Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title : Young Cunt IV Author : MeatBot Keywords : Inc, Mg, gg Date : 20170211 Mail : meatbot777 at gmail dot com This story : HTML - http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?topic=52350.0 text - http://www1.asstr.org/files/Authors/MeatBot/YoungCunt%20IV%20-%20Inc%20Mg%2 0gg.txt My other stories : HTML - http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=26255 text - /files/Authors/MeatBot/ Synopsis : Yet more screwing around by Raven, and then she lives happily ever after. Disclaimer : Disclaimer : Copyright by the author. Permission is granted to archive, repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals, anthologies of this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author. This is a work of fiction. You must be 18 or over to read this 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 only. The author does not condone any sexual activity with persons under 18 in real life. These are just words, people, just words. If you have a problem with words, see a competent shrink or an English teacher. This story is basically tying up loose ends. I'm sorry it's so goopy, it even made my stomach hurt. What went before : #1 - http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?topic=27316.0 #2 - http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?topic=27352.0 #3 - http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?topic=27766.0 --==+==- Raven gasped, and sucked air into her lungs. She took another deep breath, feeling the tingling start in the pit of her stomach. She knew she was close. This would be a big one... hopefully. She'd learned long ago that deep breathing almost to the point of hyperventilation enhanced her orgasms. And she was turned on big this time for some reason, in spite of this being a fairly typical Friday night fuck for her. Something touched her butt and she giggled, knowing it was Cynthia's head. Cynthia was between her legs, probably licking Bradley's cock as it pistoned in and out of Raven's cunt. Cynthia had really turned into one sex-crazy little bitch and Raven loved her like mad for it. Bradly wasn't too bad, either, for an older brother. Raven and Bradley were burning each other up as she passed from fifteen to sixteen and he entered his twenties. He would move out this fall, after spending his first year of college at home, and they both looked forward to him having his own place. They both knew Raven would at least spend the weekends with him, if nothing else. Their love-making was almost frantic at the moment, they both felt the pressure of growing up, and the knowledge that their little affair would probably dwindle down as they got out in the world and made new friends and possible boy and girl friends. They'd had many talks about their relationship and where it would go, and decided that although they'd always love each other... they wouldn't put their lives on hold for each other. And... then there was Evan. Raven had grown to love him more and more over the last few years, although she'd been pretty much in love with him to start with. She'd never seen any indication that he had a girlfriend or even any friends period, and she felt like he was waiting for her to grow up, although he kept telling her he wasn't. She saw him whenever she could, usually a few times a month, and although they'd never had any kind of physical relationship... other than that first time, of course... although they'd carefully kept their distance, she knew he loved her too. How could it fail? she asked herself. She felt like he was as good as hers, at least in another year or two. Raven had cooled her extra-curricular sex life down somewhat after a bad experience a few years ago, and now she basically depended on her brother and her girlfriend to keep her itches scratched. She still saw her old junior high teacher, Mr. Norman, on rare occasions, but he now worked out of town and it was difficult for them to get together. She'd spent a Saturday night with him not too long ago, when he rented a motel room in town, and they'd had a fun time... he still wouldn't out and out fuck her, because of his unspoken promise to his wife, but there were other things they could do. She'd basically given him up to growing up also, but she understood and accepted it. She had missed Mr. Murphy more than she thought she would, he'd left a void in her life, no pun intended. Anyway, that was her sex life in a nutshell. For a sixteen year old, she got it pretty regularly. And, still... it seemed to mean a lot to her. It was still fun and sexy. --==+==- Mondays. She hated Mondays. A few hours of boredom at school... what a way to start the day. She moped around the house, wishing that Bradley was home. Or even her dad. She wandered into the kitchen, and eyed her mother, who was creating yet another hopefully edible experiment. "Mom..." she said, her mind working furiously for anything interesting to talk about. "Yes, dear..." said her mother absently. Mom is a fox, Raven thought, looking at her mother. She was still young, and still tight and firm. A stab of something pierced her body, centered around her groin as she remembered that time she'd seen her mom in the shower, the nozzle buried between her legs. Raven felt like they shared something intimate because of that, though her mother didn't know Raven knew her mom did it too. Anyway, she told herself... Mom is so hip, it probably wouldn't bother her. All this and more went through her head in a fraction of a second, as she stared at her mother. "Mom... you 'member... a while back, you gave me a uhm... a uhmm... a..." she pretended like she couldn't say it, and weirdly... it was a little difficult. Her mom laughed. "Raven! Hee hee... you mean that vibrator I gave you?" "Uh... yeah..." Raven blew her own mind be actually being embarrassed. Or, she wondered, am I just the best goddam method actor on the planet? She could feel the burn beneath her skin. "Is it working for you?" her mom asked. Raven was glad they weren't looking each other in the eyes. "Uh..." she wondered where to go with this, now that she had her mom's attention. "Yeah... kinda... I mean... I uhm... get there... most times... it just takes forever and I can't help but wonder..." she stopped there. Let Mom lead, now, she thought. "You do climax, though?" her mom said after a small pause. Raven wondered if it was freaking the woman out to be talking so frankly with her daughter about masturbation. It sure didn't seem to be. "Yes... usually..." Raven said in a barely audible voice. "Honey!" her mom turned and then did stare at her. "Honey, don't be embarrassed! This is the two thousands! We can talk about anything nowdays!" "I... I know..." said Raven. To her discomfort, now she wasn't having to pretend to be embarrassed. "Listen, honey!" said her mom. "Let me help you work this out! Now... do you keep the vibrator firmly on your clit?" Raven looked as blank as she could. She squirmed, once again uncomfortable. Goddam, she thought... and I thought I was the most open-minded person in the world. My mom, my own mom is upstaging me. "I dunno..." she finally said, deciding to feign ignorance. "I'm not sure where... where that is..." "Oh, dammit!" her mom said, now laughing. She shook her head. "Rave... darlin'... you kids. You kids just make me laugh. You guys have the freedom I would have killed for, in my day, what with the internet and all that. And you still don't know where your clit is?" It seemed like to Raven that her mom laughed a bit longer than necessary. Truth be, she was a little miffed. If you only knew, she thought. If you only fuckin' knew. "Rave..." her mom said, standing at the counter, her arms crossed beneath her breasts. "Rave, follow me. I'm gonna show you a few things." Oh shit! thought Raven as they left the kitchen. Show me what? Her snatch? How to do it? Her mom marched right to Raven' room, surprising her. They entered, and after a moment's hesitation Raven shut the door. "Lock that puppy!" said her mom, and she did. "Raven, child..." her mom said. The woman's eyes positively shone. Goddam, though Raven. She's really getting off on this shit. "Raven, I'm going to show you something. I'm just gonna show you once, so pay attention. This is, I admit, a bit improper, but... these are the two thousands, like I said. And... I don't want you to miss out on even one night's pleasure, because I was too hung up to simply show you something. Girl... drop 'em, darlin'." Her mom unbuttoned her slacks, and they fell to the floor. She stood before Raven, naked from the waist down. Oh fuck, holy fuck! thought Raven. She's gonna show me? She's gonna show me what, her pussy? And... really, mom... no panties? That one almost shocked her. Raven slowly unsnapped her jeans, and slid them down, sending her panties down with them. Goddam... she thought. I'm all wet and squishy already. Damn, this is turning out way better than I hoped for. But, she remembered she was just a shy young girl. She coyly placed a hand over her pubic mound, and looked expectantly at her mom. "Now!" her mother laughed. "Don't be shy, it's just us girls!" Her mom sat on Raven's bed, and moved sideways, one leg on the floor and the other on the bed, bent at the knee. Her pussy literally gapped open, stretched that far. A small part of Raven's mind noticed how firm and tight her mother's cunt looked... hard to believe, Raven thought, hard to believe she pushed Bradley and me through that little hole. It barely looked big enough for Raven's finger. Raven slowly sat, in a pose mirror-imaged to her mom. It felt good just to stretch her pussy out like that. She darted a glance down at her mom, and was impressed. Goddam, she thought, mom's got a cute cunt. Damn near as cute as mine. And it was shaved, all but a little patch at the top. How cool. What you learn about people, she thought. "Rave, honey..." her mom said. "You got that 'viber?" Everything stopped for a moment while Raven fetched the vibrator, and sat back down. Her mom took it carefully, and to Raven's complete shock her mom sniffed it. "Oh yeah!" said her mom, giggling, and Raven couldn't help giggle. By now the scene was totally surreal for her, and getting moreso. My mom just smelled my cunt, she told herself just in case her self hadn't noticed. It had, though. She almost felt drippy down below. "Anyway!" her mom said, still giggling. "This thing is useless unless you find the right spot. Thuh Spawt!" Raven giggled helplessly. Her mom went on. "Your clit is a very important part of your body. I'm sure you know exactly where it is, although you might not know what it is. I think that book..." her mom furrowed her eyebrows, trying to remember. "I don't think that sex ed book I gave you mentioned clits, although it should have given over a few dozen pages to it. Darlin', your clit is the gateway to your soul. It's your door to infinity, it's your nubbin to nirvana. It's a million things, but most of all it's a hell of a lot of fun. Oh, I'm not puttin' down vaginal orgasms, they are fun too, but when you're wingin' it by yourself, it's usually all about your clit. Let's have a look, my dear, spread yourself a bit..." Her mom stared down at her cunt, and Raven tried to remember to act shy. She spread her pussy lips slowly, and felt cool air on places that were usually hidden. "Yes!" said her mom. "There it is! How cute! Raven! You have the cutest little clit! I just love it!" That part was a little embarrassing, Raven thought. But, the woman was right. She had a cute one. "Okay," said her mom. She seized the vibrator, and turned the end of it. It began to gently buzz. She leaned into Raven, and Raven thought, oh my fucking god. My mom, and a vibrator. She did realize, though, that by now the whole thing was exciting her way more than it was embarrassing her. She felt her mom's hand on her pussy lips, spreading them. And then, bam! Her mom placed the vibrator right on her clit, right on target. Damn! thought Raven. Day-uhm! She relaxed her legs, and leaned back as well as she was able. She realized her mom was slowly moving the vibrator up and down, maybe a half inch at a time, pressing her clit up and down as she smashed it into Raven's body. Oh fuck, thought Raven, remember that shit. That is good. She sighed, and gasped for breath. Her mom looked up at her, her eyes shining, and Raven almost laughed. Who would believe this? she thought. Who would fuckin' believe this? My mom, my mom poundin' my clit with a vibrator. And damn, the woman was good. The first one took her by surprise. Suddenly her asshole turned inside-out and her legs locked and her eyes rolled back in her head. She heard her mom's gentle laughter yet again she she let the orgasm take her. Damn, she thought. Damn, double damn. After she recovered her mom kept on going, rubbing the vibrator against her clit. Goddam, she's gonna give me two! though Raven. She was all for the idea. She relaxed again, and breathed heavily. "Darlin'," said her mom, as she worked. "You're lucky you're a girl. You can get good at this, at doing it over and over. Rave... let me tell you a little secret. When I was in school, the girls in my dorm used to do this for hours. On weeknights, when we didn't go out... We'd sit around the living room and jack each other. I've cum... hell... a dozen times before, in an evening... maybe more. It was grand fun. Sometimes..." her mom sighed, and looked pensive. "Oh well! I'm happy, being married! But, honestly... it was loads of fun." Raven nodded thoughtfully. That did sound like fun. As much fun as this, letting her mom masturbate her. Too much fun. Raven came again, pretty quickly. After that, her mom slowed, and finally dropped the vibrator from Raven's body. "Well," said her mom, "now you know. Think you can find it tonight?" Raven giggled conspiratorially. "Yeah, I think so... Mom..." she had an idea, a good idea. And fuck, did she ever want to see it happen. "Mom... it's only fair... let me do you! Come on!" Her mom giggled, and finally looked embarrassed. "I don't know, Raven..." she said. "We've probably already overstepped the bounds of propriety. I don't think..." "Come on, dammit!" said Raven. "I owe you one! Or two, even!" Her mom giggled and looked thoughtful. Finally she relaxed, slouching down in the pillows of Raven's bed. She didn't say yes, but she had stopped saying no. Raven grabbed the vibrator and wiped it off on her bedspread. She flicked it on, and leaned forward, reaching. The first touch of her mom's body was electric. She didn't have to spread her mom's cunt, the woman's clit was large enough to already be visible... but damn, Raven just wanted to. She wanted to feel it. It felt hot and moist. Raven could see some white liquid in the crack of her mom's vagina. Fuck, mom got wet jackin' me! she thought. It turned her on even more. She pressed the vibrator against her mom's fat clit, and the woman began to squirm. She did what her mom had done, gently wiped her mom's clit up and down with the vibrator, and felt the woman tremble and squirm beneath her. Goddam, thought Raven, she's getting off big time on this! Her mom didn't take long at all. Raven was almost disappointed how quickly the woman came. And, fuck, did she ever cum. She pounded the bed with her fists, bounced around, shook and moaned, and came hard. Damn! thought Raven... all this time... all this fuckin' time... and it turns out my mom is a fuckin' hypersexual... goddam, goddam. She almost stopped when her mom settled down, but remembered to keep going. She was having trouble keeping her attention centered, though. A new thought hat occurred to her. Oh fuck, she thought, oh holy fuck, am I brave enough? Would I do it? What will she do? Before she had time to chicken out, Raven tossed the vibrator aside, and leaned down, spreading her mom's cunt wide with two hands. She smashed into her mom's clit with her tongue, pressing it against the woman's body, and then scrubbing it up and down. Up and down, up and down. "Raven!" her mom said, almost sounding anguished. "Oh, honey... no, no! Oh! Oh, goodness, no! Oh, Raven... Raven! Oh, oh... no? Oh no? Oh fuck! Oh noooo..." Raven giggled to herself as she licked. Those were the yessy-essed no's she'd ever heard. Her mom gasped, and Raven felt hands in her hair. Her mom did not push her away, instead she pulled Raven harder into her cunt. "Oh yes, of fuck yeah!" her mom almost shouted, and Raven did giggle on that one. She licked harder and faster, pounding her mom's clit with her tongue. She could taste her mom, taste her and smell her. And damn, it was good. This woman... thought Raven. This goddam woman. Too much. It made her sad to think this would probably never happen again. She extended her feelers, trying to absorb every bit of the experience, trying to cement it firmly in her mind. And fuck! her mom tasted good. I came from here, the thought occurred to her, I came out of this very thing I'm licking. Fuck, it was sexy. It was the sexiest thing she'd ever done in her life. When her mom came this time, there was no holding back. Raven was scrubbing her own pussy against the bed by then, and she even came a tiny bit. But nothing like her mom. The woman blew up, she simply ex-fuckin'-sploded. It was intense and sexy and even pretty loud. Raven laughed and kept licking. At long last her mom settled down, and Raven finally gave the sweet cunt below her a final kiss, and raised up. Her mom guiltily met her eyes. "Mom!" said Raven, as her mom opened her mouth. "Mom, don't say nothin'. You didn't do anything wrong, I did it all. I just couldn't help myself. Please, please don't feel guilty over this. It was beautiful, and I'll always remember and... uh... I'll always treasure this moment." Weirdly, Raven felt tears come in her eyes. Her mother silently held her arms open, and Raven crushed into them. They rocked silently for a while, laying on Raven's bed. "Honey..." her mom finally said, softly. "Okay. Yes, it was beautiful. And... and damn, you were good. Thank you, thank you, Raven. You made me very happy. Let's just not... let's just not go overboard with it." "We won't, Mom," said Raven. Her mom laughed softly. "Rave..." her mom said quietly. "Are you... are you involved with Cynthia? I mean, she's here every weekend... and I've heard... I've heard noises, in the night... plus you were very good at what you did just then..." "Mom. I dunno if simply involved is the right word. I love her to death, and she was my first. Well, my first and only..." that lie came way too easily, thought Raven. She went on. "Yeah, we fuck around. I'm sorry if you don't like that..." "Oh no!" her mom said, staring at the ceiling. "No, it doesn't bother me. I've had several, uhm... girlfriends myself over the years. For the longest time, mostly during college, I even wondered if I was gay. But I also really like, uhm... I really like the cock, too." Raven giggled softly. "Yeah," she said. "I'm sure I will also, someday. No, I ain't gay... I'm savin' myself, kinda savin' myself for one guy..." "Well, that is admirable," said her mother. "I'll admit, I'm curious who, but I'll wait until you feel ready to let us know who." They giggled yet again and sat up and her mom hugged her again. "Raven," she said. "This was very beautiful, and it's just made me love you more than I ever thought possible. Thank you, thank you again." Their mouths met, and stayed for a long time. Raven was mildly surprised once again, and wondered what her mom thought of tasting her own cunt on Raven's face. Is that why she kissed for so long? They finally separated and stood and began putting their pants on. Raven had a momentary wish she could have had a taste of her mom's tits, but it just didn't happen that way. "Holy shit, I gotta finish dinner!" her mom said. "Bradley and Randall will be home any minute!" --==+==- Raven sat in her room, bemused. Well, that was interesting. Makin' out with mom. Cool, too cool. She wondered if it would ever happen again. Probably not, she figured. Unless I can catch her in the right mood. She was mildly scandalized that her mom had heard her making out with Cynthia, her best friend. And, to think of it, she was surprised that her Mom hadn't caught on that she was actually fucking her brother, Bradley. She vowed to be way more careful with that shit. Well, it would be much easier now that Bradley was moving into a place of his own. It wouldn't look suspicious for her to spend the night with him, on the weekend at least. And here in a few, when she had her own car... it would be easy. She grabbed her phone, and began texting Cynthia. She had a lot to tell her. --==+==- That night, she slipped into Bradley's room after her mom and dad had gone to bed. He seized her, and squeezed her tight, his hands snaking up the back of her nightgown. She giggled as he squeezed her butt, and their mouths met. Again, and again. "Are you gonna fuck me tonight, dear sister?" he breathed softly in her ear. She giggled. "Aww, shit. Bradley, sit down . Prolly not tonight. Sit, and listen." They sat side by side on his bed. "Bradley, you'll never believe this. I made out with Mom today, and she told me that she could hear Cynthia and me fuckin'. We gotta be more careful." He looked puzzled. "You made out with Mom? What do you mean." "Oh, that fuckin' vibrator she gave me. I pretended like I didn't know how to use it, and she showed me. She made me cum twice with it, and then I talked her into letting me doing it for her. By the second time I just couldn't stand it and smashed my face into her cunt. I licked her to her second 'gasm and Bradley, fuck shit... you should see Mom cum. She just went fuckin' ape-shit, totally ape-shit. It was incredible." He just sat there and took all that in, a far-away look in his eyes. He finally looked at her and shook his head. "You are too much," he said, laughing softly. "Too fucking much." "It's no big deal," she laughed, but he shook his head at that. "Yeah, it is a big deal. Fucking your own mom with a vibrator? It's too much." "We didn't fuck. There was no penetration, except for my tongue a little bit. It was just a couple of girls, playin' around. And, Bradley... get this... she said she used to fuck around with girls in college. She got positively nostalgic." "Fuck, Raven... fuck... if I still had to jack off, that'd give me jack-off material for the rest of my life..." he shook his head and laughed softly. --==+==- Cynthia reacted similarly, next time they got together. Raven ended up describing her mom's cunt to the girl, in minute detail, what she could remember of it. "Fuck, Rave..." said Cynthia. "Your mom's a fox. I'm jealous. I'd love to eat her cunt. Fuck, girl... fuck." Cynthia sighed, and looked almost sad. "Awww..." said Raven. "It was just a cunt. Maybe we'll find you a new one, if you're tired of mine." Raven leaned forward, and their lips touched. "I'm not tired of yours, not by a long stretch," said Cynthia into her ear. "I can prove it. Git chore fuckin' pants down, bitch..." --==+==- The new technique with the vibrator worked out great. In the middle of Cynthia's seemingly-endless orgasms, Raven just stared at the girl and laughed. Fuck, the girl could cum. She could fuckin' cum. And this little buzzin' bitch... it demanded. --==+==- They were at the Delphium, a little restaurant on the East side. Raven let Evan order for her, and she sat comfortably in the hollow of his arm, his massive biceps on the back of her neck. Goddam, she thought for the millionth time. What a fuckin' beast. "Wha' 'choo doin' this summer?" Evan asked. "I guess I need to get a job," she said, honestly thinking in order to answer his question. "Try my place," he said. "Wha' 'choo mean?" she asked. "Brian said the other day he was gonna hire a kid to make deliveries and pick shit up. And, of course, sweep and pick shit up. Did I mention picking shit up?" "No, you left that out," said Raven, thinking. Could she work with Evan? Of course she could. Would much real work get done? Probably not. Well, it was worth a try. "Evan," she said. "Tell your boss you know a kid who's interested. Don't tell him I'm a girl, though." "Oh, but I will," said Evan. "That'll guarantee you'll get the job. He likes girls." "Who don't?" she said. "We're very likeable." --==+==- She got the job in thirty seconds, maybe less. "So you're big Ev's girlfriend," Brian, Evan's boss laughed at her. She felt kind of funny after hearing that. Did Evan tell him that? Is that what Evan was telling people? Why did he insist to her that he wasn't? That was kinda funny. "Yeah," she said. "Yeah, I am." "Good ol' Evan," the guy said, shaking his head and smiling. "Not only does he like the young ones, he's not afraid to let it show. Hell, he ain't afraid of nothin'." "I've known Evan for... hell, for four years, at least," she said, hoping it would titillate Brian. It did. She went on. "An' I met him here, at your station." "Damn, girl!" he said, shaking his head and grinning. "I hope you guys are... uhm... careful..." She laughed. "Yeah," she said. "Yeah, of course!" --==+==- Raven's mom and dad were going out of town for Friday night. Oh, that was too good an opportunity to pass up. She'd told her mom that Cynthia was staying over, and her mom giggled and kissed her. "Don't be too naughty!" her mom said, and they both laughed. She hadn't even asked Cynthia, she just assumed. But when she told Cynthia, the girl seemed a little restrained. So much so that Raven finally asked her if she really wanted too. "Like hell I do!" said Cynthia. "But... but there's one thing..." "What, darlin'?" said Raven. "Rave... do you think... do you think Bradley would... pop my cherry, if we asked? I want him to be my first..." "Oh, holy shit!" said Raven, laughing. "Of course he would, he'd be glad to do it. Shit girl... he loves you as much as he loves me!" "It won't..." Cynthia seemed hesitant. "It won't... make you jealous? It won't bother you?" "Fuck, girl!" said Raven, still laughing. "Fuck no it won't bother me. It'll make me happy, 'cos I know it's makin' you and him both happy. Cynth... I know he'd love to do it, he loves you. Didn't you catch that? He loves you. Hell... we'll have loads of fun..." Raven said, already planning shit. "Rave..." Cynthia still looked troubled. "Does it... does it really hurt?" Raven tried to remember. "Naw... mine didn't really hurt, just a quick... stab is the word for it, I guess... anyway, it was over quick. An' then the good stuff starts." Cynthia looked a little more relieved. "Come on, darlin!" said Raven, hugging her friend. "It'll be a blast! We'll make a woman outa you yet!" --==+==- In the end, it was a complete success. Bradley, who had come to love Cynthia almost as much as his sister, was sweet and gentle, and Cynthia's cherry didn't even pop, it just made a soft twanging noise like a tiny rubber band. He fucked Cynthia to a massive vaginal orgasm, while Raven just watched, shaking her head. An hour later he pounded the girl again, and it was even better, and Cynthia came almost as well as Raven's mother had. Raven wondered what they were creating. But hell... this would be fun, from now on. She watched from inches away as Bradley's cock plunged in and pulled out of Cynthia's cunt. It was just too much fun. --==+==- And... suddenly there was a new candyman in town. Over by city hall, almost to the railroad tracks... a little shop opened up named Dario's. Raven noticed it one day with a shock. A candy store? Yes, a candy store, and more. Curious, pictures, posters, incense, the works. And... candy. The flood of memories it brought made her nostalgic and a little sad. But... was this fate at work? That evening she finished her homework, put on a short dress, kicked her panties off, and set off for downtown. She entered the shop, even the bell on the door making her sad. She looked up. The guy was younger than Mr. Murphy, but no spring chicken. That was good, in a way, she didn't want it to be a kid, like herself. She approached the counter, her eyes never leaving his. She finally realized she was probably being a big intense, and broke the gaze, looking around the store. "Yes?" the man said. "Can I help you?" "Uh..." she said. Damn, she thought, I didn't plan this out very well. She sighed and went on. "Just wanted to see your store." "Well, this is it," the guy said. He seemed kind of puzzled, she thought. "I was pretty good friends... with Mr. Murphy," she explained. "And Mr. Murphy was..." the guy said. She realized he was probably new enough in town that he didn't know who Mr. Murphy was. "Mr. Murphy ran the old candy store. The one over on Main, by the post office," she explained, and he nodded. "Yes," he said, "I heard about him. I heard... I heard a lot about him." "Oh really!" she said, all her attention returning to the guy. She really wondered, from the way he'd said it, she really wondered what he'd heard. "What did you hear?" she finally asked him. The guy suddenly seemed hesitant to talk. "Well, just that... just that he... uhm... he liked... he liked..." he stopped, seeming to run out of steam. "That he liked little girls?" she finished for him, and saw the guy almost flinch. "Yeah," he said, though. "Yeah, that's what I heard." Raven laughed softly. "Yeah," she said, looking around again. "Yeah, he did that..." The guy seemed to have enough conversation. He dusted some items with his hand, and re-arranged some displays. Raven wondered if she'd made a mistake coming in. She looked critically at the guy. He was maybe mid-30's, fairly slender... not bad for an old fart... yeah, she thought. I'd do that. If it worked out, I'd do that. He almost seemed shy, though. Maybe not shy... maybe timid was a better word. The guy seemed to kind of squirm beneath her gaze. His eyes finally met hers again. "Yeah," she said again. "He liked little girls. He liked me, too." The guy nodded, but this time he gave her a smile. Finally, they began to talk. She found out his name was Alric and he wasn't from around here, he'd just moved here a few months ago. At last she sat on a bar stool, and wiggled herself up on it. The guy watched her, but he almost acted like he didn't know what to do with her. She wondered if he had a girlfriend or wife. He didn't have a ring on, whatever that meant. Well, she thought, wife or not, I'll give him some jack-off material. I mean, I didn't wear panties, I need to do something to make it worthwhile. She let her legs slowly spread, conscious without seeing of where her skirt was. At last she felt like she was exposed. His suddenly stuttering conversation convinced her. Performing live! she thought. One show only! Madame Raven's trained beaver! She couldn't remember later what they'd talked about, but the longer they talked the more she realized that, in spite of her beaver show, that he just wasn't the one. He wasn't Mr. Murphy's replacement. Well, that's the way it goes, she thought. It doesn't happen every time. She finally hopped down from the stool, bought some fizzlers and slowly walked home. Whatever, it wasn't the end of the world. --==+==- The idea had occurred to her before. Quite a while back, in fact, shortly after her little episode with handcuffs, a motel room and an idiot named Delbert. Boys, young boys... young enough to fuck, but not old enough to be evil, or to have ulterior motives. Maybe... maybe here was possibilities there. If she just knew any young boys. The guys she went to school with... she tried to be generous, but still... she couldn't think of a one she liked, that way... they all seemed like immature little jerks. Would she be able to stand an even younger one? In a way, the idea seemed "cute" to her... her, and a little boy... it just seemed sexy, for some reason. She spent an evening on the internet, trying to get an idea for the age that a boys body became operational, sexually. She came away even more confused, though. Well, it didn't matter, she was on the pill, she wouldn't pop a sprog. Just as long as the kid could do it. Raven walked home slowly from school, instead of taking a ride with Cynthia's mom. She passed the junior high, and looked at the little boys standing around the door, smoking and trying to look tough. Some of them were cute, even. One or two even gave her that damp feeling, down there. She wondered how to pull it off. How, and where. --==+==- "Aw, c'mon, Ev..." There was silence on the line for a moment. "No, really. I got a girl." "Like shit. You never mention her. You're bullshittin' me." "No, for real. Her name is Delilah." "I'll have to see her to believe." "You'll never see her. Are you nuts? Why would I introduce you two?" "You could introduce me as 'the girl I'm going to marry,' maybe." "Hah hah hah... Raven... darlin'... you need to give up on that idea." "Evan. You been tellin' the people where you work that I'm your girlfriend... that makes it true..." "I... I what?" "When he interviewed me, somethin' your boss said made me think you'd told him I was your girlfriend." "I dunno where he got that idea..." "Well, obviously..." "I might have said you were my friend. Maybe he heard me wrong or somethin'." "Yeah, yeah. Evan. Accept the inevitable. Someday, someday soon, we will be a couple." "Raven..." Another long silence. "Well, anyway, when it happens it happens. So. What you gonna do this weekend? Just work?" "Probly. When did Brian say you could start?" "A week from Monday. He's gotta tell his tax guy about me or somethin'." "It'll be fun havin' you there. A pain in the ass sometimes, probly, but mostly fun." "Long as you realize that to those guys, I'm your girlfriend." "Yeah, yeah. What'll I tell Delilah though?" "The imaginary Delilah? Anything. She's not real, Evan." "Goodnight, Raven. I have to go." "Goodnight, Evan. Remember to alternate arms to keep from overbulking your dominant arm." "Yeah, hah hah. Nite." "Nite. I love you." Another long silence, then a sigh. "I love you, too." --==+==- "Bradley..." she whispered. She lay in his arms in his bed, the two of them comfortably hidden by darkness. They had just made long nasty love, in spite of their parents being less than forty feet away. They had both been careful to be quiet, and Bradley had even applied WD-40 to the squeaky crossbeams beneath his bed earlier that afternoon. "What, darling?" he whispered back, his breath hot in her ear. She shivered. "I... I think I almost got a real boyfriend... I want to tell you that, not just let you find out. And I don't want you to think that'll change anything between us..." He laughed softly. "Raven... it'll change things, but that's okay..." he gently kissed her. "We went into this knowin' it couldn't last forever..." "But it can, goddammit! I'll always love you!" "And I'll always love you, darlin'. But... things will change... time will change us both... we'll always love each other, but we may not always be able to make love... not like we have been, at least." Yet again, she felt tears come into her eyes. That seemed to happen a lot lately when she contemplated her future. "Bradley..." she kissed him again, and again. "I'll always love you. Always. Just so ya know..." "Yeah," he said softly. "I know. I know." --==+==- Her first day at work was loads of fun. Raven didn't get to see Evan as much as she thought she would, well she saw him a lot, but was too busy at first to get to talk to him much. She was there three hours, from right after school to 6:30 in the evening. It would be cool in the summer, she'd get to have lunch with Evan, maybe every day. By the end of the week it had settled down quite a bit, since she had all the papers filed and all the loose stuff picked up and stored. It actually got boring. She finally ended up out in the bay, watching Evan work on a sports car. "Damn," she said, leaning to look inside the car. "I wouldn't mind having one of these." "Maybe I'll buy you one someday," Evan grunted from beneath the hood. She smiled to herself. It almost sounded like he'd accepted the idea that they'd be a couple. Of course, she'd known all along that it eventually would happen. They were just too good a couple for fate to pass up. See? she told herself. It's happening. "Thank you, Evan," she said. She honked the horn. He appeared from beneath the hood, his eyes blazing. "Then again!" he hissed, "I might just kick your ass!" She turned and stuck it out, and he gave it a gentle kick. She turned and smiled. He took two more steps and towered over her. She looked up at him and smiled. "Evan," she said, "now that we're boyfriend and girlfriend, you have to take me out this Friday night. It's just part of the deal." --==+==- It was breezy atop the tower. Breezy and slightly cold. Spring wasn't here yet, she thought. She stood in the crook of Evan's arm and looked out over the city. Amid the darkness, millions of lights gleamed. Billions, maybe. Even the sky was lit up. It was beautiful. "You know," he said. He turned her and put his giant paws on her waist. "I could end the problem of you right here and now. I could just toss you over the edge." She giggled. "Then what would you have? The most boring life in the world?" "Damn near," he said. "Raven. I brought you up here for a reason." "To throw me over the edge?" she said. "Naw. I might pull a muscle or somethin'." His face loomed ever closer to hers. "Raven. I want to kiss you. Our first real kiss. I wanted it to be something you'd remember." She didn't say anything. She realized this was a moment to him, a moment to remember. It was to her, also. Yeah, she thought. Yeah, okay. I'll kiss ya. Fucking fi-nuh-lee. She finally nodded slowly and closed her eyes and put her lips in the kissing position. He laughed softly. "What?" she said, without opening her eyes. "You look funny," he said. "Kiss me, you fool," she said. --==+==- "You got a nice place, Evan..." she said. He did. She'd been surprised. She expected a grubby man-cave, but this place... it had a little style. It had pizz-azz. She was impressed. "Thanks," he said. He disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a beer and a Pepsi. She giggled and took it. He took it back and popped the top, and handed it to her. She giggled again. They sat on the couch, and he found the remote and turned on the TV and hit the mute. "So," he said. "Whadda ya wanna do?" "I dunno..." she said, tapping her chin with her finger. "Make out mebbe?" "Nah..." he said, looking at his wrist like he had a watch. "Too early for that shit." "Got a Monopoly set?" she said. He rolled his eyes. "Raven," he said. "When you gotta be home? I can't babysit you all night. I got stuff to do." "I don't gotta be home. I'm a big girl, 'member? I'll just call my mom an' say I'm stayin' at Cynthia's." "What if Cynthia told her mom she's staying with you?" "Oh, Evan, it don't matter. It just don't matter." She turned and settled down into his lap, laying and looking up and him. Is this, she asked herself, is this what I really want? A washed-out old-fart soldier? A guy who works at a gas station? A guy who was already thirteen years old when I was born? Why, now, was she having misgivings? I'm not, she told herself. I'm not even close to doubt. Yes, this is what I want... I can't say why, but it is. Evan took a sip and looked down at her. He'd had, over the last three years, nothing but confidence that someday this moment would come. He'd fought it at first, until he finally admitted how he felt about the girl to himself. How she felt about him had been plain from the start. At last, he thought, at last there's just no place else to go. He wondered if tonight was the night. Should he? Could he? Would she? Oh, of that he had little doubt. He hoped his beer breath wasn't overpowering. He leaned down into her face, and they had their second kiss. To him, it was every bit as good as the first had been, on top of that stupid building. It was great. He began mentally preparing himself for number three. To Raven, it was a good kiss, beer taste notwithstanding. She'd go for three, also. Now was a good time for three. Good, he was leaning down again. She closed her eyes and placed her lips for a kiss, and he giggled again. She'd have to do something about that shit, though. Later. Now... now there was kissing to be done. --==+==- "Evan," she said softly, as he laid her gently in his bed. "What, darling," he said, equally softly. "Please... please be easy with me..." For the last three years, every time she thought of him she'd also thought of what she thought of as his dominant trait... his gigantic penis. She'd only seen it that one time... but damn, it had impressed her. It had looked large... painfully large, she'd thought at the time. She wasn't as small as she'd been, then... a few things had taken the plunge, so to speak, and hopefully... she'd spread her horizons a bit, shall we also say... but damn, the guy just had a big dick. She wanted it bad, but she hoped it wouldn't hurt too badly. He had stopped, and was bent over the bed, holding her. "Rave... honey..." he finally said. She felt his breath in her face. At least the beer effect was gone by now. "Rave... I don't want to hurt you... we don't have to do it, not completely... it's totally up to you, what we do. I understand, darlin'... I know I'm not normal..." She laughed gently and he laughed with her at last. Yeah, he wasn't normal. He was definitely 'above average.' She'd spent a lot of time, imagining what he'd feel like, inside her. And now the moment approached. He'd basically let her know it didn't have to be tonight... but, the way she felt... yeah, it had to be tonight. She had to know. "Evan..." she breathed. "Evan... make love to me..." She had also wondered if it mattered to him if he wasn't her first. She'd tell him the truth, she decided, if he asked. She probably wouldn't tell him her brother was the one who had popped her cherry, but she'd tell him it was popped. She respected him that much, and he didn't seem like the kind of guy that would make a big fuss over it. He'd just nod and go on, she figured. Actually, she thought... if anybody could take the news that I was fucking my brother, I think it would be Evan. Maybe, maybe someday... In the end the popped cherry thing wasn't an issue, he never asked. He carefully, almost delicately pulled her clothes off, and then flipped the light on the nightstand off. "Evan!" she said. "Turn the light back on. I need these next few images for my mental scrapbook!" He turned on the light and undressed, somewhat abashedly. She re-introduced herself to his monster. His monster looked ready to play, it was awake and up and looking around. She giggled. Damn, he had a nice one. Why hadn't she at least touched it, three years ago? That wasn't like her. Well, now she was going to play. And he wasn't all oily and greasy, this time. He slid in beside her and pulled the sheet over them. She rolled and climbed on top of him. She felt his cock poke her in the butt and they both laughed. "You ain't goin' there, you little bitch!" Raven said, and they laughed again. "That's one thing I've never got to do..." Evan mused. "I've had girls get out of bed when I suggested we try that..." She giggled, in spite of herself. "Evan," she said. "In order to keep the romantic atmosphere at a maximum tonight, let's not talk of girls with whom we've had previous sexual experiences, okay?" He laughed, and nodded. She leaned down, and their lips met. Again, and again. --==+==- No, it was no easy. Evan finally got up and found some mineral oil in his bathroom, and returned. Liberal application of the oily substance occurred, and they tried again. Slowly, carefully... inch by inch he pushed into her body. It hurt, but it felt good, she noticed. Weird. Oh, it did feel good... he filled her, he filled her completely... and it just kept coming. "Evan..." she said, between gasps for air. "Evan... how long... is your... your cock?" He laughed. "No idea," he said. "I never measured it." "For real?" she gasped. "For real," he said. "It's a... a long bitch," she said. "Yeah," he said. About that time she felt his groin touch her on her mound. Oh fuck, she thought. Thank goodness... he's all the way in. This bitch is too much, she thought... I'm a virgin again, for this one... I might as well be a virgin again. "Evan..." she said. "What?" he said. "Just hold it there for a few," she said. "Let me get used to it." He laughed gently. She felt good, beneath the mountain of flesh that was him. His arms, his thigh-sized biceps were on either side of her. The bulk of his chest and back loomed over her. She almost felt like she was in a cave. Do I love this guy? she asked herself, wondering once again why these thoughts were occurring, now that she finally was getting what she thought she'd wanted all this time. She tried to think hard on it, but she was a bit distracted by the massive missile crammed in her own private cave. He pulled out maybe and inch, and slowly pressed back in. That decided it. That felt good. "Evan," she said, speaking from her heart. "Evan, I love you." --==+==- She woke, in the night. He lay at her back, and she felt the warmth from his body. She snuggled up against him, and thought. The future... what do any of us get, from the future? The future is just a bunch of shit that ain't happened yet, she thought. Where did hers lead? She felt him behind her. Where ever his led, for the next half dozen decades, if she was lucky. He wouldn't last forever, and he'd go first. Plus... big guys burned up quicker. That was all the disadvantages. She'd have to love him fast and hard, to get all the good out of him she could, and to give him all the good she could give him. But... whatever shit the future was gonna throw at her, she loved him. She still loved Bradley, although.... now that she was involved with Evan, that one would have to be thought about. And thought about hard. She knew Evan would give her Cynthia... that she planned on telling him, when she introduced the two of them. She knew he wouldn't have a problem with it. Could she be a one-woman man, though? She'd never had to, before. Well, whatever the case, Bradley would understand. And he'd still love her. She rolled, and wiggled under Evan's big arm. She sighed and closed her eyes again. She could worry about the future tomorrow. She went back to sleep. --==+==- IF YOU LIKED THIS STORY, LEAVE ME A COMMENT. HELL, LEAVE ME A COMMENT EVEN IF YOU DIDN'T LIKE IT. THANKS FOR READING.