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 The following story is a work of fiction.  Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners.  Any resemblance to persons either alive or dead
is purely coincidental.  This story is intended for ADULTS only.  If you
are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction, or if you
are easily offended, kindly STOP READING NOW.

   Tattletail - by - The StoryMaster

   "You promise you won't tell?" Amanda whispered worriedly.

   "No sweetheart, I wouldn't dream of telling a soul.  This'll be our
little secret," her boyfriend's dad said just before covering the her
sensuous mouth with his own.

   "How many times had she heard that," Amanda wondered as she felt the
older man slip his hand under the waist band of her sweat pants then into
her panties.  Amanda had to admit, her current boyfriend's father seemed to
know what he was doing down there.  Why in no time at all his fingers found
that special spot that caused Amanda to completely lose control.  That very
same spot that had managed to get her into so many embarrassingly similar
situations over the short fifteen years of her life.

   Amanda moaned softly into Mr.  Adams' mouth as his fingers cavorted over
soft, moist folds of exquisitely sensitive flesh.  And when his tongue
darted into Amanda's mouth, she quickly met it with her own.  Still
standing in the entrance foyer of his home, the older man kissed the sweet
girl forcefully while he rubbed the resilient flesh between her narrow
thighs, feeling her soft and seemingly sparse pubic curls rasp beneath his
touch.  Amanda trembled and gave a soft gasp when with his middle finger,
Mr.  Adams entered her.

   That's how it always went for Amanda Banning.  She'd set out with
utterly innocent intentions only to end up in yet another heated sexual
encounter.  Today, for example, Amanda had planned to go by her boyfriend's
house to return a text book she'd borrowed.  When she rang the bell,
Wayne's father had answered the door and invited her in.  Only after he'd
closed the door and the two of them stood alone in the marble floored
entrance hall, did he inform Amanda that Wayne was with his mother today
and would not be home until tomorrow.  Amanda thanked him politely and
asked him to return the book she'd borrowed.  Then, much to her surprise,
when she held the book out to him, Mr.  Adams had, without warning, grabbed
Amanda by the wrist and pulled her to him.  Events had deteriorated from
there.

   Mr.  Adams showered Amanda's face with kisses while he delved into her
with his long middle finger.  "You're so tight, baby," he whispered gruffly
into Amanda's ear, then began to nibble and kiss her slim neck.  Amanda's
breath came in short panting gasps.  "Let's go upstairs, Amanda," Mr. 
Adams suggested after another minute of heavy petting during which time. 
Amanda's knees started to become rubbery.  "Would you like that, baby? 
Would you?" the older man murmured into her ear, then he probed into her
deeper still.

   "Ohhh.." Amanda gasped softly in response to his touch.  He was without
a doubt more experienced than anyone she'd ever met.  She became putty in
his hands.

   "Let's go upstairs to bed, baby," Mr.  Adams suggested again, this time
looking directly into the young girl's big, misty, brown eyes.

   Amanda returned his gaze shyly.  Her initial expression of concern was
virtually overwritten by the telltale look of feminine arousal.  "Uh-huh,"
Amanda said, nodding timidly.

   Even though there was a thirty year difference in their ages, Mr.  Adams
kept young Amanda occupied for the better part of the day.  Amanda would
remember him as a tender and capable lover, who'd shown her delirious
pleasures she'd never dreamed of.  The two had romped in his big, king-size
bed for hours before moving to the floor and then at last to the bathroom.
Mr.  Adams had then become the first to introduce Amanda to her other
opening down there.  It had come as quite a surprise to the fifteen year
old when he suggested it, but after a brief, mildly painful beginning,
Amanda was glad that he had.

   In the end, young Amanda Banning had accepted the seed of her
boyfriend's father into all of her openings that day.  Amanda wasn't
worried though.  She'd been on the pill for over a year since her first,
and hopefully last abortion.  When at last it was time for Amanda to return
home, she stood with her newest lover in the hallway of his big house where
everything had started.  Her boyfriend's dad hugged her warmly for several
long minutes before letting her go, and before parting his company, Amanda
had implored Mr.  Adams not to tell anyone about their special morning,
especially Wayne.  The older man had smiled and kissed the pretty, young
girl on the top of her head then promised again that he wouldn't tell a
soul, and as she turned to leave, Mr.  Adams said, "I'd like to see you
again, Amanda."

   That evening as Amanda got ready for her bath she noted she was still
quite sore in that special kind of way.  When she removed her panties they
were heavily spotted and sticky with Mr.  Adams' semen.  As she settled
gratefully into the warm bubbles Amanda reminisced.

   From as early as Amanda could remember, she'd enjoyed the excitement and
wonder of sex.  She recalled vividly how her heart had raced the first time
her brother, Tim asked her to undress for him, and how she'd been consumed
with both fear and anticipation, curiosity and guilt, worry and wonder.  So
many conflicting and troublesome emotions.  It had taken her brother
several attempts to convince his young, eight year old sister to strip for
him, but his persistence had paid off in the end.  Amanda had at last,
willingly removed her clothing for him, then later allowed him to touch her
in an innocent, childish way.

   Somewhere in the deepest reaches of her memories, there lay vague and
clouded recollections of her father touching her when she was a very little
girl.  Amanda thought she dimly recalled late night visits by her Daddy
after the rest of the family had gone to bed.  How he'd touched her and
made her feel special, but the memories were so faded and indistinct that
she couldn't be certain at all.

   Amanda's sexual relationship with her older brother, Tim, two years her
senior had rapidly escalated as the boy became more and more curious and
experimental with his trusting and willing little sister.  From innocent
touching and petting, Tim quickly began to delve more deeply into the more
sensitive areas of Amanda's anatomy with his fingers and eventually his
tongue.  Naturally Amanda was afraid at first, but Tim was patient and
careful not to hurt her, and eventually she began to participate.

   About that time, Tim discovered his Dad's digital camera and started to
keep a photographic record of his liaisons with his kid sister.  In no time
at all, Tim had amassed hundreds of images of himself and Amanda preforming
what prove to be compromising acts.

   Oral sex became a regular part of their repertoire.  After Tim showed
his sister how neat it felt when he kissed her in her "special place", he
asked Amanda to make him feel good too.  Amanda had been a bit tentative at
first about allowing her brother to put his "thingy" into her mouth, but
soon she was performing like a seasoned veteran.  Tim soon possessed over a
hundred megabytes of images of Amanda sucking him and licking his testicles
and even his rear end.

   By the time Amanda was eleven, she and Tim slept together regularly on
the occasions that their parents were away and Tim was left to care for his
younger sister.  By then Amanda was in the habit of allowing Tim to rub his
penis between her legs until he squirted his sticky juice all over her
tummy.  She also let him squirt his juice into her mouth from time to time.
That was a little "yucky" at first, but Amanda quickly got used to the
taste.  Amanda had fun with Tim, but as any little girl would, she worried
that someone might find out, or worse still catch them actually playing
their "special games".

   One time, their parents did come home from a business trip early and
unannounced.  Amanda and Tim were sound asleep in each others' arms when
their mother called from the bottom of the stairs.  Thankfully, Amanda had
managed to run naked down the back hallway, and luckily she made it to her
own bedroom undetected, but it had been too close for comfort.

   As a result of that particular instance and a few others only slightly
less unnerving, Amanda got into the habit of imploring her brother, Tim,
each time they were together never to tell a soul about the things they
did. Tim, naturally agreed whole-heartedly.

   On one occasion, however, in an effort to impress an older boy in his
school named Ray, who Tim looked up to and wished to be pals with, Tim had
eluded to some of the activities that he and his sister, Amanda engaged in.
Much to his immediate regret, Ray had expressed a keen interest.  Tim was,
needless to say, very happy with his relationship with his kid sister, and
was understandably reluctant to share his good fortune with others.  Even
though he'd quickly changed the subject that fateful day, it was too late.
The proverbial cat was out of the bag.

   "Do you think she'll let me spend a little time with her?" Ray had asked
Tim.

   Tim was instantly sorry he'd bragged to Ray about his arrangement with
Amanda who was now twelve years old and rapidly becoming a rather pretty
young girl.  Tim was certain that Amanda would be furious and would
probably refuse to let him near her ever again when she learned of his
betrayal.  Tim was pretty pissed off at himself as well.  His timing
couldn't have been worse.  Their parents, both lecturing university
professors, were scheduled to be out of town for almost a week beginning
the next day, and Tim had very special plans for his time alone with
Amanda.

   "Ask her, Tim," Ray insisted, and none to ambiguously.

   Amanda was upset alright.  For days she wouldn't even talk to Tim let
alone allow him to get close to her.

   "How could you tell!" she'd wailed.  "You promised, Timmy.  You promised
you wouldn't tell anybody, ever.  And Ray Meeks.  Oh God, Tim!" Amanda was
beside herself.

   Tim let her settle down for a minute, before breaking the really bad
news to his kid sister.

   "He what!" Amanda shrieked.  "Oh no.  No way, Tim.  You tell that
butt-head, I don't even want to look at him.  You hear me, Tim.  There's no
way I'll see Ray Meeks."

   No matter how much Tim pleaded with his sister, she would have none of
it.  The following day, Tim had the unpleasant task of informing Ray Meeks
that Amanda was unwilling to see him, and needless to say, Ray wasn't happy
about it.  "Now I'm really in a mess," Tim said to himself.  "Amanda's
pissed off at me, and Ray Meeks is too.  Why did I ever open my big mouth.
Now what am I gonna do?" Tim fretted.

   At lunchtime, Ray Meeks made it a point to seek Tim out.  "Hey Dude!"
Ray said, sauntering up to Tim.  Tim loved it when Ray called him "Dude".

   "Hi, Ray," Tim responded dejectedly.

   "Hey, Dude, don't look so down," Ray said with a big smile.  "Have a
seat for a minute.  Ole' Ray's got an idea." Tim smiled shyly and did as
the older boy asked.

   Ray sat beside Tim at the lunch table, then leaned closer and whispered
conspiratorially.  "Didn't you tell me that you took some pictures of you
and that kid sister of yours, Dude?"

   Tim sat for a moment without answering.  He didn't think he was going to
like what Ray was about to suggest.  Finally he stammered, "Well, yeah,
Ray. A few.  Why?"

   "Well duh, Dude!" Ray answered.  "You can use those pictures to get your
sister to cooperate.  Just tell her you're going to show 'em around school
unless she plays along.  Ya dig?"

   Tim was really uncomfortable with Ray's idea.  "I don't know, Ray," he
responded after a moment in too whiney a voice.  "Amanda's already super
pissed off at me.  If I try something like this, she'll really be mad."

   "So, Dude.  What's she gonna do?  We're the ones with the photos, right?
I'll betcha anything she won't want any of her little girlfriends to see
those pictures."

   Tim sat, listening in silence to the older boy.

   "Trust me, Dude," Ray said at last.  Then he stood up and slapped Tim on
the shoulder.  "Tomorrow's Saturday.  You tell your sister, I want to see
her tomorrow morning.  I'll be over around ten o'clock." Then without
waiting for an answer from Tim, Ray turned and strode off into the busy
lunchtime cafeteria crowd.

   "Come on, Amanda.  What's the difference whether it's me or Ray or
anybody.  It's all the same stuff," Tim pleaded in an effort to convince
his irate younger sister.  He hadn't played his "trump card" yet, nor had
he told her that Ray would be over tomorrow no matter what she said.

   "No way, Tim," Amanda said.  "I won't do it.  And as a matter of fact, I
think it's time you and I quit all that stuff too.  It was OK when we were
kids, but it's starting to feel kinda weird.  And besides, I can't trust
you anymore."

   There was no doubt in Tim's mind that she meant business.  He stood
quietly while Amanda finished her mini-tirade about his inability to keep a
secret and how he'd betrayed her.  The longer Tim listened the more upset
he became both with himself, and then eventually with Amanda.  "Sure, he'd
told Ray about their games, but what the heck.  Now she wanted to cut him
off too." Tim was lost in thought and therefore didn't notice that Amanda
had finished and was waiting for a response from him.  Tim decided to "go
for broke".

   "I think you should reconsider, Amanda," he led off quietly, not wishing
to issue his ultimatum right away.

   Amanda wasn't going to budge.  Placing her hands on her hips, the young
girl, said, "I said, no way, Tim.  Now let's drop it.  I've got stuff to
do. I'll see you later." She turned to leave.

   Tim took a deep breath.  "Amanda, you know I've got a bunch of pictures
of you doing stuff that 'nice' girls shouldn't be doing." Tim's heartbeat
increased noticeably as the atmosphere in the room instantly became very
heavy.

   Amanda froze in mid-stride.  Several moments passed before she slowly
turned to face her older brother.  "What did you say?" she asked.

   Tim felt his resolve begin to slip under his sister's withering gaze. 
Then, summoning his courage he said to Amanda with surprising authority, "I
said, Amanda that I have a lot of pictures of you doing some pretty
compromising stuff.  I don't think it would go well for you if anyone were
to get hold of any of those photos.  What do you think?" Tim struggled to
maintain his composure.  He waited.

   Amanda was a rather mature little girl for her age and wizened beyond
her twelve years.  She was an early bloomer physically as well.  At age
ten, she'd begun to shed her baby fat and develop those enticing curves
that tended to attract both men and boys alike.  Amanda was keenly aware of
the developing entourage of young boys who followed her around, but she
really wasn't interested in experimented with "the unknown".  She had no
need.  Amanda sensed she had the perfect avenue for experimentation in her
brother, Tim.

   Amanda's curiosity and eventual appetite for things sexual had become a
big part of her conscious thoughts at a surprisingly early age.  From
childish "show me" type games, Amanda's exploits with her older brother
rapidly escalated to a higher level.  Timmy was playful and curious, and in
no way aggressive.  Amanda's maturing femininity began to respond with
surprising intensity to Tim's touch, especially after she began to
menstruate just three weeks ago.  Amanda enjoyed her brother's attentions
and felt secure in the knowledge that she was in control of the evolution
of their encounters, at least until now.

   Amanda was speechless as she stood staring at her brother.  Her mind
raced, and she felt bewildered and vulnerable.  She became short of breath
as she sensed events in her life begin to spin out of control.  Amanda's
first instinct was to whine, but she knew intuitively that she needed to
regain control of the situation.  Unable to think clearly, Amanda retorted
in growing anger, "You wouldn't dare, Tim!  You're in those pictures too,
you know."

   Having anticipated her reply, Tim quickly responded to his sister, "I
know that, Amanda, but I can 'doctor' the pictures on my PC.  Don't forget,
I took 'em with Dad's digital camera.  And besides, I'm willing to take the
risk of someone seeing them as they are.  Are you?" Tim bluffed.

   Amanda knew that events were rapidly sliding toward chaos, so she
decided to change tacks.  "Please, Tim," she pleaded, moving toward her
brother.  "Don't do this to me.  Don't make me do stuff with Ray.  He's so
creepy.  He scares me, Timmy."

   Tim felt his resolve slipping again.  He didn't want to hurt Amanda, but
Tim doubted that Ray Meeks would accept "no" for an answer.  Tim found
himself in a real quandary.  On the one hand, he desperately wanted to be
accepted by Ray and his 'cool' older friends.  On the other, he was afraid
of what might happen to his younger sister should he turn her over to Ray.

   Tim really did care for Amanda as any brother would.  In addition, there
were those "less than brotherly" feelings that Tim held for her as well. 
In the end, it was those very feelings and the fact that Amanda had
threatened to withhold her favors from him that caused Tim to proceed on a
course that would drastically alter his sister's life.

   While he'd been lost in mental deliberation, Amanda had continued to
plead with her brother.  "I take back everything I said, Tim," she
bargained.  "I'll do anything you want.  Mom and Dad are gone for a week,
and we can really have fun, OK?"

   Tim gazed at his pretty sister who now stood directly in front of him,
so close he could smell her clean, fresh scent.  Suddenly, Amanda smiled
sweetly then reached down with one hand and placed it firmly on Tim's
crotch.  She squeezed gently.

   "Do you want to go to my room, Timmy?" Amanda asked, seeing her
brother's eyes grow wider.

   More than anything, Tim wanted to accompany his willing little sister to
her bedroom, but he'd already made his decision.  Tim, reached slowly for
Amanda's hand.  Taking her by the wrist, he pulled her hand away.  "Maybe
later, Amanda," he said with a smile.  "Right now, I gotta go call Ray."

   Amanda spit in Tim's face, then ran from the room.  Their mutually
consensual, sibling relationship had come to an abrupt end.

   "Hi there, Amanda," Ray said to the pretty, young girl who stood before
him and her older brother in the kitchen.

   Amanda didn't answer.  She was so angry at her brother, Tim she could
barely think, let alone speak to the horrible Ray Meeks.

   "She looks mad, Tim," Ray observed with a wicked little chuckle. 
"Didn't you tell her I'd treat her real nice?" When Tim stood dumbly
without replying, Ray stepped closer to Amanda.  Then placing two fingers
gently beneath her chin, he raised her eyes to his.  "Didn't your brother
tell you I'm gonna be real nice to you, Amanda, baby?"

   Amanda jerked her face aside.  "Don't touch me, Ray Meeks!" she hissed
under her breath.

   "I always knew she was a feisty one, Dude," Ray said, looking in Tim's
direction.  Tim was too embarrassed and ashamed to look Ray in the eye.  He
shrugged his shoulders inanely.  "I like feisty girls," Ray said.  "As long
as they know their place," he then added ominously.

   Amanda shivered even though the kitchen seemed uncomfortably warm and
close.  No matter how much she'd pleaded with Tim not to go through with
this, her brother had invited Ray Meeks over anyway, and using several very
revealing photographs as "leverage", Tim had convinced her to cooperate. 
But that had been yesterday, and now it was Saturday morning, and here was
Ray Meeks standing right in front of her.  He hadn't made any demands upon
her yet, but Amanda knew it was only a matter of time.  She tried to think.
She had to figure a way out of this before things escalated beyond the
point of no return.  "Come on, Ray, Tim," Amanda said in as casual a tone
of voice as she could muster under the circumstances.  "You guys don't
really want to do this.  We could all get into pretty bad trouble if we get
caught.  What happens if Mom and Dad come home early, Tim?  Did you think
about that?"

   Again Tim remained silent.  It was Ray Meeks who immediately spoke up.
"Now don't you worry your pretty little head, Amanda, honey.  Nobody's
gonna get caught, and nobody's gonna find out," Ray said as he put an arm
around the anxious young girl.  Amanda squirmed, but he held onto her. 
"Tim here tells me your folks are out of town for a few days, so I wouldn't
worry about them.  Why don't you just calm down, and we'll have some fun.
From what your brother tells me, you already know some pretty interesting
games." Again the wicked chuckle.  "Let's go into the livingroom where we
can get more comfortable.  Wadaya say?" Without waiting for a reply from
either Amanda or Tim, Ray Meeks took the young girl by the wrist and led
her through the door.  "Which way to the livingroom, Dude?" Ray called back
over his shoulder, pulling Amanda along in tow.

   Tim who followed along behind Ray and his weakly struggling sister,
finally found his voice.  "It's at the end of the hall on the right, Ray."

   Amanda turned to Tim crying, "Are you crazy, Tim?  Are you gonna let Ray
Meeks hurt me?  I'm your sister, Tim!" she shouted in anger and
frustration.

   Tim felt terrible, but knew there was no way he could hope to intervene
at this stage of the game.  He just hoped that Ray would be gentle with
Amanda like he'd promised he would.

   "In here, sweetheart," Ray said, pulling Amanda through the livingroom
door.  He spun her around to face himself.  Holding Amanda by her
shoulders, Ray said, "I promised your brother that I wouldn't hurt you,
Amanda."

   "Let go of me, Ray," Amanda hissed as she tried to struggle free of his
grasp.

   Ignoring Amanda's protests, Ray continued in a calm voice, "Like I said,
Amanda, I promised your brother that no harm would come to you, but I
expect for you to cooperate and play along." When Amanda continued to
squirm in his hands, Ray suddenly shook her quite hard.  "Listen to me,
Amanda and quit your squirming!" Ray pulled Amanda's face so close to his
that their noses practically touched.  Amanda froze momentarily.  "The only
squirming I want to see you do is to squirm out of those jeans of yours
right now." Then he pushed the stunned young girl away from him.

   Amanda stumbled against a nearby ottoman and almost fell.  Catching her
balance at the last minute, Amanda stared first at Ray Meeks then at her
big brother, Tim.  Her expression was that of a deer caught in the
headlights of an oncoming truck.  It quickly became obvious to Amanda that
Tim would do nothing on her behalf.  Then came the suspicion that there was
no way out of this mess, and that she was going to have to cooperate.  "To
a degree," Amanda thought to herself as she stood up straight and gazed at
her brother and his new friend.

   Looking Ray directly in the eye, young Amanda Banning mustered her
courage.  "OK, Ray," she said with as much composure as she could manage.
"I'll go along with your game.  I can see my brother isn't going to help
me." She shot Tim and icy stare.  Tim looked at his feet.  Looking back at
Ray, Amanda tugged the bottom of her T-shirt out of her jeans.

   "Now we're gettin' some place," Ray said with a big grin.  Then he took
a seat on the ottoman just a few feet from where Amanda stood.

   "Why don't you sit on the couch and get comfortable, Ray," Amanda
suggested, not wanting the wicked teenager so close to her.

   "No, that's OK, baby.  I want to sit close so I won't miss anything. 
Your big brother can sit back there.  He tells me he's seen everything
already anyway." Ray grinned up at the anxious girl.  "Go on, sweetheart.
Don't let me disturb ya.  Take those clothes off so Ray can see how pretty
you are."

   Amanda was mortified.  Not for the last time, she shot her brother, who
sat silently on the sofa, a withering frown.  Then she quickly tugged her
T-shirt over her head and dropped it onto the floor at her feet.  In spite
of herself, Amanda felt just the tiniest tingle of excitement when she saw
how Ray Meeks looked at her.

   Amanda was indeed an attractive young lady for her age.  Her skin was
smooth and blemish free.  As stated earlier, Amanda was an early bloomer
and already possessed the swells and curves of a more mature woman only on
a smaller scale.  Ray let his eyes roam freely over Amanda's upper body
taking in every square inch of perfection right down to the little
brassiere she wore.  Judging from the size of the small garment Ray figured
Amanda didn't have much that really required support.

   At almost seventeen years of age, Ray hadn't been with many women, but
the ones who had let him close to them had been a good bit older than Tim's
sister.  Ray felt his mouth go dry as he gazed at the small but exquisite
body of the semi-naked girl before him.  Ray fully intended to have Amanda
Banning in spite of her youthfulness.  The stories that her trusting
brother Tim had told him had excited Ray greatly.  He finally spoke up in a
slightly hoarse voice.  "The jeans next, Amanda.  Let's go, girl.  We've
got a lot to do today, you and me."

   Amanda didn't like the sound of that, and her expression revealed her
uneasiness as she slowly started to unfasten the top button of her Levi
Button Down jeans.  Taking a deep breath, she popped the button loose. 
"Easy, Amanda," she said to herself.  "You've done this before.  It's no
big deal," she rationalized.  "It's just Tim," she thought.  Then, "And
Ray," she rolled her eyes mentally and felt slightly sick.  "No one's gonna
find out, and nothing weird's gonna happen." She undid the second button.
Amanda wasn't stupid.  She knew that if she wasn't careful, she could end
up in real trouble.  On the other hand, she also knew that there was no
sense in postponing the inevitable.  Like a dive into cold water, Amanda
took the plunge.  With an unintentional but very sexy wriggle of her
shapely little hips, Amanda shucked her tight blue jeans.  Then, with a
kick of her left foot, the Levis joined her T-shirt on the floor.

   Ray Meeks was beside himself.  Turning toward Tim, he said, "Dude, you
were right on!  Your sister's a real looker!" He turned back to Amanda in
time to catch her blushing.  Then much to the young girl's dismay, Ray got
up from his seat and moved toward her.

   Amanda quickly recoiled from the older boy.  Wearing only bra and
panties, Amanda tried to cover herself with her hands as she turned quickly
away from Ray.  Ray, however would have none of that.  Taking her by the
shoulders, Ray spun Amanda around.  Then he took her by the chin and made
her look up at him.  "Don't run away from me, baby.  You're so pretty,
Amanda.  It's no wonder your brother didn't want to share you." Before
Amanda could say a word, Ray turned her around so she faced her brother on
the couch.  "Now you just hold real still, Amanda.  We wanna see your
little titties.  Don't we Tim."

   Before Amanda could even think to object, Ray dropped his hands behind
her and went to work on the small clasps of her bra.  Amanda turned bright
red as she faced her older brother.  She'd never been undressed before. 
Sure, she'd stripped for Tim many times, but this was entirely different.
She felt so helpless.  Again that unbidden excitement crept into the back
of Amanda's mind when Ray with surprising gentleness slipped the thin
straps of her brassiere over her shoulders.  Amanda unconsciously
cooperated by positioning her arms so the small garment could fall
unobstructed to the floor.

   Then it happened.  Without warning, Ray slid his hands up under Amanda's
arms.  With both hands, he cupped her small, developing breast cones.

   Caught completely off guard, Amanda gasped then tried to get away.  "Let
go of me, Ray!"

   Ray, of course, ignored her.  Holding Amanda effortlessly in his arms,
he began to fumble with the soft little mounds of female flesh beneath his
rough hands.

   Amanda squirmed and whined.  "Stoppppp, Ray.  Donnnnn't....!"

   "Hush, baby.  You know you like it," Ray breathed from just behind
Amanda's right ear.  He pinched her tiny nipple buds in his fingers. 
Amanda moaned pitifully.

   "Don't hurt her, Ray.  You promised, you know," Tim said lamely from the
sofa as he watched the older boy handle his kid sister.

   "I'm not hurtin' her, Dude," Ray said gruffly.  "Hell, she likes it.  I
can tell.  She's got such nice little titties.  Don't you, baby." He kissed
Amanda on the side of her neck, then nibbled her shoulder.  Amanda began to
tremble in his arms.  One of Ray's hands slid downward, all but covering
her flat tummy.  Pressing firmly against her belly, Ray pulled Amanda back
against himself.

   Amanda struggled weakly as she felt his body press against her backside.
She could feel his hardness pressing into the small of her back.  Although
Amanda was quite distressed over the situation she was in, a part of her
almost fancied the exhilaration and suspense of being "taken".  It was that
part of Amanda Banning that would plague her for the rest of her life. 
Amanda was beginning to receive some rather conflicting and confusing
signals from her maturing womanhood.  Signals that clashed with all she'd
been taught up to this point in her adolescence.

   Just then, Ray turned Amanda to face him and without warning, bent and
kissed her firmly on the mouth.  Not expecting this bold frontal assault,
Amanda quickly found Ray's tongue inside her mouth exploring the backs of
her teeth and the inside of her lips.  Ray moved quickly.  He knew his prey
was confused and stunned.  She was so small in his arms.  So light and
fresh.  At first Ray thought he was imagining things when he felt Amanda's
tongue touch his.  It was very tentative at first, but Ray was certain the
young girl had made a move of her own.  Quickly he slipped his hand into
the back of Amanda's panties and cupped one of her small, firm buttocks. 
Her skin was so soft and smooth and warm.  Ray kissed Amanda hard while he
held her small butt in his hand, pressing the trembling young girl against
his body.

   Tim was beginning to get quite uncomfortable and was having a difficult
time watching Ray have his way with Amanda.  Part of his feelings resulted
from his own longings for her which had become a source of both
embarrassment and frustration for Tim.  Especially with Ray in the loop
now. To a degree, Ray Meeks held both his and Amanda's fate in his hands,
so to speak.  He was the only person to know of their incestuous
relationship and therefore was in a position to dictate policy.  Not for
the last time Tim wished he'd kept his big mouth shut.  Then he heard Ray
mutter something.

   "Well, Dude," Ray said turning Amanda to face her brother again.  "I
think Amanda and I could use a little privacy.  You understand, don't ya,
Dude?" Ray winked lewdly in Tim's direction.  Surprisingly, Amanda said
nothing at all.  When Tim looked at her he noticed the soft skin of her
chest and shoulders and neck was flushed a deep, cherry red.  Amanda wore a
kind of blank look on her face as she allowed Ray to hug her from behind.

   "I don't know, Ray," Tim said starting to object, but Ray cut him off.

   "Where's your parents' bedroom, Amanda, baby?  We need some room to
play."

   "Wait a minute, Ray," Tim said getting up from the sofa.  "What are you
gonna do to my sister?" He moved toward the couple.

   "Anything she wants, Tim.  And everything she needs," Ray said flatly.
"Now you just sit back down there and relax.  We'll be out after awhile. 
Where's that bedroom sweetheart?" Ray asked Amanda again.  In her woozy
state of mind, Amanda simply nodded in the direction of the hall.  "That's
my girl.  Let's go have us some fun.  You wait right here Tim and don't
even think about barging in on us.  Ya hear me, Dude," Ray said in a
distinctly threatening tone of voice.

   Tim felt helpless and stupid as he watched the older boy lead his kid
sister away down the hall.  She was so small by comparison to Ray, and Tim
admired Amanda's pert little butt as it swayed slowly beneath her tiny pink
panties.  Little did Tim know that the next time he saw Amanda, she would
be a changed girl.

   Tim heard the door to his parents' bedroom close with a familiar "thud".
He returned to the couch, and for awhile he sat staring out of the front
window at the quite Saturday morning scene in their suburban neighborhood.
Then he heard a dull thump.  Tim tried to ignore it, but it was soon
followed by another.  Eventually, his curiosity spurred Tim to get up and
creep down the hall toward the door to his parents' bedroom.  As he drew
closer, Tim could hear muffled voices, but he couldn't make out any words.
Then suddenly, while Tim Banning crouched in front of his parents' bedroom
door, there came a single piercing shriek followed by silence.  It was all
Tim could do to keep himself from opening the door and going in, but he was
afraid of what Ray might do to him and of what he might see.  Then it
started.  Slowly at first then with increasing tempo Tim heard a sound he'd
heard on several occasions when he'd passed his parents' room on his way to
the kitchen for a late night snack.  The sound was, Tim would later learn,
that of the headboard of his parents' king sized bed bumping against the
wall.  Tim struggled with himself, standing there with his hand on the door
knob as the bumping sound continued on and on.  Placing his ear to the
door, Tim thought he could hear odd rhythmic gruntings and gaspings, but
there were no further cries like the one he'd heard earlier.

   That morning while her big brother stood listening outside of the door
and just three weeks before her thirteenth birthday, Amanda Banning became
a woman at the hands of Ray Meeks.

   Tim eventually got tired of listening to the proceedings behind his
parents' bedroom door and retired to the kitchen where he sat alone
considering his immediate future.  In particular, his future with respect
to his younger sister.  The hours seemed to crawl by.  It seemed like ages
ago that Ray had taken Amanda into the bedroom.  Tim flipped on the
portable TV on the kitchen counter and began to channel surf.  Finally he
lighted on an old John Wayne, World War II movie.

   Amazingly, the movie was drawing to a close when Tim heard a stirring
from the hallway.  He'd lost track of time, but it had to have been almost
two hours since he'd last seen his kid sister.  Suddenly there she was,
standing in the kitchen doorway.  Ray Meeks appeared behind her and leaned
a hand against the door frame, smiling.  Tim saw Amanda in a new light that
morning.  Never before had he seen that particular expression that now
graced her pretty features as Ray leaned down and kissed her on the top of
her head.

   Amanda had thrown a robe on, but the collar was open revealing part of
her neck and chest which appeared to be flushed a rosy shade of pink.  Her
shoulder length auburn hair was tousled and loose.  Her mouth seemed more
"pouty" that usual, and her cheeks were puffy and flushed.  It was Amanda's
eyes that truly caught Tim's attention, however.  In their soft, brown
depths was an unusual sultry warmth, a moist, smouldering glow.  What Tim
saw in his kid sister's eyes that morning was that "freshly fucked" look.
That look of satisfaction and fulfillment practically at the cellular
level. It was nothing short of stunning on one so young.

   "Your little sister is one hot, little lady, Dude," Ray said with a big
grin.  "As a matter of fact she ain't such a little girl anymore.  Are you
Amanda, sweetheart?" Amanda turned quickly and gave Ray a pleading look. 
Ray spoke to Tim but smiled directly at the anxious young girl.  Amanda
then said something to Ray in a hissing whisper, that Tim couldn't quite
make out.  He noticed that his kid sister had become suddenly very tense.
Her small hands were balled into fists at her sides.  Ray continued,
ignoring Amanda's appeals and impotent warnings.  "For such a young thing,
your sister sure knows her stuff.  It took was a little coaxing right at
first, but after a few minutes all I had to do was lay back and let Amanda
do all the fuckin'." Ray laughed at the mortified expression on the young
girl's face.

   "You promised, Ray!" Amanda suddenly burst out loudly, and stamping her
foot in anger.

   "What's wrong, baby?  Don't you want your big brother to know that you
lost your cherry?  He's bound to find out sooner or later as close as you
two are." Ray shot Amanda a knowing look.  Then turning to Tim he said
casually, "I popped your kid sister's cherry this morning, Dude.  I hope
you don't mind.  I know she didn't mind, did you baby." Ray stepped up
beside the irate twelve year old, put his arm around her shoulders and gave
her a playful hug.  "Nope, Amanda didn't mind one bit.  She was mighty
tight at first, but she ended up takin' my whole big dick." Amanda turned
away from her brother's shocked stare, utterly ashamed.  "Yes sir, and did
she ever learn quick.  Amanda's a real natural, Dude.  She handles a cock
like she's been doin' it for years." Ray grinned wickedly, looking from
brother to sister then back.

   Tim was in shock.  He couldn't believe that Ray would actually...  "you
know" with Amanda.  He'd figured Ray was maybe gonna play around with her a
little, like Tim did.  He thought his sister was too young for "the other
thing".  Tim stared pointedly at Amanda, but she refused to look at him. 
She stood, head down beside Ray Meeks in the kitchen doorway looking
thoroughly despondent.  At last Tim spoke up in a concerned tone of voice,
"Amanda, are you OK?" His sister remained silent, staring at her feet.  Tim
couldn't tell if she was crying or what.  "Amanda?" Tim said again.

   "Hell, she's just fine," Ray Meeks spoke up.  "Aren't you, Amanda, baby?
Ole' Ray made you feel real good, didn't I?" He hugged the young girl again
playfully.

   Shrugging from under Ray's arm, Amanda turned and spat, "Screw you, Ray
Meeks!" she shouted.  "You promised you wouldn't tell anyone if I let you
do that...  that...  you know." Amanda was livid.  "And what do you do? 
You tell my brother first thing." Ray shrank back in a mock retreat as
Amanda turned to Tim.  "And what do you care what he did to me, Timmy. 
You're the one who made me see him, you know.  It's all your fault, Tim. 
I'll never forgive you for this.  Never!" Amanda hugged herself and turned
away.

   "Hey, come on, baby.  Don't be mad," Ray said with a chuckle.

   "Just go to hell, Ray!" Amanda said, staring at her feet.  "And you go
to hell too, Timmy," she shouted just before she turned and forced her way
past Ray, leaving the two boys looking at each other as her footsteps faded
down the hall.

   Amanda burst into her bedroom, slammed the door behind her and fell onto
the bed.  She was surprised that she didn't feel at all like crying.  She
was too angry and confused.  She was hurt by her brother's betrayal and
angry at Ray Meeks for taking advantage of her.  But worst of all, Amanda
was very confused by some of the things she'd felt while in her parents'
bed with Ray, and that angered her as well.  Ray Meeks had indeed hurt her
at first.  There was no doubt about that.  "But..." Amanda thought.  "He
warned me before he..." She rolled onto her back and stared up at the
ceiling.  Her tummy hurt and she was so sore...  you know...  down there.

   The soreness called up unbidden memories.  Unconsciously, Amanda's hand
strayed between her legs as she remembered the feeling of Ray inside of
her. At first she'd fought him, and he'd been pretty rough with her.  Then
it had happened.  Amanda still couldn't believe how quickly Ray had taken
her.  There'd been some wrestling while Ray sought to position himself
between her legs.  Amanda had pounded on Ray's back and shoulders with her
fists, but that hadn't deterred him one bit.  Then Amanda'd felt something
smooth and hot pressing against her, and she'd suddenly become still,
tensing up as if she instinctively knew her moment was near.  "Relax,
baby," Ray had whispered hoarsely.  At first Amanda only felt a little
increased pressure as she gazed up at the older boy atop her.  Amanda
distinctly recalled Ray smiling down at her just before the pain hit.

   Fortunately for Amanda, Ray Meeks was not overly well endowed.  As it
was, at only twelve years old, Amanda had a difficult time accepting her
first penis.  There was a period where she felt a sensation of stretching
and tearing.  She gripped Ray's elbows and closed her eyes.

   "Easy, Amanda," Ray murmured in a strained voice.  "That's my girl,
we're almost in."

   Then came a sharp and intense pain.  Amanda had shrieked, she recalled,
more from the shock than from the actual pain which was surprisingly short
lived.  Ray had grunted and huffed as he worked hard to force his manhood
into the very tight confines of Amanda Banning.  After pulling back
slightly a couple of times, Ray at last managed to fully engage Amanda.

   One her own bed, Amanda pressed her thighs tightly together around her
hand.  She thought about the heat and the fullness, and how when Ray leaned
forward over her, some part of him rubbed her in that special place.  Now
as it had been then, Amanda's young body was wracked with a sudden
shivering spell.

   Then the pumping had begun.  Ray had been gentle at first, but gradually
he pushed harder and harder and faster and faster, and surprisingly, Amanda
hadn't fought him.  She even remembered struggling to position herself
better so that Ray rubbed against that certain spot.

   There in her own bedroom, Amanda's narrow hips moved slowly as she
remembered how breathless she'd been.  Then Ray Meeks had started talking
to her.  "That's right, Amanda.  Fuck me," he'd said gruffly.  "Fuck me
hard, Amanda.  You know you want to.  You know you love it, Amanda.  Fuck
me, baby.  Fuck me." The words had shocked and appalled the young girl at
first, but then...

   Amanda unconsciously went on rubbing herself as she recalled how she'd
responded.  To her never ending astonishment, Amanda had actually raised
her slim hips up off the mattress to meet him.  "Uh huh," she'd panted over
and over.  Then Ray was kissing her face and pinching her breasts and
humping her harder and faster.  Amanda rolled onto her side as she recalled
how the morning light filtering into the windows of her parents' bedroom
had suddenly seemed brighter.  Amanda vaguely remembered next experiencing
a strange and somehow scarey glowing sensation which had started in her
tummy and quickly spread throughout her entire body.  She recalled Ray
grunting something about cumming, or something like that, then Amanda's
world had exploded.

   Amanda squeezed her hand against herself and clamped her thighs
together. It hurt a little.  She was still pretty sore.  She curled her
knees up to her chest and closed her eyes.  Amanda remembered.  She
remembered wet.  She remembered warm.  She remembered sparks and pressure
and slippery and a hot, wet fire in her belly.  A sizzling sense of wonder
had swept over her, carrying her away like a cork caught in a swift
current.

   Amanda Banning had cum precisely at the same moment as her first lover.
Was it an omen?  Amanda would never know.  At the time, she hadn't even
known what was happening to her.  She'd heard about orgasms, but had no
idea what they were really all about.  Amanda also didn't know about semen.
It wasn't until Ray had rolled off of her that she'd felt something cool
dribbling down her inner thigh.  Reaching between her legs, Amanda's hand
had come away wet and sticky.  Ray had to explain to her what the stuff
was. He didn't bother to tell her about what can happen when little boys
cum inside of little girls.  Amanda would find that out later on.

   Lying there on her bed the confused twelve year old came to the
conclusion that even though her brother had betrayed her trust, she'd had
kind of had a good time with Ray.  "I must have liked it some," Amanda
thought to herself.  Then she sighed and sat up.  She and Ray had done it
three times that morning.

   After getting herself together, Amanda dressed and made her way down to
the kitchen.  To her surprise Ray Meeks was still there sitting at the
kitchen table with her brother.

   "Hey, baby," Ray said with a grin.

   "Hi, Ray," Amanda replied meekly.

   "Are you still mad at me, Amanda?" Ray asked after a minute of silence.

   Amanda stood quietly for a moment as if lost in thought, then sighed. 
"I...  I guess not." She hooked a finger between white teeth, gazed down at
the floor at her feet and twisted her body slowly back and forth shyly the
way little girls will often do when they are trying to be coy.

   "And how 'bout me," Tim piped up.  "Are you still angry at me, Amanda?"
her big brother asked a little sheepishly.

   "I don't know, Tim," Amanda said looking up at her brother.  "You broke
your promise.  Even though..." Amanda quickly clamped a hand over her
mouth. Was she blushing?

   "Even though, what?" Amanda, baby?  Ray prompted, smiling at Tim and
raising his eyebrows.

   Amanda was clearly agitated by his question.  She squirmed nervously
there in the doorway.  She stared hard at the kitchen floor, unwilling to
answer.

   "Even though you liked it, right?" Ray then offered after a brief period
of awkward silence.  A knowing grin spread across his face as he leered at
the young girl standing in the kitchen doorway.  Amanda remained silent. 
"You liked what we did.  Didn't you, Amanda?" Ray prompted again.  "It's
OK, baby.  Little girls are supposed to like lovin' little boys," Ray
explained.  He got up from the table and moved toward her.

   At first she shied away, but then Amanda allowed Ray to put his arms
around her and hold her close.  While the older boy hugged his kid sister
there in the kitchen that morning, Tim noticed first how small Amanda was.
Her head came to just below Rays shoulders.  Her small arms seemed so thin
and frail as she wrapped them around Rays waist.  Tim also noticed just how
nicely his kid sister was shaped.  Tim gazed at the sweet curve of Amanda's
perfect little butt beneath her bathrobe.  Below its terry cloth hem
Amanda's small but exquisitely shaped, long legs were tantalizingly
visible. Tim remarked to himself while watching Amanda in the arms of Ray
Meeks, just how much his kid sister had grown up recently.

   Amanda Banning had certainly grown up that morning.  There was no
arguing that fact.

   While Tim sat momentarily lost in thought, Ray began to kiss Amanda
rather passionately.  Pausing briefly, the older boy asked his young lover,
"You wanna go back to your parents' room, baby?"

   "Uh uh," Amanda replied quickly.  "I'm kind of sore." She pulled away
from Ray, looking rather embarrassed.

   "Hey, it's OK, baby," Ray said.  "I understand.  Your first time and
all." Ray tried to raise Amanda's eyes to his with a gentle hand beneath
her chin, but she shrugged away.

   Amanda was still one very confused little girl.  She struggled between
the perplexing messages she received from her budding sexuality and the
jabs of her conscience.  "Good girls don't do things like that," her
mother's voice echoed in her mind.  She hated Ray Meeks and at the same
time she felt she wanted to see him again.  He'd made her feel special, and
Amanda realized she liked that special feeling.  A lot!

   "Maybe tomorrow," Ray said.

   Amanda had been so lost in her own thoughts, she'd barely heard what Ray
said.

   "I'll come by tomorrow and we'll have some more fun.  I know some other
stuff you'll like, Amanda," Ray said, smiling deviously.

   Amanda looked first from Ray and then to her brother Tim.  Then looking
back at Ray, she said anxiously, "I..  I dunno, Ray.  I gotta think about
it, OK?"

   "Think about it?" Ray said.  "Think about it?  What's there to think
about?" Amanda was beginning to feel the web closing.  "You just rest up,
Amanda.  Maybe take a hot bath, 'cause ole' Ray's comin' to visit you
tomorrow, and we're gonna have a good ole' time.  Maybe we'll even let your
brother watch," he added.

   Amanda's heart leapt to her throat.  "What?  No way, Ray!  I mean, come
on.  Please," she pleaded.

   Ray laughed at the distraught little girl.  "Easy, baby," he said at
last.  "I'm just kidding, OK.  Just relax."

   Amanda sighed noticeably.  The last thing she wanted was for her kid
brother to see her doing...  "the you know".  "I mean sure, she and Timmy
had fooled around some.  A lot, really, but this was different," Amanda
thought to herself.  She didn't want anyone to know about this.

   Ray turned to Tim.  "Well, Dude," he said.  "It's been a real fun time
getting to know your sister.  "I'll be back.  You can bet on that.  Amanda
and I are gonna be seein' a lot of each other, aren't we, baby?" he turned
to Amanda and smiled.

   Amanda at first gave the older boy a pleading look then gazed resignedly
at the floor.

   "Sorry to horn in on your action, there, Dude, but your little sister's
just too hot.  I know you won't mind sharing a little, right." Ray gave Tim
a sharp threatening look.

   "I...  I..." Tim stammered.  "Sure, Ray.  Whatever you say," he said at
last joining his sister in studying the linoleum floor.

   "Good.  I thought so," Ray snickered as he turned to leave.

   Just then Amanda ran to him and took hold of his elbow.  Then, looking
up at Ray Meeks with an imploring gaze, Amanda Banning initiated a pattern
of contract and betrayal that would remain an integral part of her life for
many years to come.  "Please don't tell anyone about what we did this
morning, Ray.  Please," Amanda begged.  "I'd just die if any of my friends
knew." Ray remained silent.  "I'll do anything you want, but just promise
me you won't breathe of word of this to anybody, OK?"

   After a minute, Ray smiled condescendingly down at Amanda then placed
his hand on her cheek.  "Sure, baby," he said.  "I won't tell.  Not to
worry." Having said that, Ray dropped his hand and made his exit.

   Ray had returned the following day in the early afternoon and had spent
several hours behind closed doors with Amanda while Tim was left to himself
again.  More than once he'd crept close to the bedroom door to listen to
the proceedings within.  The sounds he'd heard, however, left Tim feeling
frustrated and unhappy.  When at last the two lovers had emerged from their
place of secluded revelry, Ray had left the house without so much as a word
to Tim.  Amanda too had ignored him, retiring to her own bedroom and
shutting the door.

   "Amanda," Tim called softly after knocking on the door.  "Amanda?"

   The door opened after a moment, and Amanda stood before him blocking
passage into her bedroom.

   "Can I come in?" Tim asked sheepishly.

   "I don't think you should, Tim," Amanda said after a minute's thought.
Then seeing the odd, slightly pained expression on her big brother's face,
she added.  "I think you'd better go, Tim." She backed away and started to
close the door.

   "Wait!" Tim said hastily, putting his hand on the door.  "What about us,
Amanda?" he asked.  "What about the fun we used to have together.  You
know," Tim added ineffectually.

   Amanda stared evenly at her big brother for a minute before responding.
"I told you, Tim.  That's over.  It was fun, but it's over," she stated
unequivocally.  Tim gazed at her in silent resignation for a long time
before at last Amanda said, "Now go on, Tim.  Go watch TV or something. 
I'm tired." Amanda shut the door.

   Now it was Tim's turn to plead.  "Come on, Ray, just let me come in and
watch.  That's all I want.  I know you can get her to let me if you ask her
right.  You know, mention my pictures, maybe?" Tim offered.

   "I dunno, Dude," Amanda's pretty dead set against having anything else
to do with her big brother." He smiled at the discouraged younger boy.  "I
don't think she's ever really forgiven you for telling on her, even to me."
He sat with Tim at the lunch table where this whole affair had begun just a
few short days ago.  Ray remained silent for a moment, letting Tim
perspire. Then he spoke up.  "When are your folks getting home again? 
Three days or four?  My how time flies when you're havin' a good time," he
chuckled spitefully.  "I sure hate to see them come home and spoil things.
I was just gettin' used to spending quality time with Amanda."

   Against Tim's wishes, Ray had invited himself over and spent the last
two nights with Amanda.  All night!  The two lovers had moved around a lot,
but at one point had settled into Amanda's bedroom.  Tim hadn't gotten much
sleep that night since his room and that of his kid sister shared a common,
a rather thin wall.

   Tim sat dejectedly while Ray went on.  Then suddenly he heard the older
boy say, "Actually, Tim, we might be able to arrange something.  You've got
one of those minicams for your computer, don't you?"

   Tim nodded excitedly in anticipation of whatever Ray was planning as
long as there was the remotest possibility that it might involve him. 
Since the beginning of Ray's relationship with his sister, Tim found he
missed Amanda mightily.  Actually "missed" was far to light a term for what
Tim actually felt.  "Craved" would probably better describe Tim's incessant
longings for his sister's company.  Tim couldn't get Amanda out of his
mind. He'd become obsessed.  Just that morning he'd masturbated while
gazing at some old pictures of Amanda and him during the more active phase
of their sibling relationship.  Tim wanted Amanda any way he could get her.
If he had to settle for voyeurism, then so be it.  Tim was willing.

   "Good," Ray said continuing with his plans.  "Do you think you can hook
it up in say, your parents' bedroom?" He smiled knowingly at Tim.

   "You bet, Ray," Tim said with a big grin.  "Sure I can."

   "Good.  That's real good, Dude.  You go ahead and do just that.  I think
I'd like to get a few things 'on tape' between your sister and me to use as
a little 'leverage'.  If you know what I mean." Again the perverted grin.

   Tim only nodded dumbly.

   "I've got a little suggestion for Amanda that she might not want to
agree to right at first.  You know how she is about keeping promises," Ray
said deviously.

   "What do you mean, Ray?" Tim asked, not liking the sound Ray's
insinuations.  "What are you gonna do?"

   "Now don't you worry about that, Dude.  That's between me and your
sister.  If you wanna help, then you just set up that camera, and maybe
I'll let you watch.  Otherwise, don't go asking a bunch of questions. 
Understand?"

   Tim knew from the tone of Ray's voice that there was little room for
negotiation.  If he wanted to look in on his kid sister's love life, then
he would have to do things Ray's way, or else.

   Setting up the tiny camera had been child's play.  Tim had skillfully
concealed it behind the odds and ends that cluttered his mother's dressing
table where the small wide angle lens could have and unobstructed view of
the big, king-sized bed against the wall.  He'd told Ray where the camera
was hidden just in case Amanda grew suspicious for some reason, but as it
turned out, Tim's worries were unwarranted.

   Ray showed up as planned after school on Wednesday afternoon.  When
Amanda arrived home from swimming practice, he and Tim were waiting. 
Amanda was given time to shower, etc, then she and Ray retired into her
parents' bedroom for some "afternoon delights".  As soon as the door
closed, Tim dashed for his own room where his computer sat at the ready. 
For the next two hours Tim sat enthralled as he watched Ray with Amanda on
his big seventeen inch, high-res monitor.  It was as close to "being there"
as one could get, and Tim suspected that it was as close as he would ever
get ever again.

   Tim had seen several "X" rated films, but it was a lot different
watching his sister on the screen, and in real time.  Tim zoomed in on
Amanda while she undressed for Ray who sat on the edge of the bed still
fully clothed.  Tim's hand strayed to his crotch when at last the lovely
twelve year old stood naked and willing before her older lover.  Tim took
in every curve from the erect little nipples to the enticing, barely
discernable tuft of light brown wisps between Amanda's slim thighs.  While
Tim watched, Amanda turned away briefly displaying her shapely little
bottom for her older brother.  Then she knelt on the plush carpet in front
of Ray Meeks.  Amanda smiled submissively up at Ray, waiting.

   "Go ahead," Tim heard the older boy say to his sister.

   While he watched Amanda unfasten Ray's trousers then unzipped his fly,
Tim's thoughts strayed momentarily to a happier time.  Tim remembered how
warm Amanda's hand had felt on his own penis when she'd held him.  As he
gazed at the computer monitor, Amanda leaned forward and took Ray into her
mouth.  "How wonderful her lips had felt around his own hard cock," Tim
recalled.  "How wet and warm her sweet mouth had been." Amanda's head began
to bob slowly up and down in Ray's lap.  The older boy placed a guiding
hand on the back of her head.  Ray moaned with pleasure as his experienced
twelve year lover administered to him.  Tim almost came in his pants.

   Ray managed to control himself, and after several minutes of oral
pleasure, he told Amanda to stop.  The pretty pre-teen sat back on her
haunches at his feet like an obedient puppy.  "I'm gonna fuck you now,
Amanda," Ray said casually to the young girl.  Tim's heart rate increased
dramatically.  Amanda smiled demurely and nodded her consent.  Then while
Ray Meeks stood and began to undress, Amanda climbed up onto the bed and
rolled onto her back.  Tim feasted his eyes on his sister.  Her flat tummy,
her shapely thighs.  Her small but exquisitely firm breasts which remained
pointed even though she lay on her back.  Tim's mouth watered at the
remembrance of the feel of those taught cones beneath his own loving touch.

   "I wanna try something new, baby," Ray suggested once he was undressed.
He stood looking down at the naked youngster on the bed.  Ray's cock stood
erect before him.  Tim felt strangely glad that Ray wasn't very big.  When
Amanda gave Ray a questioning look, the older boy explained.  "I wanna fuck
you from behind again, sweetheart, but this time I wanna do it standing up.
Wadaya think?" Ray asked as he began to stroke himself.  Unconsciously Tim
did the same.

   "I...  I guess so," Amanda said shyly after a minute.  "What do you want
me to do?"

   Ray smiled benevolently at the young girl then said, "Get up and let's
move over here." He stepped toward the dressing table.

   Tim couldn't believe his good fortune.  He wondered if indeed Ray was
doing this for his benefit.  At the moment, however, Tim didn't really care
as he watched his kid sister get up off the bed and walk flirtatiously
toward her mother's dressing table and his all seeing camera.  From Tim's
vantage point, his pretty sister's slim body quickly filled his entire
field of vision.  Tim zoomed out to the widest angle he could achieve from
the small digital camera.  Soon all he could see of Amanda were her tummy
and hips and down to mid-thigh.  Tim gazed dry-mouthed at Amanda's pretty
pubescent womanhood.  Her full labia and the slit between which were
concealed Amanda's succulent inner folds, were plainly visible beneath her
sparse covering of soft pubic fur.  Then Ray stepped up behind Amanda.

   "Bend over, Amanda and put your hands on the edge of the table," Ray
instructed.  He then placed one hand on Amanda's waist and one, Tim
assumed, on her shoulder, although that was out of view, and helped the
young girl to do his bidding.

   Tim found himself holding his breath as Amanda's face come into full
view on his monitor.  She couldn't have been more than two feet away from
the concealed camera, and tim just knew she was going to spot the tiny
lens. He breathed a sigh of relief, however, when after a moment, Amanda
extended her arms, moving slightly farther away from the mini-cam.  Tim's
view of his kid sister now consisted of her pretty face above extended
arms. Amanda's hands were on the very edge of the dressing table, her
shoulders were forward, her elbows locked.  Between and behind her biceps,
Tim saw her small, breast cones pointing down at the floor.  Farther away
from the camera, Tim could make out Amanda's shapely thighs below her tummy
and the small, darker tuft between them.  Ray stepped behind her.

   "That's my girl," Ray muttered from behind the little girl.  "That's
just perfect." Tim could see that Ray had one hand on Amanda's right hip
and the other probably held his penis.  Amanda's face filled the picture.
She looked a little nervous, Tim thought.  Amanda closed her eyes.  "Open
your eyes, baby," Ray quickly instructed.  "I want you to look at me in the
mirror while I make love to you, OK?" Amanda gazed at Ray in the big mirror
at the back of the dressing table and nodded meekly.  Unknowingly Amanda
also gazed directly into the eyes of her older brother.

   "God!  She looks so great like this," Tim thought as he checked his
image recorder.  Tim zoomed in so that Amanda's face filled the entire
screen when he heard Ray ask her if she was ready.

   With an angelic expression of timid anticipation, Amanda Banning gazed
into her brother's eyes.  Her soft fawn-like brown eyes closed momentarily
when she felt Ray place the hot smooth tip of his penis between the cheeks
of her fanny and begin to hunt slowly up and down.

   "Spread your feet apart a little more, Amanda," Tim heard Ray say from
off camera.

   Amanda blushed slightly as she complied with her lover's wishes.  Then
Tim Banning was treated to a sight that few brothers ever get to see. 
While he looked on from only inches away, Amanda's brown eyes grew wide
with a mixture of surprise and wonder.  Tim sat holding his breath, glued
to the computer monitor as an exciting medley of expression played upon the
lovely face of his kid sister.  An ever so brief wince of pain was quickly
followed by an expression of mild astonishment as Amanda exhaled sharply,
puffing out her cheeks in the process.  Then as Ray slowly progressed into
her, Amanda's thoughts turned inward.  Her facial expression revealed her
body's instinctive efforts to arrange itself around his presence. 
"Concentration" would best describe this expression, mixed with a hint of
uncertainty.  Tim could see Amanda's brown eyes focus on the reflection of
her lover in the mirror.  She sought direction.

   "That's it, Amanda," Ray coached from behind.  "We're gonna put it all
up in there this time." Amanda closed her eyes and hung her head between
her shoulders.

   Tim saw her body jerk slightly just before Amanda raised her face
quickly back to the camera.  Ray had jabbed her.  Amanda's pink lips parted
in a soft hissing gasp revealing sparkling white teeth set together in
sudden pain.  Her brown eyes were round and staring.

   "Look at me in the mirror, Amanda," Ray ordered.  He pressed on.

   Tim watched his sister's eyes slowly begin to glaze.  The expression on
her face briefly took on an appearance of apparent resignation before going
altogether blank.  "Ughh!" Amanda grunted softly.

   It only lasted for a second, much like the fabled green flash at sunset,
but what Tim Banning saw on the face of his younger sister was unmistakably
"the inward stare".  The facial expression and luster to the eye that
characterizes the fully involved female at the very moment of total
penetration.  It is at this moment that she is completely centered and
entirely focused.  She is said to be "womb centered".  It is a sight that
few people fully appreciate, and one rarely seen on the face of one's own
sister.

   Tim Banning was fortunate enough not only to witness this spectacle but
also to have the opportunity to record it for posterity's sake.  Ray Meeks
went on to take Amanda to full climax for the benefit of the camera.  Tim
felt like a movie producer as he manipulated the tiny camera, capturing
Amanda's afternoon with Ray in all of its splendor.  But it was the scenes
of Amanda's initial penetration and subsequent total involvement that would
become permanently etched upon the mind of her older brother, Tim.

   They would also become permanently etched upon a CD that Tim would later
write at Ray's request.  Also at Ray's request, Tim would send his kid
sister an e-mail the following day.  Attached to it was an .mpeg file.

   Amanda stared in astonished silence at her laptop computer.  Before her
played approximately thirty seconds of full color images of herself at the
exact moment of full penetration, eyes wide, mouth open, lower lip
quivering noticeably.  There was even a sound clip that captured every gasp
and groan.  "Timmy!" Amanda seethed.  "It had to be Timmy!" It took several
minutes for the shock to wear off, but soon Amanda found herself wondering
aloud.  "Now what?" Then she remembered the e-mail message itself.  As
Amanda read the message, everything became painfully clear.

   "Amanda, we need to talk.  I've got some friends who want to meet you.
I'll be by this afternoon." It was signed simply, "Ray".

   Amanda's blood ran cold as she considered the implications of the
ominous message, and she intuitively knew that she was in serious trouble.

   Ray of course went first while the other two teenage boys waited outside
the door to Amanda's parents' bedroom.  After approximately forty-five
minutes the door opened and Ray ushered the two new comers inside.  On his
computer monitor in his own bedroom, Tim Banning watched the two older boys
walk into the bedroom, guffawing and punching each other playfully.  Then
he panned the camera back to his parents' bed where his sister lay naked
after her first bout with Ray.  She looked so innocent lying there
partially covered by the top sheet, but just moments before, young Amanda
had performed for Ray like the veteran lover she'd become.

   Ray had taken a liking to letting Amanda get on top.  At first, the
young girl had been apprehensive about the new position, but she soon got
used to it.  Much to Ray's satisfaction he found he could simply lie there
with his hands behind his head while the hot little twelve year old worked
herself into a frenzy on his manhood.  Ray had quickly discovered that once
Amanda Banning got going, there was nothing stopping her.  Once she'd
overcome her initial shyness, young Amanda became a very capable lover with
a surprisingly voracious appetite.

   It was this very appetite that had given Ray the idea that perhaps
Amanda would enjoy the company of more than one lover.  It certainly hadn't
been too difficult to recruit volunteers.  Tim, of course, had immediately
stepped forward, but Ray had turned him down even though he knew he could
get Amanda to be with whomever he suggested.  If Ray had anything to do
with it, Tim Banning would never touch his sister again.  As twisted as Ray
Meeks was, he drew the line at incest.  Ever since Tim told him about his
escapades with Amanda, Ray had sought to maneuver the younger boy away from
his sister.  Ray had a bit of a mean streak in him, though, and took great
delight in tormenting Tim by letting him watch.  Ray smiled for Tim's
benefit as he looked in the direction of the video camera mounted in plain
view on a tripod at the foot of the bed.  Amanda had long since resigned
herself to being filmed in the act.

   "Will, Kevin, this is Amanda," Ray said magnanimously.  "Amanda, I'd
like you to meet Kevin and Will." Amanda tugged the sheet up under her chin
as she stared warily at the two boys.  With a chuckle, Ray said, "Amanda's
always a little shy at first, but just give her time.  She'll make it worth
your while, won't you, sweetheart.  Why don't you lose that sheet so Will
and Kevin can have a look at you." Ray reached down and quickly jerked the
top sheet away, totally exposing the blushing girl.

   "Ray!" Amanda whined as she tried to cover her nakedness with her hands.

   "Now stop your complaining, Amanda and get up here on your hands and
knees.  Let's show Will and Kevin what you've learned to do with your
mouth."

   Amanda was mortified.  She couldn't bring herself to look at the two
boys who stood at the end of the bed leering at her as she slowly turned
over and got to her knees.

   Amanda knew better than to try to argue or bargain with Ray Meeks.  He'd
made it abundantly clear to her that morning what would happen if she
didn't cooperate.  Amanda had been livid when Ray informed her that he'd
made certain arrangements with two of his best friends.  Arrangements that
involved Amanda and their little secret.  Another promise broken.

   "You promised, Ray," she whimpered.  Kneeling on the edge of the big bed
Amanda gazed up at Ray Meeks pitifully.  "You promised you wouldn't tell
anyone."

   Ray stared down at the distraught little girl with a look of mock
sympathy on his face.  "I know Amanda, sweetheart," he said while he began
to stroke his manhood into erection.  "But after all the fun we've had, and
seeing how much you like it, I just thought you'd enjoy a little variety.
You know.  Share a little." Amanda looked sick.

   "But, Ray," she whined, looking nervously at his growing member just
inches in front of her nose.

   "No more talkin', baby.  Let's put that pretty mouth of yours to better
use.  Now open wide for Ray."

   Amanda gave Ray one last imploring look, hoping for a last minute
reprieve, but none was forthcoming.

   Instead, Ray barked, "Do it Amanda!"

   Amanda blinked then, knowing there was no way out, she did as she was
told.

   "Ahhh," Ray sighed theatrically as he placed one hand on the back of
Amanda's head then slipped his cock into her waiting mouth.  Then, glancing
toward his friends, Ray said with his customary lewd chuckle, "She's got
the finest mouth goin', for a girl her age."

   "Gawp!" Amanda spluttered around the shaft of Ray's cock.  Unbelievably,
she'd momentarily forgotten about the other two boys while pleading with
Ray for her dignity.  "Gmmph!" Ray's cock slipped to the back of her
throat, it's broad head pressing against her soft pallet.  Amanda jerked
when she felt a hand on her butt.

   Ray grabbed her head between his strong hands and held her firmly while
he pressed forward harder with his impaling organ.  "Easy, baby," he
muttered.  "That's just Will back there.  Will says he wants to get to know
you better, Amanda.  Don't you, Will?"

   Amanda heard Will answer, "Uh huh," rather hoarsely from behind her, but
she was unable to turn her head.  She felt his hand begin to rub the soft
skin of her shapely rear end, but suddenly her attention was summoned to
her mouth.

   Amanda had never been deep throated before, and the sensation of having
a man's penis slowly forced down her throat was both startling and
terrifying.  Because of her position on her hands and knees Amanda was only
able to use one hand to try to push Ray away.  With leverage and raw
strength on his side, however, the older boy easily overpowered his
younger, weaker lover.  Amanda gagged around the hot shaft of Ray's cock as
it slid down her throat with surprisingly little resistance.

   The anxiety of having her airway cut off was suddenly compounded when
Amanda felt strange fingers begin to delve into places she'd always held
private.

   Ray held her face between his hands and smiled into the widely staring
eyes of his sweet young companion.  Amanda's belly began to heave in a
failing attempt to draw in life giving oxygen around the blockage in her
throat.  She pleaded with Ray with her eyes.

   Amanda slowly became light headed as Ray looked down at her.  She looked
so adorable with her little nose pressed into the bush of his pubic hair.
He felt her struggle begin to lessen.  "That's my girl," he cooed. 
"Swallow all my cock, Amanda." Then unnoticed by the distressed twelve year
old, Ray nodded toward his friend, Will.

   As Amanda's consciousness began to fade, she thought she felt the bed
sag, then warm hands take her by her hips.  Amanda closed her eyes as her
head swam giddily.  She felt Ray's hand on her right cheek, then heard him
mutter something.  Slowly Amanda opened her eyes.  She was about to black
out when Ray slowly pulled his cock from her throat enough for her to take
one gasping breath.  It was a breath she would soon expel quite forcefully
around Ray's fleshy shaft.

   "Mmmphhhhh!" Amanda huffed loudly as Will's penis traveled practically
the entire length of her nubile vaginal passage in one swift motion. 
Before she knew what was happening, young Amanda Banning found herself
impaled by two young men at once for the first, but certainly not the last
time in her life.

   A violent tremor passed through the young girl as her two lovers got
down to business.  Events progressed at an alarming rate from that point
onward that morning.  Amanda would later recall only bits and pieces of all
that she experienced at the hands of Ray and Will, then later Kevin and
Will.  She would remember Ray's incessant mutterings of "encouragement" as
he and Will alternated thrusts into her youthful anatomy.  The images that
were recorded by her big brother would reveal a girl who's supple young
body appeared to slide to and fro on one continuous fleshy shaft which
passed through her body from end to end.

   Ray came first, pumping his seed into Amanda's esophagus at a prodigious
rate.  Once satiated, he quickly withdrew to be instantly replaced by the
grinning Kevin.  Kevin was bigger than Ray, and his efforts choked Amanda
badly and hurt her throat.  He was also a more forceful lover.  Holding
Amanda's head tightly in his hands, Kevin actually fucked Amanda's mouth
and throat rather than allowing the young girl to attend to him.

   While Amanda struggled to keep up with Kevin's oral attentions, Will
offered up his seed to her.  Beneath her, Amanda's flat tummy bulged
outward as his now familiar warmth spread throughout her lower abdomen. 
Amanda then groaned around Kevin's cock when Will slowly withdrew and fell
onto the bed behind her.

   Unexpectedly Kevin pulled his cock out of Amanda's mouth with an audible
"splop".  Then, taking a handful of her hair in one hand, Kevin pulled her
up onto her knees before him.  "I'm gonna fuck you now, sweetheart," he
said ominously.  "I'm gonna fuck you real hard." Amanda opened her mouth to
object but quickly found Kevin's mouth crushed over her's.  His tongue
launched into her mouth like a torpedo as the older boy flattened the
twelve year old's small body against his own.  Amanda tried to struggle
briefly, but quickly realized that Kevin would have his way with her
regardless of her efforts.  Kevin forced his hand between Amanda's thighs.
"Little girl's all wet for me, isn't she," he said after pulling his mouth
from hers.  Looking her directly in the eye, Kevin whispered, "I'm gonna
take my time with you, little girl." Then he turned to Ray and said with a
laugh, "You boys take a seat.  Amanda and I are gonna be awhile.  Aren't we
baby?" he said turning back to face the anxious young girl in his arms. 
When Amanda didn't reply, Kevin took her face in his right hand.  Squeezing
her cheeks painfully, Kevin asked again.  "Aren't we, Amanda?"

   Amanda was becoming very apprehensive.  "Whaaat?" she whined fearfully.

   Kevin grinned wickedly.  "You and I are gonna take our time, aren't we,
baby?" Amanda just stared back into Kevin's dark eyes, unable to think of a
response.  "We're gonna fuck nice and slow, and you're gonna cum for me,
aren't ya?  Aren't ya?" Without waiting for a reply from the frightened
girl, Kevin shoved Amanda backward, causing her to sprawl across Will who
still lay behind her on her parents' bed.  "Sure we are," Kevin said as he
unbuckled his jeans and let them fall down his muscular legs.  Kevin was a
football player and was powerfully built.  Amanda noticed this fact as the
young man then tugged his T-Shirt over his head then crawled onto the end
of the bed.  "Get out of the way, Will," Kevin barked.  "You've had your
turn.  Now I'm gonna show Amanda here what it's like to have a real man,"
he said boastfully.

   Will quickly rolled out of the way while Kevin took Amanda by her ankles
and jerked her legs apart.

   Stunned, Amanda gazed up at the ceiling.  Suddenly Ray's smiling face
came into view.  Will's followed and soon Amanda found herself staring into
the eyes of the two boys who stood over her.  "You treat Kevin right, OK,
baby," Ray murmured down at the young girl.  While Amanda continued to gaze
into Ray's eyes, Kevin moved his powerful frame above her.  Supporting
himself with one hand, Kevin then used his other to grasp his manhood and
guide the head toward its less than willing target.

   Still staring into the eyes of Ray Meeks, Amanda whispered plaintively,
"You promised, Ray." Then Kevin was in her.  Amanda shuddered all over as
his much larger penis thrust its way into her supple sheath.

   Ray gave the young girl a knowing smile as he watched her eyes grow wide
and staring as she accepted her lover.  At first Amanda felt humiliation at
having to endure the lewd stares of Ray and Will leaning over her, but soon
Kevin began to get up a rhythm, and Amanda's attention was summoned
elsewhere.

   True to his word, Kevin began by delivering long, measured thrusts to
his pubescent lover.  Initially, Amanda was unwilling to look at him and
lay with her eyes shut and her head turned to the side.  Kevin was
unexpectedly patient with Amanda, continuing to stroke slowly but firmly.
He reveled in the feel of the young girl.  Amanda's adolescent internal
musculature was uncharacteristically firm and fit.  He could feel every
fluffy fold of her nubile vagina as the head of his penis forced aside
supple flesh during its rhythmic ingress and egress.

   No one spoke.  The only sounds that could be heard in the bedroom of Mr.
And Mrs.  George Banning for the moment were the soft, wet sounds of their
young daughter being made love to.  The telltale sticky sounds of female
arousal.  The quiet gasps and soft exhales in time to her lover's cadence.
Amanda opened her eyes and looked at Ray when she felt a hand on her left
breast.  The expression on Amanda's pretty face was gradually becoming one
of confusion as her young body began to send those unasked for signals to
her mind.  Ray smiled and blew her a kiss as he started to massage her
small breast, squeezing its firm, resilient flesh then pinching the tiny
nibble bud between finger and thumb.  Amanda gave a sweet little gasp and
started to turn her head away.

   It was then that Kevin administered to her a good solid jab.  "Uugghh!"
Amanda grunted as her eyes flew open wide.  She found herself staring
upward into the eyes of her lover.

   "OK, baby, it's time to get to work," Kevin said just slightly out of
breath.  "Raise your legs, Amanda, so I can fuck you better," he ordered.

   Unsure of exactly what the older boy wanted, Amanda slowly raised her
legs, bending her knees until they were even with Kevin's rear end.  "Like
that?" she asked innocently.  It was the first time she'd spoken to her
current lover.  It was a definite sign of acceptance.

   Kevin reached down and briefly fondled Amanda's other breast.  The one
that Ray wasn't enjoying, then put his hand gently on her cheek.  "Just
like that, baby," he said with a smile.  Then gazing into his young
companion's eyes, Kevin pushed forward slowly with his hips until he felt
the head of his penis press against Amanda's deepest tissues.  Kevin looked
on with delight as an expression of wonder mixed with mild pain and
apprehension spread across Amanda's pretty face.  "Just like that," he
murmured again.  Then he added in a husky voice, "You've got a tight little
pussy, Amanda.  Ray was right." Amanda blushed at the crude reference to
her anatomy and felt a surge of humiliation that Ray would talk about her
in such a way to another boy.  "And now I'm gonna fuck you hard, baby."
Kevin smiled at the quizzical look of concern on his little lady's face,
but he gave Amanda no further warning.

   Kevin started off slowly, just as before, but to Amanda's surprise, both
the pace and ferocity of his love making rapidly accelerated.  Down the
hall, Tim heard the familiar thumping on the wall of his parents' bedroom
begin then grow faster and faster and louder and louder.  It would be a
good long time before that thumping would end that day.  Again, true to his
word, Kevin treated Amanda to the fucking of her young life.

   Several years would pass and as many male companions before Amanda
Banning would entertain the likes of Kevin again.  It was as though his
hips were attached to a pile driver.  Kevin seemed utterly tireless as he
relentlessly rode the sweet twelve year old through multiple orgasms. 
Amanda quickly lost all cognizance as her thoughts turned inward to focus
on the pistoning mass in her belly.  In a surprisingly short period of
time, Amanda began to take on a more active roll in their love making,
angling her narrow hips to better accept her avid lover.

   Will was completely enthralled by the show, and even Ray had to admit he
was impressed with Kevin's performance and stamina.  While his friends
looked on, Kevin took Amanda Banning in every conceivable position that
morning, putting the hot young girl through her paces for hours.  Whenever
the opportunity presented itself, either Ray or Will or both would lend a
hand or a tongue in an effort to keep Amanda thoroughly occupied and
attentive.

   After an initial "orientation" period during which time Amanda learned
her place in the morning's proceedings, the athletic young girl made quite
a showing for herself.  As Ray had found out during his earlier encounters
with Amanda and both Will and Kevin quickly discovered that morning, Amanda
Banning, for a girl of only twelve years old was a capable and pro-active
lover.  All it took was a little encouragement, which the three young men
happily supplied in abundance, to cause Amanda to bloom.

   It was Ray who really "lit the fuse" that morning.  Between the time
that Kevin first began to "get serious", and before he shifted his little
companion from the missionary position to the side by side rear entry or
"spoons" position, Ray reached down between Amanda's quivering thighs,
already slippery with perspiration and other fluids, and slipped a finger
into her warm folds of pubic flesh just above Kevin's hammering shaft. 
With practiced ease, Ray located that one particular spot that always sent
Amanda into orbit.  He swirled his finger tip quickly over that hard little
nub and in seconds, Amanda's hips bucked violently, and she came like a
banshee.  That was all it took to transform Amanda Banning from an agitated
and apprehensive little girl to an active participant in her parents'
king-sized bed.

   Tim was sitting at the kitchen table when Will, Kevin and Ray ambled in.
Will had a big stupid grin on his face whereas Kevin wore a simple look of
contentment.

   "I sure enjoyed meeting your sister, Tim," Kevin offered with a smile.

   Tim nodded and looked away.  There followed an uncomfortable period of
silence that was finally broken by Ray Meeks.

   "Well, Dude," he said.  "Amanda'll probably want to sleep for awhile. 
She looked pretty tired." Will guffawed.  Ray shot him a hateful look and
the younger boy cringed noticeably.

   Tim looked at Ray, but remained silent.

   "You tell her, when she gets up that Kevin and I'll be back later
today." Tim said nothing.  What choice did he have?  "We'll probably be
spending the night."

   Tim sighed then nodded.

   Ray smiled then turned toward the door.  As the three boys filed out of
the back door, Ray Meeks turned at the last minute and said with a big ugly
grin, "Oh, yeah, Dude.  We all promised Amanda we wouldn't tell.  Ya dig?"
   End...  SM