cock, he couldn't stop himself from wrapping his
arms around her and pulling her close before beginning to arch himself up,
pressing his manhood against the firm globes of her ass.

   To his amazement, Chris didn't object in the slightest.  If anything,
she pressed her body against his even more; and began softly moaning in
response each time he pressed himself against her.

   It wasn't two minutes before Den could detect a completely new aroma in
the air; it took several seconds before he was able associate it with
Chris. But once he did, he quickly realized that it was coming from her,
well, pussy; and it meant that she was getting excited!

   Even as Den was coming to those realizations, he felt Chris' body pull
back from him slightly.  A few moments later, she took his hands in hers
and pulled them up - to her breasts.  Shocked, he could only hold them
still as his mind grappled with the idea of having real, live tits in his
hands for the first time.  But Chris wasn't prepared to wait for his brain
to catch up: it was only a few moments before her hands squeezed his,
letting him know that she wanted him to do more than just touch her. 
Suitably prodded, he began moving his hands on her breasts: delighted with
their warmth; amazed how how spongy, yet firm, they were; savoring the
smooth softness of her skin; intrigued by the texture and detail of her
puckered areolas and erect nipples.  As he and Chris continued their
impassioned kisses, he memorized the feel of her firm young mammaries.

   It was only a minute before Chris was moaning into his mouth as she
pressed herself against his erection; a couple of minutes later, she
pressed herself against him a few times before pulling her lips away from
his just long enough to say "Touch me, Den!", then opening her robe
completely to reveal she was completely naked before merging his lips with
hers again.

   His arousal was easily keeping pace with hers, and he didn't hesitate to
do as she demanded; his hands left her breasts to began exploring the rest
of her young body.  When his fingertips finally reached her firm thighs,
she again moaned into his mouth as she spread her legs in open invitation.
He delighted in the feel of the smooth skin of her thighs as he slowly
traced his way to their apex - where he found the small, but dense and soft
thicket of her pubic hair.  When his hand explored further, he found the
entrance to her womanhood: he quickly discovered that it was bracketed by a
pair of thin lips, the area between them hot and fairly dripping.  He dared
let a fingertip slip between them, brushing across her intimate opening. 
Chris groaned in response, and pressed her pelvis forward, welcoming his
touch.  He pressed a little farther, and felt the tight ring of her opening
part slightly in response.  It took him only a few moments to begin sliding
his finger deeper and deeper into her amazingly hot and wet channel -
accompanied by a soft moan of obvious pleasure and passion from Chris.  It
didn't take long before he had his entire finger inside her as he slowly
explored her deepest recesses.

   As he was plumbing the depths of her vagina, he could feel a small bump
pressing against the palm of his hand; the desire to find out what it was
finally made him slide his well-oiled digit from her so he could
investigate it.  He'd no more than touched it when Chris released a deep
groan of pleasure and tried to spread her legs even more, letting him know
that he'd found something important.

   Carefully and gently, he began touching and caressing the little nubbin
he'd found at the top of her cleft.  With each touch, Chris' noises of
pleasure told him that what he was doing pleased and excited her - which
only encouraged him to continue.  Much to his surprise, it was only a
minute or so before he felt Chris begin to tense on his lap; a few seconds
later, she broke their kiss and began gasping and shuddering as she
released a number of soft cries.  At first, he was afraid he'd done
something wrong - but then realized that he hadn't: rather than hurting
her, he'd brought her to an orgasm!

   He watched as a number of spasms passed through Chris, and was surprised
when she suddenly seemed to 'come out of it' and wrap her arms around him
as she started kissing him again.  If anything, having orgasmed like that
only seemed to have increased her passion and desire!

   In short order, the two of them were engaged in another series of
passionate kisses as Den began exploring her body again.  He was again
pressing his almost painfully hard erection against Chris' ass when she
started easing her body off his lap - even as she continued their
impassioned kisses.  When she was standing again, she started tugging at
Den, and finally got him to understand that she wanted HIM to stand up,
too. When he did, she plastered herself against the front of him, pressing
her body against his.  Perhaps a minute later, she started easing herself
back, bringing Den along with her.  After a few moments, he could feel that
she was pressed against the kitchen table - and was surprised when she
managed to wriggle her way onto it so that she was sitting on the edge. 
Once there, he felt her reach between them - then her hands on the front of
his pants.  It took him a couple of seconds to realize that she was trying
to undo his belt - and on the heels of that, that she wanted to get his
pants off!  He tried to fight the idea, but his arousal and desire were
simply too much: gently nudging her hands out of the way, he quickly had
his belt, then his pants, unfastened.  With that done, Chris didn't delay
in sliding his pants down, then his undershorts.  When his hard cock was
waving in the air, she quickly wrapped her hand around it and softly
stroked his 7-inch length for a few moments before she began to lie back -
her lips pulling Den's body down as her hand guided his erection closer to
her pelvis.

   It wasn't long before she was lying back on the table, Den's body over
hers and head of his cock pressing against the mat of hair covering her
mons.  Through a supreme effort of will, Den managed to pull his lips away
from hers and say "Chris, we shouldn't be doing this!  I'm your brother! 
What if you get pregnant, or something?!"

   Chris looked up at him and answered "I don't care if you're my brother -
I WANT this" - squeezing his hardness - "Mom got me on the Pill last
summer, so I'm safe.  Den, I just want you to fuck me!"

   That was the end of Den's resistance.  He'd tried to stop things between
them; but the desire he felt was simply too much.  With a groan, he lowered
his head and began kissing Chris again; she responded by guiding the head
of his penis through the soft down of her pubic thatch until she had it
between her vaginal lips and pressing against her opening.

   With the feel of his dick pressing against her wet opening, Den's first
instinct was to arch his hips and try to bury himself in her as quickly as
possible; Chris managed to prevent that by putting her hands on his hips
and holding them back.  When he realized what she was doing, Den felt a bit
ashamed of himself - but not enough to make him want to stop trying to get
into her completely.  Instead, he released control to Chris: letting the
feeling of her hands on his hips guide him as to what she wanted him to do.

   When she was sure that she was in control, Chris moved one of her hands
between them to hold Den's erection in place as she used the other to
slowly pull him forward.  He followed her lead, and felt her tight opening
start to spread for him.  It seemed like an eternity to him, but it was
only a few moments before he felt himself slip through so that the bulbous
head of his teenage cock was inside his young sister.  Chris let a few
moments pass before easing him forward again - stopping him when an
additional inch or so of his manhood was in her.  To his surprise, she
nudged him back again until only the head of his cock was in her; then she
had him press forward again.  When she did, he could feel himself being
wetted with her oils, and understood what she was doing - and why.  They
continued like that a few more times until he could feel that his hard dick
was completely buried in her as the two of them continued kissing and
touching each other's bodies.

   The feel of Chris' hot, wet, tight pussy around him was almost more than
Den could stand; even after Chris moved her hands up and started playing
with her nipples, he held himself still in her until he was sure he
wouldn't cum just from the feeling of being IN her that way.  He didn't
have the faintest idea of the what or why that would have Chris wanting
him. All he was sure of was that he was finally getting to experience sex,
and he was determined to make it last as long as he could!

   When he finally felt ready to actually start fucking for the first time
in his life, he slowly slid his penis out of Chris, stopping when only a
couple inches were still inside her.  Then he just as slowly pressed
himself back into her - feeling her shudder slightly as his manhood was
slowly enveloped by her hot, wet channel.  The next stroke he took was a
little faster; the one after that faster still.

   It wasn't a minute before he was steadily pistoning in and out of her;
much to his dismay, though, he could feel himself rapidly approaching his
climax - and was powerless to stop it.

   He managed a few more strokes, then a deep groan, he pressed himself as
far into his sibling as he could - even as the first powerful spurt of his
cum was erupting from his dick.

   He was afraid that Chris would be disappointed - but she wasn't. 
Apparently, she could feel him filling her with his jism, and began to have
her own climax.  The feeling of her tight pussy clenching around him was
incredible, and he could feel that the last few spurts of his release were
nearly as powerful as the first.  When it was over for him, he felt as his
cock began to lose its hardness.  He was still inside Chris, though, and
the sensation of her body spasming underneath him as her climax tapered off
was enough to dramatically slow the process.

   When Chris had recovered from her orgasm, she looked up at him in
delight before telling him "THANK you, Den!  That was wonderful!" and
pulling his head down for another kiss.

   He felt her pussy tighten around him when she moved, and was both
grateful and amazed to feel himself begin to respond to the feeling.  When
their kiss ended, Chris could apparently feel it, too - she looked up at
him in delight and asked "Again?"

   He smiled in reply, and saw that her robe had spread out - leaving her
entire body exposed to him.  He managed to lower his head to her breasts
and begin kissing and licking on them, much to Chris' pleasure, which only
increased the sensations she was creating around his hardening manhood.

   Den had both of Chris' nipples erect, and glistening with his saliva, by
the time he was ready to start moving in her again.  His first tentative
motions brought a deep moan from Chris before she pulled his head up so she
could begin kissing him again.  With their lips again all but fused
together, Den began sliding his manhood in and out of his sister's tight
pussy.

   Having already filled Chris with his seed once, he was able to give her
as much pleasure as he was receiving - perhaps even more.  Over the next
fifteen-plus minutes, he managed to bring her to climax twice before
burying his hard cock in her as far as he could and unloading his balls yet
again.  As he covered her body with his own, softly panting with the effort
of his exertions, he felt Chris' hands caressing his body as she showered
his face with kisses and filled his ears with endearments.  When he'd
caught his breath, he managed to raise himself over her so that he could
look down at her.  Though flushed and covered with a fine sheen of
perspiration, she looked even more lovely to him than she usually did. 
That, coupled with the intimacy they'd just shared, made him love her even
more - something he hadn't thought possible.

   With the thought that they had been intimate, he began to feel a mixture
of embarrassment and guilt - despite the satisfaction and pleasure that
were plain on Chris' face as she looked up at him.

   Seeing that something was bothering him, she asked "What's the matter,
Den?" before reaching up to cup his face in her hands.

   Haltingly, he answered "W...  wh...  what's the matter is that I just
fucked you, Chris!  I'm your brother, and we're not supposed to do that! 
I'm so sorry - I don't know what happened!"

   Chris just smiled up at him and replied "Yes, you DID fuck me - and did
a damn good job of it, thank you!  But Den, think about it: you couldn't
have done it unless I was willing to let you; and I was willing - more than
willing, even.  I know you're my brother, but all that mattered to me was
THIS" - the last part emphasized by her cum-drenched vagina clenching
around him.

   She finished up by saying "I don't know what happened, either - but I'm
not sorry it happened, and you shouldn't be, either.  Now you know I'm not
a virgin; I haven't been for almost a year - which you do NOT have to tell
Mom!  I'm pretty sure YOU were a virgin, though; if you were, and if I was
the one that you lost your virginity TO, then I'm glad: I know how much you
love and care for me, and I love and care for you more than I could ever
tell you.  Now, instead of feeling guilty about what we just did, how about
if you kiss me so I know you still love me?"

   Having heard that SHE wasn't upset about what had happened between them,
Den was more than willing to do as she asked; when he lowered his head to
kiss her, he wasn't surprised when the touch of their lips was soft and
loving.  They spent a few moments looking into each other's eyes before
Chris told him "As tall as you are, it can't be comfortable for you to be
bent over me like this.  Why don't you go ahead and stand up?  And while
you're at it, you can pull that marvelous dick of yours out of me so I can
get myself together and clean up.  God, it feels like you dumped a GALLON
of cum in me!", the last with a small giggle, letting him know that she was
only teasing.

   Den lifted himself off of her, and stood up before arching his hips back
to slide his semi-erect penis out of her.  When it finally popped free, he
could see why she'd said what she did about how much of his semen he'd
deposited in her: from mid-thigh to bellybutton, her lower body was
glistening with his seed, even as several large globs of it dripped out of
her.  He knew she could see him watching her, but she didn't seem concerned
in the slightest: she just smiled, sat up, and pulled the hem of her robe
up between her legs to keep from dripping his cum on the floor.  As she
started to stand up on the floor again, Den reached down and pulled his
shorts and slacks back up.  When Chris was ready, she told him "I'm going
to go take my shower now.  I think you need to clean up, too, so you can
shower with me if you want..."

   Even with everything that had happened that morning, Den couldn't
believe his ears - he was being offered the chance to get his hands on his
sister's cute body again, and have her hands on HIM!  Did he want to share
a shower with her?  Hell yes!

   The big grin on his face was all the answer Chris needed, and she took
him by the hand and led him back to the bathroom the two of them shared. 
Once inside, she unashamedly dropped her robe to stand naked in front of
him - plainly inviting him to really look at her; something neither of them
had been inclined to do earlier.  He knew she could see his cock start to
tent his slacks, but he managed to control himself somewhat in favor of
taking advantage of the opportunity to eyeball his 'little' sister in a way
he'd never been able to before.  Shoulder-length brown hair framed her oval
face and its clear complexion; her sparkling brown eyes revealed her
generally good humor and pleasant disposition.  Her nose was pert, and drew
attention to her full - but not overly so - lips.  Her mid-sized frame
supported a pair of medium sized breasts, more round than pointed, and
capped with small, dark nipples.  A trim waist flowed into a pair of nicely
curved hips; between her smooth, firm thighs, her pubic thatch was small
and dark - and as he knew from earlier that morning, incredibly dense and
soft.  Her legs fairly flowed out of the gracefully rounded orbs of her
ass, her thighs and calves describing a series of gentle arcs that caused
his breath to catch in his throat.

   When he looked at her face again, he could see in her eyes that she knew
he liked (!!) what he saw.  Granted, she wasn't what could be called
"beautiful" in the classic sense; but she was most definitely damn cute,
and a babe.

   Satisfied that he'd gotten the look at her he wanted, Chris moved to
stand in front of him - then began taking his clothes off for him.  First
to go was his shirt, quickly followed by his slacks, then his undershorts.
Last to go were his socks; with nothing to impede the view, she stepped
back and proceeded to give HIM the once-over, just as he'd done her.  When
she was done, she looked into his face - and he knew that she found him
attractive, too.

   Taking him by the hand, she led the two of them over to the shower and
reached in to get the water started.  When she'd gotten it adjusted to her
satisfaction, she got them under its spray.

   Den doubted that he would EVER have as much fun showering again as he
did with Chris: first she had him use his hands and some liquid soap to get
HER clean, then returned the favor.  Even after both of them were clean,
they continued touching and caressing each other's bodies - at least, until
the hot water began to run out.  Then it was time for them to dry each
other off, which proved to be almost as much fun.

   When they were done, Chris looked up at him and said "Den, I think we
need to talk." - words that froze his blood.

   To his surprise, though, she just collected her robe and his clothes in
one arm, and used her other hand to lead the two of them - still naked -
out of the bathroom and into his room.  There, she dumped all the clothing
on a chair, then guided him to lay down on his bed before moving to lie
next to him.  Turning to face him, she took his hand in hers and said "Den,
I think I know what happened with us this morning.  Remember, BOTH of us
were wearing that special stuff you made up - and I think maybe what
happened is that we found out that it really DOES work; at least, the way
you made it."

   He started to say something, and she just held her hand up to quiet him
before she went on "I am not saying that you tried to make anything happen
between us, or that you did anything wrong, or put any kind of blame or
anything on you.  I'm just wondering if maybe the stuff you made was a
little too strong.  I don't think you did it on purpose - I know you, Den,
and how careful you are; but you'll remember that you HAVE made a few
mistakes down in your lab.  I mean, almost as soon as I came into the
kitchen, I could smell you - and it was a smell that really GOT to me, you
know?  It started out that you just smelled really sexy, but the longer I
sat there, the more I started having, you know, thoughts.  And particularly
about YOU.  Before I knew it, I was standing there in front of you; and
well, you know what happened after that." - the last delivered with a wry
grin.

   Den told her "Honest, Chris, I didn't have any IDEA that that stuff
would work that way.  I don't know how many times I read that ad you showed
me, it never said anything about how much of the pheromones they put in it.
Even the books I read didn't give any indication of how much was needed, so
I had to experiment with what concentration to use.  I started small, and
worked my way up until it just smelled 'right'."

   Chris could see from the expression on his face that he was as sorry as
he could be that he'd done something that affected her that way, and she
quickly told him "Honest, Den, I'm not upset with you; and like I already
said, I KNOW you didn't do it on purpose.  What I'm trying to get you to
understand is that I'm not mad at you: I'm glad it happened!" Seeing his
shock and surprise, she went on "Den, I love you - you're my brother, and
any time I've EVER needed something, you've been right there to help me.  I
know you don't get out with girls much, and I've always wished there was
something I could do to help - but there wasn't.  At least, not until this
morning.  Now that it's happened, I realize that I can help you - and that
you can help ME, too."

   Den couldn't resist asking "How?"

   "Den, just because I'm a girl, it doesn't mean that I don't have the
same kinds of desires that you do!  There are times I just want to FUCK,
without having to worry that I'm going to get a reputation at school that
I'm easy or a nympho or something.  Sometimes, I get so hot, thinking about
maybe sucking a guy's cock; or just having him eat me 'til I cum.  For
stuff like that, I'm not looking for a lifetime commitment - I just need
someone to get off with!  And that's how we can help EACH OTHER: if it's
us, then you get some experience with girls, and I get some relief for what
I'm feeling, and both of us win."

   Put that way, he could understand what she was saying - and he had to
admit that it DID make a certain measure of sense.  Still not entirely
convinced, he asked "What happens if one of us wants to, and the other
doesn't?  What about dates and such?"

   She answered "We're brother and sister, and we already love each other.
But both of us already know that we aren't going to have, like, a life
together, or anything.  I already know YOU'RE not going to get upset or
anything when I go out with a guy; and I know how nervous you get around
girls, so when you find one that you want to go out with, I'll be happy for
you, not jealous.  In the mean time, the two of us can keep each other
happy - God knows, we did this morning!", the last with a smile.

   He couldn't help but smile back: it had been pretty damn nice.

   She went on to say "The only thing we really have to be careful of is
that we don't let anybody find out.  I mean, besides what we'd hear from
Mom and Dad and everybody we know, I think there's, like, some kind of law
or something about it.  I already told you that I'm on the Pill, so you're
not going to get me pregnant or anything; we just need to be sure nobody
knows what we're doing.  And I DO want to do this with you, Den."

   Having apparently said what she wanted to tell him, she placed his hand
on her breast and gave it a soft squeeze to let him know that she wanted
him to touch it, and play with it.

   As he lay there looking down at his sister (who had turned out not to be
so 'little' after all), and absently playing with her nipple, Den thought
about what she'd said.  As much as the idea of continuing to be able to
have sex appealed to him - which was a lot more than he would have admitted
- and being able to see and touch a real, live girl (even, or particularly,
his sister) the thing that actually settled the matter in his mind was the
fact that it was Chris asking; and specifically, the fact that the two of
them having sex was something that SHE wanted.  He never had been able (or
willing, for that matter) to deny her anything that she really wanted; and
after all that had happened that morning, he didn't have a doubt in the
world that she really did WANT the two of them to be intimate.

   When his mind was settled on the matter, he looked down into her eyes
and said "If you're really sure, Chris, then I can't think of any reason we
shouldn't help each other.  I was afraid that I, you know, raped you or
something this morning; but if you want us to keep going, then I guess it's
okay." When he was done, he could see the pleasure and delight in Chris'
eyes - and calmly leaned over to give the nipple under his hand a kiss
before moving his lips to hers so the two of them could share a soft,
loving kiss.

   When it was over, he looked into her eyes and said "I love you, Chris."

   With a look of delight on her face, she answered "And I love you, Den.",
then, after a few moments, told him "I'd like to stay here like this with
you - and even have some more fun; but Sherri is coming over in a bit, and
we're going to the mall."

   He nodded his understanding, and Chris pulled his head down for another
kiss before she got up - with obvious reluctance - and collected her robe
from his chair and left for her own bedroom to get ready for her trip to
the mall.  A few moments later, he got up and got dressed again.  When he
was ready, he went down to Chris' room to let her know that he'd be down in
his lab when she was ready to leave.  One of the rules that his parents had
insisted on was that he never work in his lab when no one else was in the
house; when Chris left, he'd leave his lab to take care of his weekend
chores.

   In the weeks that followed, Den had his sexual horizons expanded
considerably.

   Not only did he and Chris get several opportunities to fuck like a
couple of lust-crazed bunnies, but he got the chance to really learn about
the female anatomy when Chris helped him discover that he had a talent, and
enthusiasm, for cunnilingus.  In return, she demonstrated her skill at
sucking his cock - and in the process, helped him learn a measure of
control over when he climaxed.  In between, the two of them playfully
groped, fondled, and molested each other whenever the opportunity presented
itself.  Unsurprisingly, it didn't take the two of them long to 'learn'
each other's sexual moods, and how to tell when the other was agreeable to
a little frolicking.  And because of their mutual love for each other OUT
of bed, there wasn't any jealousy or hard feelings when one of them was
feeling frisky and the other was unable to respond in kind, whatever the
reason.

   It was shortly after Halloween when Mrs.  Sanduski, Den's Chemistry
teacher, asked him to come see her after school was out that day.  When he
did, he was told that Tiffany was failing the class, and needed a tutor. 
Den had tutored enough other kids that the idea wasn't any big deal for him
- other than the fact that it was Tiffany, Biff's girlfriend.  He tried to
beg off, but Mrs.  Sanduski wasn't having any of that, thank you very much:
she'd already contacted Tiffany's parents, and explained to them and
Tiffany that if she didn't get her grade up, she was going to lose her
place on the cheerleading team.  There was nothing for him to do, then, but
accept the slip of paper with Tiffany's folks' phone number, and call them
later that night to make the necessary arrangements.

   When he did, it didn't take him long to realize that they were far more
interested in Tiffany maintaining her 'social standing' than having her
actually learn anything, or get good grades.  Before the conversation
ended, they'd offered him double his normal tutoring rate, plus a pretty
hefty bonus if Tiffany got more than the minimum passsing grade.  He was to
come over twice a week for the first couple of weeks, then if Tiffany's
work improved, once a week after that until the end of the semester.

   The first time he went over to help her, he had to endure a half-hour
explanation from her parents just how "important" it was that Tiffany
didn't lose her place on the cheerleading squad, and what it would do to
her chances of getting into the 'right' school.  When Tiffany finally got
to lead him up to her room, his eyes were locked on the globes of her ass
all the way up the stairs.  Once in her room and at her desk, he caught a
whiff of her perfume; that, coupled with the lightweight blouse that did
little to conceal her braless breasts, soon had him sporting an erection -
which he was careful to try and conceal from her while he tried to help her
learn something about chemistry.  By the time the session ended, she'd made
a little bit of progress; but there was something going on that Den
couldn't quite put his finger on.  It kept his mind occupied all the way
home, where Chris was the more than willing outlet for his pent-up lust,
their parents having gone out to do some shopping.

   It was another couple of tutoring sessions with Tiffany before Den
realized what was going on: Tiffany wasn't actually as stupid as she
seemed. In fact, she was reasonably intelligent - the problem was that her
parents didn't have very high expectations for her scholastically, so she'd
never really bothered herself with studying.  As long as she was able to do
all the right 'social' things at school, her parents simply didn't concern
themselves very much with her actual grades.

   The Saturday after he figured out what the deal was with Tiffany, his
Dad had to take one of the family cars in for some service - something that
would take a good three hours.  For her part, his Mom was going out
shopping for food and decorations for the upcoming Thanksgiving holidays.
That left Den and Chris alone in the house, and free to spend the better
part of an hour trying to screw each other silly.  After it was over, Chris
was lying in front of Den with his semi-erect penis still buried in her as
the two of them held each other.  After a couple of minutes, Chris asked
"So how are you doing, trying to teach chemistry to Miss Tiffany?" While
popular among the upper social strata at school, Tiffany was considerably
less well thought of by the rest of the school, who often referred to her
as Miss Tiffany as a commentary on her attitude toward lesser beings.

   "She isn't stupid, or anything", Den replied as he toyed with Chris'
nipples.  "It's just that her folks don't expect her to get good grades as
long as she's on the cheerleading squad and all that other stuff she does.
She's learned SOME, but it's like she just doesn't have any reason to
actually study." He laughed, and added "One good thing, though, is that
Biff isn't bothering me as long as his girlfriend needs me to stay on the
squad!"

   Chris laughed, and said "I'll bet if she couldn't fuck Biff as much as
she wanted until her grades came up, she'd hit the books!"

   Chris' laughter caused her vagina to tighten around where Den's dick was
still in her - and the several minutes of rest he'd had since they'd
finished left him with the energy and ability to respond.  She could
apparently feel the change in him, because she turned her head to look at
him over her shoulder, and with a big grin on her face asked "More?"

   He just grinned back at her for a few seconds before moving his head so
the two of them could kiss as his hands got busy on her breasts.  Another
couple of minutes, and both of them were panting - and Den was fully erect
in her once more.  Not long after that, his room was again filled with the
sounds of their passion.

   It wasn't until much later that he remembered what Chris had said about
Tiffany - and even longer before he really started to THINK about it.

   A little while later, he was down in his lab.

   The next time Den went to tutor Tiffany, he was even more nervous than
he'd been the first time.

   His nerves were only marginally calmed when Tiffany's parents said that
they had to go out for some benefit or other, and that it would be just Den
and Tiffany in the house.  In fact, they had been waiting for him to
arrive; once they'd told him where they were going, they left to get their
coats so they could leave.  Again, Tiffany led the way up to her room -
what she couldn't see was that behind her, Den was uncapping a small
bottle, then applying some of the liquid inside to his cheeks before wiping
the surplus on his arms.  The closed bottle went back into his pants
pocket.

   The tutoring session started as usual, with Den reviewing some of what
they'd gone over the last time; he was just starting to explain covalent
bonding when they heard Tiffany's parents leave in their car.  Den could
smell Tiffany's perfume again, and she was wearing another one of her
lightweight blouses - with no bra.  Den could easily make out where her
nipples were because of the way they dented the fabric.

   As the review of the previous session's material continued, Den noticed
that Tiffany was getting closer and closer to him.  Still, it was a
considerable surprise for him when he felt her hand come to rest on his
knee when she leaned forward to look at something he was explaining to her.
When she sat up again, her hand remained behind - though it did move a few
millimeters higher up his leg.

   Over the next several minutes, Tiffany would lean forward to look at
something, then sit up again to listen as he talked - then go through the
whole process all over again...  and again...  and again...

   It finally ended when her hand had slid far enough up his leg that it
came in contact with the end of his hard cock.  He felt the edge of her
hand press against it a couple of times as she sought to verify what it
was. Only then did she turn to look at him with something akin to awe and
ask "Is...  is that...  you?"

   Blushing slightly, he answered "Uh, yeah..." - and was surprised when
Tiffany exclaimed "I didn't know they could be that BIG!", followed by a
soft moan.

   A moment later, as if to herself, she said "Biff and me...  when we...
he's such a jock...  I thought his was as big as they get...  But this! 
This is WAY bigger!"

   Learning that his cock was bigger than Biffs was amusing to Den; and to
have the excruciatingly beautiful Tiffany in awe of it did wonders for his
self-esteem.

   What he still wasn't prepared for, though, was when she tried to wrap
her hand around it before telling him "I...  I want this...  I want to feel
it...  in me.  Oh, god, fuck me with it!" as she started sliding her hand
up and down his length.

   "What about Biff?", he asked.

   "I won't tell if you won't." she gasped, before releasing her grip on
him and standing up.  When she was facing him, she quickly started to undo
the buttons down the front of her blouse, revealing the creamy expanse of
her cleavage to his eager eyes.  In short order, the entire front of her
blouse was open - and moments later, she'd pulled it off, leaving her
entire torso exposed to his gaze.

   The first thing he noticed - couldn't help noticing, really - was her
breasts: larger than his sister's, Tiffany's tits seemed HUGE at first
look. Standing full and proud on her chest, her breasts didn't sag in the
slightest; each was capped with a dark pink nipple the size of a
large-diameter crayon, sitting on an areola of the same color that had to
be a full inch across - nipple and areola were both obviously erect with
her desire.  Looking closer, he could see that there was a very light
dusting of faint freckles across the upper slopes of her breasts; otherwise
there was nothing else to discolor the smooth creaminess of her skin.
She took a step forward, and reached out to gently pull his head toward
her chest; he didn't need any further encouragement to wrap his lips around
one of her erect, inviting nipples.  When he did, he heard her release a
soft moan of pleasure as the peak of her mammary grew even firmer in his

mouth.

   Even as his mouth and tongue were beginning their investigation of her,
his hands moved up to do their own exploring - and found her tits to be as
smooth and firm as they looked.  Tiffany responded by pressing her body
forward in encouragement, even as she reached down to begin unfastening the
waistband of her nearly skin-tight shorts.  His ministrations to her mounds
was interrupted when she had to wriggle her hips to get her shorts to
started down her legs; then again when she did the same for her panties -
leaving her standing there in front of him, naked, but for the two flimsy
garments tangled around her ankles.

   With her entire body exposed to him that way, Den didn't hesitate to
release her wonderful tits in favor of exploring the rest of her, from the
graceful curves of her long, trim legs to the incredibly firm globes of her
ass and beyond, his fingers and palms traced every square inch of her body
that he could reach.  It wasn't long before he began to detect a new scent
in the air; from his experience with his sister, he knew it was the aroma
of aroused female; each time he inhaled, it seemed the smell of Tiffany's
excitement was even stronger than before.

   When he finally managed to pull his face from her cleavage, he saw that
she apparently trimmed her pubic area: it was a short, narrow strip of fine
blonde hair that started just above her pubic bone and ended just short of
where her clitoris was peeking out at him.  Between her smooth, firm
thighs, her long, thick labia were clearly visible - and parted in
confirmation of her arousal.

   He barely had time to take in the sight of her before she was pulling on
his upper arms to get him to stand up as she stepped out of her shorts and
panties.  He did as she wanted, and wasn't surprised when she reached out
and began undressing HIM.  When his shirt was gone, she didn't delay in
dropping to her knees to get his shoes and socks off before reaching for
his belt buckle.  Her hands fumbled a little bit before she was able to get
his belt undone, then the snap on his slacks.  From there, she didn't have
any difficulty - or hesitation - in pulling his zipper down before letting
his pants fall around his ankles.  When she saw his erect cock tenting the
front of his shorts, her eyes got as large as saucers - but she didn't
delay in slipping her hands underneath the waistband and pulling them down,
gasping when his hard manhood slipped free to stand tall and proud right in
front of her.

   Even as she was pushing his shorts down, she tilted her head forward and
took the head of his cock between her lips; when she leaned down slightly
to push his pants and shorts past his feet, she took over half his length
into her mouth and began sucking on him before reaching up to cup his balls
in her hand.  While she didn't have much in the way of talent, Den judged
that she more than made up for that lack with her enthusiasm: in less than
a minute, she'd all but deep-throated him, and thoroughly coated his cock
with her saliva.

   When she was satisfied that he was completely hard, she lifted her head
far enough to pull her lips free with a small 'pop' before she stood up
again.  Then she turned and walked to her bed, moving to the middle of it
before turning to lie on her back, lifting her knees and spreading her legs
in open invitation.

   Den moved to stand at the foot of her bed so that he could take a few
moments to memorize the sight before him, then moved to join her -
surprising her when he stopped with his head even with her pelvis.  Giving
her a big smile, he lowered his body to the bed before kissing her just
above the line where her pubic hair stopped, making it clear what he wanted
to do.  The surprise was clear in Tiffany's husky voice when she said
"You're...  you're going to do that?  Biff never will - he says if you lick
the hole, you'll suck the pole..."

   Den just looked up at her and said "I think both of us know that most of
the time, Biff is just full of shit." before lowering his head and letting
his tongue slip between Tiffany's glistening vaginal lips.

   When the tip of his tongue pressed against Tiffany's opening, her hips
raised off the bed as she released a deep moan of pleasure - a moan that
became even more intense when he moved it along her cleft to pass softly
over her clitoris.  After that, she didn't have anything else to say; it's
doubtful she could have said anything, anyway, since she was kept busy
moaning and gasping in response to the attentions he was paying to her.  It
was just a couple of minutes before Den was able to bring her to a first,
small orgasm; learning what pleased her, he took his time to push her into
a much more powerful release several minutes later - one that left her
gasping for breath, her body covered with a fine sheen of perspiration.

   With her body relaxed, and her delicious pussy all but dripping, Den
figured she was ready.  Moving up until he was in position between her
thighs, he reached between them to position the head of his erect cock
against the tight ring of her opening.  Knowing what he was about to do
seemed to bring Tiffany out of her post-orgasmic fog: lifting her head, she
looked down between them as she tried to spread her legs to give him easier
access.  Den slid the end of his manhood along the cleft between her labia
to wet it before firmly pressing himself against her opening.  He could
feel the tight right of her stretching to accept him, and a few moments
later, he slipped through - accompanied by a load groan from Tiffany in
response to the size of him.  He paused a few seconds, then arched his hips
forward, getting a couple inches of his penis in her before he needed to
stop again.  After a moment, he slid himself back, then forward again -
listinging to Tiffany's pleased moan as over half his cock slid into her.
He pistoned in and out of her a couple of times to make sure he was
properly wetted with her oils before pressing into her again - stopping
only when he felt the deepest part of her pressing against the end of his
dick.  Tiffany acknowledged his efforts by lifting her hips in acceptance
as she gasped in pleasure at being so thoroughly filled.  Den waited until
he felt Tiffany pressing herself up against him before he settled in for
the main event: he eased himself back until only the head of his dick was
in her, then slowly pressed himself back into her in a single, slow motion
- which was accompanied by Tiffany moaning her arousal and satisfaction
with the sensations he was generating in her.

   He repeated his actions a few more times, each effort coming a little
faster, and done with a little more 'enthusiasm'; beneath him, Tiffany
responded to each one with a commeasurate increase in her excitement and
acceptance of him.  Before long, he was steadily pumping his hard cock in
and out of her tight, wet pussy with abandon as she gasped and moaned and
groaned her way closer and closer to orgasm.

   When Tiffany recovered from the intensity of the climax she had, she was
amazed to discover that Den was still hard and ready to keep going; she
gave her whole-hearted cooperation in getting to her hands and knees so
that he could fuck her some more from behind.  That lasted until she
orgasmed again, the milking sensation of her pussy making it even better
for him as he emptied his balls into her.

   As the two of them lay on her bed, trying to get their energy back,
Tiffany said "That was so good - I didn't know anyone could fuck like that.
I mean, Biff usually can't fuck for very long; we go a couple of minutes,
and then he squirts in me.  Sometimes I've had one orgasm with him - but
never two, like I had with you.  And you even ate my pussy, and gave me two
more before that!  I think I'm going to LIKE you coming over here and
tutoring me!"

   That comment from her gave Den the opening (so to speak) he'd been
looking for.  He told her "I like, uh, 'tutoring' you, too.  But your folks
still expect your grades to go up.  While we were doing THIS, you weren't
learning anything about CHEMISTRY, and that's what I'm supposed to be
coming over here for.  We don't have time for me to teach you anything
tonight, so you're going to have to actually study the textbook if you want
to keep up with where we SHOULD be.  Otherwise, your folks might decide
that I'm not helping you enough, and get someone else."

   Tiffany considered that for a few moments, then answered "God, after the
way you just fucked me, I'm not going to go back to just doing Biff!  Okay,
I'll start studying when you're not here - but only as long as we keep
doing this!" - the last accompanied by her wiggling her firm ass against
his lap.

   That was all the stimulation Den needed for his limp penis to start
firming up again.  Tiffany felt it moving where it was resting on the
inside of her thigh, and looked down to see it starting to grow again. 
Pleased, she reached down and started stroking it and helping the process.
It wasn't long before he was fully erect, much to her delight - and only a
little longer before the two of them were going at it again, delighting
Den. By the time they were done, Tiffany was little more than a collection
of erogenous zones, shuddering with each touch from him; Den was nearly
exhausted, barely managing to clean himself up and get dressed so he could
go home.  He wasn't sure, but he thought that when he kissed her goodnight
on one of her nipples, Tiffany had a small orgasm.

   The next time Den went to her house for a tutoring session, he was
surprised when Tiffany seemed a little reluctant - but as the two of them
headed upstairs, he again got out the bottle of liquid and dabbed a little
of it on himself.  Once in her room, the two of them sat down in front of
her desk, and Tiffany hesitantly turned to him and said "I don't know what
happened last time that uh, kept us from studying like we're supposed to.
But whatever it was, I don't think it should happen again; I'm Biff's
girlfriend, and I don't think we should be, um, doing anything.  I haven't
told anybody what happened - I just don't want it to happen again, okay?"

   Den just put on his best 'I understand' expression and answered "Of
course, if that's what you want", and turned to where their Chemistry book
was open on the desk before starting to ask her some questions to see if
she'd studied as she'd said she would.  It took only a couple of minutes
for him to see that she had - and for him to notice that she was starting
to respond to the extra-strength pheromone cologne he'd put on.

   So he wasn't particularly surprised when, several minutes later, Tiffany
suddenly said "Fuck chemistry - I'll study this shit later.  What I want
NOW is THIS!" as she put her hand on the bulge in his pants.

   He looked at her and said "I thought you didn't want us to..."

   "Fuck?" she interrupted.  "I didn't think I did - but sitting here with
you, and remembering what happened last time...  well, that was the best
time fucking I've ever had, and I want to do it again!" she said, standing
up and starting to take off her clothes.  She'd shed her skirt, and was
starting to slide her panties off when she looked at him and said "Come on,
get naked!  I want you to eat me again, then fuck me stupid!"

   That was all Den needed to hear; by the time Tiffany was naked, he was
too.  She closed the door to her room, and took his hand to lead him over
to her bed.  She laid down first, and positioned herself facing him just as
she had before; Den quickly moved between her parted thighs and buried his
face in her sex.  He easily brought her to a thundering orgasm; when she'd
recovered, she sat up and pushed him onto his back - then proceeded to suck
his cock to complete erection.  Satisfied that he was ready, she moved up
to position herself over him, then took his saliva-slick penis in her hand
and slowly lowered herself onto it.  Once she settled herself onto him, she
proceeded to bounce herself up and down on his cock until she orgasmed;
after that they switched places, and he continued fucking her until both of
them climaxed.

   When it was over, Den was holding himself over her, his semi-erect cock
still buried in Tiffany when she looked up at him and said "Damn, it feels
good when we're fucking.  I'm going to tell Daddy that I want you to keep
coming over here twice a week, just so we can do this more."

   "But that means you'll have to keep studying chemistry by yourself..."
Den warned her.

   "I don't CARE - it's worth it to me if it means you can keep doing me
like this!" she declared before pulling his head down and kissing him.

   Several minutes later, they realized that they needed to get up and get
dressed - Tiffany had noticed that they'd spent the better part of an hour
on the bed, and that it wasn't long before her parents would be expecting
Den to leave.

   When Den had cleaned up a little in Tiffany's bathroom, and the two of
them had gotten dressed, they sat down at the desk again so Den could tell
her what pages she needed to read and study before he came over again.  She
promised she would, and when it was time for him to leave, she pulled his
hands up to her tits so he could play with them while the two of them
kissed.

   That evening pretty much set the tone for the rest of the semester: he'd
show up, they'd go upstairs and sit at her desk long enough for him to be
sure she really had studied.  Then the two of them would get naked and
spend nearly an hour on her bed going at it like a couple of minks.  When
they were done, they'd clean up a bit, get dressed, and he would give her
her next chemistry assignment.  When Tiffany started her period, neither of
them had any interest in Den eating her; instead, they just spent the extra
time fucking once Tiffany realized that Den wasn't grossed out by it.  The
resulting cleanups took a little longer, too, but the two of them managed
to turn even THAT into an erotic event.

   It didn't take Chris long to figure out that Den was getting laid over
at Tiffany's.  Rather than being upset, she actually found it amusing that
Den was doing a better job of satisfying Biff's girlfriend than Biff was -
particularly after she coaxed Den into telling her what Tiffany had said
about Biff's lack of sexual prowess.  That she and Den were able to
continue THEIR activities even while he was 'tutoring' Tiffany twice a week
certainly helped with her acceptance of the situation.

   Inevitably, the end of the semester came - and with it, final exams. 
Tiffany was surprised and pleased when she managed to finish up Chemistry
with a solid 'C'.  She was greatly disappointed that Den wouldn't have any
reason to come over and 'tutor' her any longer, but made the best of the
situation by ending her relationship with Biff in favor of taking up with
Don Newman, a basketball player - who, not coincidentally, was hung even
better than Den.  Naturally, Biff wasn't amused, and placed the blame for
the breakup squarely on Den - and with no Tiffany to distract him,
proceeded to make Den's life miserable.

   At least, as miserable as he could while Den and Chris continued their
special relationship.  On the plus side, Tiffany's parents doubled the
bonus they'd promised him.

   When word got around school about how and why Biff had been unable to
properly satisfy Tiffany's desires, he found himself unable to get any of
the other girls at school to go steady with him - which, coupled with the
harassment he got from the other guys, only put him in an even fouler mood.

   Both of their parents had to work the day Den and Chris got to celebrate
a school holiday by spending nearly the entire morning in bed together. 
They'd managed to thoroughly exhaust each other - happily, but still - and
were lying in Chris' bed just snuggling with each other when Den heard
Chris ask him "Den, do you think Sherri is cute?"

   Though surprised by the question, he considered it for a few moments
before answering "Sure, I think so.  Why?"

   Instead of answering, Chris had another question for him: "If you got
the chance, would you go to bed with her?  I mean, would you want to fuck
her the way you do me?"

   That definitely got his attention, but again, he thought about it for a
bit before he told her "Yeah, if she wanted to, I would.  Why?"

   Only then did Chris move to lie on her back and move his hand to her
breast before telling him "You know she's been going out with Ed Yost,
right?"

   Den nodded, and Chris went on to tell him "Well, a couple weeks ago, she
decided she was ready to stop being a virgin.  When her and Ed went out,
they went all the way - which was fine, except they had a problem: he was
too fast, and she barely stopped hurting from it when he came in her.  Now
she thinks that it was HER fault, and that she did something wrong that
MADE him cum too soon.  I've tried to talk to her, and make her understand
that it was him, not her; I can tell that she wants to believe me, but
she's still not sure.  If I can get her to come to you, would you fuck her,
so she knows that it's NOT her?  And so she knows what it's like to have
sex with someone that will actually make her feel GOOD?"

   To say that he was stunned would be an understatement; Den simply
couldn't believe that Chris was asking him if he'd fuck her best friend. 
Apparently, Chris could see that she'd really thrown him for a loop, since
she just laid there looking at him while he tried to think about what she'd
just said.

   When he finally had his thoughts together, he told her "I don't know if
that's something I CAN do, Chris.  I mean, why should Sherri think I know
anything about sex?  And if YOU vouch for me, what do you suppose she's
going to think then?  Even if she agrees to it, you're saying you want me
to make her feel as good as you do - so what happens if she decides she
WANTS me and her to keep having sex?  What does that do to what you and I
have?  What about her and Ed, afterwards?  Is she going to try and get him
to do what I do?  If she does, what does she say if he asks where SHE found
out about it?"

   When he was done, Chris thought about what he said for a bit, then asked
"If we figure out ways to deal with that kind of stuff, you won't say no?"

   He smiled down at her and answered "IF you can, then I won't say no."

   Each year, for as long as Den could remember, his Mom and Dad took a
long weekend at the end of March for themselves - kind of their own private
'vacation' for just the two of them.  Traditionally, they left early on a
Friday morning, and got home late Sunday afternoon; the kids had the name
and phone number where their folks would be staying, but otherwise had no
idea of where they went.  Neither Den nor Chris minded in the slightest;
both knew that their parents loved them, and for all their parents did for
them, didn't begrudge them some time to themselves.  The only notable
change for that year was that Chris asked if it would be okay if Sherri
came over to stay while they were gone.  Sherri's mother was fine with it,
so Den's parents didn't have any objections.  Since Chris hadn't said
anything else to him about having sex with Sherri, he'd pretty much
forgotten about it, and didn't consider Sherri staying with Chris to be
anything noteworthy.

   When he woke up Saturday morning to find Sherri in bed with him, he knew
differently.

   He was lying on his side, with one arm draped across her body.  His hand
was cupping her breast, and he could feel his penis resting along the cleft
of her naked ass cheeks as she spooned against the front of him.  Not
surprisingly, it took him a little time to work out just how it happened
that she was in bed with him; he finally managed to figure out that she and
Chris had settled the issues that he'd brought up, and that she and Chris
had decided to use his parents absence as the opportunity for Sherri to get
the 'help' she wanted from him.  Still, he was a bit unsure about what to
do now that he was actually face-to-face (so to speak) with the situation.

   As he was trying to decide what to do, he realized that he had a more
immediate problem: he desperately needed to take a leak.

   He wasted no small amount of time trying to figure out how to deal with
the problem before simply deciding 'the hell with it', and releasing his
hold on Sherri's breast in preparation for pulling the bedcovers back so he
could get up.  When he did, he heard Sherri say "You can leave your hand
there if you want, Den.  I don't mind.  Actually, it feels pretty good...",
the last bit with a soft laugh.

   As he reached behind for the covers, he told her "It felt pretty good to
me, too, Sherri.  But I need to uh, get up for a minute."

   He heard another soft laugh before she told him "Go ahead.  First thing
my brother has to do in the morning is go to the bathroom, too."

   Hearing that, Den decided that there wasn't any point in being shy, and
simply got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom - without bothering
to put on a robe.  When he came back into his bedroom, he could see that
Sherri was watching him as he made his way back to his bed, where he
resumed his position behind her.  He put his arm around her again, and
wasn't surprised when she moved his hand to cover her breast again before
she wriggled herself back against his body.

   Once she was comfortable, she put her hand over his and told him "I'm
sure you were surprised when you woke up and found me here.  Chris told me
that she talked to you - a little bit, anyway - about what happened with me
when I gave someone my virginity.  There's some stuff that's really been
bothering me, and she told me that despite what everybody thinks, you're
not a virgin - that you've actually been having sex a lot more than anybody
would guess.  We talked a long time last night, and she told me that
because you two get along so good, she's been comfortable talking to you
about sex and stuff; and she's sure that you know a lot more about it than
the guy I was with."

   She paused a moment, and then went on "She made me promise I'd never say
anything to anyone, and I won't, but she also told me that she thinks you
were even having sex with Tiffany when you were trying to help her pass
Chemistry.  The things Chris said, well, they explain some of the stuff the
rest of us saw happening with her back then, and even why she dumped Biff.
Anyway, the things Chris told me, I finally started to think that maybe you
could help me.  Even so, she still had a REAL hard time getting me to come
in here and get in bed with you like this.  But she was SO sure you'd be
nice to me that I finally did it.  It seemed like every time you moved, I'd
wake up and worry; but all you ever did was put your arm around me - well,
that, and hold my tit!  I was already awake when I felt YOU wake up this
morning.  But when you knew I was here, you still didn't do anything - I
mean, you didn't start playing with my tits, or rubbing yourself against
me, or anything like that.  You just held me until you had to get up.  Even
now, I think you're only holding my boob because I put your hand on it; and
even though we're in bed naked like this, and I can can feel your cock
against my butt, you aren't getting hard and trying anything with me:
you're just laying there like you're waiting to see what I want.  I think
Chris was right, telling me that I didn't have to worry about you, and that
you can help me."

   From the things she'd said - and NOT said - Den knew that he wasn't
supposed to know who she'd given her virginity to.  He was also interested
to hear that Chris had come up with something that let her recommend him to
Sherri without revealing the full extent of their relationship.  He could
feel that she was still a little nervous, and he gave her a brief hug and
kissed her head before he told her "No, you don't have to worry about me. I
wouldn't do anything to hurt or bother you, anyway; but you're Chris's best
friend, so I'd want to be nice to you for that, if nothing else.  And if
Chris didn't tell you, I will: I'm not one of those guys that goes around
telling everyone about all the girls he's been with.  IF anything happens
between us, it'll be because YOU wanted it to - and I'd never say anything
about it to anyone." That last part was a bit of 'fudging' - he fully
expected he'd be talking to Chris about, but he was even MORE sure that
Sherri herself would say something to Chris about it before then.

   Sherri responded by telling him "No, I know you wouldn't tell anyone
about us.  It's not that I'm worried about people knowing I was with YOU; I
just don't want my guy to learn that I had sex with anyone but HIM.  You
understand?"

   He gave her another gentle hug and answered "Of course." before she
continued "That was one of the things that Chris and I talked about - who
was going to know what happened with you and me.  If...  if you can help
me, then I'll try to see if I can get my boyfriend to maybe start doing
some of what you do; but I'll do it like it's just an idea I had, or say
it's something I read in a magazine.  I don't know yet, of course, but I...
I might want to be with you like this again.  I don't mean I'd want to be
with you TOO much, or anything like that - just that I might want help more
than just this once, you know?  I really want it to work with my boyfriend,
and I'm ready to try for a really long time, too, so you don't have to
worry that I'm going to drop him for you, either."

   Hearing that, Den figured there wasn't anything else that he really
needed to worry about.  It sounded like Sherri was just looking for some
help with just one aspect of a relationship that she was pretty well
committed to.

   Using just his thumb, he slowly and softly caressed Sherri's breast as
he told her "Before Chris ever said anything to me about you, she asked me
if I thought you were cute - and I didn't have any problem with telling her
I do, because you are.  The next thing she asked me was if I thought I'd
like to be with you, and I also said yes to that because I think you're
sexy, too.  It wasn't until I answered THOSE questions that she told me
that she was worried about you, and asked me if I'd be willing to try and
help you.  I said I would - but only if YOU wanted me to.  Sherri, I think
you're cute, and sexy, and you're my sister's best friend.  If there's
something bothering you that I can help with, I'm glad to do it - no matter
what it is.  From what Chris told me, you want help with something about
sex; but if you wanted me to, I'd be just as glad to help you with anything
else I could."

   Hearing that, Sherri scooted forward a bit, then rolled over onto her
back, keeping the bedcovers pulled up.  In response, Den raised himself up
on his elbow so the two of them could see each other easier.  His thumb
continued softly stroking her breast as Sherri told him "A few weeks ago, I
decided I was ready to stop being a virgin, and I let my boyfriend fuck me
for the first time.  It didn't go as easy as I hoped, and he was squirting
in me before I even stopped hurting.  Since then, we've had sex a few more
times.  It's been easier than the first time, but he still cums in me
before I really start feeling good from it.  I guess it could be that it
could be a problem with him, but I can't help worrying that it's me, or
something I'm doing.  Chris and a couple of other girls have said that it's
supposed to be better than that, and I WANT to believe them - but I'm still
not sure.  That's when Chris told me that maybe I should think about being
with another guy, so I'd know if it was me, or my boyfriend.  I didn't
think I wanted to do that, but when she really explained it to me, I could
sorta see how it made sense.  She never pushed me about it, but whenever
she talked to me, it started sounding better and better.  Finally, when we
were talking last night, it just, you know, clicked.  You're my best
friends brother, and I never really, well, thought of you this way before.
I'm kinda scared to be with you like this - I mean, I've only been with one
other guy, and it's kinda weird, you know?  But you've been so nice, and
everything, so I know you're not going to do anything that I don't want,
too."

   Den could see that she was nervous, and lowered his head and kissed her
forehead tenderly before telling her "Sherri, it's okay.  You're right -
I'm not going to do anything you don't want.  And I'm not going to rush
you, or anything else.  You don't have to be afraid, or nervous, or
anything like that.  I'll help you however much YOU want, in whatever way
you want."

   Between what he said, and where and how he kissed her, she seemed to
find the reassurance she needed.  Den could almost WATCH her gathering her
courage before she slowly pushed the bedcovers down, exposing her breasts
to him.  He could see in her eyes that she was still nervous, though -
whether from worry that he wouldn't find her attractive or that he'd move
too quickly, he wasn't sure.  He decided to deal with both possibilities
the most direct way possible.

   Slowly, he removed his hand from her breast, and let her see him moving
his gaze from her face to her body.  There, he finally got to see the
breasts that had so often been hidden from him by her clothes, or the
nightgowns she wore when she spent the night with Chris.

   Sherri's tits weren't quite as big as his sisters, and more conical -
each was capped by a small dark pink areola that was barely larger than the
pencil-diameter nipple it supported.  Her skin was smooth and blemish-free,
almost seeming to glow with good health.  As he was looking at her nipples
again, he thought he could see them grow a little longer as her areolas
crinkled.  Slowly lowering his head, he softly kissed the very tip of one
nipple before raising up to look into her face again.

   He could see that his actions had both relieved and reassured her: she
was visibly more relaxed, and there was a pleased smile on her face in
response to what he'd done.  When he lowered his head again, it was to
gently touch his lips to hers - clearly leaving it up to her to set
whatever pace she was comfortable with.

   She made the first kiss short, and chaste; Den readily did the same when
he felt her pull back slightly.

   The second kiss was longer - but still just 'friendly'.

   A third kiss lasted appreciably longer - even after Den put his hand on
her belly, but didn't move it.

   When they kissed the next time, he started to get a hint of the desire
and passion Sherri had inside.

   Den let his hand start caressing her during the next kiss, and she put
her hand on the back of his head, increasing the pressure of their lips.

   They came up for air, and Den could see in Sherri's eyes that she was
starting to feel some of the same desires that HE was.  Their lips met
again, hers parted slightly, and he responded in kind - only to feel her
tongue make a brief, butterfly-light contact with his lips.  When he let
his hand come in contact with her breast again, her tongue snaked into his
mouth as she released a soft moan.  After that, their kisses quickly
ratcheted up in length and passion; their tongues danced in each other's
mouths as Den's fingertips softly stroked Sherri's breasts, bringing her
nipples to hard, erect peaks.

   When they finally let their kiss end, and Den raised his head again, it
was plain on Sherri's face that she was ready to accept what he had to
offer her.  She confirmed that by taking the edge of the bedcovers and
tossing them aside, leaving both of their naked bodies exposed.  Again, Den
let her see him looking at her - the smooth, flat belly; her trim waist and
softly curved hips; the small wedge of hair on her pubis that was as richly
black as what was on her head; and her long, slender legs.  When he looked
into her eyes again, he told her "You're even prettier, and sexier, than I
thought - or even dared hope.  If you're willing to share yourself with me,
I will do everything I can to be worthy of that honor."

   Sherri just looked at him for several seconds; when she DID respond, it
was to reach up, pull his head down, and kiss him - long, and passionately.
As their kiss lengthened, Den started moving his hand on her body again. 
He also let the range of his touch slowly expand to include more and more
of the smooth, warm skin that was exposed to him; his hand eventually
reached her lower belly, and he felt his fingertips graze the fringes of
her pubic thatch.

   To his surprise, the passion she put into their kiss increased, and he
felt her body move as she parted her thighs to give him easy access to the
area between them.  Still, even with that willing exposure of herself on
her part, he didn't rush things: he simply continued his Braille
examination of her body, slowly and gently.  In fact, he made the conscious
decision to avoid touching her in any overtly sexual way - he simply went
around her pubic area in favor of caressing her legs for as far as he could
reach.  He delighted in being able to softly draw his hands along the
insides of her silken thighs, from her knees to just short of contacting
her mons, letting his fingertips make the last, ghostly contact with her
flesh.

   It wasn't all that long before the way, and places, he was touching her
had her all but squirming in response.  He could detect the tangy aroma of
her arousal; and the way she would try and press herself against his hand
as it wandered across her body told him that if she wasn't enjoying sex, it
wasn't because of a lack of desire or responsiveness on HER part.

   Den heard her softly whimper after one of his slow, butterfly-light
caresses along the inside of her thigh, and knew that she was finally ready
for more.

   He managed to get her to quit trying to lick his tonsils, and eventually
got his lips separated from hers - and promptly used them on other places
on her body: first, he kissed each of her eyelids, then the tip of her
nose. From there, he worked (if such a word really applied in that
situation) his way along her cheek to her earlobe - which, along with a
kiss, got the proper amount of nibbling.  Then it was on to her neck, out
to the point of her shoulder and back again, and across her throat, where
he mirrored the path of the first side.  By the time her other earlobe had
been suitably nibbled, Sherri was panting softly, and the peaks of her
breasts felt like little pebbles under Den's foraging fingertips.

   Then it was time for him to get serious about getting her worked up.

   After a brief detour to plant a number of soft kisses on her face - and
engage in a brief but pleasureable bout of mutual tongue-massage - Den
moved his body so that it was over hers while leaving his hips and legs
where they were: he wanted to start including her body in his oral assault
with out having her think that he was trying to get between her legs so
soon.  Supporting himself over her with his hands and arms, he was able to
ease his way down her body as he applied his lips to every square inch of
her skin he could touch with them.  By the time his lips were able to start
tracing their way up the slopes of her breasts, she'd given up panting in
favor of an almost continuous soft moan.  The mounds of her breasts were
subjected to a slightly different treatment: rather that just kisses, each
was graced with an assortment of kisses, tender nibbling with his lips, and
soft sucking of their surface at random times and places and of varying
durations.  Several minutes were spent licking and sucking on her nipples,
bringing them to hard points that glistened with his saliva - and
dramatically intensified her moans.

   Satisfied with his handiwork, Den returned to kissing his way down her
body; when his pelvis was a little past her knees, he finally moved to
position himself between her legs.  Sherri responded by moving them even
farther apart to make more room for him - and exposing herself to him even
more.

   Her hands were in his hair and she was slowly writhing under him by the
time his lips reached her lower belly.  But rather than go directly for his
ultimate target, Den circumvented her mons in order to let his lips blaze a
trail down one of her thighs.  On reaching her knee, he began alternating
from the inside of one firm thigh to the other; each kiss, each soft bite
of his lips, was a millimeter higher up than the one before.  By the time
his nose felt the first faint touches of her pubic hair, she'd stopped
moving, and was almost continuously holding her hips off the bed as she
groaned in frustrated desire.

   When he couldn't resist any longer, Den paused a few moments to look at
Sherri's womanhood: the shiny nubbin of her exposed clitoris; how her
small, thin labia were parted, and the beads of her woman's dew between
them; and the way her bush was composed of a luxurious thicket of short,
fine hair.  But the powerful scent of her arousal kept him from sightseeing
too long; lowering his head, he eagerly extended his tongue and drew it
along her cleft, from bottom to top, the slightly musky of her delighting
his taste buds before the tip of his tongue dealt her small clitoris a
glancing blow.

   Sherri's response was to lift her hips and try to prolong the contact
even as her thighs flew apart in open invitation for him to do it again.

   So he did.

   Several times.

   Then did it some more.

   Happily.  Eagerly.  Enthusiastically, even.

   It was only a very few minutes before he felt Sherri start to tense
under him - and a few seconds later, her thighs suddenly clamped down on
his head as she orgasmed.  Each series of spasms that wracked her body
caused her vagina to push out a small wave of her woman's essence, which
Den eagerly lapped up - prolonging her release in the process.

   When Sherri's climax seemed to be finished, Den started in on her again
- before he even thought about trying to fuck her, he wanted her to be as
relaxed, and wet inside, as possible.  He'd come to understand that his
erect cock was larger than most; if Sherri had only been with one guy - and
only a few times at that - he didn't want to do anything that might hurt
her, or make her sorry.

   When his tongue slid between her vaginal lips again, Sherri groaned and
lifted her hips in response; it was only a minute or so before he had her
writhing in pleasure under his oral ministrations.  Den took his time
moving her toward a second peak - both to try and make it better for her,
and because he enjoyed what he was doing so much!  Between licking across
her vaginal opening as though it were his favorite flavor of ice cream to
softly sucking on her labia to fluttering his tongue across her clitoris to
trying to see if he could lick her tonsils, Den was having a truly
wonderful time getting his sister's best friend ready for what was to
follow...

   Several times, Den gently brought Sherri to the brink of climax, only to
let her slide back again so he could enjoy himself for a little longer. 
But when she started whimpering in frustration, he couldn't deny her any
longer: fastening his mouth over her clitoris, he applied an ever so soft
suction to it while slowly and gently circling it with the tip of his
tongue.  As she got closer and closer to the edge, Den's tongue slowed it's
pace - ensuring that her orgasm would be as powerful as he could manage to
make it.  And when it finally happened for her, he knew he'd gotten it
right: Sherri literally screamed her pleasure even as her thighs once again
tried to slam together - even THROUGH Den's head.  The force of it was
enough to cause him to spend a few moments wondering if she'd broken one or
both of his eardrums.  He finally decided she hadn't, because even through
the muffling of her thighs, he could hear her cries of joyous release; once
again, her spasming vagina started pushing out wavelets of her delicious
oils, which he happily licked off of her.
When Sherri's thighs finally relaxed and fell away from his ears, Den
smoothly moved his way up her body until his erect cock came in contact
with her mons.  He could see that she was still in something of a stupor,
and waited until her eyes focused on him before asking "Are you ready for
what's next?" while pressing his penis against her so she would know what
he was talking about.  She managed to nod at him, and he lowered his head
to begin applying a number of small, soft kisses to her face as he adjusted
his hips to position the head of his cock against her opening.  To him, the
timing was everything: he wanted to try and fit his erection into her
before she became too aware of what he was doing and got tense; but he
certainly didn't want to start fucking her without her permission, either.
With her unspoken agreement, his conscience was clear, and he began
pressing himself into her with a slow, but steadily increasing pressure. 
He was starting to worry that he'd NEVER get past the tight ring of her
entrance when he suddenly felt himself pop through, accompanied by a soft
groan from Sherri.  He waited until he felt her relax around him again
before pushing himself into her a little farther; stopping when the
expression on her face let him know she was feeling a little discomfort. 
When her face calmed again, he slid himself back a bit, then forward again
until he felt there was too much 'drag'.  Sherri was wetter inside than he
thought a girl could be - but she was also smaller than his sister and
Tiffany, and he was careful to try and keep himself wetted with her oils as
much as he could.  Between that, and taking things as slow as he was, he
was finally able to feel his pubic bone pressing against Sherri's.  He'd
not only managed to stuff his whole cock into her, but he'd done it in such

a way as to cause her a minimum of discomfort - and NO pain.

   He was feeling rather pleased with himself when Sherri reached up and
put her arms around his body; when he looked down at her, he could see her
delight and pleasure plainly on her face as she told him "I didn't know it
could FEEL so good to have a guy's cock in me!  When I felt you starting,
you know, to fuck me, I was afraid that it was going to hurt - I mean,
you're bigger than my boyfriend, and even when I'm with him, it doesn't
always feel good at first.  But you were so careful, I just knew you
weren't going to hurt me; and now it feels NICE.", finishing with a smile.

   Den lowered his head to give her a kiss before asking "So you think
you're ready now?"

   Her smile got even wider before she told him "OH, yeah!"

   That was all the encouragement Den needed to arch his hips and slide
nearly half his manhood out from between Sherri's clasping labia.  He
paused a moment, then pressed himself into her again, accompanied by a
pleased groan from her.  He did it again - a little farther and a little
faster - and the audible signal he got from Sherri was even more
enthusiastic.

   Over the next few minutes, Den steadily increased the speed and length
of his strokes in and out of Sherri's hot, tight pussy; she responded by
spreading her legs even more, and arching her hips up in welcome to each
inward thrust of his hard cock.  A little experimenting let him find a pace
that he knew he could maintain while steadily increasing her pleasure and
arousal.  Much sooner than he expected her to, he felt Sherri tighten
around his plunging piston as she softly cried out in response to a small
orgasm.  He didn't stop, or even slow down, as Sherri's body shuddered
several times with the pleasure of her release; when it was over for her,
she just raised her legs and locked her ankles behind his waist, opening
herself to him as much as she could.  Several minutes later, she orgasmed
again - stronger that time - after letting her legs fall to the bed so she
could lift herself in welcome to his thrusts as he watched wave after wave
of pleasure course through her young body.

   He managed to bring her to, and through, a third climax before he felt
tired enough to want a change in positions - something that Sherri was MORE
than willing to try.  He was fucking her from behind for her fourth and
fifth orgasms before his knees began to protest.  Sherri eagerly took
position over his when he moved to lie on his back, and managed to get
herself off twice more before tiring herself out.  During the second, Den
saw Chris looking at them past his partially-open door; when she saw him
looking at her, she gave him a broad smile and a thumbs-up before closing
the door again.

   Sherri had a fine sheen of sweat on her body and was panting heavily
when she all but collaped on Den at the end of her climax; Den took her
into his arms and asked "Want to stop now?" - and got a heartfelt "Fuck
no!" in response.  Having gotten some of his energy back, Den carefully got
their positions reversed again, so that he was over Sherri.  A little more
adjustment, and he was sitting on his heels with Sherri's legs draped over
his.  From that position, he knew that he could fuck her with a minimum of
effort - though he didn't think he'd have to: the feeling of her tight, wet
pussy clenching around him that last time had moved him a LOT closer to his
own climax.

   Leaning forward and supporting himself over Sherri with his arms, Den
started fucking her again - and was both surprised and pleased when her
eyes got as big as saucers before she managed to gasp out "Jesus Christ! 
You're STILL hard?!"

   He just grinned briefly and answered "Yeah, for now.  But I'm getting
close..."

   "Oh, god, yes!" Sherri managed to gasp before closing her eyes and
giving herself over to the indescribable pleasure radiating from her
sopping, eager cunt.

   Another few minutes went by before Sherri started to climax again; that
time, Den was close enough that the milking sensation of her spasming
snatch was enough to push him over the edge.  After a couple of hard
thrusts into her, he buried his cock as far in her as he could before the
first wad of his cum jetted out to splatter the deepest recesses of
Sherri's pussy.

   With the end of his own release, Den saw that Sherri was all but
exhausted.  Careful to keep his semi-erect cock in her (Chris and Tiffany
had both liked it when he did that, so he figured Sherri might, too), he
managed to get the two of them lying down on the bed again: he on his side,
curled up slightly, with Sherri on her back, her butt in his 'lap' and her
legs draped over his.  He reached back and managed to get ahold of the
bedcovers, which he pulled over the two of them before placing his hand
over Sherri's breast.  Pretty much out of energy again, he put his head on
his pillow and let himself fall into a half-sleep - coming awake whenever
Sherri moved or made a noise.

   Some time later, he felt her begin to stir, and was awake and watching
her when her eyes opened.  She seemed unsure of where she was until she
spotted him; then she got a smile on her face that threatened to have the
corners of her mouth meeting at the back of her head.  It wasn't until she
started to stretch that she seemed to realize how the two of them were
positioned - and that Den's softened penis was still inside her.  The
stunned look on her face was almost enough to make him laugh, but he
managed to keep a straight face in favor of asking her "So, you think you
like having sex, now?"

   THAT question was enough to make her smile come back before she answered
"OH, yeah!", then a few moments later ask "You're...  still in me?"

   Den gave her a gentle smile and answered "Yeah.  After I came, you
looked like you were pretty out of it, so I got us laying down again.  I
thought you might like to snuggle, and staying inside you like that seemed
like a nice snuggling kind of thing.  If you don't like it..."

   "Oh, I do!" she quickly assured him.  "It was sweet of you to think of
it.  I'm just surprised, is all.  I thought that after you were done, you'd
just, you know, pull out."

   He rubbed his thumb across her nipple - she shuddered in response,
amusing him - and said "Maybe that's the problem you're having: you and
your boyfriend, you're just going to fast for you.  I mean, it sounds like
he gets hard, he's in you, he pumps 'til he cums, and it's over; maybe he
hasn't learned how to make YOU feel good, too - or doesn't even know that
he SHOULD."

   Sherri gave a small laugh and said "Well, you sure know how to make me
feel good!  I mean, I was really surprised when we started fucking, and I
had that orgasm - the FIRST one, I mean.  Then, after that, they just kept
getting better and better and stronger and stronger - I didn't know I could
HAVE that many orgasms!"

   With a mischievous grin, he asked her "I guess now you're not so worried
that you can't enjoy having sex?"

   She grinned back at him and answered "No, not worried at ALL - I like
fucking just fine, thank you very much!  There's still something else I
wasn't sure I wanted to do with you, but now I am.  Sure, that is."

   Curious, Den asked "What was it?"

   She looked at him a little hesitantly, then answered "I...  I wanted to
learn how to suck a guy's cock.  When I'm starting my period, I still want
to do something that would make my boyfriend feel good..."

   The idea of helping Sherri learn how to give blowjobs caused Den's cock
to twitch - something that she apparently felt, because she got a surprised
look on her face before she asked "You...  like that idea?  You'd let me do
that?  Learn how with you, I mean?"

   Den leaned forward and kissed her before answering "Yes, I like that
idea - as I think you know, and yes, I'd let you do that.  Why wouldn't I?"

   "I just heard some of the more...  experienced girls at school say that
some guys don't want a girl to do that; they think she's a slut, or they
won't want to ever kiss her if they find out she does that."

   Den kissed her again and said "Well, I'm not 'some guys'.  I won't think
you're a slut, and kissing you is too nice to stop just because of that. 
Besides, I used my mouth on YOU; do you think I'M some kind of guy-slut? 
And WE'VE been kissing..."

   To his surprise, she blushed before answering "No, I don't think you're
some kind of 'guy-slut'; and I don't mind kissing you because...  because
I've already tasted myself before."

   Intrigued, Den asked her "When?  How?  I mean, if you don't mind..."

   Sherri blushed again, but resolutely told him "Uh, first when I was
younger, when I started puberty.  I could smell it when I started, um,
touching myself, and one day I finally decided to see what it tasted like.
Then, later, me and other girls, we'd kind of compare ourselves with each
other - how big our tits were, who had how much hair, that kind of stuff.
Sometimes we'd practice kissing, and...  other stuff.  Finally, some of us
started, you know, touching each other; after we'd been doing that for a
while, we, uh, used our mouths, and I could sometimes taste it when me and
another girl kissed afterwards."

   He gave her nipple another caress with his thumb - no reaction - before
telling her "Don't be embarrassed.  When I was away at camp, me and some
other guys kind of experimented, too.  I think it's something almost
everybody goes through.  The stuff me and the other guys did, it felt okay,
but it just wasn't anything that really DID anything for me, you know?  If
you like doing stuff with other girls, then it's not up to me to say
anything about it.  I've got my hands full just being in charge of ME; I'm
not smart enough to run anyone else's life, too!" - the last part getting a
small laugh from her before she pulled his head down for another kiss.

   "I think you're plenty smart, Den.  Not just about school and stuff, but
about other things, too." she told him, when their lips separated again. 
Satisfied that her next self-assigned goal was not only possible, but even
likely, Sherri carefully wiggled herself a little close to Den before
putting her hands on his arm where it rested on her body.

   The two of them stayed like that for quite a while; it was only when
they realized that they were getting 'glued' together by their mixed juices
that they decided to move - after carefully getting themselves separated,
accompanied by a little good-natured teasing of each other.  Once each was
independent of the other, Sherri got up and hurried into the bathroom,
where they'd agreed that Den would join her in a couple of minutes so the
two of them could share a shower.

   When both were clean and dry, they quickly found new positions back
Den's bed: he on his back with Sherri on her side next to him, an arm and
leg draped across his body and her head tucked into his shoulder.  Den was
content to let Sherri move at whatever pace she wanted, and softly caressed
her back and side as the two of them talked - the subjects ranging from
what each planned to do after graduating high school to what each thought
of various schoolmates both knew to how Sherri might try getting her
boyfriend to 'slow down' so that BOTH of them could enjoy their sex life
more.

   They had been lying there quietly for a couple of minutes when Den felt
Sherri's hand slowly moving down his body; he wasn't particularly surprised
when he felt it stop just short of his cock, and her fingertips start idly
moving through his pubes.

   After a few seconds, he told her "Sherri, if you want to touch me, it's
okay.  If you want to suck my cock, that's fine; if you decide you don't
want to after all, that's fine, too.  Whatever you decide you want to do,
I'll help, okay?"

   He felt her blush slightly, but she didn't say anything; several moments
later, she took his limp penis in her hand.  She spent some time just
holding him in her hand, her fingers moving as though she was measuring and
comparing him to what she already knew.  He felt himself respond slightly
to her touch, but didn't say or do anything to interrupt or distract her.
After a bit, she released his penis and cupped his balls in her hand,
hefting them slightly, before gently rolling them in her hand as though
gauging their size.  Once she was satisfied with what she'd learned, her
hand took possession of his cock again before she propped herself up on her
elbow to look down at him and ask "You wouldn't mind if I looked?"

   He smiled up at her and answered "Of course not.", to her visible
relief. She looked at him apologetically and said "I've never gotten to
look; I mean, not REALLY.  Its always been dark, or with the lights real
low; and I've always been, uh, busy."

   Looking into her eyes, he said "Really, Sherri, it's okay.  If you
aren't happy with what you've seen before, then go ahead an look.  I've got
pretty much the same stuff as any other guy."

   She lowered her head to give him a brief kiss before replying "You may
have the same stuff, but I think you've got more of it than most; you're
bigger than any other guy I know." - the last followed by a slight blush
when she realized what she'd just admitted.

   Den just gave her another smile and said "It's okay.  Go ahead, if you
want."

   Sherri's apparently casual movements were belied by the obvious
eagerness on her face.  Sitting up, then pivoting on her butt, Sherri
reversed her position so that she was face-to-penis with Den.  When she
again took his manhood in hand, Den reached out to begin caressing her legs
and ass.  Sherri seemed fascinated by the relatively simple structures of
the male organs - several minutes went by as she manipulated his cock this
way and that, pulled the foreskin back and forth several times, and gently
(much to Den's relief) went about investigating his scrotum, and then the
orbs within it.

   When she had resolved whatever questions she had in mind, she hesitated
a moment, then lowered her head to give the end of his semi-erect cock a
small, tentative lick with the end of her tongue.  Once content that the
taste was acceptable, she lowered her head again and wrapped her lips
around him, just behind the glans, and held him in her mouth for a few
seconds.

   Den waited patiently, and she quickly realized that he wasn't going to
try to stuff himself even farther into her oral cavity; confident that he
wasn't going to 'push' things, she slowly slid her lips farther and farther
down his cock.  She had over half of him in her mouth when she began softly
sucking on him, and massaging him with her tongue.  Her first efforts were
tentative, but she became more sure of herself as she felt Den beginning to
grow harder.  He was almost completely erect before she let nearly his
entire length slip from between her lips - then lowered her head to take
him in again.  She quickly got the hang of bobbing her head up and down as
she used her tongue to stimulate him in a variety of ways, bringing him to
full, glorious hardness.

   She wasn't very good at first, but she was eager, and obviously willing
to experiment and learn - and that was enough for Den.  Over the next
several minutes, he offered her an occasional bit of advice or small
suggestion; she readily accepted them in the constructive spirit in which
they were intended, and her skill quickly improved even as her enthusiasm
remained high.

   With the increase in Sherri's talents, Den felt himself moving closer to
finding his release.  Clearing his throat to get her attention, he warned
her "If you keep doing that, you're going to make me cum."

   She let him slip from between her lips to answer "Good!  I want you to!"

   "Okay - I'll let you know when it's going to happen..." he replied.

   "You don't have to; I want to taste you when it happens!" she informed
him before enveloping his cock with her mouth again.

   Somewhat surprised, Den let several seconds go by before reaching over
and gently nudging her leg.  It took her a few moments to realize what he
wanted; but when she did, she readily let him guide her on top of him, so
that her knees rested on each side of his head.

   The view Den had of her wasn't appreciably different than he'd had when
he ate her pussy before - but he still paused to enjoy the sight for a few
seconds before lifting his head and running his tongue through the furrow
of her labia.  Doing so, he discovered that she was already quite wet
inside; he could only figure that she liked sucking his dick!

   The two of them spent no small time pleasuring each other; but as was to
be expected, their efforts ultimately brought the desired results.  Den was
the first to climax; when Sherri felt his balls pull up next to his body,
she applied herself even more to bringing him off - managing to take nearly
his entire length in her mouth before his cum erupted against the back of
her throat.  She managed not to choke from the force and volume of it, and
was able to keep his pulsating cock in her mouth as she happily swallowed
every drop of his hot jism.

   After he'd emptied his balls into Sherri's eager mouth, Den pulled
himself together so he could try and bring her the kind of pleasure she'd
gifted HIM with; as she valiantly sucked and licked his cock to try and
delay its inevitable fall, he applied his own lips and tongue to bringing
her to a thunderous climax that left her gasping for breath and shuddering
almost continuously with orgasmic aftershocks after she collapsed on top of
him.

   When he'd gathered his strength again, he carefully and gently got
Sherri lying on the bed again before getting her turned around so they were
head-to-head again.  From there, it was fairly easy to get the two of the
situated so that he could hold her as she recovered from the intensity of
her release.  A minute later, when she was finally able to look at him, he
leaned forward to kiss her - not minding in the slightest the few flecks of
his cum that were still on her lips.  When he pulled back again, he could
see that she wasn't pleased about it, though - and gave her a few moments
to lick them clean before he moved to kiss her again.  After it ended, she
looked appreciably happier.

   A couple of minutes went by before Sherri told him "I was really
surprised when you came.  I mean, I knew guys squirted their stuff, but I
didn't know it came out that HARD, or that there could be so MUCH of it!"
She gave him a surprisingly shy smile before she added "But I liked it - a
LOT.  It was kind of salty, and a little bit thick, like custard; it made
me feel really good, knowing that I could make you cum that way just from
using my mouth."

   She lifted her head and gave him a quick kiss before saying "When you
came, I thought that was it, that we were done - and that would have been
okay, because you've made me feel so good already.  But then you started
using your mouth on me again, and the next thing I knew, I was having this
incredible orgasm.  I don't know who you've been fucking, but whoever they
are, they're SO lucky - 'specially if you keep doing it!"

   Den smiled at her, and said "Well, you're one of the people that I've
fucked, too.  And it's up to you if it's just this one time, or if you want
us to do it again."

   She looked up at him, pleased, saying "I...  I think I'd like that.  Not
too much, because I still have my boyfriend; but sometimes, yeah."

   Contented, she snuggled closer to him and the two of them stayed like
that for a while before deciding that they really had to clean up and get
moving.  They shared another shower - shorter, but no less fun - before
separating so they could get dressed.  Den was in the kitchen while Chris
made him something to eat when Sherri came in; Chris took just one look at
her friend before saying "I was going to ask if things went okay for you,
but I can see that it was WAY better than just 'okay'!"

   Sherri gave Den a look of total adoration, answering "Oh, yeah, way
better!" before sitting down where Chris had set a place for her.

   When the food was ready, Den ate as he listened to Sherri telling Chris
about what they'd done, and how it had made her feel.  At one point, Chris
gave him a discrete smile, pleased that he'd been able to make her friend
so happy.  When the meal was over, Den and the girls went their separate
ways - AFTER Sherri gave him a kiss that let him know in no uncertain terms
how she felt about him, and what he'd done.

   It was after Easter that Biff set about making Den's life a living hell
at school.

   It seemed that Den couldn't even use the Boys room without Biff, or one
of his buddies, coming in and doing something to torture, embarrass, or
annoy the hell out of him.

   Den tried to put up with it, in the hope that sooner or later Biff and
his pals would tire of it if he didn't provide any sport to their
harassment - but it didn't seem to matter in the slightest.  When he
finally concluded that it wasn't working, it crossed his mind to try
standing up to them; it didn't take him long to realize that if he did,
he'd come out on the wrong end of any physical confrontation - which he
knew was what it would come down to.

   That left him to decide that his best weapon against them was his brain
- and what was in it.

   With that settled, it didn't take him long to pick the means of his
vengeance: chemistry.  He wouldn't know the 'how' until and unless he had a
'when' and a 'what'.  Once again, the Fates smiled down on him: he learned
that Biff and his buddies were scheduled to go to a special wrestling trial
a few weeks later; until then, they'd been given permission to have their
own private practice sessions in the gym after school.  With the 'when'
established, he applied his considerable mind to coming up with a 'how' and
'what'.
It took him a couple of days to come up with something that met his
self-imposed limits.  It was only a day's worth of research for him to
decide that he could do it.  A trip to the chemical supply house and a

couple of evenings in his lab, and he was ready to begin.

   When Biff and his bunch had their wrestling practice after school, they
were tended by another student - a boy that wasn't good enough to make any
of the teams, but still wanted to help the school.  That he was subjected
to a certain amount of verbal (and even physical) abuse from his charges
was something he hadn't counted on; but he'd volunteered for the job, and
his sense of duty wouldn't let him quit - though he swore to himself that
he wouldn't do it again.  So when Den asked him for a favor in teaching
Biff and his friends a 'lesson', he was certainly agreeable - after all,
when he'd been having problems in Math class, Den had come over and tutored
him for a couple weeks at no charge.  The stuff they were being taught
finally 'clicked' with him, and he was able to finish the class with a B+.
Each day, Den would give him a small vial of a clear liquid, which the kid
would empty into the sports drink container used by Biff and crew.  Without
being told, the kid knew not to partake of any of the drink after emptying
the vial into it.  That went on for a full month of school.

   Then, the next-to-last practice session they were to have, in addition
to the small vial, Den gave him a considerably larger pump-spray bottle,
with instructions to spray the liquid liberally on all the towels the
wrestlers used to dry themselves off with during practice.  The kid didn't
understand what Den was doing, but that was okay: Den had helped him when
he needed it, and now he was perfectly willing to help Den in return -
particularly if it meant getting back at the asshole wrestlers that he'd
come to hate.

   Though none of them had said anything about it, every one of the special
wrestlers had noticed a sudden - and frighteningly dramatic - decrease in
their sex drive.  It had gotten to the point that none of them seemed to
have any interest in - or ability to, truth be told - availing themselves
of the charms their girlfriends offered.  Privately, each hoped and prayed
that it was just a temporary problem; something that would disappear once
the special wrestling meet was done with.

   When the wrestlers came out for their practice, they weren't surprised
that their 'helper' was nowhere to be seen.  During the first week of
practice, he'd disappear sooner and sooner after they showed up - the lot
of them were too stupid to connect that fact with the 'teasing' and
'joking' they heaped on him.

   As they usually did, the six of them warmed up a bit and did some
stretches before engaging in a round of practice matches: Biff against
Skippy, Roger Thurston against Lex Adams, and Bob Willis against Steve
Peterson.  After each match, the wrestlers got a towel from the stack on
the table where their sports drink container sat, and dried off.  Each of
them thought his towel smelled 'funny', but it wasn't enough for him to
comment on.  Besides, once they'd dried off, the smell was kind of... 
nice.

   When they'd rested a little, there was another round of matches -
Biff/Roger, Skippy/Bob, and Lex/Steve.

   After they'd dried off and fortified themselves with a little of the
drink, they started another round.

   Biff had been taken down by Steve, who was behind him and trying to get
him turned over, when he realized that Steve...  Steve had a hardon - and
to his shame, it...  it felt pretty good, pressing against his ass...

   Shocked by the realization that he was getting turned on by the feel of
another guy's dick against his ass, Biff was easily flipped onto his back
by Steve, who quickly had him pinned.  When they got up, they looked at
each other a bit uneasily - but neither one said anything as they went over
to dry off.

   Roger's victory over Bob happened sooner than the others expected; when
both got up off the mat, each was clearly sporting an erection, and the
looks they gave each other were uncertain before they picked up their
towels and sat down.

   Skippy and Lex's match lasted until Lex pinned Skippy; they were slow
separating and standing up when it was over - possibly because each of them
was fully erect.

   By the time Biff and Bob were ready to take their places, each had lost
his erection.  But the feeling of their bodies against each other as they
tried to wrestle soon had both of them fully aroused again.  Their match
ended in a draw - they had gotten so involved in touching and rubbing
against each other that they'd forgotten what they were there for.  When
they stood up, Bob said he thought he'd pulled a muscle, and was going to
get something to put on it; Biff said he go with him and help.

   When they were gone, Lex and Roger shared a brief look before Lex stood
up and said he was going to lift weights until they got back - Roger said
he'd 'spot' for him, and the two of them left Steve and Skippy sitting in
the gym looking at each other.

   Over in a darkened corner of the Gym, Den watched as Skippy and Steve
both stood, and took a step toward each other.  When he saw Steve reach for
Skippy's gym trunks, he turned and left.  Outside, he used one of the
school's pay phones to call the Office, and tell them that the Coach and
Principal should go out to the Gym.  He hung up before they could ask who
he was, and went around the back of the Gym and school to head home.

   The next day, the school was rife with rumors of what had happened after
he made his phone call.  The one with the fewest variations - and thus most
likely to be correct, to Den's thinking - was that the Coach and Principal
had come into the Gym to see Steve and Skippy both stark naked and in the
middle of the wrestling mat - in a '69' position.  Lex and Roger had been
found equally naked in the weight room, with Lex enthusiastically pounding
his dick into Rogers formerly virginal asshole.

   Best of all, Biff and Bob had been located in the showers, where Biff
was fucking Bob's ass - after obviously being on the receiving end (no pun
intended) of the same treatment.

   All six of them had been immediately placed on an indefinite suspension;
it was said that the Principal had vowed that none of them would set foot
in their school again as long as they lived.

   When Chris got home, she was in a fine humor, and started telling Den
all the rumors she'd heard.  When she was done, she wondered out loud what
had happened - and finally spotted the shit-eating grin on Den's face. 
Initially, he wouldn't say anything about it, but she finally managed to
wheedle the story out of him: how he'd gotten someone to dump a concentrate
of female hormones into the sports drink made for the guys before each of
their practices, and how they'd consumed ALL of it for over a month.  The
hormones had not only thoroughly killed the athlete's normal sex drive, but
subtly altered it - and done so in a way that made them susceptible to the
super-strength male pheromone spray that had been put on their towels. 
Between the female hormones IN their bodies, and the male pheromones they
were breathing in, they couldn't help getting turned on by their physical
contact with each other - and then acting on those desires.

   When he was done, Chris could only stand there staring at him for quite
some time before she suddenly broke out into almost hysterical laughter. 
She laughed so hard, in fact, that Den had to help her lay down on his bed
because her sides started to hurt.  When she finally managed to calm down,
she tried to give Den a reproving look, but failed miserably; the thought
of what he'd done to his tormentors was simply to amusing to her.  The best
she was able to manage was to tell him "Den, that was a terrible thing to
do to them, even if they WERE a bunch of assholes and deserved it." - and
promptly collapsed in laughter when Den took the soda on his desk and
raised it in salute before intoning "Here's to better living through
chemistry!"

   Reasonably enough, the rest of Den's school year was easy and pleasant.
With the absence of Biff and his bunch, nobody seemed to have any interest
in aggravating him.  He helped a few of the other kids in his advanced Math
and Chemistry classes, and continued his liaisons with his sister whenever
the opportunity presented.

   A couple weeks after school let out for the summer, Den came home one
Tuesday afternoon to find that Chris had invited Sherri to sleep over that
night - certainly a common enough event, from his perspective.  He couldn't
help hoping that Sherri would take advantage of the opportunity to share
his bed again; she'd done so just a few more times since that first morning
he'd woken up with her, and the two of them had yet to fail to pleasure the
hell out of each other.

   He woke up alone the next morning, which was only mildly disappointing
to him; after all, he hadn't really expected to find Sherri there with him.
He put on his robe, and after a quick visit to the bathroom, headed
downstairs for some breakfast.  His parents had already left for their jobs
some time ago, so if he wanted anything to eat, he was on his own.  He had
the fridge open and was trying to decide between the bother of fixing eggs
or the blandness of breakfast cereal when Chris and Sherri came in.  Seeing
him, Chris said she'd make breakfast for all of them - an offer Den was
quick to accept.  Chris replaced him at the fridge, telling him to go have
a seat at the table; Sherri had already taken it upon herself to start
heating water, apparently to make tea for all of them - none of them had
yet taken to drinking coffee in the mornings.  While the water heated,
Sherri got place settings for all of them, and let Den set the table.

   As Den sat there, he got to watch his sister and Sherri going about
getting breakfast ready.  Both were wearing their robes, and he got more
than a few flashes of partially exposed breasts along the way.  When the
water was ready, Sherri made a big pot of tea, then poured Den a cup -
smiling as she gave him a clear look at her breasts through the neck of her
robe - before going back to help Chris.

   With the two of them helping each other, it wasn't long before breakfast
was ready: scrambled eggs, bacon, and hash brown potatoes.  The girls set
the platters of each on the table, and the three of them loaded their
plates.  By the time they finished eating, the eggs and bacon were
completely gone, and there was little more than a couple mouthsful of the
potatoes.  The girls let Den talk them into staying seated while he cleared
the table and got the cooking implements into the dishwasher.  When he was
done, he topped off everyone's tea before sitting down at the table again.

   Den sat quietly as he listened to Chris and Sherri talking about what
they were planning for later that day.  The girls finished their tea before
Den, and after they'd put their cups in the dishwasher, Chris asked Den
"When you're done here, would you come to my room?"

   Surprised, but unconcerned, he said that he would; Chris thanked him,
and both girls left the kitchen.  A couple of minutes later, Den swallowed
the last of his tea, and after putting his cup away, went to Chris' room,
as she'd asked him to.

   When he walked through her open bedroom door, he was greeted by the
sight of Sherri and Chris both lying naked on the bed.

   Den could only stand there dumbfounded, looking from one to the other
and back again until Sherri told him "I told Chris last night that I wanted
to be with you this morning, and she told me that she wished she could have
sex with someone as good as I've told her YOU are.  We started talking
about it, and she finally said that if you were really that good, she
didn't care if you were her brother, she still wanted to know if fucking
you was really that nice.  I was pretty surprised when she said that, but
then she said that since she's on the Pill and everything, it wasn't like
you could get her pregnant, and she doesn't want to have sex with JUST you.
We talked about it some more, and what she was saying actually sounded
pretty reasonable, so we decided to get you up here and see if you were
willing to have sex with her."

   When he looked at Chris, he could see that she was feeling more than a
little pleased with herself for having found a way to get to join in with
him and Sherri.  He was almost floored, though, when he heard Sherri say "I
wanted to be with you because I broke up with my boyfriend last week.  I
loved him and everything, but he just couldn't or wouldn't do any of the
things I tried to get him to do so I'd be happy having sex with him, too.
I'm not saying I want you and me to be boyfriend and girlfriend; but until
I find another guy I like, I'd like you to the the only one I have sex
with. I mean, if you don't mind..." - the last with a smile that told him
what she thought his answer would be.

   Getting his wits together, Den told them "Well, if Chris really thinks
she wants to have sex with me, I guess I can" - he almost laughed at the
expression she got on her face - "and as for you and me, Sherri, I think
I'd like that."

   The three of them just looked at each other for several long seconds
before Den asked "Okay, so what now?"

   It was Chris that told him "First, you're over-dressed for this shindig.
When you're ready, you can come over here and lay down between us, and
we'll just see where things go from there."

   When Den had unbelted and shed his robe, his sister and her best friend
made no bones about checking him out - again.  As he walked over to Chris'
bed, he didn't pretend to be doing anything but checking THEM out, so it
was fair.  When he knelt on the bed, Chris and Sherri each scooted a bit to
the side, making room for him between them.  He laid down where they'd told
him to, and once he was on his back, both girls rolled onto their sides so
they were facing him.  First Sherri, then Chris, kissed him before each
took one of his hands and guided his arm around them - releasing their hold
on him when each hand was resting on a firm, young ass cheek.  As
invitations went, it was about as subtle as a circus pony; he didn't delay
in caressing the smooth firm globes of each girls ass.

   For their part, the girls lowered their heads again and began kissing
him - not just his lips, but all over his head and shoulders.  He wasn't
sure if they were doing it deliberately, or not, but each time one of them
moved to kiss him somewhere else, her nipples would drag along his skin. 
Between the literal grab-ass and the feeling of their breasts and nipples
on his body, it wasn't long before he felt himself begin to respond to the
stimulation.

   It wasn't a minute later that Den felt a hand take hold of his penis; it
was only when he felt where the thumb was that he knew who's hand it was:
Chris's.  A bit later, another hand - he could only presume it was Sherri's
- cupped his scrotum for a few moments before beginning to drag her
fingernails across it.  THAT had a dramatic impact on how quickly his cock
responded to the pleasureable treatment IT was getting.

   About the time that Den thought he was going to overload on raw
sensuality, the girls changed tactics on him.  Chris scooted her body up so
that he could begin licking her breasts and sucking on her nipples; Sherri
mirrored his actions on HIM: as Den had been kissing his way down Chris's
body, Sherri had been doing the same to him, so when he was finally able to
suck one of his sister's nipples into his mouth, Sherri did the same thing
to him, even as she continued stroking his rapidly-rising cock.

   Den could clearly detect the unique aroma that was Chris's arousal when
he felt her friend start shifting her attentions farther and farther down
his body.  When her body was out of reach, he added the newly freed hand to
the one still on Chris, getting both of them involved in caressing and
molesting any part of her he could reach.  He had one hand on one of
Chris's breasts and the other softly stroking her clitoris when he felt
Sherri's lips envelope the head of his mostly-erect cock.  It took only a
couple of minutes before her enthusiastic efforts had him completely hard.

   Sherri let him slip from her mouth - only to replace one set of lips
with another: Den felt her weight shift on the bed, then the feel of her
legs on each side of him as she straddled his hips.  Satisfied she was in
the right position, she took his erect cock in her hand and slowly slid it
between the lips of her womanhood a few times before positioning it against
her opening.  Holding him steady, she carefully lowered herself onto his
manhood.

   Even as Sherri was getting herself situated to impale herself on Den's
cock, his sister was moving her body again - so that she was straddling
Den's head, inviting him to apply his considerable oral skills on HER.  It
was an offer that he didn't delay in accepting.

   Chris had lowered herself to make it easier for Den to have his way with
her; that also made it easy for him to reach up and put his hands on her
breasts.  Starting with the first pass of his tongue through her damp
cleft, Den's hands were busy gently squeezing his sister's breasts, and
softly pulling on her erect nipples.

   Den didn't have any idea how long the three of them went along like
that; but he did make an important discovery.  After he'd brought Chris to
an orgasm, he found out that Sherri had apparently learned a few things
since he'd last been with her: after Chris' sounds of pleasure faded,
Sherri began using her vaginal muscles to do things to his dick that he
hadn't known could be done.  Between having his hands full of his sister's
tits and his mouth full of her pussy, and the way Sherri's pussy was
clenching around him, Den knew that he wasn't going to be able to hold out
on cumming as long as he usually could.  If he'd had any doubts that the
two girls had planned the encounter, they disappeared with that
realization; it didn't take him much longer to understand that his sister
and her friend would anticipate the results, and have something else in
mind for 'afterwards'.  Knowing that, he gave himself over to their plan -
and applied himself toward making Chris climax again before he filled
Sherri's trick pussy with his cum.

   It was a race he lost by a cunt hair - literally.

   One of Chris' pubic hairs started tickling his nose, and he'd had to
pause long enough to move it out of the way.

   Even then, he'd had his tongue buried in Chris's snatch when he felt his
balls tighten just before his cock erupted in Sherri's hot, wet pussy. 
He'd frozen in place when he started to empty his balls; Chris managed to
press her clitoris against his upper lip a few times in order to find her
own release.  By the time she'd gotten to that point, Den was able to
realize that he'd left her 'hanging'; with the start of her orgasm, he
quickly started sliding his stiff tongue in and out of her vagina in time
with the spasm passing through her body.

   Around his cock, Den could feel a change in the way Sherri's pussy felt
- it took him a moment to realize that she was having an orgasm, too,
instead of performing the marvelous tricks she'd learned.

   At almost the same time, Sherri and Chris lifted themselves off his
body, freeing themselves from the sources of their respective pleasures. 
All three of them could only lie on the bed, panting softly from their
efforts and the after effects of their climaxes.

   Den was somewhat surprised when the girls were the first to move: first
Sherri, then Chris.  Sherri's movement was limited to rolling over onto her
back next to Den, with her feet toward his head.  Chris' actions were to
get to her hands and knees - and then ease Sherri's legs apart before
moving between them.  From there, Chris moved forward a bit and moved to
lie on her stomach with her head positioned between Sherri's thighs.  Den's
wonder at what the hell Chris could be up to was quickly resolved: he
watched as Chris lowered her head and began lapping up his cum as it slowly
dribbled out of Sherri's gaping pussy.

   Den could only watch, shocked, as his sister did something that he'd
never, ever suspected she could or would do: not just eat his cum out of
another girls cunt, but apparently do so willingly - with enthusiasm, even.
And do it in a way that was plainly meant to please the other girl, too:
there wasn't any doubt in his mind that Sherri was enjoying the hell out of
his sister's efforts; Sherri had spread her thighs and lifted her hips in
welcome to, and pleasure with, Chris's attentions.  Sherri had told him
that she'd had experiences with other girls; it had simply never occurred
to Den that his sister might be one of them - clearly an oversight on his
part.

   Den's attention was riveted on the sight of his sister's tongue dipping
into the folds of Sherri's pussy, and the little movements of Sherri's hips
and pelvis that told him what a singularly good job Chris was doing at
pleasuring her friend.  Even knowing that Sherri was enjoying Chris'
attentions, it was still something of a surprise to him when he heard
Sherri cry out with the beginning of her orgasm; he watched as Sherri's
pussy pushed out small waves of her juices, where Chris licked them up as
happily as he did, himself.

   When Sherri's climax was ended, Chris didn't hesitate to get up and
assume the traditional '69' position over the other girls body.  A few
moments later, Den could see as Sherri's head lifted - apparently to do to
Chris what Chris was continuing to do to HER.

   Den watched as his sister and her best friend proceeded to tease and
please each other right there in front of him.  It wasn't long before each
of them was making noises of arousal, punctuated with groans of pleasure to
the backdrop of the liquid noises of two mouths eagerly licking and sucking
at two equally wet pussies.

   The sights and sounds and smells as the two girls stimulated each other
more and more, closer and closer to orgasm, soon had Den as aroused as he
could remember EVER being.  His cock was fully erect and waving in time
with his heartbeat when Chris slipped into her release.  Throwing her head
back, Den saw her mouth open in a silent scream as her body shuddered in
response to the pleasures coursing through it.  With the end of her climax,
Chris quickly dropped her head back between Sherri's parted thighs; a
minute later, Den could hear the sounds Sherri made as she found her own
peak.

   Only when Sherri's hips had fallen back to the bed did Chris look around
- and spotting Den, she gave him a somewhat shy smile before spotting his
erection.  Her eyes locked on it, and without saying a word, she carefully
moved off her friend and started toward Den.  When she was close enough,
Chris took his hard penis in her hand and wrapped her lips around it just
behind the glans.  A moment later, she started slowly bobbing her head up
and down on it, coating him with her saliva as she did.  Once she was
satisfied that he was wet enough, she quickly positioned herself over it;
taking him in her hand, she placed the end of his cock against her opening.
With a broad smile on her face she lowered herself onto him - her firm ass
coming to rest on his thighs after a single, slow descent.

   She leaned forward to put her hands on his chest, steadying herself as
she began arching her hips to slide herself up and down a couple inches of
his length.  With her body leaning forward and her hands on his chest, Den
was able to reach out and take her breasts in his hands and start running
his thumbs across her erect nipples.  They grew even longer in response to
his efforts, and he soon began gently pinching them, and pulling on them,
which only made them grow longer and harder.

   Chris had only been on him for a minute or two when Den saw Sherri sit
up.  Seeing that Chris was fucking herself on Den's cock, she moved up to
Den's head.  Putting her lips next to his ear, she quietly asked him "Think
you could manage to eat me while you fuck your sister?"

   He nodded his head in reply before reluctantly releasing his hold on
Chris' tits.  Sherri got to her knees and let Den guide her leg over his
head, coming to rest with her back toward Chris.  She then positioned
herself so that her damp pussy was lightly touching Den's chin.  Den opened
his mouth and let his tongue slip between Sherri's thin labia before
sliding it along her cleft, finishing by brushing it across her exposed
clitoris.  Sherri gasped slightly at the contact and let herself drop a
little lower - both to make it easier for Den, and so that he could get his
tongue even farther into her pussy.

   Den didn't know if Chris knew how to control her vagina the way Sherri
did; if so, she wasn't doing it.  Rather, she seemed perfectly content to
simply moved herself up and down on Den's hard cock, varying the angle and
speed at which she impaled herself on him.

   That left Den free to apply himself to the pleasant task of eating
Sherri after he reached up to start doing to her tits what he'd been doing
to his sister's.

   He'd brought Sherri through three orgasms, and Chris had fucked herself
to two, when Den felt another pair of hands on his.  Looking up, he could
see that both of Sherri's arms were extended as she propped herself up
against the headboard of Chris' bed - which meant that the other pair of
hands belonged to Chris.  He let his hands be nudged out of the way, and
saw that he was right - the fingers that replaced his at Sherri's nipples
belonged to his sister.  He traced her arms back, and found that she was
leaning forward far enough that he could reach her breasts again.  The few
minutes that followed were very surreal for him: Chris' hands duplicated on
Sherri's tits what his own hands were doing on Chris's - and with much the
same effect.  As he felt Chris's areolas crinkle and tighten, so did
Sherri's; as Chris's nipples got longer and harder, Sherri's followed suit.

   When Chris finally stopped playing with Sherri's tits, she sat up again,
moving out of Den's reach.  After he'd had his hands on Sherri's breasts
again for a few moments, he noticed that Chris wasn't quite as active in
her movements on him; it took him only a second to realize that she was
almost certainly getting tired - after all, she'd been the one doing all
the 'work'.

   Den decided that what he needed to do was to get Sherri to orgasm hard
enough that she'd have to take a break; then he could give Chris a rest by
being the one to fuck HER, instead of the other way around.  With that
settled, he promptly proceeded to put his plan into action.

   It took him only a couple of minutes to move Sherri to the ragged edge
of a climax, and then let her slide back again.  He brought her close again
before shifting his attentions to something else to deny her the release
she started groaning for.  The third time, he had her actually whimpering
before a furious tongue-lashing of her clitoris triggered her orgasm; even
then, he did everything he knew to intensify and prolong it for her.  When
it was finally over for her, she barely managed to avoid a complete
collapse as she slowly fell to the side.

   Free to move, Den reached out to put his hands on Chris's slowly moving
hips.  When she looked at him in wonder, he simply said "Let me do it,
now."

   She nodded her acceptance, and Den gently guided her to rest on him
before he went about getting their positions reversed.  Once he was
positioned above her, he propped himself on his elbows over her and started
pistoning his penis in and out of her hot, wet channel.  It was only a few
minutes before he started to feel the sensation in his hard cock that told
him he was on the way toward climaxing.  He could feel Chris's hard nipples
dragging across his chest in time with his thrusts into her when she
suddenly started licking his face, confusing him for a moment.  Then he
realized that she was cleaning Sherri's abundant overflow of oils from
where they were smeared across his face; the thought that he was fucking
his sister while she licked her best friends pussy juice off him was more
than Den could stand.

   He started almost pounding himself into his sister - and felt her try to
spread her legs even more as she raised her hips in welcome to the force of
his thrusts.  As she continued to clean his face of Sherri's oils, Den
could hear Chris's pleased grunts each time their pubes hit while she got
wetter and wetter around his cock.  The air was soon filled with the liquid
sounds of their union, punctuated by the wet slaps that signalled he'd
buried himself in her again.

   Finally, it was just too much for him: after a couple of long, hard
thrusts into her, Den tried to stuff as much of his dick into her as he
could before the first wad of his cum rocketed out as he began filling his
sister with his incestuous seed.

   His cock had barely finished its first eruption when he felt Chris's
pussy clamp down on him harder than she ever had before.  When her vaginal
muscles started a rhythmic clenching around him, it only intensified his
climax; he barely noticed Chris's fingernails digging into his back, though
the cries of pleasure she released into his ear were noted.

   Chris's pussy continued trying to milk him well after he'd pumped ever
drop of cum he thought he had into her; the feeling of it did keep him hard
inside her longer than he'd thought was possible, though.  It was only when
he felt only and occasional twinge in her that he finally eased his still
semi-erect cock out of his sister's sopping pussy.  He managed a slow
motion fall onto the bed next to her before taking her hand.  The two of
them could only lie there looking at each other, their pleasure and release
had been so intense.

   Their eyes unlocked only when Sherri got up and left Chris's bedroom -
reappearing a minute later with a damp washcloth and a hand towel.  She got
back into bed, and started cleaning each of them up as she said "That has
got to be the hottest thing I'll ever see.  I mean, knowing it was you two,
a brother and sister, was one thing; but there at the end when you got SO
into it..."

   When she'd wiped both of them off, and gotten them dried, Sherri left,
apparently to put things away.  When she came back into the bedroom,
though, she was carrying a small plastic bottle.  Once she was on the bed,
she told Den to lie on his stomach - and had to provide a little help for
him to do so.  Only then did she say "I don't know if you felt it - I don't
know if you felt much of anything that wasn't your dick!  - but Chris broke
the skin on your back with her nails.  This is some antiseptic, just in
case, okay?"

   Den managed to nod, and didn't object to the slight sting he felt as
Sherri treated several spots on his back.  When she was done, she set the
bottle on Chris's night stand before moving to lie on the other side of
Chris from Den.  Den managed to get himself rolled over onto his side so he
was facing Chris and Sherri.  He found that he had enough energy to tell
her "Thank you." - and got a HUGE smile in return before she said "It's
okay.  After getting to watch that, I'm glad I could help."

   The three of them just lay there on the bed for quite a while; Den and
Chris getting their energy back as Sherri happily remembered the morning's
events.  When they finally did manage to get moving again, the first order
of business was showers.  Chris and Sherri had a friendly argument as to
which one of them got to shower with Den; he put an end to it by saying
that he wasn't going to clean up with either one of them, so they might as
well shower together.

   Once all of them were dressed, they met in the kitchen again for some
much-needed nourishment before Sherri had to go back home.  Once she was
gone, Den and his sister both needed a nap - taken separately - to make it
to bedtime that night.

   Den, Chris, and Sherri all enjoyed the hell out of the rest of their
summer vacation by virtue of being able to spend it together in varying
permutations and for differing lengths of time.  They even managed to
arrange a 3-day major debauch when Sherri's folks went out of town and
allowed Chris and Den to come over to keep her company.

   When school started again, it didn't take Sherri long to find another
boyfriend - one that was much more willing to take the time to keep her
sexually satisfied.  With Biff and his pals no longer around to harass him,
Den discovered that the other kids at school were a lot more willing to be
friends with him; with the added self-confidence he got from that
friendship, he even managed to find a girlfriend.  And thanks to the
experience he'd gotten with his sister and Sherri, not to mention Tiffany,
he was able to bring her pleasures she hadn't imagined were even possible.
By the time he was ready to start college that fall, he wasn't appreciably
different from any other student - except for his resemblance to Buddy
Holly, which helped part more than a few pairs of coed thighs.