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   Synopsis : Raven continues her quest for sexual gratification.

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story.  In real life, incestuous relationships, particularly when an
under-aged person is involved with a parent or adult, often causes deep
psychological damage.  This story is provided for entertainment purposes
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18 in real life.

   These are just words, people, just words.  If you have a problem with
words, see a shrink or an English teacher.  Sequels are never as good as
the originals.  Don't even hope.  Not that I'm sayin' the original is any
kind of work of art...  just sayin'.  And yes, I know it slows down and
gets sappy at the end.  Even sex isn't just sex sex sex.



   --==+==-

   Raven Theroux was a plain, ordinary little girl.  Well, on second
thought, she wasn't that ordinary.  She was beautiful, to start with.  Long
dark brunette hair, almost black, straight and shining.  Her face had
striking and classically beautiful features.  Her mom and dad looked at her
sometimes with sinking hearts, thinking of the next few years, when Raven
discovered boys.  What they don't know won't hurt them.  Raven hadn't
discovered boys yet...  actually, she'd seemed to skip that stage of her
development, and gone right to men.  Which brings us to the other thing
unusual about her.  That was the extent of her sexual experience, at age
twelve.  For the last year she had experimented sexually with her friend
Cynthia, becoming a skillful and proficient girl lover.  She had carried on
an affair with her favorite teacher, staying late after school, letting him
taste her body and tasting his.  On a weekly basis she visited Mr.  Murphy,
the owner of a small candy store downtown.  Weirdly, he was her favorite,
although he was an old fart...  his worship of her was so deep and profound
to her that she always felt like a million bucks after a visit to his
store. And the candy just kept on rolling in.

   Raven was comfortable and pleased with the fairly wide limits of her
sexual experiences.  She knew that the next step was a big one...  although
Mr.  Murphy's slim penis invaded her rectum on a weekly basis, nothing but
her finger, so far, had entered her vagina.  She had begun, in the last few
weeks, to think about who and when she wanted to pop her cherry.  She
wanted it to be somebody special, somebody who would appreciate her, and
the gift she would offer them.  This bears some deep thought, she told
herself, and she gave it that.  So far, she hadn't decided, but that didn't
bother her.  She didn't feel any pressure about it, hell, she was basically
still a kid.  She knew it would happen in it's own time.  Sometimes kids
are impatient, and feel like things weren't happening quick enough.  Raven,
unlike most kids, was a patient child.  There, that will do as the most
unusual thing about her.

   The things she did with Mr.  Norman and Mr.  Murphy were good enough for
now, on top of Cynthia's favors.  Raven was actually pretty satisfied with
her life, unusual for a kid, and rare for a female.  She knew things would
only get better, as she got older.  Some day, of course, she'd have to
realize that it pretty much peaked in your twenties and went downhill
rapidly after that.  Maybe it wouldn't, for her.  We will hope.

   One Friday night, for some odd reason Cynthia wasn't spending the night.
Raven didn't panic, she'd pay her old friend the shower nozzle a visit at
bathtime.  And if that didn't do it enough for her, she always had that
spinning thing between her mattress.

   She lay on the floor, and watched TV.  Her whole family was there, her
brother Bradley and her dad and mother both.  Her mom was in the easy
chair, reading an old-fashioned analog book.  The guys were watching a
football game, reclining on the couch behind her.  Raven got up, and went
to the bathroom to pee.  On impulse, she pulled her panties off and tossed
them into her room as she passed it.  She liked going bare, down below. 
She liked the sexy feeling of it, and the easy access...  to the fun stuff.
She didn't plan on doing any of that, though, not with the whole family in
the room.  Even she wasn't exactly sure why she'd yanked her panties off
this time, it's just something she seemed to do a lot, the last year.

   She lay back on the floor, and tried to be interested in the game,
though it was fundamentally silly to her.  She heard the boys mumbling
behind her.

   "Right, Rave?" said Bradley.  She had no idea what he wanted her
agreement about.

   "Right," she gave it anyway.  They talked on.  She thought about
Bradley...  she liked him, she really liked her older brother.  He was nice
to her, he took her places, and bought her stuff, now that he had a job...
he was a model older brother.  They hadn't always gotten along so good,
when she'd been a whiny little girl and he was in his early teens...  but
now they had a special relationship.  She mused, her mind approaching once
again the mystery partner who would bring about her future deflowerment. 
Bradley?  she thought.  Bradley would be a good choice.  He was, to use a
single word description...  hot.  He was hot.  He was tall, slim and
muscular.  He was second string quarterback, and she was proud of him for
that.  He lifted weights in the garage, and could bench...  hell, she
didn't know how much, probably a gazillion pounds.  He was beast, and a
handsome beast.  He'd had a steady string of cute girlfriends since grade
school.  Raven was actually jealous, at times, when he brought girls
around, though she was careful not to let it show.  She knew he'd think it
was cute, and laugh at her.

   Bradley, though...  he was pretty high on her list...  if he'd do it. 
He'd never looked at her sexually that she'd known of...  and she'd hid her
secret sex life from him as well as she'd hidden it from her parents.  She
certainly didn't want him to think less of her about anything.  She sure
didn't want him to think she was a slut.  But...  would he do it?  Could
she convince him?  That would probably be a tough one.  She'd have to think
on that some more.

   Of course...  Mr.  Norman was at the top of the list, at the moment. 
She loved Mr.  Norman, and he seemed to love her, though she was perceptive
enough to know he felt some guilt about the things they did.  He was
married, of course...  he had talked to her, on occasion, about his wife,
how he felt that she didn't understand him.  Raven felt for him, but she
wanted him to remember where his priorities lay.  He had seemed to, so far.
He was her first choice, but it wasn't carved in stone.  And he seemed
perfectly happy with the boundaries of their present relationship...  she
didn't realize it, but he'd promised himself to do nothing that would leave
a mark, and blasting through her maidenhead with his larger-than-average
penis would do that, in a big way.  He did have a nice one.  So, although
she didn't know it, he was out of the running.

   Mr.  Murphy wasn't even on the list.  She was happy and satisfied to
allow him to fuck her sweet little asshole once a week, but she had no
desire to hand him her hymen.  Their relationship seemed to revolve around
her anus, and she planned on keeping it that way.  He had a slim cock, just
perfect for ass fucking...  she didn't know the advantages yet of a nice
fat cock in her pussy, but she had no plans or desire to feel Mr.  Murphy
in there.  And, she planned on kissing her lover, when they did the deed.
She'd never kissed Mr.  Murphy, and probably wouldn't for a million bucks;
he was a way old fart.  He didn't care, he was mainly interested in her
asshole, not her lips.

   She mulled and mused, laying there on the floor, the drone of the TV in
her ears.  She idly wondered what Bradley could see of her bottom, from his
seat on the couch behind her.  Maybe, she thought, maybe I should give him
a little peek at what he could have, if he plays his cards right.

   She wiggled, and pulled her nightgown up a little higher, knowing full
well she was bare-ass naked down below.  Her dad was there, too, but so
what.  He'd seen her naked before.  Bradley had not...  well, she
remembered many years ago they examined each other, once, in the back
yard...  but he hadn't seen her, recently.  She giggled as she remember him
peeing for her, to show her how boys did it.  And she squatted, and peed
for him.  I'd do that again, she thought.  That'd be sexy, and cool.  Yeah,
I'd do that again.

   She lay a while longer, and wiggled around some.  She knew the hem of
her nightgown was pretty high, probably a little ways above her butt.  She
wondered what the two guys were thinking of.  She resisted the urge to look
behind her.  A few minutes passed, and she wiggled again.  She could feel
it, now, high up on her butt.  She knew there was no way they could miss
it, if they looked down.  She realized she was pretty turned on, thinking
about showing off to her brother and dad.  How interesting, she thought. 
You learn something new about yourself every day.

   She looked at her mom.  Her mom was engrossed in the book, and in front
of her, anyway.  She couldn't see Raven's butt, from where she sat.  Good.
Raven felt wetness in her pussy.  She was turned on.  That shower head
looked better and better.  She jumped as her mom dropped the book and sat
up.

   "I'm taking a shower.  You guys staying up all night?" her Mom said. 
They all mumbled things, and her mother disappeared down the hallway. 
Raven sighed, and relaxed.  She was comfortable, laying there, half her
bottom exposed.  She heard her dad rise, behind her.

   "I've got to go to bed," he said.  "I can't take much more of this."

   She giggled silently, wondering what he couldn't take more of.  My butt?
she asked herself.  She wondered if her mom and dad would have sex tonight,
and she wondered what he'd think of, if they did.  Maybe my butt?  she
asked herself.  It struck her as funny.

   She jumped again as Bradley thumped to the floor beside her.  Then she
really jumped as she felt him slap her on her bare rump.

   "What'd you do that for?" she asked, giggling.

   "Girl..." he said.  "Your whole ass is hanging out.  You put on quite a
show for me and Dad."

   She giggled some more.

   "So?" she said.

   "So nothing, you brown-eyed little pervert," he said.  "I think you gave
dad a stiffie."

   She giggled at that.  Her eyes were hazel.  She was surprised he'd said
anything, though.  She liked it that he wasn't afraid to say stuff like
that.  They'd always been close, though they'd never talked about sexual
matters.  Who does, with their kid sister?  She wondered how far she could
go with him, in that direction.

   "Bradley..." she said, her mind busy.  He made a noise, now back to
watching the TV.

   "Bradley...  did I give you a stiffie, too?" she asked, giggling so
maybe he'd just think she was joking, if it bothered him.

   He slowly turned, supporting his head with one arm, and looked at her
from a foot away.

   "Young lady," he said, "what do you know about stiffies?  And why does
it matter?  Is that what you were trying to do?"

   "Shit, Brad," she said, laughing.  "You're a boy...  I'm a girl... 
sometimes that shit happens..."

   "You have a potty mouth," he said, shaking his head.  "You didn't give
me one, 'cos you're my sister."

   "So?" she said.  "So what if I'm your sister?  You can still get a
stiffie when you...  when you look at me.  I don't care."

   "I do," he said slowly, staring her in the eye.  She wondered what he
was really thinking.  The thought occurred to her, again.  He'd be perfect.
He's making me wet, she thought, just being this close to him makes me wet.
He's the one, I know it.  She took a deep breath, and took the plunge.

   "Bradley..." she said.  "I like you very much.  I love you.  I got...  I
got something I want you to do for me.  Something very special."

   He got a guarded look on his face, then.  She wondered if he'd already
guess what she was preparing to ask him.

   "Yeah?" he finally said.

   "Bradley..." she said.  "I'm still...  I'm still a virgin."

   "Of course you are," he said, smiling a bit, at least.  "You're only
eleven freakin' years old."

   "Twelve," she said.  He knew that, she knew he was just fucking with
her.

   "Whatever," he said.  "You're too young to even talk about this shit."

   "You think," she said.  "Bradley.  I'm virg.  But that shit don't last
forever," He looked serious again.  "Bradley...  I want it to be you...  I
love you, and I want it to be you."

   To her infinite surprise, tears flooded from his eyes.  He leaned
forward, and hugged her to his body.

   "Oh, baby," he whispered.  "Oh, baby, I love you...  I love you so
much...  and thank you, for what you said, what you've offered me.  But you
know I can't.  I wish to fuck I could, more than I wish anything...  but we
just can't.  Please try to understand.  We can't."

   Tears flowed from her eyes, also.  "Why?" she wailed, burying her face
in his shoulder.  Shit, she thought.  I never cry.  I'm to old to cry. 
But, shit.  She felt his love for her, and it touched something deep inside
of her.

   "Baby, it wouldn't be right," he said.  He pulled back and stared at
her, tears still streaming from his eyes.  "I love you too much.  And
you're my sister.  We just can't, I'm sorry."

   She hugged herself to his body, curling up against his chest, and cried.
They both cried for a while.  Finally she straightened up, and looked at
him.

   "Well, you know how I feel.  If you change your mind, I'm yours. 
Goodnight," she leaned into him, and pressed her lips against his.  She had
no intention of backing away.  She'd let him decide how long.  To his
credit, he held it a lot longer than she'd thought he would.  Finally he
gently pulled back.

   "Goodnight, darling.  Goodnight, and I'm sorry," he said.  She nodded,
disentangled herself from him, and sat up.  They rose, gazed at each other
one last time, and headed for their respective bedrooms.



   --==+==-

   It's not over yet, Raven told herself, as she walked down the hall. 
Like they say, it's not over 'til it's over.  She knew she could be pretty
persuasive.  But she had a better idea, now, of how much he loved her.  How
can he say no, she asked herself, if I really turn the charm on?  How can
he turn me down?

   She stopped at the bathroom door.  It was closed, and she heard water
running.  Her mom was still in there.  She had to pee, dammit.  She started
to go into her parent's room to their little bathroom, and then though, so
what.  She's a girl, I'm a girl...  so what.  She tried the door, and it
was unlocked.  She carefully opened it, thinking she'd just slip in, pee,
and slip out.

   She lifted her skirt and sat on the toilet, sitting forward so her pee
didn't splash in the water.  She had no idea why she was being secretive,
she knew her mom wouldn't care, anyway.  As she felt water leave her body,
she looked at the shower.  Through the dimpled glass she saw the fuzzy
shape of her mom's body in the shower.  What the fuck...  she thought,
looking closer.  She could see the shower head was detached.  Though she
couldn't see a lot of detail, it was immediately obvious to her what was
going on.  My god, she thought, her mind frozen for a second.  My mom... 
my mom...  who would have thought?

   Her mom had the shower nozzle between her legs, just like Raven had done
last night.  Like Raven did, every night.  Water flowed down her legs, as
the massager head pounded her clit with a high-pressure stream of water. 
My mom is getting off, she thought, suddenly turned on like mad.  My own
mom, my fucking mom, is getting off like I do.

   She wanted to stay and watch the end but she didn't want her mom to know
that she'd been in the room.  She silently let herself out, totally
bemused. She wondered what this meant, about her mom and dad.  Did they
still have sex?  Was her mom just getting warmed up?  Did she do this every
night?  Could the water bill stand another liquidic masturbator in the
family?  She went to her room, promising to brush her teeth twice in the
morning.

   She dropped her nightgown in the floor, and crawled into her bed, naked.
This one was gonna be special, she promised herself.  She had something now
that was really turning her on.  She was going to pound it hard, tonight.

   She reached between the mattress and box springs, and pulled out her
favorite broken toy.  It was a figurine of a woman that had spun a bouquet
of flowers with a little electric motor.  The flowers had broken off,
putting the toy out of balance, and it vibrated madly when it spun.  She'd
used it to masturbate for a year now, and was very good at it.  It just
made her cum and cum and cum again, when she got going with it.

   Actually, it was amazing it had lasted this long.  She should have
thought of that, but she didn't realize the finite lifespan of a cheap toy.
Sadly, the night before had been it's last.  It barely spun, tonight.  She
cussed to herself, got up, and found a fresh pair of double A's.  She
crawled back into bed, and switched it on.  Shit.  It still barely turned.
She let it spin for a while, her world crashing around her.  This was truly
disappointing.  And, to her horror, the battery case got so hot she almost
couldn't hold it.  The stink of burning electrical shit filled the air. 
She switched it off, and threw it in the floor.  What a revolting
development.

   She still had a little fun that night, thanks to her index finger.  But
she really missed the spinner.  What will I do now?  she thought.  That
thing was my favorite toy.  Cynthia is once a week, but that damn thing was
every night.  After two manual orgasms she finally went to sleep, her mind
troubled.  She missed her spinner.



   --==+==-



   Raven was still out of ideas, two nights later.  Her sex life had taken
a turn for the worse, with the death of the spinner.  She'd thought about
having her dad look at it to see if he could fix it, but...  it was just an
obviously broken toy.  He would wonder why she cared.  It should have been
thrown away, years ago.  She picked it up, and idly sniffed it.  And damn,
it smelled like her pussy, on top of everything.  She'd have to wash it if
she gave it to him.  She sadly tossed it into the trash can.  Goodbye, my
little friend, she thought.  Goodbye.

   That evening she was in the kitchen with her mom, helping to fix dinner.
On impulse, and Raven did pretty much everything on impulse, but on impulse
she said something to her mom about...  about masturbating.  She had an
idea, a long round-about idea on how this might help her situation, and it
turned out way better than she'd hoped.

   Raven's parents were modern, hip, twenty-first century parents.  Raven's
Mom had already given her "the talk." Pardon, me, that should be
capitalized...  "The Talk." They were open and honest with her, they hadn't
even pushed the Santa Claus thing too hard when she was little.  She felt
like her mom would be receptive, maybe even sympathetic.  But she didn't
want to just blurt it out.

   "Mom?" she said, and her mother made a noise of assent as she peeled a
potato.

   "Mom...  I got somethin' to ask you..." she said.  She did know how to
pour it on, at least.  "I got somethin' I wanna know, but I don't wanna get
in trouble..."

   "Darling, there is no question you can ask that will get you in
trouble," her mother said, smiling.  "If you want to know something, don't
be afraid to ask."

   "Uh..." she said, feeling theatrical anyway, "it's about...  it's about
stuff people don't usually talk about..."

   "That's okay, dear," her mother said, her attention leaving the potato
and focusing on Raven.  She knew the child was a good actor, and sometimes,
like now, it showed.  Still, she wanted to help the girl.  It's just what
you do for your kids.

   "Mom...  the other night I was...  I was in the shower, an' I was
washin'...  washin' myself, down there, with the nozzle thingy..." she
spoke in a rush, like she was embarrassed, and to her surprise, she
actually was a little embarrassed.  "Anyway, while I was doin' it, this...
this really funny feelin' came over me...  I...  I don't know how to
describe it...  this really good feeling.  Mom...  is there something wrong
with me?"

   She gave a dramatic little squeak, there at the end, like she was
choking up or something.  Her mom smiled and dropped the potato peeler, and
hugged Raven to her body.

   "Oh, darling!" her mom said, "there's nothing wrong with you!  You've
just taken your first step..."

   Her dad unwisely picked this moment to enter the kitchen.

   "Randall!" her mom hissed angrily.  "GTFO!  Beat it!"

   He backed out, a mortified and confused look on his face.

   "Darling," her mom sat, and stood Raven before her, her arms on the
girl's shoulders.  "Darling, you had an orgasm.  I'm happy for you, happy
and proud."

   "An...  an orginasm?" said Raven, acting puzzled.

   "Yes, an orgasm," her mom said.  "You've taken a step along the road to
becoming a woman.  Don't be afraid, or feel guilty.  It's perfectly
natural. I wish I had the freedom you have when I was a child.  I was
taught to think such things were wrong, and naughty.  It's taken me years
to get over that.  I don't want to make that mistake with you."

   "Okay..." Raven didn't have to act puzzled on that one, she actually was
a little puzzled, but she accepted what her mom said.  Of course she
actually knew what an orgasm was, she had them several times a day.  She'd
also known it was fairly natural and nothing to be ashamed of...  although
she also knew what her Mom would think if she knew of Raven's other
extracurricular sexual activities.

   "Darling...  feel free to experiment with the shower nozzle.  Raven,
honey...  I gotta tell you...  I do it too, every great once in a while. 
Although your father and I...  well, although I'm very satisfied, sexually,
I still do it too.  It's just part of life, honey.  Enjoy yourself.  I
don't want you to be afraid of your body, and the pleasures it can give
you. Please, darling...  above all else, enjoy yourself."

   Her mom hugged her, and kissed her soundly on the cheek.  Raven smiled
bravely.

   "Rave..." her mom said, actually looking around the room, and then
whispering conspiratorially.  "Come here."

   She followed her mother out of the kitchen, and down the hallway to her
parent's room.  Her mom stopped in front of the dresser, and opened a
drawer.  She hastily grabbed something, and slammed the drawer shut, but
not before Raven had seen an assortment of vibrators and dildos in the
drawer.  Majestic fuck!  thought Raven.  Mom is a prevert!  She giggled
helplessly to herself.

   Her mom stepped into the small bathroom, and washed the item.  It was a
small vibrator, not even an inch in diameter, and rounded on the end.

   "Honey," her mom said, sitting on the bed.  "I know this is pretty
liberal, but I don't want you to grow up with a complex.  Although...  I
don't want you to go nuts with the idea, either.  And sometimes, I gotta
admit...  sometimes naughty is kinda fun.  I know you'll be reasonable. 
Now, don't be embarrassed..."

   Raven actually was a little embarrassed.  My mom, she thought, my mom is
giving me a fucking vibrator.  That's cool...  cool but a little weird. 
She experienced the same feelings Luke had felt when Obi-Wan handed him the
lightsaber.  She took the vibrator carefully, and stared down at it's
little rounded white plastic nose.

   "I'm not embarrassed, Mom," she finally said.  Her mother took the
vibrator and rotated the base.  It began to buzz softly.

   "This little bitch...  excuse me, this little thing really buzzes," her
mom said.  "I think you'll figure it out.  You might not want to stick it
up your...  to penetrate yourself with it, if you wish to keep your hymen
intact for your future husband.  Just place the tip of it, uhm, on that
special spot at the top of your vagina, and let it buzz.  It's been my
favorite, for many years.  And, it's quiet, your dad never...  well, let's
just say it's pretty quiet."

   Her mom giggled, and Raven giggled back.  Raven realized this was a
special female bonding moment to her mom, and squeezed her tightly.  Her
mom snuffled, they held the hug for a while, and finally pulled apart. 
Raven bemusedly went to her bedroom, after going back to the kitchen to
procure fresh batteries.  She was eager to try the thing out, after the
disappointment of the last few nights.  This looks like fun, she thought.



   --==+==-

   Raven had her fun that night, and a few days later when Cynthia spent
the night they almost burned the damn vibrator up.  Her mom was right, it
was a viber-atin' sonofabitch, and it just about made their clits numb. 
Raven wasted no time pushing it inside of her body, hymen notwithstanding,
and it was slim enough that it didn't pop her cherry.  That felt good, but
not as good as smashing it against her clit felt.  That's where it really
shone.

   "Damn," said Cynthia enviously.  "I want one of those.  Your mom is too
cool."

   "Yeah," said Raven, gasping for breath.  "she's a real free thinker. 
Cynth...  roll over.  Lessee what it feels like in your butt."

   Cynthia laughed and rolled over, sticking her bottom up in the air.  She
loved spending the night with Raven.  The girl never ran out of ideas.



   --==+==-

   The next Tuesday afternoon, Raven happened to be with her dad when he
stopped at the garage to have his trucks air conditioning serviced.  It was
barely blowing warm air and smelling bad.  The mechanic pulled the SUV in
the garage bay, and began doing stuff under the hood.

   "Raven," said her dad.  "I'm going to walk over to the Quickie-Mart and
get a coffee.  Wanna go?"

   "Naw..." she said.  She didn't want to risk possibly being seen walking
down a busy street with her dad by some random kid she went to school with.
She softened the blow by saying, "I got a book I wanna read.  I'll just
stay in the truck and read."

   He gave her some quarters for the Coke machine, and departed down the
sidewalk.  The mechanic had already said it would be an hour, at least. 
Raven walked into the garage bay and stood at the back end of her dad's
truck and stared at the guy, when he moved around where she could see him.

   Actually, he was the reason she hadn't wanted to leave.  She
instinctively liked him, for obvious reasons.  Maybe it was his six foot
four muscular frame.  She had noticed with admiration that his arms were as
big around as her legs.  Maybe it was the burr haircut and the GI Joe
features, including the sexy scar on his cheek.  Maybe it was the way he
filled out the crotch of his work pants.  We cannot delve deeply enough
into her mind to know the true reasons that day, but she really liked him.
Her mouth watered.  He was oily and dirty, a true blue collar hunk, but
damn...  damn, she just plain liked him.

   It didn't take the guy long to notice she was noticing him.  He stared
back at her just about as aggressively as she stared at him.  He'd already
found and removed the dead squirrel, amusingly enough trapped in the
squirrel cage fan.  He'd already mentally spent the two hundred dollars he
would make when Raven's dad returned.  And now, he thought.  Now this foxy
little thing won't stop staring at me.  Like I said, he stared back.  He
saw a beautiful young girl, long dark hair, cute face, wearing a sexy
little schoolgirl skirt and a white blouse.  She was the epitome of sexy to
him.  He imagined the streaks of dirt and grease his hands would leave on
that white blouse as he roughly squeezed and pawed her developing young
breasts.  In his mind he'd yanked that little skirt off long ago.

   "What's yer name, darlin'," he finally said.  He motioned for her to
come forward to the front of the garage, heedless of OSHA safety
violations. She hesitantly stepped towards him.  That was an act, she'd
been hoping he'd invite her, and it was hard not to run.  She could tell
already he liked her as much as she liked him.  You big beautiful brute,
she thought to herself.

   "Athena," she said, remembering he'd asked her name.  She'd studied
Greek shit in school today, and she liked that name.

   "Athena, huh," he leered.  "You Greek?  You like it Greek?" He wasn't as
dumb as he looked.  He laughed at his own joke.  He'd love to Greek this
little bitch on the hood of her dad's truck.  He wondered if she knew what
"Greek" really meant.  What it meant to a guy like him.

   "Yeah," she said, leering back, making him wonder if she did actually
know.  "Yeah, I like it.  I like lotsa crazy shit."

   He laughed.  He realized he wasn't totally in charge of this one.  That
intrigued him...  usually the young ones were easy to jerk around. 
Actually she was a little intimidated by his aggressiveness but she
wouldn't let him know it.

   "Look," he said, picking up the stiff dead squirrel by the tail and
waving it in her face.  To his pleasure she didn't even flinch, though her
lip curled a bit.  "Rocky's gettin' rotten.  Wanna take him home?"

   She regarded both him and the squirrel the same way she would a piece of
dog shit on the bottom of her shoe.

   "Naw," she said.  "You can keep him.  And I won't tell my dad you're
ripping him."

   He laughed.  "Thank ya, darlin'.  I'll split it with ya." He reached in
his pocket, pulled out a crisp new twenty dollar bill, and handed it to
her.

   "Thanks," she said, taking the money.  She raised her skirt to her
waist, exposing her bare and almost hairless little pussy to his shocked
and hungry eyes.

   "Oh, shit," she said theatrically.  "I guess I can't tuck it into my
panties 'cos I don't have any on." She let him gaze at her beauty for maybe
twenty seconds and then slowly lowered her skirt.  She handed the money
back to him and he took it numbly, his brain still in shock.  He was
hypnotized.

   "Darlin'..." he finally breathed, breaking the trance.  She had
succeeded in flustering him.  He licked his lips, and looked around
nervously.  No one else was in the building.  He was here alone with her,
and her dad was gone.  He'd hear the bell if anyone drove up.  And they
were hidden behind the truck, anyway, with the hood up.  He stared at her,
his desire plain.  He was the kind of guy that didn't hold shit back.  He
devoured her with his eyes.  And he wanted to see that little cunt again,
bad.

   "When's yer dad gonna be back?  Where'd he go?" he said softly.

   "He went to the Quickie Mart to get a coffee.  He's not probably not
even there yet." she said, equally softly.  Her mind was racing.  She knew
they couldn't do a lot.  Her dad might change his mind, and turn around. 
This was actually kind of dangerous.  But her desire was strong, as was
his. And sometimes dangerous is sexy.

   Her mind was made up.  She'd make his day, and maybe hers.  She turned,
and backed up to the nose of the truck.  She put her hands on the frame of
the front end behind her.  He realized what she was going to do, and
reached forward to help her up.

   "No!" she hissed.  "Your hands are too dirty!  Sorry but don't touch!"

   He understood, and backed off.  He was still close enough she could
smell him, although he just smelled like oil and grease to her.  She didn't
realize he could smell her also, and that she smelled like heaven to him.

   She finally lifted herself up, and sat on the front of the engine
compartment, feeling the heat of the radiator on her bare bottom.  She
yanked her skirt up as she spread her legs, exposing herself again.  He
stared hungrily at her sweet little cunt from two feet away.  How he kept
his dirty hands off it is still a mystery.

   "Get it out!" she said urgently.  "Jerk it for me!"

   He exploded into action, pulling his zipper down and yanking his cock
and balls out the slit.  Goddam, she thought.  Fucking goddam.  He was a
beast.  She had no idea how long it was, but it looked as long as her
forearm.  Plenty long enough.  Long e-fucking nuff, she thought.  Nice and
fat.  And those big round balls, as big as fucking golf balls.  Shit.  Now
she was the one licking her lips.  She wondered about the wisdom of hopping
down and dropping to her knees on the dirty floor.  She wondered if it was
too far to walk, from her house to here.  Maybe she'd pay him a visit some
slow afternoon.  Surely there was an office in the building somewhere with
a proper door.  She reminded herself to wear some old disposable clothes
that she wouldn't mind getting dirty, if she did it.

   He wasn't afraid to jerk his cock in front of a pretty girl, even a
highly under-aged pretty girl like this one.  And this one was the sexiest
he'd ever seen.  He rubbed and stroked himself, the leer gone, an almost
pensive half-smile on his face.  His eyes never left her beautiful cunt.

   Raven's fingers were in that very cunt, spreading her lips wide, so he
could see everything.  She touched her clit, feeling electrical shocks run
down her leg.  She was really turned on.  I know I promised Bradley, she
thought, but here's the runner-up.  If Bradley ultimately still says no, I
know this guy won't turn me down...  although...  that fucking cock...  I
dunno if I could waddle home, after taking that monster.  He was a beast.

   His body jerked.  He was close.  He wanted to do this the rest of the
afternoon...  fuck, the rest of his life.  He just wanted to just stare at
that sweet little cunt...  but he knew they were pushing the envelope. 
This wasn't the first time he'd dared to do something at work...  he'd had
a few gals pull shit like this...  legal gals...  to trade pieces of their
ass for engine work.  But he'd never had one as young and sweet as this. 
He wanted to touch her bad...  weirdly, most of all he just wanted to hug
her and hold her, but he knew she was right...  he shouldn't touch her, he
was so dirty.  He wondered if he'd ever see her again.  In a way, that
would almost be too perfect...  he'd wonder the rest of his life who she
was, if she was real, or some angelic visitation.  Someday, he thought...
someday she'll be eighteen, and legal.  Some lucky motherfucker will
probably get a taste of her long before then, though.  Goddam...  he wished
he was young again, but shit...  we all wish that, don't we?

   All too quick, it was over.  She stuck her legs straight out, feeling
the tightness in her calves.  She arched her feet and pushed her shoulders
back and gasped as she came.  He gasped, too, his hand jerking back and
forth, and a huge squirt of cum sprayed from the end of his cock.  Again,
and again...  as she came down from her high, she was amazed to watch him
squirt over and over, onto the floor.  Goddam, he's full of the shit, she
thought.  Once again, the thought occurred to her...  he was a beast.

   That was it.  He put his cock away, now almost seeming to be
embarrassed. She took his hand then, for an instant, and he helped her hop
down from the truck.  Her little hand felt hot in his giant paw, and hours
later he could still feel the warmth of her.  It turned him on again that
quickly, because he knew that hand had been in her pussy.  She stepped
carefully to avoid slipping in the blobs of semen splattered on the floor.

   "Thank..." they both started to say at the same time, and then giggled
at each other.

   "Thank you, darling," he finally said, and she nodded.  "My pleasure,"
she said, and he smiled gently.  He seemed quieter now, and more
self-possessed...  unlike the brute who had made crude jokes a few minutes
ago.  Your whole attitude changes, she thought to herself, when you whack
off in front of someone.

   That was it.  They stood at the bay doors, and made small talk.  He
asked about school, and she answered thoughtfully and honestly.  She asked
if he'd ever found a squirrel in an engine before, and he shook his head.
He retrieved the squirrel, and they speculated on how it had ever gotten in
there in the first place.  She finally saw her dad a block away, walking
towards them.

   When he arrived they showed him the squirrel and laughed with him about
it.  He was as puzzled as they were.

   "No charge," said the guy.  "I din't really do nothin'."

   Her dad gave the guy a twenty anyway and they drove away.  She turned
and saw him, standing in the doorway and staring after her.  He almost
looked sad to her then, like a lost little boy.  She wondered what his name
had been.

   "I hope you weren't too bored," her dad said.

   "Naw..." she said, finally opening her book.  She smiled, knowing he
couldn't see her.  "I wasn't."



   --==+==-

   "Mr.  Norman..." said Raven, panting for breath.  She was laying on her
back on his desk, her skirt around her waist, her legs spread widely. 
Sweat dried on her chest and forehead.  She had just had a massive and
almost overwhelming orgasm, as he pounded her clit with his tongue and
fingers.  He was resting, also, sitting in his chair inbetween her legs. 
He idly stroked his cock as he stared at her beautiful cunt.  His cock was
half hard again by now, she'd sucked him to a wonderful orgasm just before
he'd reciprocated by licking her luscious little cunt for her until she
came in a spasm of pure mindless lust.

   "Yes, dear?" he said.

   "I been thinkin'..." she went on.  "I been thinkin' 'bout when to lose
my cherry.  I've decided it's either gonna be you, or my brother."

   He laughed softly.  Oh, to do that...  he thought...  I would have no
dreams left, if not for that one.  I'd love to be the one.  But, he didn't
feel like he could be the one.  Her brother?  That was a little whacked...
but hell, surely the kid is as human as me...  and there's no way he could
help but be turned on by her over-powering sexiness.  He remembered Bradley
from a few years back, and envied the boy.

   "Darling," he said.  "I'd be honored.  I'd probably die of happiness,
but most of all I'd be honored.  I'm sorry to say, though, it won't be me."

   She was puzzled.  Why wouldn't he want to do it?  "Norm...  why not?"

   He sighed.  This one was hard to answer, and he wasn't even sure if he
completely understood why he felt like he couldn't.

   "Darling...  I know this won't make sense...  but I'm a married man... I
know I've crossed the line, with what I've done with you...  but that's a
line I cannot cross.  Or rather, I will not.  And...  I don't want to hurt
you.  I've felt your little...  your little pussy, enough times with my
tongue, to know it would hurt.  I couldn't stand it."

   She sighed.  So he was gonna be all righteous about it.  Well, it just
determined what she kind of already knew...  Bradley was the one.

   "Norm," she said.  "I think I understand.  Do somethin' for me, though,
will you?"

   "Anything, dearest.  Anything but...  but that, anything but make love
to you."

   It was tough, but she finally convinced him.  She didn't want to admit
to him what she'd done dozens of times with Mr.  Murphy, but she finally
convinced him.  My butt is different, she'd said.  I agree, pussy sex is
man-and-wife territory, but my butt?  She knew he wanted to, and he finally
sighed and threw up his hands.  She had acted like that's what she wanted
just as much as her pussy, and finally he agreed.  He admitted to himself
he was just justifying it, but he was glad he'd saved one thing, one thing
for his wife only.  He felt a little better about the things he did with
the girl.  With the help of a little hand lotion, he carefully slid his
hardness into her rectum, shivering with please.  She bit her lip against
the sting of pain as he pushed inside.  He was way bigger than Mr.  Murphy.
Mr.  Norman was thinking, damn...  she has a tight little ass...  asses
are, by their nature, usually pretty tight.  We all know that.  He clasped
her buttocks in his hand, and slowly pumped his cock in and out...  she was
sexy beyond belief.  If he did actually ever fuck her pussy, he'd probably
pass out and die.  This was as close to heaven as he could get, as close to
the sun as he could fly without being burned up.  He sighed, relaxed and at
last he squirted his seed deep into her body, crying out with pleasure and
love.



   --==+==-

   "Mr.  Murphy?" she said.  He made a wordless noise, his face buried deep
in her ass.

   "Got a minute?  I got shit I'm tryin' to figger out," she said, sighing.
She was laying on her stomach on the desk in the back room of his shop. 
He'd flipped the sign in the window and followed her into the back when she
showed up at his place.  She was in what she thought of as "The Position,"
how she always seemed to end up when she visited him...  chest down, butt
up.  A fat bag of candy sat on the desk beside her, and she had a cherry
Tootsie Pop(tm) in her mouth.  Her right hand was beneath her groin,
rubbing on her clit.  She loved the feel of his tongue on her asshole or
his cock inside it, but that wasn't always enough to get her off.  Fucking
around with her clit helped assure her she'd have a nice orgasm or two
while he did his thing.

   "Mmmff..." he said.

   "I'm tryin' to get my bro to pop my cherry," she said.  "He knows I want
him to, but he thinks he can't do it, 'cos it's against the law an' shit. I
gotta figger out a way to convince him."

   "Mmmff..." he said again, pushing his tongue into her body.

   "Yeah," she said.  "I know.  I think he really wants it, he's just gotta
justify it, or somethin'.  But that's silly, some old law or somethin'. 
Fuck it, I don't need the law tellin' me who I can and can't love.  I love
him more than some silly law."

   "Mmmff Mm..." said Mr.  Murphy.

   "Well, like I said, I done told him how I feel.  He knows what I want.
He says he can't, but I think deep down inside he wants it, too.  Hell, I
know he does, he said he does.  Maybe I just need tuh crawl on top of him
and start, or somethin'."

   "Mmmff Mm Mmmmff..." he said.

   "More than just once, you mean?  Well...  I kinda think, if we start, I
kinda figger it'll keep happening...  I mean, if he's able to get over it
once, it shouldn't be a problem.  And why not?  We love each other, what's
wrong with love, anyway?  Maybe we'll do it for the rest of our lives.  I
know I can't have his babies 'cos they'll have three eyes or whatever... 
but we'd make a good couple, we know each other better than anybody... 
'cept maybe Cynthia..."

   "Mmmff mmmff Mm Mm Mm..." said Mr.  Murphy.

   "Yeah, that'd be cool...  me and him and Cynthia...  I think she'd go
for it, she'd kinda scared of guys, but he's good with her, he's gentle or
whatever.  And she's known him like forever.  In a way, that might tempt
him some...  that's an idea, that's a good idea, thank you...  I'll
remember that one..."

   "Mmmffff Mm?" he said.

   "There's no...  there's no time frame or whatever, no.  Just whenever. I
don't think it's gotta happen right away...  though I don't wanna wait
forever..."

   "Mmmff Mf?" he said.

   "No, I ain't started bleedin' yet...  my mom says any day now, she was
twelve when she did it, when she started."

   "Mmmff Mm Mm?" he said.

   "Yes, I carry some, just in case.  Thank you."

   "Mmmff Mm Mm?" he said.

   "Yeah, I gotta figger out how to get my mom to agree to that shit.  I
mean, I'm sure, if an' when I can convince Bradley to do me, I'm sure
I'll...  uhm...  fuck around a lot after that.  I gotta get on the pill, I
don' wanna squirt out a shitload of babies at age twelve."

   "Mmmff mmmff Mm Mm Mmmmff."

   "You can?  Without your parents agreeing or whatever?  Really?  I'll
have to try that...  maybe me an' Cynth can walk down there some day.  It's
called the health department?"

   "Mmmph Mm Mmmff..."

   "Mr.  Murphy.  Thanks for your help.  And that feels really good... 
that thing with your finger and thumb.  Do that some more..."

   "Mmmmmmmmmfffffff..."



   --==+==-

   Sometimes opportunities arise that simply can't be allowed to pass. 
Raven felt like one of those was fixing to occur.  Her father and mother
were going on a cruise for their anniversary.  For five day, Bradley and
Raven would be on their own.  Five glorious days.  This is too perfect,
thought Raven.  Her plans reached a feverish pitch, and got more grandiose
than ever.

   At last the day arrived.  Her parents had left way before dawn, waking
Raven to say goodbye.  Raven finally stumbled out of bed, and went in
search of Bradley.  She got him up, and they prepared a minimal breakfast.
Off she went to school.  That evening was kind of fun, they went out for
dinner, using some of the money her dad had left them.  They finally wound
the evening down sitting and watching TV.  Raven noticed Bradley seemed to
keep an eye on her, and she wondered if he was suspicious that she would
try something.  She laughed evilly to herself.  Yes, she thought, rubbing
her mental hands together.  Yes, I have big plans.

   They finally went to bed.  She masturbated, as was her nightly ritual,
and finally drifted off to sleep in a warm fuzzy glow of post-orgasmic
bliss.  Her phone woke her at two o'clock, and she slipped out of bed,
still naked, and padded down the hall.

   She slowly opened Bradley's door, and was shocked at the complete
darkness of his room.  No nightlight?  She moved into the room slowly, and
finally felt his bed on her knees.  She followed along the side to the head
of the bed, and located the hem of his comforter.  She pulled it down
slightly, and slowly, over the course of a minute or two, slid into his
bed. She was finally under the blanket, and she carefully moved backwards
until she felt his thigh touch her bottom.  She relaxed and lay carefully,
feeling warm and comfortable, and completely at home in her brother's bed.
She could hear his slow steady breathing, and feel his breath on her upper
back.  She sighed, and finally drifted off to sleep.



   --==+==-

   "Raven!  Goddammit!" She awoke with a start.  Bradly had her upper arm
in his hand, and was shaking her.

   "We aren't gonna play this game!" he said.  She could tell he was angry.
She tried to remember her plans, but she was flustered.  And she'd been in
the middle of the craziest dream.

   "I'm...  I'm awake..." she mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

   "Raven.  Go to your room.  And stay in your room," he said sternly.

   "But...  I have school..." she said.

   "I mean during the night," he clarified, exasperated.

   "Bradley..." she said, "I didn't mean to make you mad.  I was just
lonely, an' the house is scary with mom and dad gone..."

   "Raven, you little sneak.  I know what you're trying to do," he said.

   She finally crawled from beneath the blanket, summoning what was left of
her dignity, and left his room.  She was aware of his eyes on her naked
body as she went.  Once in her room she smiled, though.  Just plantin' some
seeds, she thought as she prepared for school.

   They didn't speak of the matter again, as the day passed.  After school
she stayed at Cynthia's, and had dinner with her friend's family.  She
finally walked home a little before sunset.

   Bradley acted no differently towards her, the rest of the evening.  She
couldn't stand it, though, and finally, an hour before bedtime, she turned
to him as they reclined on the couch.

   "Bradley," she said.  "I'm sorry I made you mad this mornin'..."

   He sighed heavily, and looked at her.  "Awww," he said.  "It's alright.
You just surprised me.  How did you get into my bed without wakin' me up
anyway?"

   "I just crawled in.  You were snorin' and shit." she laughed.

   "Shit," he said.  "I thought I was more aware of shit than that."

   "Like I said, I'm sorry.  I won't do it again," she said, although she
had every intention of doing it again.

   "That's okay...  you just surprised me, is all," he said.  She nodded.

   "You sleep naked?" he asked, surprising her for some reason.  She
smiled.

   "Yeah..." she said.  "It's no big deal...  Bradley...  Mom and Dad sleep
naked too."

   "Yeah," he said.  "I knew that, I just didn't know you did.  Cool."

   She wanted to ask him why he didn't, but she wasn't a hundred percent
sure he didn't.  He'd been wearing a pair of loose undershorts this morning
when he'd woken her up.  Maybe he'd put them on before he woke her.  She'd
thought of him during the day several times, as she daydreamed at school,
and the thought had occurred to her that he'd looked hotter than shit this
morning.  He was pretty close to perfect, she thought, not an overmuscled
bonehead, just perfect.  He was a hunk.

   "It was..." he stopped and sighed deeply.  She waited.  He went on.  "It
was nice, wakin'....  wakin' up with somebody else in the bed." He almost
looked pensive.

   "Yeah," she said, nodding.  "Yeah."

   "Rave..." he said.  "You can sleep with me while Mom and Dad are gone.
But all we gonna do is sleep, okay?  And you gotta wear panties or
somethin'."

   She smiled and nodded.  Yeah, she'd go for that.  How could he resist,
after feeling her body next to him all night?  In a few nights, he'd be
hers.  She bet herself twenty bucks she'd have his ass in her hands by the
end of the week.

   She sat up and hugged him.  "Bradley...  thank you..." she said, and
closed her eyes and put her lips in the kissing position.  He laughed, and
she felt the couch bounce as he got up and walked away.

   "Forget it, girl," he said.  "I'm not fallin' for your tricks."

   She sighed and smiled to herself.  In time, she thought.  All in good
time.



   --==+==-

   That night she pawed through her panty drawer until she found something
that a girl had given her for a prank gift at a slumber party.  Bradley had
said she had to wear panties.  This thing was actually a thong, basically
two pieces of string with a small postage-stamp sized pouch that covered
her pussy...  well, almost covered her pussy.  Anyway, thongs are panties,
right?  She figured it out finally, and got it on, and looked at herself in
the mirror.  Shit.  It looked sexier than fuck.  Well, she looked naked,
basically.  The pouch covering her pussy was so small and low it was almost
invisible.  Bradley...  but they are panties!  she thought, rehearsing the
argument she'd have with him.  It felt sexier than ever to be topless, too.
Raven was still waiting on her tits to show up, she had two nice little
mounds, but not proper tits, not yet.  Her nipples were pretty cool,
though, two little grape-sized blobs of puffed-up brown flesh.  Her
love-making with Cynthia had involved her nipples more and more over the
last few months, as they puffed out.  They were always stiff and hard, and
it felt sexier than hell when Cynthia scraped them with her teeth.  She had
a moment's thought on why Bradley didn't specify that she should wear a
night shirt...  maybe he liked seeing her nipples.  Of course he likes
seeing my fucking nipples, she told herself.  He's a guy.  Guys like
nipples.

   She looked at the clock.  It was time.  She sadly left her vibrator
behind, and went to Bradley's room.

   "Raven," he said in exasperation, just staring at her.

   "What?" she said innocently.

   "I can see this was a mistake," he said.

   "Bradley, it's no mistake," she said.  "You said to wear panties."

   "Raven..." he shook his head.  "I said a pair of panties.  A real pair
of panties, please.  I can't even tell what that is, other than a piece of
string."

   "Bradley...  but they are panties!" she said, squatting slightly and
spreading her legs to show him.  She looked down and thought she could see
her pussy lips hanging out the bottom of the thong.  Oops.

   He sighed heavily.  "Okay," he said.  "But stay on your side."

   She nodded.  She'd would, as long as he wanted her to.  She still had an
idea he'd change his mind, when he realized he was in bed with a foxy young
girl.  She crawled in the bed, aware of his eyes on her ass.  She was
smiling to herself.

   He turned out the light, and crawled into the other side of the bed. 
Damn, she thought, it's so fucking dark in here.  She wiggled around and
got comfortable.  She was aware of him, just inches away.  She could feel
his body heat.

   "Bradley," she said.  "Thank you."

   He wasn't sure what she was thanking him for.  For letting her sleep
with him, he guessed.  He laughed softly.  "G'nite, darlin'," he said.  She
said it back.  She lay there for a while, listening to him breathe.  He
started a gently snoring noise at last.  She let her finger wander down to
the thong, and pushed it aside.  She lightly touched her clit, as it peeked
out of the middle of her pussy.  She wished she had her vibrator.  Still,
she could have some fun with her finger.

   She rubbed her clit with long slow strokes.  She moved her leg slightly,
and it touched Bradley's.  I'm jacking my clit, she thought, and touching
my brother.  It turned her on to think that.  She stroked a little harder,
feeling that familiar tightness in her legs begin.  She sped up a little.
Ahhh...  she thought.  She was glad, as she was every night, that she was a
girl and had a clit.  How could a weenie be this much fun?  she thought. 
No way.  No fucking way.  She was almost sorry for the male race.  No
wonder they fought wars and shit.

   She felt the orgasm take her, and breathed out deeply.  Her body
trembled, and she laughed softly.  Waves of pleasure broke over her body
like the waves of the ocean.  Raven always had good ones.  This one was
extra special, though, because she was in bed with her brother.  Just
reminding herself of that added to the pleasure she felt.  She imagined his
body, just inches away.  She imagined touching and tasting him...  and he
her.  He will be mine, she thought.  It just has to happen, dammit.  It
just has to.

   She finally settled down, and yawned.  That had been a good one.  She
often did two or three, before she slept, but that one was good enough for
now.  That one would do.  She wiggled around, and pushed herself backwards
until she was scooted up against Bradley's warm body.  She was acutely
aware of the places where he touched her...  on her thighs, her butt, and
her upper back.  He felt nice...  warm, and solid.  She loved him just a
little bit more than she had last night, as let sleep take her.

   --==+==-

   She awoke, deep in the silent heart of the night.  The lack of a night
light still made her apprehensive for unknown reasons, but she felt
completely safe and protected because Bradley was there.  She could feel
his arm around her waist, and his comforting solidness on her back.  They
were laying spoon fashion, her bottom nestled into his crotch, his smooth
bare skin feeling like silk on her thighs.  He had just worn undershorts to
bed, as he had the night before.  Just a single layer of cloth, she thought
to herself.  Just a layer.  She felt his breath on the back of her neck. 
She wondered again how hard to push him.  This was an opportunity that
couldn't be passed up.  Her parents would be home in three days.  Something
had to happen.  She would have to make it happen, if she had to.  She faded
back into sleep.

   He was already up and out of bed when she rose the next morning.  She
showered, and found him in the kitchen.  They had breakfast, and he drove
her to school.  Today was Friday, thankfully.  Today is Friday night, she
hummed to herself, as the day passed.

   Cynthia walked home with her, and called her mom to see if she could
spend the night.  Of course, her mom said.  Later that evening Bradley took
the girls to the steakhouse, and they stopped at the movie store on their
way home.  They watched movies, and finally, midnightish, Bradley yawned
and stood.

   "Night, ladies," he said.  "I'm going to bed."

   "Bradley," said Raven, sitting up.  "Can we...  can we sleep in your bed
tonight?"

   Raven had told Cynthia earlier in the evening that Bradley had let her
sleep with him last night, and Cynthia giggled madly.  Raven had assured
the girl nothing had happened, although she'd wanted stuff to happen.  When
Raven had told her latest plan to Cynthia, though, Cynthia had become quiet
and and looked a little nervous.  "Cynth," said Raven, "it's no big deal...
if he'll go for it, we'll just do the same shit you and I do...  'cept for
maybe him puttin' his weenie in us, if he'll do it."

   Cynthia wasn't sure if she wanted to go that far, but she finally sighed
and promised Raven she'd play around a little, at least.  Raven nodded; she
understood.  She mostly wanted Bradley for herself, anyway, but she would
be willing to share if Cynthia ever changed her mind.

   Back to Bradley.  He sighed and eyed the girls.  He felt like Raven had
motives, but Cynthia?  She had always seemed shy and meek to him.  He
looked at her, though, and thought the same things he'd been thinking about
Raven the last few days.  What a little fox, he thought.  Damn...  if
only...  if I was only fuckin' brave enough...

   Bradley, was, in spite of being a popular kid and a muscly hunk, still a
virgin at age sixteen.  He'd had the chance a time or two, but he suffered
from performance anxiety.  He'd charmed several girls by stopping at the
last minute, and giving them the old "I respect you too much" speech.  That
only worked so many times, though, and word would get out.  He felt ready,
he felt like trying...  but with his sister?  He still had issues with
that, although...  more and more lately, she turned him on powerfully.  In
all truth, his biggest problem was her age, and her size.  He didn't see
how he could keep from hurting her.  He had thought about it, during the
night, holding her warm body in his arms, he'd thought seriously about
taking her up on her offer, and plunging into her body.

   He had been turned on beyond belief by her last night, as she lay next
to him in bed and masturbated.  He'd watched from barely-opened eyelids as
something, her hand obviously, moved beneath the sheet at her crotch.  He
felt the gentle rhythmic pattern, as her leg, touching his, moved in time
with her hand.  She'd wiggled and writhed, at last tensing up and then
relaxing, sighing deeply.  He'd waited until he was sure she was asleep,
and carefully raised her right hand to his nose and sniffed her fingers. 
The smell of her pussy was unmistakable and overpowering, and drove him
over the edge.  He furiously jacked off into a sock, turned to the wall
with her hand draped over his face and her fabulous pussy odor filling his
nostrils.  His balls had almost exploded, he was so turned on.  It had been
intense to him, and he hoped to do it again tonight, except it was going to
be pretty crowded with two girls in his bed.  Still...

   He finally shook his head, looked at the girls, and said okay...  you
can sleep with me.  And he gave them the same warning he'd given Raven the
night before, to stay on their side, although...  with three in a twin bed,
the lines were gonna be kind of fuzzy.  That was fine with him, and he was
looking forward to it.  He knew this would be sexier than hell.  He
promised to talk to Cynthia later, about the necessity for secrecy.  He
went on in his bedroom and dropped his pants and shirt on the floor.  He
crawled into his bed, and thumbed his small television on.

   When the girls showed up, he looked at them and shook his head again. 
He'd thought Raven would be a little more reserved since her friend was
spending the night.  He was wrong.  Raven and Cynthia both were wearing
string bikinis, home-made string bikinis that they had made from yarn. 
Basically just a loop of string around their waists, and another string
going down the middle of their pussies and up their butt-cracks, tied with
a knot.  He couldn't actually see their pussies very well, because as you
know pussies point downwards, but he could imagine.  He was glad he was in
bed, he'd already had a half hard-on, just thinking about their soft warm
bodies next to his.  His cock was rock-hard, now.  And of course they were
topless.  Their little nipples just killed him, fat sexy little blobs of
flesh...  he could imagine what they'd feel like in his mouth.  This was
going to be a difficult night.

   He very carefully didn't say anything about their barely-there panties,
just because he knew Raven would expect him to.  He was sure she had an
argument ready.  Plus, honestly...  it turned him on explosively.  He
didn't want to risk the girls going and changing into something less
revealing.  He knew Raven had almost won the battle.  She seemed to know
right where his buttons were.  He wondered if he really was that
predictable.

   Why not?  he asked himself again.  I love her.  She loves me.  She has
asked me, for fuck's sake.  Why the fuck not?  Sure, she's my sister.  But
we love each other.  That should mean something.  And Cynthia...  King Fuck
he'd like to do Cynthia...  but of course he wouldn't...  she was just a
kid.  Although he was thinking seriously about doing Raven, who was just as
much a kid.  Still...  maybe he could play around with them a little... 
wrestle and shit.  Bradley had never had a nightlight before, but tonight
he left the lamp on his desk on...  just in case.  Just in case it got
interesting.

   He wondered just how brave Raven really was.  He was seeing a side of
her that he'd not known about.  He wondered if this was new to her, or
she'd been experimenting with her body for a while.  Cynthia...  she had
really gotten close to Cynthia the last year...  they spent the night
together every weekend, sometimes both Friday and Saturday nights...  could
there be anything there?  That thought really pushed his buttons, the
thought of two beautiful young girls making out with each other.  He almost
creamed himself, then and there, when he thought of it.  How could he find
out?  Surely...  surely, they were just kids, but they were standing at the
dawn of the age...  the age of awareness, the age of interest in things
sexual.  He'd started about that age, twelve or so, he'd discovered the
pleasures of masturbation, and even started jerking off with his best
friend, Albert.  That was something he continued to do to this day,
although the opportunity didn't arise as frequently.  God...  he wondered
if the girls at least did that together...  he'd die to watch, fuck, he'd
pop a nut for sure...  he groaned aloud.

   "What?" said Raven, as she climbed up on his bed.

   "Nothing," he said, instinctively looking down as she crawled beneath
the sheet.  He had a split second view of her beautiful little cunt, and he
realized he couldn't even breathe.  Her pussy was fabulously beautiful to
him...  her lips were spread slightly as she brought her leg forward, and
he caught a glimpse of her fat little clit, even.  He could see a few black
curly hairs starting to grow...  she was coming along nicely, he thought.
The string of yarn that her symbolic panties consisted of wasn't even
running down the middle of her pussy, it was in the crease of her leg.  Her
whole pussy had been bare, exposed to his gaze.  But all too quickly she
was laying beside him, her legs together.  He looked up with eager eyes as
Cynthia climbed into the bed, and wasn't disappointed.

   He was surprised...  he'd been thinking of both of them as little
girls...  but seeing their cunts surprised him.  They looked plenty grown
up there, except for the lack of pubic hair.  Their little cunts looked
just fine, a lot like the grown-up cunts he'd seen by the hundreds of
thousands on the internet.  Bradley was no stranger to cunts...  well, to
pictures of cunts, at least.

   Cynthia's pussy had seemed a little more developed that Raven's, to him.
They were both beautiful, there was no way he could have chose between
them. He had a good enough view of Cynthia to even spot several cute little
black pubic hairs.  Her pussy lips were fat, and almost red in color.  He
had seen her clit peeking out at him, too, underneath a fabulous smooth
hood.  He had even seen the dark spot beneath her pussy where her wonderful
little asshole lay.  He finally took a gasping breath, before he passed
out. I'm in bed with two beautiful practically naked girls, he thought. 
Can it get any better?  Of course it could.

   Raven's hip pressed against his.  Her arm overlapped his, the bed was
now so crowded.  He was glad he just had a twin, now.  This was too cool.
The thought of their nakedness possessed him totally.  He felt like he just
had to see more of them.  He hoped his insanely hard cock wasn't obvious to
the girls, he had it tucked up under the waist-band of his shorts, the head
of it sticking up almost to his navel.  They would be able to see it, if
they pulled the sheet down.  I don't care, he thought.  Actually, I don't
care if they see it.  He just wanted to see more of them.

   On impulse he pushed against Raven's arm, shoving her over against
Cynthia.  She giggled and shoved back, as he'd known she would.  The fight
was on.  Of course, two against one is not fair, and he didn't really try.
Before long he was pushed up against the wall, Raven halfway laying on him,
her smooth naked skin almost burning where it touched him.  Her face was in
his, and he could feel her hot breath on his damp lips.  He stopped, and
the girls stopped, too.

   "Raven," he said.  "Goodnight." He leaned forwards a few inches, and
kissed her.  This time it was him that didn't pull back, he let her decide
how long the kiss would be.  She showed no inclination to end it, though,
and finally, after what felt like a minute, he gave up and pulled back. 
They'd just kissed, no tongue or any of the fun shit, but it was enough for
him, and fun and sexy.  He hoped it would show her just where his mindset
was, at the moment.  She did seem a little puzzled, and just to test him
she leaned up, and smashed her lips to his again.

   This time he was ready for her, and ready to kick things up a few
notches.  He slowly opened his mouth, and felt hers open equally.  Their
tongues touched, hesitantly, and then eagerly.  He squeezed his lips
against her opened mouth, and scraped her little tongue with his.  She
tasted wonderful...  he recognized Colgate, and maybe that goddam green
mouthwash...  and the girl was a religious flosser.  Her mouth was clean
and sweet and tasted fabulous.  He took a gasping breath through his nose,
and kissed his sister.

   They finally heard Cynthia giggle, and pulled apart after maybe two
minutes.  It was a record-breaker, for a brother/sister kiss.  Raven knew
longer ones would come, she could tell Bradley's attitude towards her had
undergone a makeover.  At last, she thought, at last he's seen the light.

   When they pulled apart, he almost thought Raven had a shocked look on
her face, even though she was getting what she wanted.  What she thought
she wanted...  he wondered if she'd ever thought it would go this far.  If
she was certain.  Of course...  she could stop any time she wanted to.  He
wouldn't make her do anything she didn't want to.

   "Bradley," she said.  "It's way too early for goodnight.  It's barely
fucking midnight."

   "Jeezus, Rave," he said, "you gotta get a grip on your language.  Mom
and Dad are pretty liberal, but you are gettin' into ass-kickin'
territory."

   She laughed.  "Okay, I'll fuckin' back off a little fuckin' bit."

   He snorted, and felt beneath the sheet for her leg.  He grabbed her at
the top of her thigh, inbetween her legs, and sunk his fingers into her
resilient flesh.  He knew from years of tickling her she was crazy ticklish
there.  Of course, the only times he'd ever done it before, she had pajamas
or at least panties on.  He was barely an inch below her pussy, and he felt
her damp softness rub on his knuckles more than once as he pinched her. 
She thrashed and wiggled, shrieking and fighting him back.

   She finally got above him, and got his head beneath her arm.  She held
him against her body and scrubbed her knuckles painfully in his hair.  He
saw, and it was so close to his eye it was blurry, but he saw her nipple at
the end of his nose.  He yanked his head forward and slurped it in his
mouth, sucking as hard as he could.  He could literally taste her body in
his mouth, and it was sexier than anything he could remember doing in his
whole life.

   "You fuck!" exploded Raven, shoving him back with her hands.  "You
motherfucker!  You licked my titty nipple!" Goddam, he thought, she
actually sounds mad.  He got a little hot himself, what the fuck did she
expect, coming to his bed naked and wrestling around like that with him?

   "Girls like to be asked, goddammit!" She just stared at him.  He was
frozen.  He felt like he'd been caught with his hand in the candy jar.

   "Raven...  I'm sorry...  I didn't..."

   "Just fuckin' with ya!" she said, jumping on top of him, wrapping her
arms around his upper body as well as she could.  He lay back, and she
climbed on top of his body, laughing at him.

   "You looked guilty," she said, giggling.

   "I was guilty, I did what you said, I licked your titty," he laughed. 
She rested on top of him, a comfortable warm weight.  She scooted and
wiggled around, and slowly began to scoot down.  Oh shit, he thought, as he
felt a very specific part of her body contact a very specific part of his.

   "Raven...  fuuu-uuuck..." said Cynthia, surprising them both.  He looked
over to where she lay beside him.  She was staring down at his crotch,
where Raven was now sitting.  He knew what she'd seen, he could feel it,
and he knew exactly where it was.

   Raven was literally sitting on top of his hard, exposed cock.  As she'd
scooted back his undershorts had been pushed down his legs, and her pussy
had enveloped his hardness.  Maybe two inches of his cock showed emerging
from her enveloping pussy lips, as he craned his neck and stared down at
the beautiful sight.  Beautiful, but embarrassing.

   "Fuck, Bradley..." Raven whispered almost reverently.  "You got a nice
cock..." She felt like she was sitting on a fat broomstick, the shaft of it
wedged up inside her pussy.  She could feel her clit rub on it, when she
moved slightly, she was pressed down on him so hard.

   He laughed, a little uncomfortable.  How many times in a person's life
does their little sister tell them they have a nice cock?  His cock felt
felt sexier than fuck though, Raven's pussy lips were wrapped around the
topside of it, smashing it down into his body.  And it was hard, fuck it
was hard.  She experimentally slid forward and backward again, and the
sensation of her hot wet little cunt sliding along his cock was almost too
much to bear.

   "Rave...  I'm gonna shoot if you do that any more..." he felt like he
was that close.  She laughed.

   "We ain't gonna waste that shit, don't worry..." she said.  She pushed
off his body, going down and nudging his thighs with her knees until he
spread them.  She nestled into the space between his legs, and dropped her
face to his crotch.  Oh fuck, he thought, oh holy fuck.  My little sister
is gonna blow me.

   She sucked him into her wet mouth, and it felt like heaven.  He knew he
wasn't going to last any time at all.  He had a thought, at some point
during that minute that he held back, he had a thought that she was damn
good for a first timer.  He wondered if she'd been studying technique on
the internet.  She sucked hard, pulling him completely into her mouth, and
then slid it out to the cap.  She stopped and mouthed the end of his cock,
kissing and sucking the end.  Bradley, still a virgin, had actually
received several blow jobs from a girlfriend, but damn...  but the older
girl now seemed clumsy and amateurish, compared to what he was getting from
his little sister.

   He knew it wouldn't take long, and it didn't.  "Baby, it's happen'in,"
he said, and he felt her nod.  His prostate clenched tightly, and he filled
her mouth with sperm.  Nothing in his life so far had prepared him for how
good it felt.  He almost felt light-headed, he came so hard.  She sucked
his cum down her throat, swallowing between squirts, not spilling a drop.
Damn, he thought again...  she seems like she's done this before...  surely
not.  She's just a kid, after all.

   At last his orgasm ended, and his cock stopped twitching.  She dropped
it, and turned to Cynthia.

   "Darlin'," she said.  "Taste it.  You need to know what a guy tastes
like."

   Cynthia smiled at Bradley shyly.  He smiled back, content to lay there.
He felt warm and woozy and happy...  his cock had gotten a bit softer... 
but it was still pretty hard...  he was still turned on like mad, at the
stuff they were doing.  If sweet, pretty little Cynthia wanted to put his
cock in her mouth...  he was all for it.

   "Here..." said Raven.  "Kiss me first.  Kiss me, and taste it in my
mouth." Bradley lay there and watched the two girls press their mouths
together, giggling.  Raven's mouth was opened widely, and Cynthia's tongue
explored it, getting her first taste of semen.

   Finally they broke the kiss, and Cynthia sat up and leaned forward on
her hands.  Bradley felt her breath on his wet cock for a moment, and then
felt the touch of her lips on his glans.  She sucked him into her mouth
with a light touch compared to Raven, and he felt her tongue exploring his
pee-hole.  Goddam, he thought.  Why did I wait this fuckin' long?  These
girls...  these fuckin' girls...

   Cynthia finally dropped his cock, giggling.  Raven then gave her a
little impromptu lecture on sucking cocks, complete with mouth-on
demonstrations, and he felt life flow back into his penis.  He knew it
would soon be hard again.  Good, he thought.  He had an idea he was going
to need it.

   "Anyway," Raven was saying, "don't over do it, just get a nice rhythm
going...  the guy will tell you if you're goin' too fast...  Mr.  Norman
likes..." her voice tapered into silence as she realized what she'd just
said.

   Bradley sat up.  What the fuck, he was thinking.

   "Raven," he said.  "What did you just say?"

   She stared at him, trying to think of some way to do a little damage
control.  She couldn't come up with anything.  Mr.  Norman's name was
pretty distinctive.  Bradley knew the man, Bradley had him for math also a
few years ago.  They'd talked about him before...  and fuck, she even
remember telling him how much she liked the guy.  She wondered if it would
help if she started crying.

   Bradley didn't really know what to think about what he'd heard.  Did she
have some involvement with the teacher?  He wondered what to do about it.
The guy was her teacher, for god's sake.

   Raven sighed heavily.  "Bradley," she said, "yeah, I fuck around with
Mr. Norman a little.  We haven't fucked, he don't wanna do it, 'cos of his
old lady.  But I suck his cock and he licks my pussy.  I'm sorry if that
bothers you...  and please, please don't rat me out..."

   "Rave..." he was surprised, and a little concerned.  "Rave, you ain't
havin' to do nothin' you don't want to, are you?"

   "Oh, no," she hoped she sounded sincere.  She loved Mr.  Norman and
didn't want to get him in trouble.  She hoped Bradley understood.  "Brad...
I was the one that started it, I showed him my pussy one day...  I kinda
didn't give him a choice..."

   He stared at her, bemused.  His little sister.  Who would have thought?
He was finding more and more out about her.  And, so far...  so far it had
done nothing but turn him on.  Even this, when he stopped and thought about
it.  No wonder, no fuckin' wonder she'd been so good.

   "Okay, darlin'," he said.  "Just wanted to make sure.  I won't tell."

   "Thank you, Bradley," she said, leaning in and kissing him.  He wrapped
his arms around her, and they lay for a few moments in silence.  Cynthia
sat up against the wall, and finally Raven turned and met her gaze.  Raven
smiled and winked and Cynthia giggled.  Raven relaxed, laying against her
brother.  That cruise was an excellent fucking idea, she thought.

   "Rave," said Cynthia.  Raven looked at the girl.  Cynthia was staring
down at Raven's crotch.  "Hon...  you got some blood on you, or
somethin'..."



   --==+==-

   Well, that puts a damper on the ol' fuckfest, thought Raven.  Nothing
like a little menstrual blood to end the party real quick.  She was
disgusted, and miffed.  Her first, her first fuckin' period, and it starts
right in the middle of her once-in-a-lifetime de-virginization at the dick
of her wonderful brother.  Perfect, just fuckin' perfect.  She stared at
herself in the bathroom mirror, and felt tears run down her cheek.  Fuck!
she thought.  I never cry!

   She heard a noise and turned.  Both Bradley and Cynthia stood at the
doorway.  She indicated the blood-smeared wet-wipe on the countertop.

   "My fuckin' period started," she said, her voice trembling.  She was
even pissed that it bothered her this much...  but fuck, she'd really been
looking forward to this.

   "Raven, so the fuck what," said Bradley.  "I wanna make out with you
tonight, and a little blood ain't gonna stop me."

   He hoped, deep inside, that he'd be able to go through with it, now that
she was bleeding.  He still felt pretty pumped...  and there'd only been a
drop or two, it's not like she was flowing heavy.  He was turned on
major... he wondered how far she'd planned on going tonight...  if she
wanted him to fuck her.  If she wants that, he thought, fucking Niagara
bloody-ass Falls ain't keepin' me out of her.

   "Oh, Bradley..." she said, sighing.  She looked at Cynthia, who was
looking sad and sympathetic.  "Bradley, there'll be other times.  It's
okay."

   He snorted.  "No, it ain't okay.  You ain't gettin' me this jacked up
and dumpin' me over a few drops of blood.  Raven...  I wanna eat your
pussy. I wanna suck your tits, and I wanna lick your asshole.  A little
blood ain't shit.  Come to bed, darlin'."

   She laughed, in spite of herself.  She daubed her pussy again with the
wet-wipe.  Just a little smear.  She'd heard jokes about guys getting their
red wings.  It didn't seem funny to her now.  She wondered how determined
Bradley was.  Shit, she thought, both women and men been dealin' with this
shit since the dawn of time.  But why tonight?  Why the fuck tonight?

   "Just come back to bed," said Bradley, coming forward and taking her in
his arms.  "We'll do laundry in the morning if we have to.  Raven.  Come
on. Let me love you.  It's gotta happen tonight or tomorrow night, if it's
gonna happen at all."

   She looked at Cynthia, and Cynthia nodded.  "It ain't that big a deal,"
said Cynthia.  "And Rave...  you won't get pregnant, not now, where your
cycle is.  You don't have to worry, darlin'." Raven sighed and nodded.  If
there was any good news, that was it.  Shit, she told herself.  It just
would have been too perfect.  It's always somethin'.  She grabbed a fresh
wet-wipe, and followed her brother back to bed.



   --==+==-

   In the end, it was a success.  Bradley didn't choke up or back down.  He
ate his little sister's pussy like a consummate professional, bringing her
to a screaming trembling orgasm.  He licked her sexy little asshole, while
Cynthia lay on her back beneath them and ate Raven out.  An hour later,
after some talking and laying in each other's arms, he dripped a few drops
of baby oil on his cock, and slowly, carefully pushed into Raven's body. 
He filled her and fulfilled her, and she lay beneath him and had yet
another wonderful orgasm as he filled her with his seed.  His cock, which
she thought was every bit as large as Mr.  Norman's, had felt tight but
comfortable in her cunt, and she had only felt a stab of pain for a moment
when he first pushed into her.  The three of them lay and talked far into
the night, and Raven faded in and out of sleep.  Bradley and Cynthia
started laughing at the crazy things she said, and she giggled along with
them.  She awoke with a start, late morning light filling the room. 
Bradley was right, they'd be doing laundry today.  She got up and took a
shower, her first of many that week.  She knew she'd have some adjustments
to make.  She wondered about that night, if it would be too messy to fuck
around...  she had to get used to this shit...  and she'd have to draw the
line somewhere.  Still, tonight was their last night, before her mom and
dad got back.

   Raven had asked Cynthia that night if maybe she wanted to let Bradley
pop her cherry, and Cynthia had thought about it, and finally politely
declined.  She just didn't feel ready tonight.  They understood, and they
didn't push her.  Maybe...  said Cynthia...  maybe in a month or two I can
spend the night and we can try it.  Just let me know, said Bradley, trying
to hide the hope in his voice.  Just let me know.

   Raven and Bradley spent their last night together just laying in his bed
and holding each other and talking.  He swore his undying love for her, and
she laughed gently at him.  Bradley, she said, we both got our lives to
live.  We'll do this, every chance we get, and I'll always love you a
little bit more than anybody else that comes along.  But you know and I
know we ain't gonna be a couple.  Love me when we're together and love me
when we're apart.  I'll give myself to you until we're old farts, and then
I'll gum your cock until you shoot dust in my mouth.  Bradley held her and
they cried a little bit, and then he sucked her nipples and she sucked his
cock.  Things worked out.

   Bradley had admitted to her that she was his first, that she'd popped
his cherry when he'd popped hers.  She didn't believe it, of course, her
studly hunky brother...  she was sure he'd done lots of girls, before her.
He decided to let her think what she wanted to think.  But he loved her
even more for what she'd done for him.

   Raven took her mom into the kitchen as soon as her parents arrived home,
and gave her the news about her period starting.  Her mom laughed and cried
and hugged her, and Raven was afraid she'd want a tampon for her scrapbook
but she didn't go quite that far.  Raven was horrified later to find out
her mom called both sets of grandparents and told them about it.  It was
tempting to tell her mom she'd also gotten her cherry popped, just to watch
the fuss.

   Life went on.  Raven had to struggle at times, as did Bradley, to hide
their affair, but over time it got easier.  She already was good at hiding
things, she'd hid her relationship with both Mr.  Norman and Mr.  Murphy
and what she did with Cynthia for over a year.  Raven still kept a few
secrets, she never told Bradley about Mr.  Murphy, and he didn't seemed to
notice the bags of candy always in her room.



   --==+==-

   Raven lay in Cynthia's arms, in the still of the night.  Cynthia laughed
softly, and pressed her lips to Raven's.  Tonight was Cynthia's night. 
Raven still loved the girl deeply and looked forward to her times with her.


   "Where's that goddam viber-ater..." said Cynthia, giggling.  Raven
reached beneath the mattress, and put it into Cynthia's hand.

   Raven was happy, as happy as a girl could be.  Everything was fine. 
Tonight was going to be a fun night.  A long, fun night.  With Cynthia she
always felt like she was returning to her roots...  she'd started out with
the girl, and all their times together were still special.

   "Spread your legs, you sweet little bitch..." whispered Cynthia, her
breath hot in Raven's face.  Their lips touched again, and again.  "Spread
your fuckin' legs..."

   Raven laughed softly, and spread her fuckin' legs.



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