MY BROTHER'S GIRL by Spudboy ************************************************************ This a story for mature readers. All the standard disclaimer b.s. applies. Feedback appreciated. ************************************************************ Part 3 I walked slowly up the driveway to my house, feeling tired but very content. My head was still reeling from my second lusty session with Tammy, which had been even more intense than the first. Though the sex had been completely awesome, the highlight had really been when she’d turned to me in the car and said that she loved me. It was the best feeling in the world, one that I never wanted to end. The only thing that was keeping me from being totally ecstatic was a nagging feeling of guilt. "Where’ve *you* been?" Cal asked in his usual belligerent way, barely looking up from the TV as I entered the living room. Oh, just fucking your girlfriend, the nagging voice said. I ignored it. "I went out for something to eat with the guys," I lied, sitting on the famous couch. Cal grunted in response and returned his attention to the TV. I joined him in watching America’s Funniest Home Videos, which in my opinion fell somewhat short of its billing. I began to think about things, particularly my brother and Tammy. Halfway through the show, it hit me. I was having an affair. I was sixteen years old; a high school loser; and I was having an affair with my brother’s beautiful girlfriend. It sure must’ve been getting pretty cold in Hell right about now. I thought about Tammy almost constantly at school the next day. I’d never tried drugs or anything, but I was beginning to understand what it was like. Tammy was *my* drug, and, even if I’d wanted to, I knew that I'd never be able to 'just say no'. At lunch, I spotted her sitting and talking with Cal. They seemed to be in a good mood, and I couldn’t help feeling a little jealous as she sat there with him and ignored me. I understood why, but I still resented it a little. I felt so strongly for her that I hated not being able to show it, but I hated even more to think about what might happen if my brother found out. So, I sat with my small circle of friends and pretended I was interested in the movie or whatever the hell they were talking about, all the while remembering how drop-dead gorgeous Tammy’s face had been as she’d gasped and panted as we had made love on her bed. That evening found me locked in a good-natured wrestling match with Cal. He’d wanted to sit in the easy chair, but I'd refused, and like we'd done all our lives we ended up rolling around on the floor to decide who’d get it. My brother had just slapped a particularly painful arm hold when the phone rang. Our mom picked it up in the kitchen, then called for Cal. Saved by the bell, I flopped down in the chair with a grin as he went to answer it. "Its Tammy," I heard her say. My grin disappeared. I suddenly felt anxious, but I wasn’t sure why. I pretended to be interested in the TV as I listened carefully to the conversation. I couldn’t catch most of it, and what I heard consisted mostly of monosyllables from Cal, which in itself wasn’t unusual. But after a few minutes, his tone began to convey something else. "Yeah," he replied into the phone with a strangely thick voice. "I guess I do." He set the phone down with a quiet click, then walked upstairs without another word. It took a moment for me to put a name to my brother’s tone and expression, as it was one I’d rarely seen on him before. He was upset. With a sinking feeling, I realized what had just happened. Tammy had dumped him. And though he didn’t know it, she’d dumped him for me. Before, I’d imagined that I would be happy to actually beat Cal out of a girl, but even though he was a jerk, he still had feelings. I felt sorry for him. I know *I’d* be pretty damn miserable if I lost a girlfriend like Tammy. I stopped feeling so sorry for him the next day at school when I saw him putting the make on a pretty blonde cheerleader. I knew he was still hurt, but he wasn’t the type to let that slow him down. I also saw Tammy in the hallway after lunch. Unlike Cal, the hurt showed plainly on her face, and once again I felt more sorry for her than for my brother. His feelings were centered mainly on himself, while hers were focused on others. She seemed to be in a hurry, and didn’t stop to talk, but she flashed me a pained looking smile as she passed by. I thought about her all day, wondering when I would be able to see her again. It was two days after the breakup, and I was walking home after practice when I heard a car behind me begin to slow down. I turned, and my heart began to pound as I saw Tammy’s blue Civic pulling up next to me. "Hey, little boy," she said somberly through the passenger window. "You want some candy?" I grinned. She seemed to have recovered. "Sure, lady," I replied, playing along. "Where is it?" She reached over and opened the door, her face still perfectly serious. "Sit down in here and I’ll show you." I climbed in and shut the door. "It’s in my front pocket," she said, unable to keep a straight face any longer. "You’ll have to get it yourself, and you might have to feel around for a while before you find it." She grinned as she looked ahead and pulled back on the road. I think I surprised her by actually reaching over and sliding my hand into the right front pocket of her green slacks. She giggled as I began feeling around, rubbing her thigh and hip before sliding my hand between her legs. Her pocket wasn’t deep enough to go all the way, but I managed to palm her warm mound, feeling her crinkly pubic hair through the thin cloth layer of her pocket. A lump formed in both my throat and my shorts as I deduced that she wasn’t wearing panties. "Is that the candy you were talking about?" I asked, trying to sound innocent. She nodded with a smile. "If you’re good," she said, starting to blush slightly. "I’ll let you have a taste." That was something I was definitely looking forward to. "I’ll be good, I promise." We drove for a while in silence. "I broke up with Cal," she said quietly. "I know. I feel a little bad about it, but not much." Her face turned downcast. "It really hurt to do that to him. I still like him. I don’t really know why, but I do. He’s just so stubborn and thick-headed." "Yeah," I replied. That pretty much described him, all right. "But he’ll get over it. He’s already recovering." Tammy smiled. "I’m not surprised." "So," I asked, as casually as I could, "where are we going today?" "I thought we could go to the lake, maybe enjoy the view for a while. I brought some snacks and stuff," she said, nodding her head toward the ice chest in the back seat. "That okay with you?" "Sounds great," I said with a smile. I’d go anywhere with Tammy, anytime. We parked beneath some trees and walked toward a grassy hill over looking the lake. I carried the ice chest while Tammy carried a blanket she had brought for us to sit on. There weren’t many other people around, just an older couple and few little kids having a barbecue by the campground, and a gray-haired man fishing further down at the side of the lake. Tammy spread out the blanket, then sat down on it and offered me a Coke from icebox as I joined her. I accepted it, and she took one herself, sitting back on her elbows and relaxing. The weather was perfect, warm and slightly breezy, and I leaned back as well to enjoy it. Even though we weren’t touching or even saying anything, just being there together seemed to be, well, romantic. I looked at the sunlight reflecting off the shimmering water, then over at Tammy, who looked away with a little smile. The wind played with her pretty red hair, blowing strands of it across her forehead and freckled cheek. It was an incredibly picturesque scene, and I suddenly had to get in on it. She leaned forward as I moved to sit behind her, seeming to know telepathically what I wanted to do. I sat down with her between my legs, then leaned forward and put my arms around her. She hugged my arms even closer around herself, and we sat there in silence for a while, both looking out at the green trees and blue water. I began to wonder what it would be like being married to her. I found it strange to be thinking about that at my age, but I couldn’t help it. We could get an apartment together, maybe even live at her parent’s summer house. Cal would be resentful when he found out, of course, but he’d probably get over it quickly. I wondered if Tammy would want to have kids. Not right away, probably. Later, one or two would be fine, but not a whole litter... Tammy startled me out of my daydreaming by leaning her head back on my shoulder and starting to nibble at my ear. I laughed at the ticklish sensation, and she giggled back. I noticed that the couple with the kids were looking over at us, but they were being discreet about it, smiling at each other almost knowingly. It was a little weird, but I didn’t really mind it. Hugging her tighter, I slowly ran my hands over her smooth belly, feeling the soft firmness of her skin through the thin fabric of her shirt. I don’t really know what came over me, but I cupped her left breast in my hand, squeezing it gently as she gasped in surprise and moved her head from my shoulder. "Careful," she whispered, looking over at the middle-aged couple. "They might see us." I started kissing and sucking at her earlobe. Somehow, the fact that we had an audience didn’t bother me. Maybe I was making up for all the times I wanted to touch her and hold her in school but couldn’t. I continued massaging her tit, and she blushed heavily but made no move to stop me. She turned her head and kissed my neck wetly, sucking at it like a leech. I smiled, and remembering that she didn’t have any underwear on, slid my free hand down the front of her pants and rested my fingers in the soft curls of her pubic hair. She moaned against my neck, sending a strange vibration through my windpipe. I rubbed her mound for a few moments, feeling the inviting heat radiating up from between her legs. I glanced over at the married couple to see if they were still watching. They were. Their kids were down playing by the lake, and they were sitting on a bench very close to one another, their eyes flitting between us and their children as they commented to each other about something, probably us. My dick was very hard at this point, and pressed firmly against the back of Tammy’s ass. Sliding my hand down further, I felt my cock twitch in my shorts as I encountered the very swollen and very wet lips of her pussy. It seemed that she was as excited as I was to be fooling around in front of God and everybody. I began to stroke her gently with my fingers, feeling her shiver and raise her hips up slightly at my touch. Tammy let her head fall forward, and I kissed tenderly at her neck as I slowly rubbed her slick and overheated slit. Though they probably couldn’t see exactly what was happening, I imagined that it wasn’t too hard for our two onlookers to guess what was going on. I noticed them holding hands and hugging each other, and it almost looked like they were going to do a lille fooling around of their own. Tammy suddenly whimpered, her hips rising even further off the blanket. I felt her slippery vulva begin quivering under my fingers, and she clutched tightly at my arm and groaned as she came in front of two complete strangers. I kissed her neck and shoulder as she wound down, then she turned and gave me an embarrassed smile before hanging her head down as if in shame. I smiled and squeezed her affectionately, and she giggled in response. We relaxed for a while, eventually lying down to absorb the warm sunlight. In about an hour or so, the family left, and Tammy propped herself up on her side next to me and punched me lightly on the chest. "That was a dirty trick you pulled," she said with mock anger. "I was *so* embarrassed!" "Sorry," I said, unable to keep from grinning. She made an angry face, but leaned down and kissed me lightly. "You’d better be," she whispered. "You’re just lucky you're so good at it." She suddenly climbed on top of me and began tickling my side, and I laughed and struggled playfully to make her stop. We began wrestling, giggling and rolling around much the same way I had with Cal so many times before. But this time, at least to me, the outcome was never in doubt. We both grinned and panted as she sat above me, her hands pinning my arms to the blanket. Our eyes were locked, and we seemed to even be breathing at the same time. Her freckled cheeks were flushed and rosy, and she looked at me for a long while before lowering her head and kissing me. It wasn’t a shy we’re-at-the-lake-so-we’d-better-behave sort of kiss, it was an I-love-you-and-I-don't-care-who-sees-it pure and passionate explosion. I felt dizzy as she crushed her lips against mine, making a strange and urgent groaning noise deep in her throat. She began to rub herself against my lap, grinding her pelvis into the very rigid length of my cock. Tammy was driving me nuts with desire, and I think that we were very close to stripping our clothes off and screwing right there on the hill. Fortunately, we both seemed to snap out of it a little, and stood up wordlessly to gather her stuff. We hurried back to her car and dumped the gear in the back seat. I had cooled down a little, but not much, and I kissed her again as she got into the car. "Wait," she said in a breathy voice, shutting her door and starting up the engine. She drove down the small road that wound around the lake, pulling off next to the cover of a large stand of trees. "Does this mean we’re going camping?" I asked as she turned off the car and grabbed the blanket out of the back. She grinned. "Sort of. C’mon." She got out, and I did likewise, following her through the trees until we came to a small clearing. I watched in anticipation as she spread the blanket out on the ground, then sat down on it and looked up at me, her green eyes sparkling sexily in the late afternoon light. I pounced on her, and she laughed and pulled me closer, kissing me on the mouth with her tender lips. Our hands roved all over each other, and practically before I knew it she was working my shorts down around my knees. My dick was glad to be free in the cooling air, but nowhere near as happy as it would be once it was in Tammy’s body. But that could wait. I gently but firmly pulled myself away and began undoing the front of her pants. She rested on her elbows as I opened the fly of her slacks, catching a glimpse of the fiery red hair on her mound. She lifted her hips, and I dragged her pants all the way off and dropped them on the blanket next to us. I positioned myself between her legs, drinking in the glorious sight of her pouty and very moist-looking slit. "So," I asked in a husky voice. "Have I been good?" She grinned. "Yes. You’ve been very good." I happily lowered my head to her crotch and buried my face in her sweet pussy. I slid my hands under her shirt as I sucked and licked at her tender flesh hungrily, quickly losing track of time until she cried out and climaxed on my tongue, her slender hips shaking on the blanket as I lightly pinched her nipples between my fingers. After recovering for a few moments, she pushed me back and kissed me briefly before lowering her head to my lap. I felt her warm and wet tongue slide along the underside of my pulsing dick, and I moaned as she took me into her hot mouth. I closed my eyes and savored the intense feeling of her lips and tongue moving around my shaft. It was incredible. I rubbed my hands down along her back and over her round cheeky butt, then slid my fingers between her legs and began stroking her flowing twat. She moaned around my penis, and it felt so awesome that my hips jerked forward involuntarily, making her gag as the head tried to leap down her throat. Gaining control of myself, I eased back and continued to play with her drenched pussy as she sucked eagerly on my cock. I felt my orgasm slowly building, but Tammy suddenly let my dick fall from her mouth. She looked up at me and moaned with the most lustful expression on her face that I’d ever seen. "I want you," she breathed, closing her eyes and gasping as my fingers brushed her clit. "God, I want you now!" I took her by the arms and lowered her back on the blanket, her supple legs snapping open like springs as soon as her back touched the ground. I’d never seen her quite so worked up, though it was quickly rubbing off on me. It must’ve been something in the air. I didn’t pause to think about it though. I crawled over her and guided my cock to the slippery entrance to her body, plunging in all the way with one solid thrust that made Tammy groan loudly and dig her nails into my shoulders. Already knowing that I wasn’t going to last very long, I kept my movement slow, seeming to tease her a little by deliberately taking my time. She thrust her hips up at me desperately, and with a frustrated groan, I realized that I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. But Tammy's gasps and moans were coming faster as well, and I gave up and began pumping into her quickly, feeling her lock her strong legs behind my butt as she suddenly arched her back and screamed into the darkening woods. Her pussy clamped down on me like a vise, squeezing and rippling like a milking machine. I felt my balls lift and my cock began to swell. I tried to pull out of her before it was too late, but her legs were still locked tightly behind me, holding me in place. I grunted and thrust deeper inside her, losing myself in the mind shattering sensation of cumming inside Tammy’s hot and twitching body. I looked down at her guiltily as my head began to clear, and she smiled up at me dreamily, running her fingers over my lips. I caught one in my mouth and sucked at it as my dick softened inside of her. "It’s okay," she whispered. "It was my fault." She pulled me down and cuddled up against me, and we lay there together as the sun set and darkness fell. Cal wasn’t home as I walked in just before eight that night, but my parents were, and they were a little miffed that I’d come home late again without letting them know where I was. I said that I’d gone to a movie with some friends, and after a little while I managed to get them off my back. After dinner, I flopped tiredly down on my bed. So far, every time Tammy and I had made love, it had been better than the previous time. If our sex got any better, my life would be in serious danger. As I turned out the light and went to sleep, I thought guiltily about our little 'accident'. If it was okay with her, it was okay with me, but I seriously didn’t want to screw up her life or mine by getting her pregnant. We’d just have to be more careful next time, though part of me still couldn’t believe that this was really happening, and I half-expected to wake up and find out that it was all a dream. I was awakened sometime early the next morning by the painful impact of Cal’s fist into my gut. I half-sat up, holding my arms up protectively as I gasped for breath and tried to figure out what was going on. He shoved me back down on the bed, and I knew what it was as soon as I saw the look on his face. "You little fucker," he growled menacingly, his face red and his fists trembling. He knew. Somehow, he knew. "You little pissant motherfucker." I lay there wheezing, waiting for him to explode and pound my face in. I probably deserved it, but that didn't make the prospect any more appealing. I saw him raise his hand again, his lips pressed tightly together with rage. "Shit!" He yelled, lowering his fist and kicking my dresser hard enough to knock the lamp off. "I should kick your fucking ass until you die for screwing around with my girl," he said in a low and venomous voice, "but it would break mom and dad’s heart." I watched him as he turned and walked to the door, stopping just outside in the hall. "Besides, that fucking slut probably started it anyway." It was my turn to get angry, but I kept quiet, knowing that I’d just make things worse by shooting my mouth off. He just looked at me for a few seconds, starting to look more hurt than angry. He shook his head. "Fuckin’ A," he said in a trembling voice, and then he left. That had to be the most miserable feeling I’d ever had in my life. I sat up and just stayed there on my bed for a good hour, wondering what I could’ve done to have prevented this. I fully expected that Cal would never talk to me again, though I was surprised that he hadn’t beat the shit out of me. I noticed a lot of people looked at me and passing comments behind my back at school, and I learned from a friend how Cal had found out. His buddy Ronnie had driven by the lake yesterday with his own girlfriend, and they saw Tammy and I together, though I don’t think they saw us fooling around. There were plenty of rumors to that effect, however, most much more bizarre and outrageous than anything we’d actually done. Tammy came up to me that afternoon between classes, and I could tell just by looking at her that she already knew the worst of it. She looked even more miserable than I felt, not even saying anything, just looking at me like her heart was on the verge of breaking. I took a step toward her knowing very well what would happen when I did what was going to do, but I didn’t care. I hugged her, right there in the hallway, and she didn’t hesitate to put her arms around me and hug me back. A chorus of hoots and cheers began from the other students, but I ignored them. "It’s okay," I whispered in her ear as she started to cry. "Its not the end of the world," I said helplessly. I wished that I could say something that would cheer her up, something that would make her stop crying and be happy again. I felt horribly inadequate. The catcalls quickly faded when they saw we were ignoring them, and I held Tammy there for a minute, trying to be as comforting as I possible could. Beyond her shoulder, I caught sight of a blonde girl at her locker who was looking over at us. She glanced away when she saw me notice her, but then slammed her locker shut and began to walk our way. Tammy had recovered, and looked up at me with a shaky smile. "I’m sorry," she said in a sniffly voice, slowly disengaging herself from me. "Those things they’re saying just got to me, that’s all." "Don’t pay any attention," I said, suddenly feeling angry. I hadn’t let it bother me before, but now I wanted to kill that bastard Ronnie or whoever it was that had started the rumors, if for no other reason than for making Tammy upset. "Uh, hi," a voice said at my shoulder. It was the blonde girl. "It really sucks what everybody’s doing," she said, sounding irritated. "I mean, its awful the way that people spread rumors. Its really stupid." I stared at her for a moment in mild surprise. She was wearing a faded black Akira t-shirt, and her hair was braided in a single braid which hung down from the left-front side of her head. She was cute in a punkish way, and seemed familiar, though I couldn’ t place her. "Thanks," Tammy said with a little smile, though she seemed equally surprised. The girl smiled back and shrugged, tossing her braid. "I just wanted to let you know that not everybody is talking about you," she said, then waved and walked off, her boots clunking loudly on the hallway. Tammy looked at me curiously. "Do you know her?" I shrugged. "Maybe. I might have had her in a class before." "It was nice of her to talk to us," she said. "I was beginning to feel like everyone hated me." "They’ll get bored in a few days and find something else to talk about," I said with a smile. I was happy when Tammy smiled back, looking much more cheerful. I felt like hugging that mysterious blonde. "You want to meet me after practice?" She looked doubtful for a moment, but then shrugged. "Sure." Just then the late bell rang, and I hugged her again quickly before we went our separate ways. We might be alienated from most of the school, and Cal would very likely resent me the rest of his life, but we had each other, and that was the most important thing.