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 "Away to get back", By: WriterNoone
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   Part 1

   A few days into summer break, Trish is left with the responsibility of
watching her little sister Emily for a few weeks.  This wasn't abnormal,
having this responsibility, but this time things were going to open-up a
batch of events that would change their lives forever.  Their older brother
was about to make an unexpected arrival, interrupting Trish's personal
"special time", which she honestly doesn't mind having interrupted.

   Trish had woken early, just before Emily was due to wake, so she could
indulge in a little personal time, with herself.  She had just begun to
slip her hands down into her panties, when she heard the front door open.
Naturally, she retracted her hands from under the covers, as a precaution.
She was expecting that it was her mother coming back, after forgetting
something.  Then she heard a dull sounding thud, like a duffel-bag being
tossed onto the floor, and then another, followed by a mans voice.

   "Hello!', Dave said, "Mom?  Trish?  Em?"

   Trish's eyes lit-up.  It was her brother Dave who just came home.  Her
excitement of his return was not hidden as she bolted out of her room, down
the stairs, and into his arms.  He had changed so much, in the six years he
had been gone.  Emily remained in slumber while they had a quick
conversation about the present situation at the household.

   Trish rejected Dave's offer to take-over babysitting responsibility, so
she could go do what girls her age did, on Friday nights.  She felt as if
it would be abandoning her trusted duties, which he sympathized with.  He
knew what it was like to have that responsibility, to see it through as it
was expected.  Though, honestly, that wasn't the only reason she declined
the offer.

   Trish was actually getting a little more excited, thinking about their
innocent play-time when they were younger.  Even though her "special time",
was interrupted, it had no impact on her thoughts that were now racing
through her head.  Those were actually disrupting the thoughts of her
interrupted special-time.  Her scattered conversation was no reflection of
the thoughts ripping through her mind as she spoke.

   Last time Dave was home, Trish was about Emily's age, and they had just
started exploring their sensual sides, with one another.  This was a moment
in time that didn't last long, due to his departure.  One which she always
felt responsible for, due to the surrounding situations.  She was the one
who sort-of initiated their closeness, but he didn't resist, at the time.

   Visions of the first time he squirted, right into her mouth, were
flashing behind her present conversation.  She remembers how scared and
disgusted by the taste she was, but also excited and happy seeing how she
made him feel by doing that.  The taste eventually becoming one that she
later desired as much as the affection it brought-on afterwords.  Though
she was not having orgasms at that time, she always felt real good, getting
close to an orgasm.

   It was two years after he had been sent away, where countless nights of
frustration, trying to please herself like he could, went without success.
Her first orgasm being a mind-blowing experience that she wished he was
there to experience with her.  Four years later, to this day, she still
pretended he was there, his hands, his mouth, his passion triggering every
orgasm since then, in her "special-time".

   Now he is here, as if it was almost a dream.  Emily now being mid-way to
eight, and Trish only days away from turning twelve.  Dave, just recently
having turned eighteen, surely the reason he was able to come home freely.
She didn't pry about his situation, in fear that it might trigger some sad
events related to his departure, or remind him that it was possibly her
fault for his forced departure.

   To add to the confusion, for her.  She wasn't sure if he was still that
same person as when he left, if he still felt that way about her.  There
was also a little uncertainty about how he would feel about her and her
sister, who now have a similar relationship.  One which he was not part of,
while he was there, six years prior.  One which may have only occurred, due
to his absence, as Trish sort-of initiated that consensual interaction too.

   While Trish was in a fogy haze of subconscious memories and conscious
conversation, Dave departed for the kitchen.  She tagged-along, continuing
the conversation about things he missed, while away from home.  An
explosion of data that Dave was only half listening to, as he was having
similar memories coming back to him.  memories that he had suppressed, but
only because he was not able to extend on them, act on them, in her
absence.

   Now, he was having similar thoughts of, "Does she still feel the same
way?  Does she even remember that stuff happened?" While he prepared
something to eat, Trish eventually started to pry his mind about his time
away.  She hides a snickering smile as he complains about the misplaced
ice-cream scoop, which was in the wrong drawer.  That was a little toy she
used, because of the bumps on the handle, as a gauging pleasure tool.  She
moved it to the drawer closer to the hall, where she could sneak it out
without being seen by anyone sitting in the living-room, at night.

   He moves the scoop back to the appropriate drawer and continues to grab
a bowl of cereal.  Conversation about Dave's time away, was cautiously kept
to asking about what he did, not why he was sent away.  Luckily, he said he
had a blast while he was gone, but he missed everyone a lot.  He had been
sent overseas, to live with their grandfather who was rather sick.  He was
actually sent to an all boy school, which made Trish feel selfishly
relieved.  She was glad that he didn't mention a girlfriend, or any girls
at all.

   She joked that now he might be gay, which he reassuringly retorted that
he surely wasn't.  Slightly hinting that he not only remembered their time
together, but also liked it well enough to not turn him gay.  "I much
prefer girls.", he said, with a raised brow and an innocent smile to her.
The conversation continuing until she cut him off, asking if he was back
for good.  The answer was a sort-of open-ended "sort-of".  Which led him to
ask when Mom was going to come home.

   Emily, who had crept downstairs at all the commotion, huffed and said,
"Not for weeks."

   Dave was surprised at this.  "Where did she go?  You get to watch her
for weeks, alone!"

   Trish snapped back, "What?  I can watch her for a few weeks...  You
sound like Mom now!"

   Emily added, "Grace is going to stop-in and check-up on us.  Mom had to
cover for one of her patients who had to be relocated."

   David replied, "I wasn't questioning your ability.  I was a little
jealous because when I was eleven, I wasn't allowed to watch myself
alone... Wait...  Cover for a patient, do you mean another nurse?"

   "No", Trish said, "I'm almost twelve.  Well, I will be in a few days. 
But she is right.  Mom is covering for her patient, who helps at a clinic
across town.  She said it would cost too much to drive back and forth every
day.  She is only a few hours away."

   David, "That's more than across town...  but I get it..."

   "So, did you get me anything?", Trish asked.

   "No.  I forgot your birthday was coming-up."

   "Well, I am sure you will think of something to give me that I want,
before the week is up.", she said with a suggestive look that was ever so
subtle.

   Dave was unsure if she was being coy, joking or dead serious.  She was
always confusing that way, to him.  "Well, if Grace is going to check-up on
you, then I guess I can leave until Mom gets back."

   Trish and Emily both begged, "No, stay!  Mom won't care!"

   Dave replied, "Well, I'll stay, but don't let Mom know I stayed here."

   Trish now almost sure it was her responsible for his being sent away,
replied, "No problem...  Better that she thinks I watched Emily alone
anyways.  Then I can get more sitting jobs."

   Emily agreed too, but was unsure why she was agreeing to what her sister
said.

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   Part 2

   They ended-up watching T.V.  all day and night, until almost midnight.
Small conversations and casual glances were constantly being exchanged
among all of them, in silence, without advancing obligation.  Like they
were all trying to read each-others minds, without any luck.  Emily
eventually fell asleep across David's lap, with Trish sitting across form
them, just an arms-length away.  She fought the desire to jump on his lap
and rape him, putting aside jealousy, so that Emily could embrace in his
bond.

   Trish whispered to Dave, "Can you carry her upstairs and put her to
bed.", as she looked down at her almost lewd splayed state.  David
carefully hoisted her up, arms cast around his shoulders, with his hands
trying to support her weight by her bottom as he stood-up.  This is when he
noticed her tiny rump was bare, as she squirmed into a tight embrace and
tried to get his hands in a more inappropriate position, under her draped
night-gown.  He couldn't adjust his hands to make it more appropriate, even
if he wanted to.  She saw purposely holding loosely around his neck,
sliding down tighter into his gripping hand.

   Trish giggled silently, as she followed behind them.  Knowing that her
sister was doing what she expected she would, while pretending to be asleep
the whole time.  Eventually, as they rose up the stairs, her moist cunny
came to rest flat against his wide palm.  She made cooing yawn sounds, as
each step caused a soft bumping sensation against her slit.  Trish joked,
"Easy, you'll wake her!", extending the duration of the pleasureful journey
for her.

   When David put Emily into bed, she refused to let go.  She giggled and
asked to be tucked-in and get a good-night kiss.  She looked half
disappointed when he tucked her in and gave her a peck on the cheek. 
However, she took what she got with a sense of achievement.  As Dave turned
to head-out, Trish gave her a kiss good-night too, whispering something to
her, but he could not hear what she said to Emily.  Her eyes shut, with a
big smile on her face, as the door to her room finally closed-off all the
remaining cast-off light from the hallway.

   In the hall, Trish asked if Dave wad going to sleep on the couch or in
Mom's room.  He insisted on the couch, but she honestly wanted him to say
he wanted to sleep in her room.  His excuse was that Mom would somehow know
he was there, and had slept in her bed.  Trish thought that was just an
excuse, but could imagine her mother sensing something like that.  She was
a very perceptive woman.  He gave her a similar kiss as he had with Emily,
another disappointed look breached her face, masked by a shifting smile of
similar achievement, as she said good-night.

   Dave returned downstairs, to the couch, but did not fall asleep right
away.  He was too turned-on to lay down for the night.  Instead, he flipped
to a soft-porn channel, with the volume turned-off.  He listened up the
stairs, to ensure they were both asleep or preoccupied with their own
discomforts being tended to, before tending to his own sweltering
discomfort.  In the shadows, over the soft plush carpet, Trish had snuck
into Emily's room, and pulled her up for an expected show.  Dave was a
creature of habit, and Trish knew his habits well.  She had spied on him
many times as a kid, watching him do the same thing as he was surely about
to do now.

   The girls waited around the corner, listening, silently.  They could
hear Dave shift around, moving the covers off of himself.  He was
sitting-up, and slowly stroking his dry fingers over his sensitive erect
cock.  His eyes glued to the television, which now had the volume turned
slightly up.  He was fully focused on the sights and sounds of the lesbian
scene on the screen, when the girls peered around the corner.  They
resisted laughing at the sight, the expected girl-on-girl action bringing
him into a full self-pleasuring session.  Their eyes focused on his fingers
that were manipulating his erection.

   Trish imagined her hand where his was, then her lips, then her virgin
slit.  The last thing he was able to touch, before being sent away.  Only,
in her mind, he got to slide inside of her, filling her with his tool. 
Something that now, being much bigger, was making her nervous to imagine
filling her.  Emily was thinking in more simple ways.  She slowly rubbed
herself, imagining his hand rubbing her, as he was rubbing himself.  Trish
could hear her wetness, but didn't stop her from making noise.  The
television was now making much more noise.

   Trish whispered, "Now, he's going to squirt real soon...  watch..."
Emily had not looked away, but stopped rubbing herself, wanting to see if
she could hear him squirt, or grunt, or something.  Soon, with a few more
strokes, his balls pulled-up tight against the base of his cock, and it
spurted three thick jets of cum lewdly into the air.  A towel at his side
was quickly pulled-up to catch the majority of it, before it could make a
mess.  His teeth-gritted grunt was one that would have woken the neighbors,
had the doors or a window been open in the house.  His heaving chest arched
as he fell backwards on the couch, with closed eyes.  His cock remained
hard, throbbing and slowly dripping mini-ejaculations off the tip, over the
towel.

   The girls quietly disappeared back to Emily's room.  Trish's plan was to
get Emily, who was more bold than her, to want her brother the same way she
wanted him.  Then, convince her to help seduce him, killing two birds with
one stone.  Exposing Emily's nymphomania to him, while seeing if he was
possibly still interested in her.  Interested in a more seductive and
intimate way, more than before.  Emily liked the sound of it, "It sounds
like fun", she said.  However, now, both girls needed a desperate session
of their own, to relieve their angst.  Undisturbed by anyone, they
passionately licked and sucked on each-other until they were both
satisfied. Though, Emily, like Trish in the past, was not for-filled with
an orgasm, just good feelings of getting close.  The scent of both of them
lingered in the air, which was something Trish also wanted to happen.

   In the morning, the girls quietly headed down for breakfast, but Dave
was still sleeping.  He had a morning erection that was struggling to get
out of his boxers.  Both of them crept closer, but they couldn't see
anything more than the tent in his shorts.  Trish, in a quick decision,
asked Emily to go back upstairs and pretend to be asleep.  However, she
wanted her to leave her night-gown slipped-up, exposing her ass a little.
Trish wanted to wake him up, and ask him to wake her, while she prepared
breakfast.  Emily darted-off, thinking this was another fun thing to do.

   Trish went into the kitchen and began to be extra loud, to ensure Dave
woke.  After going to the bathroom, he came into the kitchen where Trish
was cooking in only her underwear.  "Sorry, I was trying to be quiet, but
the pans were all stacked inside of one another.  Can you go and wake Em,
since you are up now?", she said casually.

   Dave didn't gawk, but his eyes went right for her two puffy mounds,
which were not quite full breasts yet.  They were topped with thick puffy
nipples that seemed to grapple the straps of the apron she was wearing. 
Dave assumed that this was just her normal behavior, as she would often run
around topless when she was a kid too.  Living in a household full of only
girls, without a man around, he assumed it was still normal for her to do.
"Yea, I'll go get her.  What are we having for breakfast?", he asked.

   "Well, if you give me a good-morning kiss, then you are having eggs with
us...", she snapped in a playful tone, turning back to her duties cooking.

   "And if not?", he asked.

   "Then the clean bowls are over in that cabinet, and the cereal is on the
fridge, where you left it yesterday.", she smirked again, waiting for her
kiss.

   He pecked her on the cheek and turned to walk away.

   "Ahem...  I am not some distant relative...  Since when did you stop
kissing on the lips?  That made me feel like grand-ma...", she snapped.

   "Sorry, but I spent the last six years on the farm and surrounded by
boys and cows, and grand-ma.  I didn't do good-morning and good-night
kisses with them." He bent down and gave her a platonic kiss on the lips,
then instinctively licked his lips, which had a familiar taste that he
adored.  He didn't realize it was his little sisters pussy he just tasted,
mixed with Trish's morning sweet juices.  He just assumed all girls lips
tasted that way.  "Better", she said, "Now go wake Em and don't do that
cheek pecking grand-ma kissing thing to her.  Kiss her like a brother, the
brother I know." He was sort-of unsure if she was implying something there,
but again, it was one of those odd replies she liked to give.

   Dave went up-stairs, after blushing a little, unaware that he was
blushing, thinking about the past again.  It seemed to keep being thrown in
his face, but he though he could have been reading things the wrong way.

   When he got to Emily's room, she appeared to have kicked the covers off
the foot of the bed.  That wasn't unusual in the summer, even for him. 
However, she also seemed to have somehow managed to slip half of her
night-gown up over her back.  Her bare ass and mound was completely exposed
and her mound was glossy with her juices, shining in the morning light from
the side window.  He gawked for a moment, then politely exited her room,
standing outside of her doorway.

   He yelled for her to wake-up, pretending to not yet have entered the
room and seen her.  She groaned, "I'm up..." Which made him enter, thinking
she had made herself decent.  As he entered, she was still face-down, and
now rolling-over to sit-up.  She propped herself up on her elbows, bending
her legs, now more lewdly displayed, spread right at him.  Her narrow slit
gaped, exposing her tiny little clit and more wetness.  She sat-up more,
rubbing her eyes, then turned to wiggle off the bed, fixing her nightgown.
With a little stumble, she followed him down the stairs an into the
kitchen.

   "Sleep well?", Trish asked her.

   "Yup..  Like a rock...", Emily replied.

   "Did he give you a good-morning kiss?", Trish asked.

   Dave, "Sorry, I forgot.", he bent down and kissed her on the lips with a
peck.

   "Mmmm, again!", she cooed.

   "Hey, I only got one, so you only get one..  sit, eat...", Trish snapped
joking with her.

   David gave her another peck, and she smiled, strutting to her seat.

   "Do I get another one?", Trish asked, seriously, in that joking tone. 
She waited for a kiss, lips puckered while waving a spatula playfully like
an ass-beating stick.

   He gave her a second kiss and replied, "Anything to avoid another bowl
of that stale cereal."

   With that done, they all sat and ate, after Trish removed her
restrictive apron, sitting bare-chested at the table, across from Dave. 
Giving him a clear view of her chest as she ate breakfast.

   "How do you like them?", she asked, with a forced pause, "The eggs...",
she continued to say, as his eyes shot right to her exposed breasts again.

   Dave joked, "Good, no shells."

   "Thanks, I put all the shells in Em's plate...  She likes crunchy
eggs.", Trish laughed as Emily shot her a nasty look.  Dave smiled, unsure
if there was some inside joke that he was missing.  All that he knew, is
the more they talked, the harder and more painful his erection was getting.
The re-moistened scent of sex was now heavily prevalent to him.  It was so
strong that he swore he could taste it.  He wasn't sure, but he thought his
little sister had that same taste when he pecked her with a good-morning
kiss too.

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   Part 3

   Above this all, Dave tried to be a gentleman, but the girls suddenly
went into girl-talk mode.  Though he contributed little to the slight
perversions shooting across the table, he did feel a little less
embarrassed about sporting a rebirthed morning-wood.  His youngest sister
made mention of having a wet-dream, as she called-it.  Unlike a guys
wet-dream, but it explained her glossy mound this morning.  Dave blushed,
as Emily blushed, when Trish implied that she use to get them too, when
Dave kissed her good-night.  He knew she was talking about when he use to
kiss her down there, but offered no more than a blush to her comment.

   "Okay, I cooked, who is cleaning-up?", Trish said, ending the
conversation.

   Emily quickly replied, "I will!"

   "That was odd, why do you WANT to clean-up?  I would run around and beg
NOT to have to clean the dishes when I was your age.", Dave exclaimed.

   "Because whoever isn't cooking or cleaning, has to do the laundry.",
Trish said.

   "That's not so bad."

   "They also have to fold it, sort it, and wash it right."

   "Fine, I'll do the laundry.  Is it all down in the basement?", he asked.

   "Yuppers, all six loads.", said Trish with an evil smile.

   "Six loads, and I washing the whole neighborhoods dirty laundry?"

   Emily interrupted, "Now you sound like Mom.", as she rolls her eyes.

   "You did this on purpose.", said Dave.

   "Maybe.  You could have had cereal, or offered to wash the dishes."

   "I'll get you back for this, I swear!", he said, with a half-assed
cracked smile across his face.

   "That's the Dave I know...  Welcome back!", Trish laughed.

   "You can get her back when we clean the house.", added Emily.

   "Oh really, how?", he inquired, with a seriousness and leaned-in ear.

   "I'll tell you later.", Emily said, in a whisper, smirking at her
sister.

   "Oh, now you two are plotting against me...  Remember, I'm the one
babysitting you here!", Trish semi-seriously replied.

   "I'm not a baby, and your not sitting on him...", Emily said.

   "Hmmm, no comment.", Trish said as she looked through the table at
Dave's crotch, assuming he had a boner.  Emily looked, and her giggle
confirmed Trish's hunch, by her implication, was correct.

   Emily added, "You know what I mean to say...", as she laughed herself up
from the table, to start cleaning dishes.

   "Yes, I have a morning boner...  It happens...", he said in defense,
trying to hide his growing embarrassment that was previously subdued.

   "Every morning?", asked Emily, turning back and looking down, through
the table, with x-ray vision of her imagination.

   Trish jumped-in answering for him, "Every morning, noon, night...",
laughing and turning to point to the cellar door.

   Dave stood, covering his erection tent.  "Okay, time to do laundry!", he
exclaimed.

   "You have to dry the delicates in the dryer, not by hanging them off
your flag-pole.", Trish joked, as he walked to the cellar door.

   "Ha, ha...  Funny...  I'll get you back for that too.", he said.

   "What are you going to do?  Spank me!"

   "I might.  That's what they did on the farm, if you were disobedient."

   "Sounds fun.", she laughed.  "Well, go practice spanking while you do
the laundry.  I'll practice not being spanked while I get dressed, since my
chores are done for now.", she said with a proud smile.

   "You still have to clean the house!", said Emily, with suds up to her
elbows as she washed the dishes.

   "Shit, forgot about that.", Trish pouted as Dave disappeared down the
stairs.

   Emily said, "I think it worked!"

   "What?"

   "Your plan, your idea."

   "Oh, he always has boners.  That wasn't a joke."

   "No, this morning when he came to wake me up.  I got excited and was
playing with myself, when he came-in.  I don't think he saw me, but he was
looking at my wet cunny a lot.  It's actually still really wet now.", said
Emily.

   "Cool.  Well, don't keep playing with yourself.  If we get him to show
us, he might want to return the favor, after he lets us help him.", Trish
reminded her.

   "But...  I'm horny now!", said Emily.

   "So am I, but that makes it even better later.  Trust me.  Maybe he can
even make you have an orgasm, if you hold-out long enough."

   "You think so?", asked Emily.

   "I am almost 100% sure.  That is how I had my first orgasm.", she said,
sort-of a lie, but it was thinking about him that led to her first orgasm,
so only partly a lie.

   "With him?", Emily asked.

   "Well, yea, I thought you knew that?", Trish said, trying to make it
more believable.

   "No, I though all that stuff you said was with Mack!"

   Trish replied in disgust, "Ewww...  Mack...  Nasty!  How would Mack do
all that stuff every day?"

   Emily replied, "I just thought you were exaggerating that part."

   "No, not exaggerating, and NOT with Mack!"

   "Did you ever, you know, have sex with him?"

   "Mack?"

   "No, Dave...", Emily corrected the miscommunication.

   "Well, almost, one time...  but we got caught, then Mom sent him away."

   "Oh, that's why you were stopping me from asking why he went away.  But
he said it was because grand-pa was sick and needed help."

   "I...  I am not sure if that is the truth, or just an excuse that Mom
told him, to tell everyone-else, if they asked why he was sent away. 
Brothers and sisters are not supposed to do this stuff together, and when
they do, you don't tell other people about it.  You make-up lies, or just
don't talk about it at all.  Like masturbating."

   Emily asked, "Why not, it's fun, it feels good...  Don't people want you
to feel good?"

   "That is complicated, but it has to do with babies and complications and
other stuff.  People say mean things about people like us."

   "But Grace said she did that with her brother once.", Emily continued.

   Trish replies in a curious tone, "What, no...  He is only eight...  he
can't get her pregnant...  Why did she tell you that?"

   "She said he squirted stuff out, so she didn't do it again."

   "Well, normally you don't tell others about things like that.  I am not
sure why she told you about it.  I am sort-of jealous that she did tell you
and not me about it."

   "I kind-of asked her about it.  She didn't just tell me out of the
blue.", Emily admitted.

   "What made you ask about that?", Trish asked, curiously.

   "Because we do stuff, and I wanted to know if she did stuff like that
too, since she only has a brother.  I was curious if she ever had sex and
not just kissing, and stuff down there.", Emily finished.

   "Hmm, makes sense.  Still, you don't normally talk about these things
unless there is good reason to.  That, sort-of seems like a good reason to
have asked her.  But I am not sure why she was so honest with you about
it."

   "Would you?", Emily asked.

   "Would I what?", Trish asked.

   "Have sex with him now?", Emily continued to elaborate the obvious.

   "I..  well..."

   "I knew it..  Me too!", Emily interrupted her half-assed coy answer.

   "You, no...  He'd rip your little cunny to shreds!", Trish exclaimed,
under a low voice, so Dave didn't hear over the washing-machine noises.

   "I don't care.", said Emily.

   "Oh, you would.  Maybe you should have asked Grace if you could have
borrowed her brother.  You'll change your mind after that.  Or you should
be practicing with the ice-cream scoop handle, like I do.  He's bigger than
that, and that hurts me a little still.", Trish said.

   "The ice-cream scoop handle.  That's smart.  But do you think Grace will
let me actually borrow Jake?"

   "No, I was kidding about that.  Don't even ask.  If you want, we can try
to get Dave out of the house later-on.  Then we can see about using the
ice-cream scoop handle on you.  Besides, Grace isn't coming over until my
birthday party."

   "Well, tell her to bring her little brother.", demanded Emily.

   "No, that isn't going to happen."

   Dave enters the kitchen, having finished getting the first load of
laundry setup.  "What isn't gong to happen?", he asks, innocently unaware
of the prior conversation between them.

   Both girls blush.  "Nothing.  We were just talking about who to invite
to the party in two days."

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   Part 4

   "Oh, I didn't know you were going to have a party still, without Mom
here.  Should I make myself plans away for that day?", Dave asks.

   "Away, No!  You're invited, well, you are now.  Grace will be here to
make sure the party doesn't get out of control, but it's only going to be a
few friends anyways.", Trish said.

   "And Graces brother Jake?", asked Emily, with a little too much
enthusiasm.

   "No, not Jake...", Trish snapped, with a dirty look, stemmed to the
prior secret conversation between them.

   Dave joked, "Boyfriend of yours?", said to Trish.

   "No, but apparently a potential boyfriend for Emily.  He is a year older
than her."

   "I don't want him as a boyfriend...  just for...", Emily quickly
retorts.

   Trish interrupts in a panic, with a shot of an evil-eye, "...  For
company her own age..."

   "Oh...  kay...", Dave replies with a squinted eye, unsure what that was
all about.

   Trish continues, "Anyway.  We have to clean-up and then you have to go
shopping for us."

   "I have to clean and shop too?  What am I shopping for?", Dave asked.

   Trish huffs, "Fine, we'll clean and you can go shopping later..."

   "Why don't I go shopping while you clean?", he asks, trying to sound
reasonably efficient.

   Emily replies, "Because you have to get her back and...  and..."

   Trish adds, interrupting her, sure that she will say something
revealing, "Forget about that.  But no, you can't go shopping until we are
done cleaning, because I don't know everything we need.  When we are done
cleaning, then I will surely know everything you need to fetch for the
house.  Grace was going to come-over and do it, but I told her that we had
company who would do the shopping for us." She lied, but it sounded good to
her, and him, apparently.

   "You..  Told her I was here?", Dave says, in a slightly paranoid
response.

   "No, I said a friend with a car was here.  She doesn't know who you are
anyways.", she said, trying to cover one lie with another lie.

   "Good, because I'm sure she would tell mom that I am hers.  I assume Mom
is going to check-in with her.  She'll be wondering who this 'friend with a
car' is.", Dave reminds her.

   "Arg...  I'll tell her it's, you, are my music instructor.  Mom doesn't
talk to him and she thinks he is gay...  Well, he is...  but he normally
stops by, twice a week.  Grace never met him either.", Trish says,
confident in her plan.

   "Well, okay.  Now I am a music instructor.  What instrument do you
play?", Dave asks, unaware that she even had an interest in music at all.

   "The computer.", she says.

   "You play the computer as a musical instrument?", he asked in a confused
and serious interest for her extended answer.

   Trish adds, "No, well, yes...  We mix music and use sound-samples.  It's
geek stuff that I am sure you wouldn't know about, since you were trapped
on a farm the last six years."

   "Interesting...  and Mom wouldn't mind this guy hanging around while she
isn't here?", he asks.

   "She is never here when he is here anyways.  She is usually at work.  I
guess she sees him more like a baby-sitter, without actually being a
baby-sitter."

   "Well, you two better start cleaning and figure-out what I need to get
at the store.  I am going to sit back and relax, watching you two run
around like little maids.  Doing all the work.", he laughs as he walks
away, to relax on the couch.

   With that said, the girls began running around the house, half naked, as
Dave cautiously watched them clean the house, top to bottom.  Some things
twice, it seemed.  While he sat, Emily would occasionally signal for him to
'watch this', as she tormented Trish.  It started-out with her simply
undoing what she had just done.  Then it progressed into more devious acts.
Trish just shrugged it off, like she was playing a game, and occasionally
retaliated back with similar devious acts.  Dave couldn't help fighting
back his smiles.

   At one point, Trish was reaching up to dust-off the top of the
television, and Emily gave her a super-wedgie, front and back.  Her panties
were consumed by both cracks, lewdly displaying her puffy parted mound. 
She turned to chase Emily out of the room, then stood and faced Dave,
giving him a clear view, acting like she was unaware of her exposure. 
Though, her walking indicated that her apparent comfort, was anything but
comforting.

   She continued cleaning the table in front of him, pretending to
contemplate and evaluate the mess as she stood facing him.  She was just to
the side of the television, and knew he could see her front and reflection
of her ass, on the screen behind her.  She kept bending down, displaying
her discomforting perversion to him, arching her back slightly, to make her
puffy breasts seem larger than they were, as they hung-down.

   Emily snuck-up behind her, pulling her panties down to the floor. 
Trish's eyes lit-up as the nestled cloth ripped-out from her delicate
folds. "Ouch!  That hurt!", she yelled, as she stood back up, holding her
violated groin.  "He's seen me naked plenty of times.  We use to take baths
together.  Besides, he has to wash them anyways.", she said as she bent
down to pick them up, exposing her innermost lewdness to Dave.  When she
stood back up, she threw her panties at him.  There was an obvious wet
patch where they were tightly nestled up within her warm folds.

   The scent was even stronger now, than it was at the breakfast table. 
Dave was going mad, almost literally.  He raised a brow as he grappled the
panties and glanced at Trish with an eye-roll.

   "Well, he has to wash mine too." Emily said, as she pulled her nightgown
off, exposing her naked body.  Her moisture was near dripping and had left
a small wet spot on the back of her nightgown.  She throws it at him too,
but it missed him and knocked half the stuff off the table.  Dave laughed,
but Trish got pissed, and chased her naked ass up the stairs, yelling. 
"Hey, he didn't take a bath with you...  and now you made a mess..  You're
going to clean that up!", Trish demanded.

   Emily skittered past Trish, back down the stairs with her tiny legs. 
"Fine, but I'm being naked, if your going to be naked.  Now he's seen me
too!"

   Trish stood and demanded that Emily pick-up the stuff, as she headed
back down the stairs with a fake mad look on her face.  "And that..  and
that..  and that...", as she began to toss more things onto the floor from
the table near the stairs.  Her little body constantly bending-over,
exposing her tail-end to your clear view, as she picked everything up, one
at a time.  Dave tries to look away, respectfully, but Trish demands, "Hey,
watch her.  Make sure she picks everything up!  I need to go pee..."

   Emily, while still picking-up the stuff that was knocked-over, asked
Dave, "Is it working?"

   "What?"

   "Us...  we, well, Trish is trying to make you horny."

   "Is that what this is all about...  Why is she trying to do that?"

   "We are trying to make you horny so you start playing with yourself. 
She wants us to help...  you know...  make you squirt...", Emily said in a
coy reply, but with a stern seriousness.

   "Oh, really...  She told you that she wants to see me cum...  um,
squirt..."

   "Yea, we want to see it again!"

   "Again?", he said, sort-of shocked.

   Emily looks away, realizing she just threw herself under the bus,
"Oops...  I...  well..."

   Dave interrupted, without seeming upset, almost joking about it, "You
two spied on me last night?"

   "Sort-of, yes.  It was fun, just like this...  are you going to squirt
now, cum stuff?"

   "No, not yet.", he said, not realizing that he just freely submitted to
the request, "Lets make this more fun.  I'm going to pretend it isn't
working and see how crazy she gets.  Will you help me?"

   "That sounds like more fun...  but...  are you still going to let us see
you squirt?  We wanted to help...  and...  maybe...  you could, you
know...", she stumbled to get the words out.

   "What?", he almost knew where this was going, but not to what extent.

   "...  help us too.", she finally said.  "I want to have an orgasm and
she said you could give me one."

   Trish interrupts, as she rounds the corner, "Give you one what?"

   David quickly lounges up, "A spanking...  like you're going to get!"

   Both girls bolted away from him, but he managed to capture Emily before
she could get away.  He folded her squirming body over his knees and gave
her a loud sounding smack on the ass, as Trish paused to watch from the
stairs with a wide-eyed jealous smile.  Though it wasn't hard, or serious,
the shock had lit-up Emily's face, like nothing he ever saw before.  There
was a mixture of pleasure and pain, excitement and fear in her expression.
He whispered, "I'll try, but no promises...  Now scream like it hurts..."
She knew he was referring to the challenge of giving her an orgasm, though
she honestly didn't even know what one was.

   She replied, in a low whisper, "Okay, but this is fun too...  Eeeeeks..
Ouch...", she screamed, as another planted smack landed on her firm, round,
exposed ass.  This second smack was harder, leaving a stinging redness that
she could feel burning on her skin.  "That one hurt...  Again!", she almost
giggled, as she said it to him.  Another, though more playfully soft and
loud, left her with an over exaggerated shrieking cry that almost startled
him.

   Dave then looked at her tanned ass, and up to Trish by the stairs, "Now
stop playing and finish cleaning-up.  I don't want to sit around all day,
waiting to go to the store..." There was an odd seriousness to his tone,
for the sake of making Trish think he was being real.  For Emily, it added
to the excitement of the situation, pretending he was serious.

   The dryer buzzer sounded, breaking the thin tension in the air, "Saved
by the bell!", Emily said, as she launched off his lap, laughing as she ran
up the stairs with Trish.  She was eager to show her the obvious hand-print
across her ass, which she could feel, still burning with tingles.  She
admired herself in the mirror more than Trish admired her from behind. 
This was a trophy to her, a gift from her older brother, which Trish didn't
have.

   David headed down to change the laundry, finally getting to the
delicates.  All of them had generous dry patches of young heated girl
moisture on them.  Suddenly, footsteps could be heard, creeping down the
stairs.  He pretended to be uninterested in the handfuls of skimpy soiled
panties, as he threw them into the wash.

   Trish said, in a slightly concerned voice, "We're done."

   "Why so serious all of a sudden?", asked Dave.

   "You tanned her ass...  and I don't want mine tanned..."

   "Then I won't tan your ass...  She liked it, she was giggling.  That is
why I did it a little harder...  She knew I was playing.", he replied,
reassuringly.

   "Well, she was admiring it like a trophy...  But, still...  I don't want
that.", Trish said.

   Dave quickly added, "Then you need to stop playing around so much, or
give me an alternative to spanking you."

   "Wha...  an alternative...  playing...", she stammered.

   "Yea, the tormenting your little sister, when it is clearly your turn to
be tormented...  and her tormenting me..  you know...  purposely trying to
make me horny...  That is cruel!", he said with a stern conviction, trying
to sound upset by her actions.

   "That..  what..  I...", she stammered again, wanting to confess, but
kept-up the game.  "Well, if making you horny is torture, then that's what
I want for my punishment...", she said with a coy smirk.

   He smiled with an evil smile, "Oh, if that is what you think you want..
then that's what you'll get..  but it will absolutely be torture, I
promise!"

   She snapped back with a big smile, "Interesting, I can't wait to be
punished!"

   He replies with squinted eyes, "You'll have to...  It is time for me to
go shopping now." He still had no idea that she had other events planned
while he was away, which just didn't involve him directly.

   She said nothing as she walked away.  Her destination, to create that
shopping-list of supplies for him to get.  His path set to getting dressed,
so he could head-out and do this shopping.  Seeing the list, made him
realize he was being tortured silently, but he intended to obtain every
oddity on the list, acting like it didn't bother him.

   The list was as follows...  - Tampons - Maxi-pads - KY Jelly - Douche -
Cucumbers - Honey - Size zero and Size 2 panties - Nylon stockings, "Nude"
color - Rope - Duct-Tape - Two bandannas - Twelve T.V.  dinners - Carrots -
Four bottles of pineapple-juice

   With this list, he would be gone nearly an hour or two, which he
suspects they wanted, for some other reason.  He decided, instead, to do a
little covert mission, before actually going shopping.  He hoped that maybe
he was going to get a little show before the shopping.  Whatever they had
planned for while he was away.

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   Part 5

   Dave drove-off and parked one street over.  He took an old bike-path,
through the woods, which led him right by the house.  He would often sneak
home and sneak-out this way, as a kid.  The side of the house without
windows is where the storm-cellar door was located.  Luckily, even after
six years, the rusty oil-can was still hidden-away, behind the
air-conditioner, by the doorway.

   He oiled-up the hinges and the latch, listening to make sure they
weren't down in the basement before he opened the door.  The rusty old door
opened silently, but it did stick a little.  With a careful firm tug, it
released from the rusty fused binds against the seals.  It opened as
silently as it did, six years ago, once the seal was broken.

   He looked down into the cellar, the coast was clear and the dryer was
still running, masking any footstep noises he made.  As a precaution, he
carefully turned the timer on the dryer up to 90 minutes, so it didn't
alert them with another buzzer alarm.  The last thing he wanted, was his
stealth exit to be hindered by the loud buzzer bringing all focus his way.

   Slowly he crept up the stairs, listening to pinpoint where his sisters
might be.  Sounded like they were both in the living room, a great place to
spy on them from the breach of the stairway.  There was a nook to hide,
just to the side of the door, which no-one ever looked at, as they passed
it by, going into the basement.  Perhaps it was for an ironing board and
cleaning supplies, but it was always just an empty space here.

   He slipped behind the curtain that covered the nook, gently reaching out
to push the door open.  Luckily, their chatter and the sound of the
tumbling dryer was masking the small squeaks of the door-hinge as it
cracked-open.  He used a little spit to help stop it from squeaking more,
but spit was not oil.

   He had a clear view of the girls.  They were over by the couch, Emily
sitting, talking to Trish who was standing in front of her.  Without
warning, Trish suddenly turns around, looking right at the doorway, in the
kitchen.  Dave pulled back into the shadows of the nook, behind the
curtain, his heart racing.  He could still see, but he remained motionless
in fear.

   She approached, but veered-off, rummaging through one of the kitchen
drawers, and then another.  He couldn't see what she was doing, but he
could clearly hear her frustration until she found what she was looking
for. Her exit back to the living room was hurried, as she held the
ice-cream scoop in her hands.  The one He had moved this morning, as it was
in the wrong drawer.

   His mind raced as his thoughts came to the realization of why it was in
the wrong drawer, and what it may be used for at this moment.  He crept
closer to the crack of the door, watching and listening with deeper
interest now, more than ever.  Still, he wasn't prepared for what came
next...  It was almost him that came next...  Literally.

   Trish stood in front of Emily, and was now rubbing herself and gently
pushing the tip of the handle into her wet hole.  Trish stood with her legs
spread wide, letting Emily watch from the front, while Dave spied from
behind.  Little Emily's eyes widened as Trish slowly pushed the whole
handle, all four progressively larger bumps, into her slick depths.  Her
knees buckled a little, as she reached the hilt of the handle, just before
the cold metal scoop.

   Trish then took a seat next to Emily, on the couch, guiding her mouth
down to her wide-spread clit.  Her tongue darted and rolled around her
throbbing pointy clit, as Trish slowly began sliding the scoop-handle in
and out of her hole.  Her legs rose, feet up on the coffee-table, as Emily
continued to lick around the invading handle, gathering her sisters juices
as she fucked herself with the utensil.

   Emily eventually moved to the floor, to get a better view and reach with
her mouth on her sisters twitching button.  Emily was now slowly sliding a
finger into her tiny slit, displayed perfectly to Dave, under the
coffee-table.  Unfortunately, her head was blocking the view of the
intensified cunny spasms that Trish was now having.

   Almost ready to cum in his pants, Dave quickly looked around for
something to relieve himself on, or in.  A pair of panties, sitting on the
stairs, fallen from the basket, was all he could think-of to unload inside
of.  Without even looking through the crack of the door, he could clearly
hear his sisters deep moaning orgasm.  His cock barely out of the top of
his pants, he unloaded gush after gush into the tiny panties.

   When he came back to reality, Trish was now leaning over Emily, from the
side, and gently rubbing the tip of the slick handle up and down Emily's
thin slit.  Her tongue flicked back and forth across her tiny erect clit.
Emily would lift and lower her legs, frustrated at the handle not fitting
inside of her virgin hole.

   At the peak of her frustration, she grabbed hold of the scooper herself,
pushing it hard enough to show obvious pain on her face.  Then a sudden
jolt and the first knob popped inside of her tight hole.  The throbbing
hole greedily consumed the handle as a sigh of relief spread across her
previously pained face.  Her hands left the scoop, as it bounced wildly
from her uncontrollable contractions.

   Trish continued to lick around the stretched-out skin, teasing her
spread clit as the scoop continued to pulse up and down, and inward and
outward as she tried to relax.  Dave began cumming again, soaking the
panties beyond belief, as he watched.  While he came, Emily started to cry
and push Trish away, yelling that it was stuck.  Trish attempted to pull it
out, but Emily winced and shut her legs closed, with deep pain across her
face.

   Trish started to panic and said she was going to call Dave and tell him
to rush home.  Dave freaked, his phone was in his pocket.  Quickly, he
dropped the drenched panties on the stairs and tried to turn his ringer
off. He realized that he didn't know how to do that, so in a last resort,
he decided to try and slide the phone through the door, onto the
kitchen-counter.

   Seconds after he retracted his arm, the phone began to ring.  Trish ran
into the kitchen, hearing it ring.  "Shit, he forgot his phone.", she
mumbled.

   Emily begged, "Call Grace!"

   "Seriously, you want me to call Grace about this?", Trish asked.

   "Yes!", Emily begged, looking down at her violated hole.

   "Fine, but we have to hide Dave's stuff.  I hope he doesn't come home
early!"

   Trish called Grace and David took that window of opportunity to dash
away to his car.  He was going to go shopping now, as painful as it was,
and give them a call before heading home, from a payphone.  The last thing
he wanted to do was to embarrass them or have to explain who he was, to
Grace.  He also didn't want to explain why he was arriving with abduction
and sexual supplies, after her rescue of an ice-cream scoop from his little
sisters violated hole.

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   Part 6

   About an hour later, Dave called the house, mentioning that he forgot
his phone.  As a precaution, he said he was almost done shopping, though he
was actually finished.  Trish was calm when she answered the phone and gave
no indication that he should stay away.  Actually, she asked him to
hurry-up.  Once the conversation was over, he headed home, almost in a
hurry, out of curiosity.

   When he arrived, the girls were just lounging around and paid no
attention to him as he entered.  They said nothing about their little
emergency and Grace, luckily, was not there.

   "Did you get everything?", Trish asked, with an evil smile, expecting
him to say, "No".

   Dave proudly responded, "Yup...  Took a while to find rope...  The rest
of the stuff was at the grocery store."

   They both laughed at him.

   "You actually got everything!  I'll have to be careful now...  Since you
are not going to spank me, and you actually got all that stuff."

   Emily snaps out, "What...  He's not going to spank you!  Why not?"

   "Because I didn't want to get spanked.  He said he would torture me
instead..."

   Emily replied with a smile, "Oh, I'll stick with spankings then.  I've
been tortured enough today!"

   Trish shot her an evil eye, "Hush!"

   David, to break the tension, replied, "Yea, this morning cleaning was
torture enough.  We'll have to take a break from being bad and cruel to
each other for a while."

   "Yea...  No more torture today, said Emily, to Trish.

   "Well, then what are we going to do?", asked Trish.

   Dave thought for a moment, "We can go play mini-golf.  I saw a new place
on the way to the store.  Winner gets to pick a movie for us to watch,
before bed."

   All sorts of nasty thoughts ran through Trish's head, in hopes that she
would win.  Her movie selection intended to be one of her mothers dirty
movies.  "Wait, before bed...  Are we going to play mini-golf all day
long?", asked Trish.

   "No, we can go out to eat after playing, so there are no dirty dishes to
clean.  Maybe we can go shopping for your birthday present too.", Dave said
without any actual intentions other than what he stated.

   "I like the sound of that!", said Trish.

   "What about me?  You missed all my birthdays!", Emily added.

   Dave said, in a compromise, "Well, how about a big present for the both
of you.  For all of your missed birthdays."

   Both of them beamed, "YES!"

   Emily added, "Wait, what about your birthdays we missed?  We don't have
any money to buy you anything."

   "Well, you could do my share of the chores as a present to me!", he said
with hopes that they agreed to the modest request.

   "Nah, that's like a million presents.  You were only gone for six years.
We'll make you something out of popsicle-sticks, like we did for Mom.",
Trish laughed.

   "Whatever you give me, I will enjoy.  Even if it is just a
popsicle-stick decorated coffee mug.", Dave said with a smile.

   "Wow, you remember that?", asked Trish.

   Dave looked around for his bag, "Remember it...  I still have it..  In
my bag, wherever it is..."

   Trish replied, with almost a tear in her eye, trying to hide any emotion
in her response, "Oh, sorry.  We put your stuff in mom's room.  Just incase
someone decided to stop-in.  We didn't want it to look like you were
camping on the couch."

   Dave hid a smile, both from knowing the real reason, and from her
suppressed emotional reply.  "Good idea, smart.", said David, "So you want
to go now, or relax a bit longer?  I could use a shower first, myself." A
cold one, he thought to himself.

   "We can wait.", said Emily, obviously still a little tender, from the
spanking and from the ice-cream handle that was previously stuck in her
snatch.

   "Okay, than in an hour.  I'll be ready to beat you two at miniature
golf. Now I have to decide what we are going to watch as my reward.  A
marathon of zombie movies, or a marathon of vampire movies."

   Trish scoffed, "Pffft, Like you could win against us.  I'm going to make
you watch a marathon of mushy girl movies." But, to her, mush was hot sex
porn movies that Mom had hidden away in her room.

   "What if I win?  I don't know any movies...", Emily asked.

   David said, "If you win, we'll just let you control the remote.  Unless
you find a movie you want to watch in the movie-rack."

   "Deal!", said Emily.

   ---------------------------------

   Part 7

   Emily ended-up winning, chalked-up to beginners luck.  Though she didn't
grasp how it was winning, by having the least amount of fun.  With nine out
of eighteen accidental holes-in-one, her last hole was purposely played-out
with ten fun shots.  To her, it was more fun to keep smacking the ball
around, but she still won the whole game.

   Dave lost the game, and was offered the opportunity to select where they
ate, as the loser's consolation prize.  However, before eating, they went
shopping.  Well, they went window-shopping.  The girls couldn't find
anything they truly "wanted", right in that moment.  Instead, they
pretended as if they owned everything they saw.  They had more fun being
stupid-silly, as opposed to walking out of the shops with arms full of junk
they would never actually use.

   However, Dave did see something that Emily and Trish had eyeballed, but
dared not to pretend to "like".  He suspected those were things they
actually wanted, but were either too proud to ask for, or didn't want do
degrade their desires by acting stupid-silly about them.  They were a
little expensive, but well within his budget.  Money he had saved over the
years, working on the farm.

   Like him, the girls didn't surround themselves with many stupid toys. 
Dave planned to come back and get these two items.  Though they were not
toys, they were outfits.  Both of them would have been beautiful on the
girls, but he could only imagine, as they would not even pick them up, to
try them on.

   Finally, dinner time came around.  Everyone was starved, having skipped
lunch, due to all the gummy candies and other stuff they ate while playing
mini-golf.  Dave picked an old favorite restaurant of his, as a kid, which
was also Trish's favorite too.  Soon, this would become Emily's favorite,
as Mom had avoided this place, due to memories of her ex-husband, their
father.

   Everyone's eyes were bigger than their stomachs.  They sat at the table,
stuffed, with tons of uneaten food that they intended to take home.  Desert
wasn't even an option, but that didn't stop them from looking at the desert
menu.  They had to try and explain all the funny names to Emily, and all
the tastes that accompanied the funny names.

   Since they were too full to move, they stayed a little longer than
normal.  So long, that their waitress, who kindly wished to end her shift,
was asked to join them for a moment.  They even reassured her that they
would assist with cleaning-up the table, giving her a generous tip as an
added incentive to stay.  Though, she had already decided to stay, before
the additional things were even offered.  She had no plans and found Dave's
subtle charm, as well as the girls sweet nature, to be irresistible to
refuse.

   Samantha, the waitress, was able to relate to everyone.  Her brother had
been sent away when they were younger too.  Though he was truly only a
half-brother.  Years later, they were also reunited and similar events
ensued.  Though, this would not be known among them, until later.  They
found a settling comfort in her presence, enough that she was even invited
to hang-out for movie-time, and she was invited to Trish's party as well.

   However, she had to disappointingly protest to hang-out with them for
movie-time, due to prior engagements.  She was needed somewhere-else,
later-on that night, but nothing more was said about the details.  She had
simply, and covertly, dodged what the engagement was, and no-one pressed
her for details.  They didn't even question the avoidance of the topic,
which comforted her even more.  Most people would have, when she ever
mentioned it to others.

   Eventually, as promised, they helped her clear the table and prepared to
part ways.  Outside, before going home, the girls gave her a bug hug, as if
they had been friends or family, for life.  Dave, trying to be a gentleman,
extended his hand, but was given a hug too.  She whispered in his ear,
"I... did want to come over for movie-time, but I can't, tonight.  They
love you, a lot, and you shouldn't keep hiding that from them.  Trust me...
they need to know that you love them.  They are not as tough as they appear
to be."

   Dave stared a little longer than normal, into her eyes, smiling as if he
were talking to her with some kind of mental telepathy.  She smiled back,
as if answering his mind question, in a similar way.  Then she turned and
began to walk home, waving to everyone.

   "You are walking?", Dave asked.

   "Yes, I only live a few blocks away.", Samantha said.

   "We can give you a ride!", said Emily, eagerly.

   "No thank-you, I enjoy walking home...  It gives me time to unwind after
work, so I spend more time enjoying the moments I have at home, not
stressing-out about work while I am there.  It tarnishes a home, when you
bring work home with you."

   "Understood.  Well, have a safe and relaxing walk.", said Dave.

   "I will.  See you at the party Trish, Emily and Dave.  Bye, and have a
good movie-night.  Watch something you will all enjoy.  Don't be selfish
Em, and only watch something you want.  Share your reward and stop
tormenting one another!  You all deserve to be happy, not tortured...  It's
more rewarding in the long-run, I promise!  Oh, and before I forget...  Do
you mind if I bring someone with me?"

   Dave curiously asked, "A date?"

   "No, someone who I would like to meet all of you."

   Trish replied, "Yes, as long as they are as fun as you are!"

   "You already got your answer from the birthday girl.  That's not my
place to decide who comes to her party.  If it matters, my answer would
have been the same as hers.", said Dave.

   "Good, then we will see you again in two days.", said Samantha.

   "On and a half days...", replied Emily, trying to be smart, on Trish's
behalf.

   "Sorry Em, one and a half days then...  Bye...  For real this time...",
Samantha said as she pressed-on, away from them.

   With that final good-bye, they packed into the car.  But Dave had an
idea.  "Want to drive?", he asked Trish.

   "What, really?!?", asked Trish.

   "Yes, really...  I will help, but if you don't want to..."

   "No, Yes, I do...  Yes, please!", she begged.

   She climbed onto his lap and awaited instructions.  He made sure her
feet could reach the pedals, then gave her a quick lesson.  As they
drove-off, Trish honked and waved at Samantha, as they passed her.  She
smiled and waved back, watching as they nearly ran into the curb by her
distraction.  Dave was quick to avoid that disaster as Trish's steering
hand followed her waving hand, out the window.

   About half way home, Trish was not as interested in driving, distracted
by the booster seat which was taking a snug form underneath her.  She
glanced over at Emily, who was falling asleep already.  "Looks like
movie-night is off..  Em's asleep...", Trish said.  Dave looked over and
agreed, "Well, we can do that tomorrow night then.  I'm kind-of tired
myself."

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   Part 8

   "Is that why my seat is getting cozy all of a sudden?", she asked,
playfully, as she squirmed against his erection a little.

   "Sorry...  I tried my hardest to stop it.  I hoped that you wouldn't
notice."

   "Why try to stop it?  I still like knowing that I do that to you.  I
can't help noticing, because I am always looking for it.  It isn't as easy
to hide now, is it.", she said, referring to his grown-up erection,
compared to his boy-like erections he had six years ago.

   "Well, you do...", he said, in an almost disappointing tone.

   "You don't want me to do that?  Or are you upset because I still have
that effect on you?", she asked.

   "I'm not upset...  and I do, which is why I freak-out a little, when it
happens...", he confessed to her.

   "Well, don't freak-out.  We have been doing all of this stuff on
purpose, to torture you like this.  That is why I though you said you were
going to torture me.  Because you were coming back...  like we were, before
you left."

   "This was the reason I was sent away, sort-of."

   "I know, now, and I feel bad about that.  I have for years.  That was
torture, more than the last two days has been.", she said.

   Dave added, "That...  wasn't your fault..."

   Trish continued, "It sort-of was.  I was the one who convinced you to..
you know...  try doing that.  Even though I knew Mom was right down the
hall."

   "You didn't have to convince me, I wanted to, and I knew Mom was down
the hall too.  I actually wanted her to catch us..."

   "What?  Why?", she asked.

   "So we wouldn't have to hide anymore.  It was a stupid plan, now that I
realize everything a little better.  Back then, it sounded like a good
idea.", he admitted, confessing to her.

   "That was part of the fun...  Just like now...  Mom's only a few hours
away and could come home at any moment, unannounced.  Plus, you think you
aren't supposed to be there, which I don't understand...  but it is more
fun that way, more exciting.", she concluded.

   Dave explained, "I'll explain that later, about Mom...  But, you are
right, this is sort-of fun.  Also, for me, it is a little scary.  For
reasons I am sure you understand by now."

   [Pffft], she added, "What?  Jail?  Prison?  Screw that!  I love you and
would deny that anything happened between us, if any judge asked.  Even if
they threatened to put me in jail too.  But I am not the only one that
loves you like that, and you are not the only one that I love like that."

   "Em...", Dave asked, with a coy reply, knowing that was the answer.

   "Yes, and it seems your little waitress friend may have a thing for us
as well, I hope...  She was cute and I think she was looking at us all the
same...  Like she grew-up with us or something."



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