From hm1964@hotmail.com Mon May 26 20:01:53 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!howland.erols.net!panix!news.panix.com!qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail From: hm1964@hotmail.com Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Subject: RP: Deirdre - Brother Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Date: 27 May 1997 00:01:53 GMT Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Lines: 94 Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> Message-ID: <934eli$9705261959@qz.little-neck.ny.us> NNTP-Posting-Host: panix.com X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/934> X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> Xref: news1.infoave.net alt.sex.stories.moderated:852 alt.sex.stories:199920 <I am only a reposter> Brother by deirdre, 9/27/94 My jaw dropped. It couldn't be! I come home from college to visit and this! How could Mom not see it? Stacy and Jeff. I'd seen the way Stacy did things with Jeff. The way she'd hand him things. And take them from him. Sharing significant looks but without a word. I'd seen that at school. They were *doing it*! It was plain as the nose on their faces. My younger brother and sister. I had to school myself not to stare at them. And Mom, seemingly not noticing a thing! How could she miss it? That night I was back in my old room. I couldn't get my mind off it. What could I do? I looked up and Stacy was in the room with me. She was looking at me--I wanted to wipe that knowing smile off her face. I just stared at her. "Why don't you say it?" she asked, "Think I don't know what you're thinking?" I couldn't believe she'd bring up the subject! Well, it was broached now. "Stacy! How could you *do* that?" "You *see* what a *hunk* he is. He could pick you up as if you were a child." She was right: Jeff had really filled out. "You couldn't resist him for a second if he tried. Or have you gotten *other* kinds of ideas from that college?" Her smile was so wicked. She approached me and stood above me as I sat on the bed. No, I didn't have her *other* ideas! She looked down at me over her chest--she was four inches taller than me and *much* bigger--I felt like a child next to her. "Well?" she asked quietly and put her hand under my chin. I leaned back to draw away but it wasn't enough to escape her. I was so afraid of what she'd do next. But she just grinned and turned around and walked out. I was left alone. Stacy and Jeff! And Stacy! She was so forward, so self- assured! What had she done to Jeff? I awoke. It was still night. "Wake up," came a whisper. It was Jeff! By my bed! He turned on a small light by my bed. "Stacy said you want me," he went on. He pulled my cover off, sat on the edge of the bed, leaned over and took hold of my shoulder. He was so strong and I was so afraid. He paused and looked at me. "She lied, didn't she?" he said. Suddenly he seemed so sweet. "Don't worry, I don't want to *rape* you." He carefully covered me up and kissed me on the forehead. Then he stood up and turned to leave. My hand. It shot out and grabbed his wrist. Staying him. He turned and looked back down at me. He looked so serious. I was so scared. He sat down. "Don't worry," he said, "we won't actually do it." He uncovered me again. He slipped his hand under the hem of my nightgown-- on my leg. Softly he slid it up. Soon my nightgown was bunched up in front and his hand was there. He fingered me. Slowly, more and more. My breath started getting rough and I breathed larger and larger breaths. He looked down at me with the most loving smile. I didn't know *what* my body was doing. Was I writhing too much? I didn't care. I mustn't scream though. He didn't stop... just went on and on. And looked down on me as he sat there. It was too much. I came. More and more--I couldn't believe it. He was so good--Stacy must have taught him. What did she *do* to him? He kissed me again on the forehead and he was gone. I lay there and dreamed about it. He smiled at me the next day but then I was going back to school. The next time I was home he had a girlfriend. He got me alone and told me that he was faithful to her. I was glad about him and Stacy but I couldn't help thinking about the night when he came to me. That was years ago--now he's faithful to his wife. Completely. I still look at him sometimes and he still sometimes does little things for me without asking. And I see his wife noticing--how she tries to hide the shock and fear. And I know exactly what she feels but I can't talk to her. No matter what I said, she would feel worse. 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