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 Brittany Revisited {John Michaels} (mf nc span incest anal)

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   Chapter II - Nicole

   Brittany went to school the next day feeling happier than she'd been for
months.  For weeks, she had known what a shallow, useless life she'd been
leading.  And now she was out of it.  Her old hobby - clothes, makeup,
chattering - was behind her.  She had a new hobby now - living up to her
brother's image of her, and trying to make up for all the pain she'd caused
him.  It wasn't a chore, either.  She'd enjoyed herself last night, more
than she could ever remember before.

   Between lessons, Melanie and Nicole called to her.  "Hi, Britt!  Come
round tonight?"

   "Can't make it, I'm afraid," she shouted back.  "Gotta get some work
done!"

   "Fine.  That's what we want, too."

   "Sorry, guys.  I need my own computer - that's where I've got all my
notes."

   "Ok - we'll come round to your place."

   "No, thanks.  I really need to work on it by myself." Damn, they were
being persistent.

   "Ok.  Be seeing you!" The two girls stalked off, noses in the air.

   Soon after Brittany and Rob got home that afternoon, the telephone rang.
Rob answered.

   "Oh.  Hi, Melanie." Rob covered the mouthpiece.  "It's Melanie for you,
Britt."

   Britt took the phone, but motioned for Rob to pick up the kitchen
extension.

   "Hi, Mel.  What can I do for you?"

   "Britt, darling!  That work you're doing.  The class maths assignment?"

   "That's right.  It'll take me most of the evening, so there's no way I
can get out tonight."

   "And while you're going for your zillionth 'A' grade, do you care about
your friends?"

   "Sorry?"

   "We've got assignments, too.  We need a little help." A little help,
right.  In other words, Britt doing three assignments instead of one.  Mel
and Nikki's only contribution was to read through the whole thing so that
at least they understood it enough to answer questions.  And they even
skimped _that_ small chore.

   "Look, Mel.  Of course I'll help a little, if I can.  But you've got to
start doing at least some of the work.  The teachers are getting
suspicious. Both of you friends of mine, and your grades shoot up through
the roof as soon as we start getting together, and you don't even seem to
know what you've written about!"

   "You dare to say that!  After all we've done for you?  The clothes, the
makeup - we've taken you places, introduced you to some pretty fine people,
given you the kind of social life you wanted ..."

   "Mel, look.  Yes, I'm grateful for what you tried to do.  But I think
I'll have to back out.  The way you like to live, it's not for me.  Hanging
around in bars, chattering about nothing much - it's a bit, well ..."

   "A bit _what_?"

   "A bit ...  boring, I'd say."

   "_Boring!_ You're calling us _boring!_ You ungrateful little _bitch_! 
We're coming round, now!" The phone went down.

   "Uh-oh, sis!  You've made yourself a couple of enemies there, I reckon!"

   Brittany looked scared.  "Don't let them in, Rob!  Please!"

   "How soon could they get here?"

   "Um - if they're both at Mel's house, about a half hour.  But they
probably won't be.  Nikki will have gone home first.  Probably only just
got there.  So Mel will call her, she'll go to Mel's, then they'll both
come on here.  Maybe an hour."

   "Should be time enough to set them a little trap."

   "What kind of trap?"

   "If we can get them on videotape trying to force you to write their
assignments, and admitting that they've done it before, we can make them
leave you alone."

   Britt considered it.  "Hey, Rob - that's blackmail you're talking about
- again!"

   "Yup.  Reckon it is.  Do you reckon I can make a career out of it?" They
both laughed, and hugged each other, then swung into action.

   Rob set up the video camera inconspicuously on the wardrobe in Britt's
room, between a couple of boxes.  Control and data cables from it, through
the wall into Rob's room next door, linked to video recorder and TV.

   Brittany grinned.  "I'm glad Dad had that channel put in between our
rooms, for the computer network link."

   "Me too," said Rob.  "This way, I can see and hear what's going on."

   "Yes, that's good.  Melanie sounded pretty scary."

   "We've got some time left.  Let's run a cable from the video recorder in
my room to the TV in yours."

   "Why should we need that?"

   "Then, if we need to, I can play back the video through your TV.  Show
them what we've got on them - without letting them near the actual tape."

   "Fine.  And then we're done here, with some time to spare."

   Rob looked at his watch.  "At least three minutes if they were coming
straight over, at least a half-hour if Nicole was at her place."

   They finished up, and headed for the lounge, and watched TV for a while,
with Rob's hand inside his sister's panties and her hand stroking his cock.
She undid his zipper, and watched it spring free.

   "I was reading something about deepthroating.  I'd like to have a go."

   "Be my guest!", grinned Rob.

   Brittany knelt in front of him, and took about half his length into her
mouth.  Then she pushed down a little further, then some more.  Suddenly,
she broke off, retching.

   "Sorry, Rob.  It caught the back of my throat.  The angle's wrong ... 
let me figure."

   Rob watched his sister considering the problem, as if it were a set
question in geometry.

   "Ok", she decided.  "Let's try it this way.  Lie down on the floor ...
that's right.  Now I kneel above you, like I did yesterday ...  that should
be better.  Now your cock's pointing the same direction as my throat.  The
way we were before, it was trying to head up into my nose!"

   This time, she did better from the start.  About three-quarters, and
more feeding in all the time.  It was in her throat!  Rob could feel the
cartilage rings rubbing against the head of his cock, backwards and
forwards.  Suddenly, she disengaged.

   "Hey, Britt!  That was great - but why did you stop?"

   "Because, dear, darling Brother", she panted, "I couldn't breathe!  Your
big fat cock was blocking the way completely!"

   "Oh.  Pity - I was enjoying that!  Sorry."

   "Don't be.  We'll get there.  I can hold my breath - I can nearly swim a
length underwater, remember."

   Rob remembered the exercises she'd learned and performed - deep
breathing, while swinging arms back and forward for extra lung expansion,
to hyperventilate as much oxygen into her bloodstream as possible.  And
found it strangely amusing to see his skinny little sister doing the same
exercises for a very different purpose.  Instead of swimming a length, she
planned on _taking_ a length - _his_ length - down her throat.  After two
minutes of determined exercising, she got back to work.  This time, there
was no hesitation.  Straight down the throat, in and out, in and out ... 
he reached a very fast climax, which she reacted to by making the _in_
stroke as deep as she could, and holding it there, gently tickling his
testicles as if to increase the semen flow.  He lay there gasping, as his
creamy fluids gushed straight down Britt's throat and into her stomach. 
Eventually the flow slackened, and she gently withdrew, licking the last
few drops from the end of his knob.

   "Was that ok?"

   "That was terrific!  You are one amazing girl!"

   "I learn fast.  And I like learning this stuff.  It's _way_ better than
schoolwork!"

   They decided that they'd better leave the experimenting there for a
while.  They were going to need all their wits about them for the coming
confrontation.  They were sitting separately, watching TV, when the door
chime sounded.

   "That's probably for me, Rob", she said, keeping to her role.  She went
to the door.  As expected, Melanie and Nicole stood there.

   "Uh ...  hi, you two!"

   "Hi, Britt!", said Nicole.  "Look - Mel thinks you might have got the
wrong idea on the phone.  We're not angry.  We're your friends.  Friends do
each other favors."

   "Just a minute, Nikki", said Brittany, casting a worried look in Rob's
direction, still in character.  "I think we'd better go upstairs and talk,
don't you?"

   They went upstairs, and into her room.  Brittany closed the door behind
them.  As soon as it was shut, Rob skimmed swiftly but silently up to his
room, turning on the TV and recorder.  The TV sound was switched low, so it
wouldn't carry back into Britt's room, but easily clear enough for him to
follow the conversation.

   Nicole: "Like I was saying, friends do each other favors.  You've done
us some, we've done you some.  Although, according to Mel, you don't think
they were exactly favors we were doing."
Melanie: "She said we were boring!  Us!"
Nicole: "Now, don't go off on one, Mel.  Let's hear what Britt has to
say about that."
Britt: "I didn't say you were boring, Mel.  I just said that I was
getting a little bored with what we were doing.  Drinking, clothes talk,
boy talk.  Always the same.  I guess I get bored easily."
Mel: "Oh, we do _lots_ more exciting things than that.  Maybe she's
ready to hear about them, Nikki.  What do you think?"
Nikki: "Maybe later.  First, though, we've got a big problem.  Those
assignments have to be handed in end of this month.  No excuses, they said.
Mel and I don't have a chance, and we finish up the term flunking a
required subject!"
Britt: "So, what do you need me to do?"
Rob, next door, smiled with pride in his sister.  She hadn't offered

anything, just waited for them to lay it openly on the line.
Nikki: "We'd like you to help us with our papers."
Britt: "So, how far have you gone with them?"
Mel: "We haven't.  Don't know where to start, as usual."
Britt: "So, you don't exactly want help.  You want me to do the whole
paper?"
Mel: "That's right.  We'd be so grateful!  We really do need those
grades."
Britt: "I've been thinking.  It doesn't sound very honest.  Shouldn't
people work for the grades they get?"
Mel: "This is a fine time to go soft on us!  If you hadn't been writing
our assignments all term, we'd have had to keep up with the work, then we'd
know what we needed to do this one.  So it's your fault."

   _Wow!  Open confession about past cheating!_

   Britt: "No, Mel, it's not my fault.  You asked me.  You pleaded.  At
first, it was 'just this once'.  And then every week.  Lately, it's been
every assignment.  And you won't even take the time to learn what's in the
work I've done for you.  If you'd done that, you'd be able to do this one
without my help.  It's mainly just a summary of the term's work."
Nikki: "You were happy enough to do it.  You did pretty well out of us!"
Britt: "Yes, I was grateful to you.  You got me into a world that I'd
always wanted.  Gave me a few cast-off clothes.  Later on, sold me more
clothes."
Mel: "At one heck of a discount!"
Britt: "Sure.  But you were tired of them, and wouldn't have worn them
again anyway.  So no great sacrifice on your part.  Meanwhile, I was
sitting up night after night doing your schoolwork for you!"
Nikki: "Hey, calm down, guys!  No need to fight about who did what, and
who gained most.  If a relationship's working right, everybody gains. 
Yes?"
Britt: "I suppose so.  Ok, I'll calm down.  I don't see why I should do
your assignments, but I'll listen good while you tell me."
Mel: "That's better.  I'm sorry I'm a bit sharp at the moment.  It's
past time for my medication.  Have you got that bottle you're looking after
for me, Britt?"
Britt: "Sure, I have.  That's why you asked me to keep it, because you
keep losing things and I don't."
Rob saw her delve into her school bag, emerging with a small brown
bottle, which she gave to Mel.  Mel took out a capsule, and swallowed it

straight down.  She handed one to Nikki, who did the same.

   Britt: "What are you taking Mel's medication for, Nikki?  Isn't that
dangerous?"
Nikki: "Not this stuff, it isn't.  Prescription medicines, yeah, they
shouldn't be passed around.  But this is just feel-good medication. 
Nothing dangerous, and it works for everybody.  Try some!"
Britt: "Uh ...  no thanks.  I'm feeling pretty good already." Rob saw
her grin at the camera, and smiled back.
Mel: "Honey, you don't know anything!  This stuff really works.  It
makes you feel good, and helps you to party all night long if you want. 
And I usually want!"
Nikki: "You think you're feeling good now, but the high you get from
just one of these little capsules is out of this world!
Britt: "You mean, it's an illegal drug?"
Mel: "Sure, if you want to take it like that.  The Man doesn't want us
enjoying ourselves.  He wants us working our butts off, paying taxes, so he
can live high on the hog."
Britt: "Who do you mean, 'The Man'?"
Nikki: "The bastards who run the country.  They run it for themselves,
not for us.  All they want out of us is work.  They don't want us to have
fun.  They keep all the fun for themselves.  And believe me, they got
_plenty_ of these little pills.  All they could want!"
Britt: "I've heard that drugs are expensive.  Is your allowance that
big? I thought it all went on clothes and things."
Mel: "Allowance!  Let me tell you what my fucking parents did to my
allowance.  They cut it right back!  I probably get less than you do.  And
so does Nikki."
Britt: "But ...  you always have loads of nice new things, both of you.
And why would they cut your allowances?  I would have thought they'd have
been pleased with you, with your grades going up lately."
Nikki: "This was a while back, before we got to know you properly. 
Mel's father caught her with her little bottle.  Decided she had too much
cash, and cut it down to soda-pop and bus-fare level.  Telephoned my
mother, who searched my room.  Found _my_ little bottle, did the same to my
allowance."
Britt: "But what about all the new clothes?"
Mel: "We told them that our whole social life was based around fashion.
We _had_ to have new clothes, otherwise we might as well stop living.  So,
what the bastards did was give us charge accounts at some of the shops.  We
could buy clothes, but nothing else.  And they got the receipts, and
checked against our wardrobes to make sure we weren't buying stuff to sell
on.  Made sure we got plenty of wear out of everything we bought."
Nikki: "Didn't check the underwear, though.  We made a bit of cash
getting slips and panties for some of our friends, but not enough."
Britt: "So that's why you were selling old clothes to me!"
Rob admired the way Britt was leading the questioning, while just
looking interested.  He also noticed how relaxed and loose-tongued the
others had become ever since taking the 'medication'.  This sure was
getting interesting!  He fantasized about Mel and Nikki, naked and panting,
with their legs apart and their little cunts and assholes ready for action.
He wondered how long it would take to make the full round of six - nine

counting Britt - orifices, climaxing into each.

   Mel: "That's right!  Money from you, money from underwear sales, it
still wasn't enough to pay for the pills we needed.  We asked the guy who
sold them to cut us a deal."
Britt: "Uh ...  what sort of a deal?"
Nikki: "You know ...  we line him up some new customers, he gives us a
discount.  We know a lot of kids in school.  Or we could sell it on for
him. That sort of thing."
Mel: "He laughed at us.  Said he had all the business he needed, at the
full price."
Nikki: "Then he offered us another deal.  Didn't sound so great at
first, but it turned out all right."
Britt: "What was that?"
Nikki: "He always had girls around.  He was getting all he needed.  But
he'd never had any really young stuff.  Offered us a free bottle each, in
exchange for a fuck."
Britt: "What?  And you went for it?"
Mel: "Not a whole lot of choice, honey.  Once you've had one of these
little pills, life without them is pretty flat.  And it wasn't so bad. 
Don't know why people make such a big deal of it."
Britt (still looking mildly interested): "So you carried on giving him

sex in exchange for the pills?"

   Nikki: "We tried, but he wasn't interested.  He said he'd enjoyed it,
but once was enough.  Offered to put us in touch with other guys who might
be more regular."
Mel: "There's a lot of guys out there who like fucking really young
girls.  And they're willing to pay plenty."
Nikki: "And that, dear, sweet, innocent little Brittany, is how we pay
for our pills, and our booze, and our makeup, and half our clothes."
Britt: "You're hookers!"
Mel: "Don't say that, you little bitch!  We do it because we have to! 
And only one night a week, or sometimes maybe two.  It's not like we're
professionals or anything."
Nikki: "If our parents hadn't stopped our allowances ...  anyway, there
you were, the famous Brittany Kramer, brightest girl the school's ever
seen. Panting to be like us.  We figured, get you on our side, get a little
help with our work, our parents start loving us again, our allowances get
reinstated, and we can kiss goodbye to our part-time job and our nasty,
sweaty clients."
Britt: "So you never really liked me.  It was just a put-on, to get me
to do your work for you.  Get out!  I hate you both!"
Nikki: "Come on, Britt.  Don't be like that.  That's how it was at the
start, sure, but we like you now.  We really like you.  Please ..."
Mel: "Don't bother, Nikki.  She's not going to come across with anything
for us.  Miss Goody Two-Shoes!  She hates me?  What a laugh ...  I hate
everything about her, from the cute little bow in her hair to her sweet
little pink toes!  She's so good, she makes me want to vomit!  There's a
better way of doing this."
Britt: "What do you mean?"
Mel: "I mean, that we are going to hold you down and force a couple of
these little pills down your throat.  You'll fight against it at first, but
you'll thank us for it later.  And soon you'll be begging to do our work,
just so you can get some more."
Nikki: "And she can maybe take her turn with the creeps, as well!"
Mel: "Great idea, Nikki!  I know at least one guy who'll pay a lot extra
for a sweet little nervous virgin.  If we can find two or three guys, we
can get an auction going!  Right ...  let's get started."
She counted out two pills from the bottle, and headed towards Brittany,
who looked to be frozen with fear.  Nicole got there first, and pushed
Brittany roughly down on to the bed.  She clamped her teeth shut, but the
two girls were twisting her arms, pinching her, anything to try to make her
open her mouth and scream.  As soon as the mouth was open, the pills would

be in.

   Suddenly, the door flew open.  Rob stood there, looking thunderous.

   "_Get away from my sister!_"

   The two attackers backed off.  "It wasn't anything, Rob", trilled Mel,
oozing charm.  "We were just larking about - weren't we, Britt."

   "No, Rob", said Brittany, dully.  "They weren't.  They were trying to
force some of those pills" - she pointed at the bottle - "down my throat.
They wanted to turn me into a drug addict."

   "Don't be silly, Brittany!", said Nicole.  "Why on earth would we want
to do that?"

   "Wait there, you two", ordered Rob.  "I'll be right back.  Don't do
anything to Britt, or you'll be really sorry!"

   He went to his room and hit rewind/play on the video recorder.  Then
back to Brittany's room, where the two girls were still trying to look
innocent.  He turned on the television.  Melanie and Nicole were at first
puzzled, then horrified, by what they saw and heard.  Rob showed the first
minute or so, up to Melanie saying "Oh, we do _lots_ more exciting things
than that.  Maybe she's ready to hear about them, Nikki.  What do you
think?", before turning off the TV.

   "You were right on the mark there, Melanie", said Rob.  "Though I'm not
sure your parents will find what you do exciting."

   The girls listened with growing apprehension, the effects of the drug
fading as they faced the sobering truth.

   "I love my little sister.  I like to look after her.  You scared her,
Mel, when you threatened her on the telephone.  So we set up this little
recording studio to catch the two of you trying to bribe or bully Brittany
into helping you to cheat your schoolwork.  That's all.  We were going to
tape it, show you we'd taped it, and tell you to get out of her life, leave
her alone, or we'd show the tape to your parents and the school.  But after
what I've heard ...  you're a couple of underage hookers, turning tricks to
buy drugs.  You even wanted to sell drugs yourselves, to turn other kids
into addicts.  You pretended to befriend my sister, so that she could get
you in good with your parents and get your allowance back, so you could buy
even more drugs.  Ok.  You're cheating the school, you're cheating your
parents, you're breaking a lot of laws, you're wrecking your bodies.  Maybe
not my business, although I know your parents and they're good people who
deserve better.  And I'm darned sure the school does.  What is my business,
though, is those last few minutes, which are also on tape.  When you tried
to turn my sister into another drug-crazed hooker like yourselves.  That I
can't forgive."

   Melanie swallowed convulsively.  "Please, Rob.  We didn't mean it."

   Brittany spoke up for the first time.  "Oh, yes you did, Mel.  Every
word."

   "We didn't really", wailed Nicole.  "It was the drugs talking."

   "Oh, yes", said Rob.  "That reminds me.  The wonderful feel-good
capsules.  Tell me, why were they in Britt's bag?"

   "Our moms have been talking to each other.  They think we might still be
taking them.  They could search our rooms, search our bags.  We know the
school searches lockers now and then, so we couldn't leave them there."

   "So you got Britt to hold them for you.  If they're found - hey, not
your problem.  _Bitches!"_

   "What ...  what are you going to do, Rob?", asked Melanie.

   "Tell your parents.  I think I'd better just describe what's on the
tape. I don't think they could bear to actually watch it, the poor souls."

   "No, Rob!", cried Nicole.  "Please.  They'd be so terribly hurt!  And
like you say, they're good people.  We'll do anything you say, won't we,
Mel?"

   "Yes, Rob!  Please?  Please don't show my parents that tape."

   Rob made eye contact with Brittany, to try to get her take on the
situation.  To his surprise, she was obviously trying to avoid bursting out
laughing.  Suddenly he realised.  It was almost a replay of last night's
scene between the two of them, except that now there were _two_
thirteen-year-olds pleading for their lives.  He recognised the symmetry in
the situation, and flashed a grin at her.  They were obviously of the same
mind.  So, what should he do?  There was no doubt, he could turn his
fantasy into reality here.  He could rape them from now to Christmas, over
and over again.  Ask his buddies to join in for a party.  Anything.  They
couldn't have become hookers if they were prudish.  Again, the picture rose
up in his mind's eye.  Two pairs of tits.  Two cunts.  Two assholes.  Two
mouths.  And all of them available, for anything he wanted.  He could have
a _lot_ of fun here.  It wasn't like the previous night, where he was
driven partly by anger and hatred, but mostly by relief at getting out of
Britt's clutches.  This time, he was calm, in control of himself, and
definitely in the driving seat!  The two girls would do anything -
_ANYTHING_ - rather than let their parents find out.  All this passed
through his mind in an instant, followed by the realization that it wasn't
what he wanted.  He'd done the rape thing yesterday.  Today, he just wanted
to punish the girls for what they'd tried to do to Britt.  And it would
work better if he stayed in control of himself.

   "Right.  You'll do anything I ask?"

   "Anything at all.  Please!"

   "Ok.  Take your clothes off.  Both of you.  You'd better go into my
room, Britt.  I'd rather you didn't watch this."

   Britt looked as if she was about to argue, then noticed him pointedly
glancing at the camera.  She'd be able to watch whatever was going to
happen, without losing her nervous-virgin reputation.  The Brittany they
thought they knew _certainly_ wouldn't want to watch her brother with two
naked hookers!  The real one thought that she probably would!

   Melanie and Nicole stripped, with a lot less reluctance than Brittany
had shown.  Their life as hookers had obviously removed any
body-consciousness.  Rob took some time to admire the view.  After so many
months of frustration, suddenly he was getting to see a lot more than his
share of pussy!

   Mel, to his surprise, had looked better with her clothes on.  She wasn't
fat, but her muscles, especially on her legs and upper arms, hung flabbily.
Her abdomen sagged as well.  He remembered that she used to go out for
sports, but clearly her new life didn't involve much exercise.  Her short
blonde hair had been mussed when she took off her T-shirt, and she hadn't
bothered primping it back into place.  Her cunt had quite a lot of darkish
hair around it.  Not a natural blonde, then!  Her tits were quite large and
firm, though.  Quite a bit bigger than Britt's.  He was tempted to grab
hold of them, but that wasn't part of his game plan, so he had to pass up
the chance.

   Nicole was part-black, so hadn't tried to bleach her hair.  It hung
long, black and glossy, down to within six inches of her ass.  Smaller
tits, about the same size as Brittany, but a glorious shade of brown.  She
was shades of brown all over, and looked wonderful.  She hadn't let herself
go like her friend - her muscles were taut and well-defined, and she moved
like a ballet dancer.  Rob didn't notice any pubic hair.  Likely there was
some, but fine, and nearly the same shade as her skin.

   He sat down on the bed, and beckoned to Melanie.

   "Come here, and lay across my knees."

   "What are you going to do?"

   "Something you should have had a long time ago.  A really good
spanking."

   "No!  You can't!" Melanie had obviously been expecting something more
conventional.  Well, she was going to be disappointed in that, too.

   "Look, Melanie", he growled.  "Either you get across my knees and take
your punishment - quietly, we don't want to disturb the neighbours - or I
show your parents that tape.  Your choice."

   Very slowly and unwillingly, she laid down across his legs, ass upwards.
He took the chance to examine it more closely.  After all, it was only the
second he'd been able to check.  A little broader than Britt's, with a
little less "spring" to the muscles.  She really should get some exercise.
If nothing else, she'd be able to put her price up!  He stroked the
quivering globes gently, and then brought his hand down hard on the left
buttock.  Melanie jerked with the impact, but made no sound.

   "You've brought this on yourself, Melanie." _Slap_, on the other
buttock. "You've cheated your parents, the school, and my sister." SLAP, at
the top of the buttocks.  "Most of all, though, you've cheated yourself. 
You used to be a happy, pretty girl." _SLAP_, at the bottom of the
buttocks. "You're not either of those things now, are you?" And one final,
resounding _SLAP_, dead centre.  "Now get off, and go and sit over there.
Or stand, if you'd rather."

   Melanie moved off, leaking tears, her lips trembling.  She didn't look
happy, or pretty.  He beckoned to Nicole, who took up her position.  Once
again, he took the opportunity to run his hands over a fresh young ass. 
Firmer than Melanie's, and narrower.  Nearly as nice as Britt's.  Or was he
biased?

   "I could have forgiven the two of you, if you hadn't mistreated my
sister." Slap, on the left buttock.  "Pretending to befriend her, when you
only wanted to use her." _Slap_, on the right.  "Getting her to unknowingly
carry drugs for you, so she took your risks for you." SLAP, on the top. 
"And then trying to force drugs down her throat, knowing it would wreck her
life like it's wrecking yours." _SLAP_, on the bottom.  "I can forgive most
things, but I can't forgive what you did, and what you tried to do, to my
pretty, bratty, feisty, bright little sister.  Never." Again, a final,
resounding _SLAP_ in the middle.

   "Ok, you two.  Get dressed, and get out."

   "You're not going to ..."

   "To fuck you?  Not a chance.  I'd want a doctor's certificate, proving
you're clean, before I'd go anywhere near your cunts.  And anyway, I get
all the lovin' I need." One for the camera, that.  He could imagine Britt
beaming with pleasure.  In fact, she was blowing kisses at the TV screen
next door.  "Why should I want more from a couple of two-bit whores?  No.
Just get out, stay clean, and stay away from my sister.  If I hear that
you've been turning tricks, or doing drugs, or even talking to Britt, those
tapes go to your parents.  Understand me?"

   "Uh ...  yes.  But ..."

   "But nothing.  Put your clothes on and get out of here.  Better make it
fast - you've got a lot of schoolwork to catch up on!"

   The four teenagers went downstairs, the two young hookers firing searing
glances at Rob and Brittany.  Britt opened the door to let them out, only
to be confronted by her father, about to put his key in the lock.  _Wow! 
That timing was closer than she liked!_

   "Hi, dad!  Just showing Melanie and Nicole out.  They've been round to
see me."

   "Hi, girls.  I've seen you around with Brittany.  Not going out
tonight?"

   "Not tonight, Mr Kramer.  We have to do some schoolwork."

   "So why not stay and do it here.  I'm sure Rob and Britt can give you a
hand."

   Rob interjected.  "No, Dad.  They need stuff on their computers at home,
and in their schoolbooks.  Well, goodbye you two.  Nice to meet you." He
closed the door after them.

   "They seemed in a hurry to leave", said Mr Kramer.  "And they didn't
seem very happy about something.  And come to think of it, you seemed to be
pushing them out, Rob.  Anything I should know?"

   "Look, Dad, we'll level with you if you promise not to tell anybody
else", said Rob.

   "Well, I'm not sure ..."

   "It's no big deal really.  We've taken care of it."

   "Ok, if you say so.  I won't breathe a word.  What happened?"

   "They're behind on their schoolwork.  They were trying to bully Britt
into doing their projects for them."

   "What?  Is that right, Britt?  It sounds like a pretty big deal to me!"

   "No, Dad", said Brittany.  "Not really.  I thought they were my friends,
but all they wanted was homework help.  Maybe I'd have done it if they'd
asked me politely, but they weren't nice at all.  They won't be coming back
- I've finished with them."

   "I'm sorry to hear that.  I know you miss your Mom, and it looked as if
Melanie and Nicole were giving you lessons in how to be grownup."

   "Yes, they did.  They helped me quite a lot - about clothes, makeup,
hairstyles ...  all the things I'll need to know.  That's why I don't want
them getting into trouble."

   "You have my word.  But I wish you hadn't said you'd have helped them if
they'd asked more politely.  Cheating's wrong."

   "But if they're going to flunk out if they don't get the grades ..."

   "Look, you two.  I build things.  Right now, I'm building a bridge. 
Like all the other engineers on the site, I've got a lot of paper
qualifications saying I know how to put up the bridge right.  If any of us
had cheated to get those qualifications, the bridge could be faulty and
people's lives put at risk.  That's why it's never smart to cheat.  If
somebody just wants something explained, then fine - do it.  Sometimes
class teaching doesn't take, and you need a little one-on-one.  That's the
kind of help that's worthwhile, because any grades awarded are really
earned."

   "I guess that's what I meant", said Brittany.  "If they'd asked me to
help them learn.  But that's not what they wanted, and I wouldn't do it."

   "Good girl.  Hmm ...  something wrong with your hand, Rob?  You're
rubbing it, and it looks sore."

   "Uh ...  nothing too bad.  I stopped a fast baseball today, and I wasn't
set right."

   "Did you drop it?"

   "No", said Rob, grinning.  "It hurt, but I kept hold."

   "That's the way!  Never let them know they've hurt you.  Come on, let's
eat!"

   That evening, Brittany slipped into Rob's room while he was doing his
schoolwork."

   "Thanks, Rob."

   "For what?"

   "For everything.  For getting Mel and Nikki off my back.  For feeding me
that line to Dad, so I could tell him some of the truth about what
happened."

   "Just not the whole truth.  Dad's not easy to lie to."

   "He surely isn't.  So why that garbage about the baseball?  Now that
_was_ a direct lie!"

   "I had to think fast.  Anyway, he believed it - which he probably
wouldn't, if I told him why my hand _really_ hurt!"

   "Good thing he didn't notice the funny way Mel and Nikki were walking!
You must've hit them a lot harder than you hit me.  Why was that?  I'd been
bleeding you white for months.  You hated me, and you had a real chance to
take it out on me.  Why'd you go soft?"

   "Like I said yesterday, a lot of the anger went when I knew you didn't
have a hold over me.  What I mainly felt was happy and relieved."

   "So what I got were 'happy slaps', then?  They seemed pretty sharp at
the time!"

   "Yeah.  I don't know ...  I suppose I hoped that a few words from the
heart, underlined with a couple of smacks, might put you straight."

   "And I think it did.  So you weren't really punishing me, you were
trying to help me?"

   "Hey, I'm not a goddam saint!  You think I forced you to give me that
blowjob to _help_ you?  That was for me, pure and simple."

   "Whether you meant it to or not, it did help me.  I was right off the
rails, and I needed something big to put me back on.  And just in time,
too."

   "Why?  Apart from the fact that I was thinking of blowing my brains out
in despair."

   "You wouldn't have done that to Dad.  No, it was what Mel and Nikki
tried to do tonight.  My stubbornness forced them to show their hand too
soon, but I think they'd always planned to turn me into - what did you call
it - a 'drug-crazed hooker'.  They'd have been a bit more subtle, but I was
under their spell.  Two days ago, if they'd asked me to take that pill I'd
have swallowed it.  Then where would I be?"

   "Being auctioned off to the highest bidder!  That's really sick, Britt.
And _that_'s why I finished up with a bruised hand."

   "So, a threat to me is worse than a threat to you?"

   "Sure.  You're my kid sister.  I have to look after you."

   "I thought you were going to fuck them both, Rob.  Why didn't you?  It
was there on a plate!"

   "It went through my mind", he grinned.  "Of course it did!  But I was
lecturing them about self-control.  If I'd given in and done what I wanted,
I'd have been no better than they were."

   "You're right.  You're always right, damn you!  Why did I treat you so
bad for all that time?"

   "Well, you're making up for it now, sis!  You've been treating me very
well indeed!!"

   They kissed, making a production of it.  Britt put her hand into Rob's
shorts, and started rubbing his cock.  Soon she was kneeling in front of
him, giving him a first-class blowjob - not a 'deepthroat', but a slurpy
performance using lips, tongue and cheek.  He tried to hold back, but shot
his load quickly into his sister's mouth.  She kept up the rhythm,
swallowing in time with his spurts.

   "I wish we could go to bed, Rob.  Then I could thank you properly."

   "No way.  Rule #1 - not with Dad in the house.  If we get careless, we
get caught.  Maybe not this time, but eventually.  Anyway, we've both got
work to do." She left with a sigh, and Rob took a few minutes before he
started work to fix the memory of three teenage asses, in front of him and
available.

   A week later, Nicole sidled up to Brittany at school.

   "Please, Britt, talk to me.  What we did was awful, I know that now. 
I'm going to try like hell to change my life, but I need a straight friend
to help me.  Will you?"

   Remembering her own recent conversion from bitch to nice guy (with an
inward smile at certain things she did that most people wouldn't consider
so nice), Brittany was tempted into replying.

   "I don't know, Nikki.  Maybe you and Mel are still playing good-cop,
bad-cop with me, like before."

   "No way!  I'm here to warn you, Mel wants to hurt you and your brother
any way she can.  I've seen her temper before, but I've never seen her this
angry.  Stay out of dark alleys, kid!"

   Suddenly, Rob appeared.  "Ok, sis.  Leave this to me.  Nicole, I made it
pretty clear last week.  Get away from my sister.  Your final warning!"

   "Rob," said Brittany, "she sounds like she might be trying to turn
straight.  She's asking for my help."

   "Look, Britt.  Nicole and I had better have a quiet talk.  Why don't you
get on to your class.  We'll talk later." Brittany left.  Rob turned to
Nicole.

   "Get straight, stay straight, and I might think about letting you talk
to Britt.  Meanwhile, no.  I can't trust you or your sidekick.  You're both
bad news.  Maybe you need help, but I won't risk that you might be lying
again."

   "Melanie hates you", said Nicole.  "Probably even worse than she hates
your sister.  She's looking for a way to bring you down, and thinks she
might have found it."

   "How?  If she tries anything, that tape goes to her parents."

   "Mel doesn't think so.  Her plan started when I said that I wanted out,
wanted to clean up my act.  At first, she was furious with me.  Then she
said 'fine - keep clean just like Rob said.  If you're being good, he won't
use the tape against me 'cause it'll bring you down as well.  He's as
goody-goody as his sister, and he'll keep his word to you.' Then she told
me what she planned."

   Rob began to get a bit worried.  Melanie was right - the tape was a
weapon against both girls or neither.  And he couldn't, in conscience, use
it against Mel if Nicole hadn't done anything wrong.  Or was Nicole part of
the plan?  Coming here with a story to spike his guns?

   "Ok, give.  What does she think she can do to me?"

   "It started as we were walking away from your house last week.  She was
raging.  'What the hell's it to do with Rob, anyway?', she said.  'My
brothers have never stood up for me.  All they've ever tried to do is get
into my pants - say, I bet that's it!  She's giving him a piece, so he'll
fight her battles for her!  Little miss goody-twoshoes!  Wait till we
spread this one around!' I pointed out that we couldn't, because of the
tapes.  Then, today I told her I'd been straight for a week, and was
staying that way.  She realised that if I did you wouldn't use the tape, so
she could go back with her plan to wreck you and your sister."

   "So why would anyone listen?  She's got no evidence - she can't have,
since it isn't true."

   "My brother Jeremy told me that you don't go out with him or your other
buddies any more.  He thought you might have a girl, but as far as anyone
knows, you haven't been dating for the last few months.  You used to be a
real sociable guy, but these days you just go home and stay there.  Why? 
Mel can make a _lot_ out of that!"

   "Surely nobody's going to believe it?", protested Rob, alarmed.

   "If the gossip's juicy enough, somebody will!  And Mel's great at
spreading gossip.  There could be a lot of trouble for you and Britt.  And
I don't want that."

   "Why not?  I wasn't very kind to you."

   Nicole winced at the memory.  "No, you weren't.  But you were angry, and
fighting for your sister.  And you were right.  What we were going to do
was terrible - the worst thing I've ever done, and I've done some bad
things lately.  I'm _very_ glad you stopped me, Rob.  I'm really grateful.
I'd _love_ to show you just how grateful I am!"

   "No thanks, Nikki", said Rob.  "Nice offer, but like I said, I get all I
need.  And not, let me say, from my sister!  I've _got_ to think of some
way to stop Mel from spreading these lies."

   "Maybe she could get a doctor's certificate or something, to prove she's
a virgin." _No she couldn't_, thought Rob.  Nicole went on, "No, maybe not.
A lot of girls break their cherries riding bikes, or diddling themselves.
And even if she could prove it, Mel would just say she'd seen Britt jacking
you off, or giving you a blowjob or something.  She could say that that's
why she broke up with Brittany - she was shocked by her behavior.  Mud
sticks.  Some people would believe her."

   "So, we need to think of another reason why Britt broke off with her",
said Rob.  "And say it first - then anything Mel says isn't going to be
believed."

   "How about the same story?  Britt saw Mel with one of _her_ brothers!",
said Nicole.

   "Wouldn't work.  They both hate Mel, and she hates them.  Everybody
knows that."

   "And the fights are too fierce for acting.  You're right.  Any ideas?"

   "One.  You may not like it, though.  A piece of the truth."

   "You mean, telling people about the sex and drugs?  No way!  Please,
Rob! My mother would just die of shame!"

   "No, not that", said Rob.  "When my Dad came in that night, he noticed
there was something wrong, as if we'd all just been fighting.  He doesn't
miss much.  So, Britt and I swore him to secrecy and told him that you and
Mel had been trying to force her to do your schoolwork.  The truth, but we
didn't tell him the rest.  We could go public on that."

   "But that's almost as bad!  I'd be branded as a cheat ...  no, you're
right, Rob.  It would work, and I deserve it.  And it's _way_ better than
the full story.  You could copy just the first part of the tape, before we
started on about drugs, and money, and sex.  I'll take my lumps."

   "If you're willing, we might be able to do without the tape.  We can
change the story a little, make Mel the ringleader and you a pawn.  If the
three of us stick to the same story, that Mel was doing all the bullying
and your big mistake was to sit by and do nothing, then you'll get a slap
on the wrist, and Mel will get thrown out.  And we'll be safe."

   They talked around it for a few more minutes, and decided to go with the
plan.  Nicole was to get the ball rolling that evening, by 'confessing' to
her mother, then leave it up to her.

   Rob coached Britt in her role later that day.  She was quickly hot on
the idea.

   "Nicole doesn't seem so bad, really, does she?"

   "Hey, kid, don't start getting soft!  Last week she was trying to force
pills down your throat!"

   "I think she was right, though.  That was the pills talking.  And she's
trying to get clean."

   "Let's wait and see what happens this evening.  We'll be able to judge
her better then.  But maybe you're right.  Anyway, I'm glad I didn't tell
Jeremy."

   "Nicole's brother?  He's one of your buddies ...  but why would you tell
him any of this?"

   "At the weekend, it was just the two of us, sittin' by the river
watchin' the water go by.  We were talking about not very much.  Then we
talked about girls.  I could tell he had something on his mind, and asked
him to share it.  You won't pass it on, will you?"

   "No way!  No secrets between us, but plenty for us to hide from
everybody else!", pledged Britt.

   "He told me he had the hots for Nicole.  Couldn't get her out of his
thoughts.  Asked if I felt like that about you.  I told him 'sure, it's
normal - but we don't do anything about it, do we; it passes when we find a
girl of our own.' He said it was worse than that ...  he'd found himself
turning down other girls, because they didn't measure up.  Named a couple
of them, and they're pretty good-looking.  He's in a bad way, sis.  So, I
nearly told him that he could have her as often as he liked - all he needed
was the price."

   "Ouch!  That would've been a real turn-off for him!"

   "I'm not sure.  He's got it so bad, he'd probably have started raiding
his savings."

   "He's hurting?"

   "Real bad.  I wish I could do something for him."

   "Like telling me to fuck him, maybe?  You've got the right.  I did say_
anything_!"

   "Nope.  I _could_ tell you to, but I wouldn't like myself very much.  I
might _ask_ you.  But you'd still be second best.  It's his sister he
wants, and nobody else."

   "Maybe there's something we can do.  If Nicole stays clean, and does all
right tonight, I'll ask her to stay friends with me.  Then maybe later, if
we're sure we can trust her, we could tell her about us."

   "That's real dangerous, Britt!"

   "If we're sure we can trust her, I said!  That's a long way off yet."

   "And how would that help Jerry?  Oh, I get it - we do, so they can."

   "I know that she wants to get to know _you_ a lot better, Rob.  How do
you feel about it?  You've turned her down once."

   "Twice.  She asked again this morning.  But I can't get that picture out
of my mind ...  you struggling on the bed, Nikki and Mel trying to force
drugs into you.  If it wasn't for that, I think I would.  How do _you_ feel
about _that_?"

   "Fine.  I don't own you - you don't own me.  Well, you do for now, until
I've paid back my penance."

   "And there was me thinking you were enjoying yourself!"

   "I am!  Being shagged by my horny big brother is the best thing that's
ever happened to me.  I just wish I could tell someone about it - I'm so
happy I could burst!"

   Rob and Britt were standing by that evening when Mrs Ballard contacted
their father.  They overheard some of the conversation, and watched his
face go serious.  He put the telephone down.

   "That was Nicole's mother.  Nicole's told her what happened here last
week, though her story isn't quite what you told me."

   "Well, that's how it looked to me", said Rob.  "What's she saying?"

   "That Nicole didn't do any of the bullying, that it was all down to Mel.
She's sorry that she didn't intervene, but she couldn't really believe what
her friend was saying."

   "Hmm", said Britt.  "Come to think of it, Mel did do all the talking.  I
just figured that Nikki was in on it as well, as they came in together and
she didn't argue with Mel."

   "And Mel was the only one that I heard shouting at Britt", lied Rob.

   "So she could be telling the truth", said Mr Kramer.  "Well, they're
coming over now.  We need to talk this through.  I know you wanted to keep
it quiet, but it's not so easy now it's not just us."

   Mrs Ballard came in, with a chastened-looking Nicole trailing behind
her. Mr Kramer opened the proceedings by saying that Rob and Britt had told
him the story at the time, but hadn't wanted Nicole or Melanie to get into
trouble over it.  Nicole's mother thanked them both, and eagerly agreed
that silence would be the best way out of it all.  She eagerly assured
Britt and her family that Nicole would be punished.

   This wasn't at all what Rob and Britt wanted!  Melanie had to be
publicly declared a cheat and a bully, then anything she tried to say about
him and Britt would be laughed at.

   Nicole spoke up.  "It's not as simple as that, Mom.  I hadn't realized
before, but Mel is evil!  As we were walking away from the house, she was
trying to work out how to get back at Rob and Britt.  They hadn't done
anything wrong, they just hadn't rolled over for her.  And she'll do it! 
She'll find some way to hurt them.  Probably not a rock on the head. 
She'll just tell lies about them.  She's great at bad-mouthing.  She has to
be stopped - that's why I spoke up.  I knew these two wouldn't say
anything, but they don't know how bad she can be."

   "That's different," said Rob's dad.  "But if we report her, surely
she'll be even more angry."

   "Yes, she will", said Nicole.  "But her parents will take her away from
the school - maybe even out of the district - that is, if the school
doesn't throw her out first.  And there won't be any point in her
badmouthing Rob and Britt to people who don't know them."

   "Very well", said Nicole's mother.  "I agree that Mel will have to be
dealt with.  I've been worried about her influence on you for some time
now, as you know.  Obviously, I hoped that your past cheating wouldn't come
out, but I suppose it will have to.  In the long run, if it gets Melanie
out of your life, it should be a good thing.  I wish you had more friends
like Brittany and Rob."

   "Could you maybe forgive me, Britt?", asked Nicole.

   "Sure - we were good friends until this blew up, and that was Mel's
influence.  Friends again?"

   Britt held out her hand.  Nicole took it, and they hugged.

   "Do you need us any more, Dad?", asked Brittany.  "If not, perhaps we
could go to my room.  I can give Nikki a start with her project."

   "No cheating, mind!", warned the two grownups, simultaneously.  Both
laughed.

   "Of course not!", said Brit.  "I can show her how to set it out, and the
sort of thing that needs to be put in.  Nikki used to be a good student,
but she hasn't been paying attention in class for a while.  I can help her
catch up, if you'd like?"

   "Oh, would you?", beamed Mrs Ballard.  The two girls charged up the
stairs and into Britt's room.

   Mrs Ballard turned to Rob's dad.  "This is going to be pretty bad for
Nicole.  I know she deserves it, but ...  Oh, well, it's not all bad.  I
like your daughter, a lot more than I liked Melanie."

   "They're both good kids.  How about if we ring Mel's parents now.  Maybe
we can get it done quietly, without the school getting involved."

   "You don't need me here," said Rob.  "I'll go upstairs too.  I need to
get some work done."

   Rob went up to his room and started work, but was soon joined by the two
girls.

   "How did we do, Rob?", asked Britt, excitedly.

   "Just fine, sis.  They're calling Mel's parents, to see if they'll take
her out of school quietly.  So, we shouldn't see any more of her.  I didn't
really like dropping her in it like that, though."

   "She wouldn't have hesitated if it was the other way round", said
Nicole. "And we didn't tell any lies about her - quite the opposite.  We
left out the worst parts!"

   "Yeah, I suppose.  Still didn't feel right, though."

   "You're too noble for your own good, Rob", said Nicole.  "I almost wish
you were my brother."

   "Only _almost_?", queried Britt.

   "That's right," said Nicole.  "If Rob was my brother, I wouldn't be
giving him this." She pulled an envelope out of her pocket and gave it to
Rob.  He opened it.

   "What the ..."

   "What is it, Rob?", asked Britt.

   "It's a doctor's letter.  Confirming that Nikki is free from venereal
disease.  How did you get this?"

   "Asked the doctor for some tests", said Nicole, serenely.

   "What?  You just walked in there and said 'doctor, I'm a hooker and I
might have picked something up'.  Surely not!"

   "No.  I went in, all shy and embarrassed, and said that I'd done it -
once - with a boy I knew.  Now the other kids in class were making fun of
me, saying that he had a disease.  They were calling me names like Poxy
Nikki, and I was getting worried.  So, she sent some swabs away for
testing, and the results came back today.  Clean.  I asked her to put it in
a letter, so I could show my best friend to stop all the talk."

   She stood in front of Rob, hands on hips.  "So, noble saviour.  _Now_
will you let me thank you properly?"

   "Uh ...  let me think about it."

   "You should go ahead, Rob", chimed in Britt.  "You're not exactly
lockstepped with your girl, are you?  Not planning marriage or anything?"

   "I guess not," Rob stuttered.  "But I don't think it's right."

   "You shouldn't look at me as another sister, Rob." _That_ made Rob and
Britt work hard at suppressing large grins.  Another sister was exactly
what she was asking to be, if she only knew it!

   "Well, ok, then.  If you're both sure."

   "We are!", they said together.  Nicole quickly stripped naked.  "Wanna
stay around and watch, Britt?  You might learn something.  Or is Rob shy
with you?"

   "Oh, no!  We've seen each other naked lots of times.  Don't signify at
all", said Brittany, quickly, before Rob could answer.  "I'd love to watch.
I've heard so much about it."

   "But what if one of the grownups comes upstairs?", asked Rob.

   "They won't", replied Nicole.  "But just to be sure, I'll put some
clothes back on.  Watch!" She pulled on her T-shirt and skirt, and lay on
the bed.  The shirt was rolled up around her neck like a collar, and the
skirt around her waist like a belt.  She was still effectively naked.  "Ok,
somebody comes up, and ...".  She jumped to her feet, tugged at her
clothing, and instantly was modestly clad, apart from bare feet, which
weren't a problem.  They'd all kicked off their shoes as soon as they came
upstairs, as a matter of habit.

   "That's a good idea!", said Britt.  "Wait a moment!"

   She swept out of the room, and was back in seconds dressed, like Nikki,
in T-shirt and skirt only.  She sat herself on the chair, legs raised and
apart, and started fingering herself.

   "It's not so easy for me, though", complained Rob.  "I can't get decent
in a split-second like that!"

   "That's ok.  Just pull your pecker out through the zipper.  Then all you
have to do is tuck'n'zip.  Just don't get it caught!"

   "Ouch!  I won't."

   Rob pulled his now-aching cock out through his fly.  Nicole knelt in
front of him, and took it in her mouth.  "Wow, this is a nice one!  Big and
straight, just how I like 'em!" Rob came very quickly, and Nicole lapped up
all the cum, probing with the tip of her tongue for the last few drops. 
She kept her mouth around it, reaching into his fly to massage his balls.
To his amazement, Rob found himself hardening again rapidly.  At her
bidding, he laid out on his bed.  She sat astride him, remaining upright.
He liked that - he could look at Nikki's beautiful, brown body with the
silky-smooth skin, as she gently lowered her tight young pussy on to his
newly-hardened cock.  She began to move up and down, impaling herself on
him with each stroke.

   "That looks like a lot of fun, Nicole", said Brittany impishly,
fingering herself with one hand and twiddling a nipple with the other. 
"Can I have a go?"

   "Watch and learn, honey-chile", said Nikki, smiling.  "Then when you
find yourself a good man you'll know what to do.  Now, if you don't mind,
I'm just about to have a ...  oooohhh, that was good ...  climax!"

   Rob and Britt watched in amazement as the lithe young body continued to
pump up and down, climaxing again and again.  When Rob shot his load into
her a couple of minutes later, she was glowing with sweat.

   "Wow, Rob.  That was the best ever!", she gasped.  "Mind, it's pretty
nearly the first time I've done it for fun instead of money - with a guy,
that is."

   "You've done it with a girl?", asked Britt.  "What was that like?"

   "Pretty good.  Not as good as this, but when you've spent all evening
being fumbled and shot into by a load of sweaty, smelly old men, it's nice
to lay down with somebody who understands your body and cares about making
it happy."

   "I suppose you mean Mel?"

   "That's right.  She showed me how.  Showed me a lot of things, most of
which I wish I hadn't learned.  But this, though ...  she taught me pretty
well."

   "That telephone call should be done by now", said Britt.  "So, she
probably won't be in class tomorrow."

   "If I never see her again, it'll be too soon", replied Nicole.  "She's
been coming on to me all week, sidling up to me, offering me pills.  Be
glad you didn't take any, Britt.  It's been real hard saying no to her when
inside I'm crying out for them."

   "If there's anything I can do to take your mind off them, just ask!",
said Rob, with a sloppy smile on his face.

   "You did just fine.  And I'll be back for more, I promise!  So, what
about this lover of yours?  Do I know her?  Is she at our school?"

   "Uh ...  yes, she is.  But we have to keep it a secret, because her dad
thinks she's too young for boys."

   "Parents, huh!", snorted Nicole.

   "They're not always wrong, though", said Rob.

   "No", she admitted.  "I wish I'd listened to my mom when she warned me
against Mel."

   "Come on, Nikki", said Britt.  "We'd better get your project started, in
case they ask to see what we've been up to."

   The girls went back to Brittany's room, leaving Rob laying on his bed
feeling totally spent.  Wow!  He wondered how much Brittany had learned by
watching Nicole in action.  Quite a lot, he thought, and couldn't wait to
find out.