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From: suelmann@forwiss.uni-passau.de (Michael Suelmann)
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Subject: *REPOST/deirdre: Run
Date: 29 May 1996 22:24:55 GMT
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Date: Mon, 17 Jul 1995 04:19:21 UTC
Subject: deirdre: Run

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Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people, often
depict "breaking some rules".  Do not read this story if you believe fantasy
stories should never depict situations undesirable in real life.  Be warned
that you may not be comfortable with the sexual situations.  Do not read this
story if you are less than 18 years of age.

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research in the name of deirdre. -- deird


Run
by deirdre, 5/2/95

"What are *you* doing here?"  Yes, she was surprised to find me at her
doorstep.  Joanie, my sister.

"I just had to get away."

"Well, Mom and Dad are going to *kill* you," she answered, still just standing
in the doorway to her apartment, looking at me.

"Listen... listen, can I come in?"  She stood aside and let me in, then turned
around, closing the door, and looked at me.  I stood nervously in the middle
of her living room.  "You don't have to tell them," I added.  Yes, they'd
definitely be mad knowing I'd skipped out while classes were in session.
"Please?  I *had* to get away!"

She gave a little half laugh and walked away from the door toward the kitchen.

She was amused.  I knew she wouldn't tell Mom and Dad.  I just *knew* it:
she'd been through college and probably knew very well how it could get you
down.  I followed her into the kitchen and sat down.  "Need something to
drink?" she asked, pulling a carton of milk out of the fridge.  I let out my
breath when she said that: now I was certain she wouldn't tell.  I'd go back-
-I wasn't dropping out or anything--I just needed a break.  I drank some milk.

"What *is* it?" she asked.

"Nothing!  You know, I just had to get away."

She didn't respond right away.  She was looking at me.  Once again I felt
nervous: Joanie did that when she was up to something.  She wouldn't tell,
would she?  "You know," she started, "having you here isn't so great: I've got
a date tonight."

"Oh, don't worry about me," I volunteered.  I wondered why she worried about
*that*.

"Well, it's not so easy having you here."  She must have been thinking of
bringing the guy here.  I could see her point and started trying to think of
some solution.  I could make myself scarce for a while.  Was she planning on
having him overnight?  She probably had no specific plans, but wasn't likely
to be happy having the decision determined beforehand by her brother's
presence.

"How late do you want me to stay out?"  I could make my offer.  She didn't
answer, but stood up and left.  I followed her, done with my milk.  She turned
around and looked at me again.  She makes me so nervous.

"You're going to do me a favor," she finally said.  I detected a hint of a
grin on her face.

"What?"

"Come here," she added, not enlightening me at all, but leading me into the
bedroom.  She was in her closet and had a dress in her hand.  She held it up
in front of me, hanger and all, looking at it.  I was confused.  "Put it on,"
she said.

"Joanie!" I said.  No, I wasn't as alarmed as you might think: in fact, I'd
worn Joanie's clothes before: when she was pinning dresses and skirts.  Much
to my chagrin, she'd discovered I was close to her size when we'd been in high
school.  I didn't particularly want to go through that again, but she was
always both grateful about it and never did anything to embarrass me.

"Come on," she said, cajolingly.  She smiled.  There was no escape: she was
letting me stay without telling Mom and Dad.   Well, I didn't really have much
to do anyway.  I started unbuttoning my shirt. "Thanks," she said as she left
the room, sounding sincerely grateful.

I peeked out of the bedroom in my stocking feet and the dress.  I'd have heard
if anyone else had come in the apartment, since the bedroom door was open, so
I headed for the kitchen where I heard Joanie doing something.  She looked up
at me and smiled.  And she looked me up and down.  I didn't feel right about
something: she didn't seem to be getting ready for any sewing work.  "Looks
good," she said, still smiling.

I almost said a "b" word.  "What do you want?" I managed to say with admirable
restraint.

"You're going to do me a favor," she said.  I was alarmed and didn't answer.
I couldn't figure out what she might be thinking, but I knew it was a lot more
than I bargained for.  "Gerold wants a threesome."

"What!?"

"He's been hinting.  It's best I do something about it or he'll stick with
Victoria."

"Victoria?"  I was confused.

"His wife."  The guy's married!

"Joanie, I'm not into that!  There's no way..."

"Listen, you don't have to do anything."  I eyed her suspiciously.  "I'll tell
him you're my friend and that you'll watch and that's all."

"No way!"  I still wasn't sure I understood this, but I wanted no part of it.

"Really, I swear!  All you have to do is watch!  He's been bugging me about
whether I was *into women*--I can tell he's thinking *threesome*.  I'll tell
him you'rea friend of mine and that you'll watch us, but nothing more.  It
won't be precisely what he was hinting at, but I'll bet it'll be much more
than he'll ever get out of that *Victoria*."

I tried to imagine it, but couldn't.  "No: no way!"

"Listen, I don't want to have to call Dad."

I stared at her.  I couldn't believe she'd said that.  She looked guilty.
"Please, I'm desperate--you don't know what it's like being the *other
woman*."

"Joanie, this is too much."

"Just dress like it, and watch.  That's all."

"And he's *really* going to think I'm a woman?"

"That won't be any trouble: sorry, but it's true;  I can get a wig and do your
face..."  I stared at her.  Finally, she went on: "It's that or Dad--sorry,
but I've got to do this."

He was big and tall and that frightened me somehow.  I'm not very tall--I
guess you gathered that since I can wear Joanie's clothes.  I wasn't as
nervous about the possibility of him spotting me for a man as I might have
predicted: Joanie had performed magic on me, and the mirror told me no one was
going to start wondering.  Besides, I was probably a bit drunk: Joanie and I
had prepared ourselves.

Joanie whispered in his ear.  She'd just finished introducing me as *Debbie*.
I realized it wasn't really going to be much of a date: just heading straight
for the bedroom.  What kind of relationship was it that Joanie had with this
guy?

He stared at me.  While Joanie whispered to him, I noticed a slight smile grow
on his face.  Joanie took me by the hand and pulled me into the bedroom.
Gerold was right there behind us.

I sat on a chair, watching them.  They were still dressed, sitting on the bed,
kissing.  They just kissed and kissed for what seemed like minutes, not really
moving much.  Gerold had Joanie's face in his hands.

Finally they broke it.  Joanie was ut of breath.  Gerold immediately had her
lying on the bed and leaned over and kissed her again.  His right hand was
sliding up and down her body over her dress.  Finally it slid underneath the
hem.  I knew it had reached home: her face showed it and she brought one knee
up.  He still kissed her.  She was beginning to writhe and I heard her groan
through the kiss, but he didn't stop.

Then he finally stopped.  He sat up, but she still lay there, staring up at
the ceiling, breathing heavily, his hand between her legs.  Her breathing was
picking up.  I'd certainly never seen Joanie like this: my own sister in the
throes of passion.  More than once it seemed like she was on the verge, only
to fail to make it.  I caught her face one of those times, and it was pure
desperation.

His hand was out from between her legs and he was running it up and down her
body again, over her breasts and the front of her body.  He lifted her to
sitting.  He touched her lips with his fingertips, then kissed her again for a
couple of seconds.

"Please," she begged, still breathing hard.  It was amazing to see a woman
turned on as much as she was.  I was hard.

He glanced at me, then looked back at her.  "Kiss Debbie," he said.  His hand
was back under her dress again and once again she looked like she was about
to.  But he withdrew it again.

"No... please... bastard..." she said, having trouble talking between her
breaths.

"Kiss her," he said, his voice harder, and he pulled her over to me.  There
was my sister, Joanie, kneeling next to me breathing like she'd just run a
marathon.  His hands were on her breasts.

"Do it, now."

Her eyes were wild.  She grabbed my head and pulled me into a kiss.  Her mouth
was open.  At first she had trouble kissing because of her breathing, but
managed to get her tongue in my mouth.  I took her head in my hand and kissed
her back--I was so hard.

We just kissed and kissed.  I wasn't thinking--just reacting and feeling.  My
hands were soon on her back, and going up and down her body.  Her rear.  Then
we were locked in embrace and standing.  I felt my cock against her and her
breasts against me.  It was just us.

Then we were apart.  Gerold had separated us.  Then his mouth was on mine!  I
still can't believe it, but I didn't think, I just reacted.

He stopped after a couple of seconds.  If he hadn't, I might have come to my
senses and pulled away.  Then he kissed Joanie the same way except that he
leaned her way backward as he kissed her.

But he stopped again, pulling her to standing.  "Tell Debbie to kneel," he
said.

She looked at me.  I saw desperation in her eyes though she didn't say a word.

Finally she whispered in my ear: "Do it."

I was on my knees.  He stood in front of me and unzipped his pants!  "Touch
her," he told Joanie.  There it was, in front of me.  Joanie was behind me,
her hands all over me.  He took my head with his hands and guided it.

"She's new to this," he said after a little while, to Joanie.  It was so big
in my mouth.  I *never* thought I'd ever be doing this.

He didn't come.  He stopped.  Then I was on the bed--he'd put me there.  On my
hands and knees.  Joanie lay under me.  She pulled on my head down, kissing me
and I was forced down to my elbows.  I felt my dress lifted up over my back
and my underpants pulled down.  He was going to see.

He laughed.  Joanie still kissed me, her arms wrapped around my chest.  She
pulled me against her, practically lifting herself off the bed.  My rear was
completely uncovered and he was roaring with laughter.  He'd seen and he was
laughing.  Then suddenly he was in me to the hilt.

That was months ago: tonight Joanie and I wait kneeling in her living room.
We're both dressed in short nightgowns.  Each of us has a leather collar
around our neck.  My hair is long, like Joanie's.  A thin chain dangles
between us linking our collars.  We just wait.

Gerold opens the door with his key.  As usual, Victoria is with him.  This
time they've brought another couple that I've  never seen before.  The four of
them are dressed up--they've obviously just been out to dinner.  Joanie and I
continue to kneel, making no move.  Our hands are folded on top of our heads.

Victoria walks up to Joanie and takes Joanie's chin in her hand.  She lifts
Joanie's face and looks down at her.  I can sense that Joanie's turned on.
"Is that the boy?" asks the other woman.

Victoria giggles slightly at the question, still looking down at Joanie's
face.  "Does it matter?" she replies.

Later the four of them sit around the living room watching Joanie and me in
the middle of the carpet.  Victoria and the other woman sit together on the
couch.  Holding hands.  Joanie now has a dildo strapped on her.  I'm on my
hands and knees and she's in me.   I'm very hard.  The chain still joins our
collars.