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Date: 14 Apr 1997 19:09:44 GMT
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Brenda - A Love Story [ M/f f/f ]
by Tom Bombadil (c) Aug 1996
Chapter 1 of 9
Disclaimer: All the standard rules apply. If you are offended
by explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is
illegal to possess such materials at your location, if you are
under-age by law in your location, or if somebody else thinks you
might have too much fun reading it, stop right now and remove this
text from your computer.
This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions
described by me coming straight out of my imagination. As a work of
fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or
actions described, nor does it relate to any type of real events in
my life, or known to me in the lives of any of my friends or
relatives.
You've been warned.
This story was originally titled "Brenda's Conquest", and was retitled
after revision by the author.
In this chapter - History, first meeting, babysitting,
starting her conquest
**********************************************************************
< Well, I think I know what heaven is like. It can't be any better
than what I have right here, right now. Yes, being 25, I was supposed
to know better, and if anyone had found out, I'd be in jail, or worse,
but there's no way I could have prevented it. I was in love with her,
she said she was in love with me, and, knowing me better than I knew
myself, she took me. That's the only way to describe it. Not that
I'm complaining, you understand, it's just that I had very little say
in the matter.
To understand what happened, I guess I'll have to start at the
beginning. My name is Richard Tyler and I come from a smallish town
in the midwest. I have two younger sisters and a pair of rather
staid, very middle-class parents. Looking back, I can see that my
life was boringly typical and, other than a few incidents, uneventful
until I got to college.
I graduated from high school as normal, got good enough marks to be
accepted into the local U., and went there to study business for a
year. That's when the itch started. I had a steady stream of
girlfriends since I was sixteen, so I thought I knew everything there
was to know. That is, until I met a student from Melbourne here to
study local husbandry and ranching practices. This is not the girl I
fell in love with, but she taught me an awful lot about the world,
especially the world of sex, life, and adventure.
To give you an example, when we first met, I used my best line on her,
one guaranteed to work on most ladies. (I'm 6'2" of long, lean
muscle, and 'a good lookin hunk' according to the friends of both my
sisters). Her response? "Hey, a hayseed. A real one. I've never
met one before. You're not too bad looking either." What can I come
back with after a shot like that? With that accent of hers, it didn't
even sound like an insult. I just smiled and said "Ya got me pegged
right first shot, little lady." I learned more from her in that
first two weeks than I had from all my previous girlfriends put
together.
Besides great, and I mean *great* sex (hey, I was a hayseed from a
small mid-west town - missionary was almost all I knew) she dragged me
to plays, operas, musicals, jazz festivals, restaurants, taught me to
like seafood and real chinese, made me read some of her favourite
fantasy books (first I'd ever heard of some writer named McCaffrey)
and really opened my eyes about the world outside of my home. We both
still managed to get decent grades. It was the second-best time of my
life (the best before now).
She went back home after six months, leaving me to my humdrum world,
one I had to get out of. It was with a lot of effort, work, pleading,
and downright stubbornness that I finally got my way. The deal was,
if I finished two years of college here, with a 3.75 gpa or better, I
could take a year off and go anywhere I wanted, then go to the college
of my choice. Let me tell you, I almost gave up on dating and the
local girls, just going out enough to satisfy my basic urges, and
concentrated on the books and my workouts (have to maintain my
physique).
Well, I did it, barely, and spent that year working my way through New
Zealand, Australia, the Philippines, and most of the far east. By the
time I got back, all the hayseeds were out of my teeth, believe me.
That, my friends, was an education. I came back with most of my
middle-class attitudes and prejudices, well, 'adjusted', you could
call it. That probably contributed in no small way to my current
situation.
Now it was back to work, or rather school, and a part-time job. I
chose San Diego because it reminded me most of the best parts of
Australia, which I'd fallen in love with. I had a job waiting for me
too, through one of my old Prof's, working with some computer jockeys
who needed help putting together business packages. It was decent
pay, the job wasn't too tough, and the hours were very flexible.
College was tougher, since I switched from business to graphic arts,
and had to start over again. My folks just rolled their eyes at me
and said to go for it, as long as I would damned well finish this
time.
Well, now knowing what I liked, I spent a long time finding just the
right place to stay. With my job and a little help from home, I found
it - a beach house I could afford. A two story two bedroom shack
overlooking a rocky shoreline with a sand beach not more than fifteen
minutes walk away, in a quiet suburbia type of place. So what if it
was old. Everybody back home was jealous. It was also the most
important choice I ever made in my life, even though I didn't know it
then.
Between college and work, I didn't have a lot of free time, and, being
new, didn't know anybody to start off with. I did date occasionally,
but only out of necessity. There was too much to do right here and
now to find a bunch of new friends. So, I basically got adopted by my
neighbors.
They were a youngish couple, Mary was 28 and Will was 35, just
building up a new computer publishing business, and were starting to
become financially comfortable (middle class). She had some money
from an aunt someplace and they used it to buy and build their home on
the beach. It was far nicer than the glorified shack I lived in. Oh
yeah, the most important bit, they had two kids, Brenda and Vicky,
aged 9 and 7 respectively.
Mary was a plumping middle-aged mom who looked like she was great a
few years ago, but had let herself go a bit after the kids came
along. Red hair, green eyes, nice features, generous curves, but a
bit too heavy for my tastes. I found out later she'd put on the
weight after having to take some hormone pills for a while. It was
to my delight and constant frustration to see her slim back down over
the next two years, regaining her wonderful figure.
Will was seven years older than Mary, and they'd gotten married
shortly after she graduated from high school. He's a fit and trim
5'11" with sandy hair and hazel eyes and also looks good.
Their kids were wonderful - precocious, energetic, playful and smart.
They took after their parents. Just more so, as I found out later.
Enough introduction. Let me tell you about the first step on this
road I find myself on ... >
**********************************************************************
It was three days after moving into the beachhouse, late afternoon,
and I was sitting on the back porch soaking up some sun, enjoying a
nice cool glass of lemonade (the beer was still warm and I was
thirsty). Lying back on the lounger, eyes mostly closed, half asleep,
zonked from moving, work, and school, I was rather startled to hear a
voice coming from not far in front of me.
"Can I have some lemonade too, please?"
I opened my eyes to see this skinny little nine year old girl in a
bikini sitting on the railing of my balcony. Being the suave,
debonair world traveller that I am, I immediately grasped the
situation and came out with some witty comments. Yeah, right. I was
brain-fogged.
I looked at her and said "Who are you?"
"I'm Brenda."
"Oh."
After looking at each other for a few seconds, hoping my mind would
start working, she spoke again.
"You're new here. I'm your next door neighbour. Hi. I'm thirsty.
Could I have some lemonade please?"
It started to percolate through that this wasn't some sort of weird
dream. I was awake, and there was a little kid in front of me. Like
I said, brain-fogged.
"Uh, you live next door? Where's your folks?"
"Dad's working, and my mom and sister are at the beach. They won't be
back for a while yet. I can't get in the house 'cause mom has the
keys, and I'm thirsty."
"Oh. Right. Lemonade. Okay."
Well, like I said, I wasn't thinking too clearly, so I got up and went
into the kitchen to get her a glass. It was more of a surprise when I
turned around and found that she's followed me into the house. I
gave her the glass and ushered her back outside.
"You know, your folks wouldn't like it if they knew you were walking
into strange people's houses."
She looked at me real hard for a second. I felt like a bug under a
microscope.
"Why?"
I was finally waking up. I still couldn't come up with any kind of a
reply to this.
"'Cause you might take advantage of me?"
"Uh, well ..." More great conversation. This 9 year old had me
flummoxed.
"You wouldn't. You aren't the kinda guy who'd hurt kids like me. Mom
said so."
"Really? And how does your mom know that?"
She just sipped her drink and smiled at me a bit. She didn't answer
my question, just asked me another one of hers. This was getting
strange.
"Well, would you ever hurt me?"
Thinking carefully for a moment, I chose my words for a change.
"No, I guess your Mom is right. I don't hurt people, especially
children."
"Good. Mom said I could invite you for lunch tomorrow. What's your
name?"
"Richard. Lunch?"
"Rich or Richard?"
"Richard."
"Lunch tomorrow. If you're not busy."
Tomorrow was Saturday - no work, no school. I'd planned on either
unpacking everything or vegging out on the porch all day. Guess which
it would have been. She was eyeing me, waiting for an answer.
"Uh, I think I'd better hear that from your Mom before I say yes."
"Good! You'll come. Can I use your bathroom? I need to go pee."
"I guess. It's right beside the kitchen." She was off into the house
before I stood up. By the time I got to the door, she was in the
bathroom and had closed the door. Shaking my head, I sat back down to
wait. Ten minutes later I was getting a little worried, and was just
about to get up and check on my 'guest' when someone called for my
attention. A lady in her late twenties and a little girl were walking
up the path to my place.
"Hello. Have you seen Brenda? She said she'd be here."
Oh shit. "You must be her Mom."
"Yes. So she has been here."
"Hi Mom!" Brenda came out onto the porch, re-tying her bikini bottom.
It was an embarrassing scene. I knew nothing had happened, but the
implication that something might have been going on was there. I was
blushing.
"Hi dear."
Now for the really embarrassing part. She came up behind me and gave
me a big hug around the neck and a kiss on the cheek.
"Look what I found! Can I keep him?"
"Of course you may, if he doesn't object. But you'd better let go for
now, you're embarrassing the poor gentleman. Besides, you need to
introduce us."
"Okay. Mom, this is Richard. Richard, this is Mary, my Mom, and
Vicky, my sister."
Hello's were exchanged. Mine were a bit strangled because she hadn't
let go of my neck.
"So, is he coming for lunch tomorrow?" Mary was speaking to Brenda,
over my head, as though I weren't there.
"I think so. I think he's a bit shy though. He says he needs your
okay first."
"Tell him I said it's fine. Make sure he dresses properly, Grandma
will be there. See you in a while. Bye Richard."
She and the younger one, the seven year old, walked on up the path to
their place, leaving Brenda alone with me. Now, as far as I know,
this isn't normally what you'd expect from a mother or her daughter.
It certainly wasn't where I grew up, and I doubted it was normal even
here in California.
"Erg, could you let go, please? It's a little hard to breathe."
She let go and sat back up on the porch railing.
"So it's okay now. You're coming for lunch tomorrow. Mom says you
hafta dress nice, so wear long pants, good shoes, and a nice shirt.
No jeans. Come over at eleven. See ya!"
She jumped and ran, not waiting for any kind of answer. Not that I
had one, or could thing of any questions or objections either. This
is what the term 'railroaded' was invented to describe. They'd hit
me when I wasn't ready, kept me off balance, and had me where they
wanted me before I knew what was happening. This I figured out
later. At the time, I was just too stunned.
Guess where I ended up for lunch the next day.
**********************************************************************
< That was the start of it. I don't remember much about that lunch,
except for two things. Brenda treated me like her date, leading me by
the hand for introductions and a tour of the place, sitting beside me
during lunch, and walking me home afterwards. Somehow they also
talked me into having dinner there the following Saturday. >
< For the next few years, things went a little smoother. I guess
Brenda and her mom had a talk or something, or maybe she realized how
much she was embarrassing me, because she was rarely as forward as she
was those first two days. I was a frequent visitor over at their
place, either for lunch, dinner, cards, or just to socialize,
sometimes a half-dozen times a month. >
< Both kids were frequent visitors at my place as well, popping over
whenever they saw my back door open. I learned to close it whenever I
was going in for a shower or was changing, because they'd walk right
in without knocking. It scared the hell out of me the first time I
walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a small towel and saw
two faces grinning and staring at me over the back of the couch. >
< When I talked to Mary about it, nervous as hell and blushing, of
course, her answer was, to say the least, not what I expected. >
< "Richard, it's your house, so you make the rules. You can kick
them out if you like, or tell them not to come over, but I will not
tell them how to behave over there. That's up to you. As long as you
never hurt them, I'll be okay with whatever happens. They both like
you a lot and they both trust you, as do we." >
< Talk about ambiguous and open-ended. >
< Sometimes, when they couldn't get a sitter, Mary and Will would
leave the girls in my care overnight. This happened regularly,
usually once or twice a month, starting that fall. I'll tell you
about the first couple of times. It'll show you how they were slowly
wearing down my resistance, or scruples, or morals, or something.
Anyway ... >
**********************************************************************
The first time I babysat for the two girls was about three months
after I moved into the beachhouse. It was November, the weather was
unusually chilly with lots of wind, and my place was full of cold
drafts. Like I said before, the place is an old shack.
I guess it's about time I described these two 'little' girls for you,
before I carry on. It'll help you understand a bit better. Both
girls were young, still kids, showing no female development
whatsoever. They were skinny, with long legs, long arms, long necks,
nice tans, and both showed the potential for true beauty later in
life. Their eyes were a deep green, just like their mothers'.
Vicky (Victoria) is the younger of the pair by almost exactly two
years. Her birthday is at the end of March, her sister's is at the
beginning. She was then seven years old, about 4'8" tall (really tall
for her age, probably end up around 6'). Her hair was long, halfway
down her back, naturally wavy, and a rich, deep brown color. This was
the lady of the pair, usually prim and proper, dressed nicely, rarely
dirty or dishevelled. Behind the outer shell, though, was a daring
and mischievous mind, always looking for something new or interesting.
Brenda was the same height as her sister, despite the two years head
start, and would soon be passed. She was nine, and had the most
gorgeous head of strawberry blonde hair I've ever seen. It was cut
short, barely shoulder length, and was just as wavy as her sister's.
This one was the tomboy. Almost nothing stopped her from doing
whatever she wanted whenever she wanted to. The main difference
between her and her sister was that she didn't hide any of her daring
or impish curiosity behind a mask. It was all in the open. She had
both a temper and an extreme stubborn streak. Get her mad at you for
something and she'd stay mad for a week.
Did I mention before that they were both highly intelligent,
precocious, daring, fearless, and had a set of morals that were mostly
alien to mine? More on that later - for now, back to babysitting.
I wasn't too nervous about this because they were at my place a lot
anyway. Since that first day, I had always treated both of them like
small adults, talking with them rather than at them, never ignoring
them, and always listening and being fair. It showed, because they
also treated me fairly, as an adult and an equal. They were still
kids, though, and respected my knowledge and authority. Usually.
Mary dropped them off at three, giving me some emergency numbers and
last minute instructions on bedtimes. Being Saturday, these were
flexible. They expected to be back the following afternoon. The
girls had their backpacks, nighties, a change of clothes each, and
some toys, games, and books to keep them amused. Oh, if you're
wondering, this wasn't a paid thing. It was a favour for friends.
We watched a little TV, played a little, Brenda wrestled with me on
the couch (I lost), then had dinner. Corn on the cob, 'burgers, and
salad made a good meal, I thought. Jello for the girls for dessert.
Later in the evening, after some TV, they wanted me to read them some
more out of their latest book. It was something they'd started me on
early. About once a week, we'd sit together on the couch and I would
read them a chapter or two. They thought it was great, and I didn't
mind. It was fun having them around for company. And besides, it was
expanding my mind and my vocabulary.
Now, if I haven't mentioned it before (yeah, right, a dozen times
already), these girls were intelligent and precocious. Books, to
them, meant one thing - great stories and tales of adventure, magic,
and mayhem. You're thinking sleeping beauty, little red riding hood,
beauty and the beast. Not for these two. Lord of the Rings, Beowulf,
The Iliad, Drangonriders, The Malloreon, Discworld, this was the kids'
reading material. Their favorite authors were (and still are)
Aspirin, Hawke, and Pratchett. At that age, I hadn't even started
reading Enid Blyton.
I let them stay up a little later than their normal, then sent them
to bed. They were supposed to sleep in my spare bedroom. That lasted
until five minutes after I got to bed.
"It's cold." "I'm scared!" "I'm lonely." "I miss Mom and Dad."
"Can we sleep with you?" "Mom and Dad let us." "This house makes
funny noises." "Why is it so dark in here?"
You get the idea. I didn't think their parents would really
appreciate me sleeping with the two girls. Call it a bit of
prudishness on my part, but even if nothing happened, and nothing
would, just the thought of sleeping with them made me nervous. I sent
them back to their own bed. About a half-hour later I was awake
again, a thump in the hall bringing me to full alert status.
Burglars? Nah, had to be the girls. I pulled on my sweats and went
to find out.
Vicky was sitting in the hall, a blanket wrapped around her, leaning
against the wall. "I'm scared."
"Where's your sister?"
"Downstairs"
"All right you, back to bed."
"I can't sleep in there. It's too scary."
I left her there and went to find her sister. She was downstairs,
sitting in a chair, wrapped in a blanket, staring at the TV. The
sound was turned off so I wouldn't hear it.
"Well? Why aren't you in bed?"
"It's too cold and lonely. Vicky won't stay in there, so I came down
here."
I knew what was happening, of course, and so did the girls.
"Brenda, what would your mother say if she found out you ended up in
my bed?"
"Nothing. She would be mad if she knew you made us sleep by ourselves
when we're cold, lonely and scared, though."
Sighing, exasperated, knowing I'd already lost this one, I gave in.
She was probably right about her mother, too. "All right, I give up.
You win." She was running up the stairs before I finished talking.
I ended up with one girl curled up in either arm, covers pulled up to
our chins. I'm really glad their mother makes them wear full nighties
to bed. I left my sweat pants on.
Waking up with the two girls in my bed was an adventure in
embarrassment. They were still in my arms, Vicky facing me with her
head on my chest, one hand on my stomach, with my arm around her waist
and my hand resting on her hip. Brenda was facing away from me, butt
pushed into my thigh, with my other arm wrapped around her and that
hand being held by her on her chest. I could feel one of her nipples
pressing into my palm.
They were both still asleep, so I tried to slither out of there. All
this did was make things worse. When I tried to move my hand off
Brenda's chest, she grabbed it tighter, with both hands, and pulled me
back. I moved my hand off Vicky's hip and onto her waist. This made
her wiggle around, and she ended up with one leg over top of mine and
her crotch pressing into my hip. All I could do was lie back and try
to sleep. These warm bodies did feel nice, though, even being kids.
I did doze off again, and woke up when the girls started squirming.
"Just getting comfy" was the only muttered response I got when I asked
if they were awake. Yeah, getting comfy with my legs, arms, chest and
stomach. Hands and legs everywhere before they settled down to sleep
again. I was quickly getting used to this, though, and again nodded
off.
When the two of them finally woke up for real, I received a peck on
the cheek from each, a thank you, and a good morning. The rest of the
day was more normal.
A few days later, when I talked to Mary about what happened, her
response was again a surprise. Not as big as the last one, because I
was starting to know her, but still a surprise.
"Yes, I know. Did anything happen? Did you hurt either of them?
Were they unhappy? No? Then what's the problem? Like I said before,
it's your place. You control what happens over there. If you let
them sleep with you, fine. It was their choice too, remember."
Needless to say, next time I babysat, the two of them didn't even make
a pretense of going into the spare room. They waltzed up the stairs
and dropped their packs in my room, cool as anything.
**********************************************************************
< Somehow the years did slip by. For birthdays and Christmas I'd give
them things that would be special for them, rather than the usual
t-shirts or CD's or stuff like that. I gave Vicky a signed copy of
Neuromancer for her tenth birthday. She showed it off to everybody
for months. For Brenda's eleventh, I gave her a framed print of
Michael Whelan's White Dragon. It's been hanging in her room ever
since. Hey, I'd never heard of this stuff before, but it made the
girls very happy. >
< I didn't neglect things on the home front, either. I made regular
visits or calls home to talk with and gossip about family and friends.
The folks were fine, and my sisters were doing okay. I tried hard to
keep in touch with Caitlin, my baby sis, because I was always the one
she'd turn to for help or comfort when I was home. I did miss her. >
< By the time I was ready to graduate, my neighbours seemed more like
family to me than my own folks. Once I had my degree, and finished
some post-grad courses I wanted to take, it would be time to move on
in my life - start a career, get a social life again, find a good
woman, etcetera etcetera. Maybe it was my vague ramblings on doing
these things that made her strike earlier than she'd planned, suddenly
realizing that I wouldn't be there forever. She hasn't told me the
full truth yet, and may never tell me. >
< She started in on me just after finals were finished ... >
**********************************************************************
I got back from work early on a Friday, putting in extra time now that
my school workload was slowing down. It was now late April, so
the weather was turning nice, and this had turned into a gorgeous
sunny day. I changed into shorts and a t-shirt, grabbed a soda, and
went to the back porch to stretch out and relax a bit.
Brenda was already there, sitting in a lounger, knees tucked under her
chin, arms wrapped around her calves. She was staring out over the
ocean. I could tell she'd been crying.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothin'"
"Riiiiiight. I'll be sitting here when you're ready to talk." I'd
seen this too often to try and push her. Let her come to me if and
when she was ready to unburden herself. If she didn't want to talk to
me, she wouldn't be here. It did take a while. I was working on my
second cola before she spoke up.
"Richard, when you're finished school, you're gonna move away, aren't
you?"
All right, what gives? It's not the usual school/sister/boyfriend
problem that I'm used to. At least, not the kind I was used to when
dealing with my sister.
"Probably. I'll be starting a new job somewhere, maybe in another
city. Don't worry, I won't forget you. You're like family to me."
She sat there for a while longer, staring at the sea.
"No, I didn't think you'd understand."
Before I could respond, she got up, walked over, and kissed me - a
full French kiss right on the lips. Now THAT got my attention. She
kissed good for a kid. Hell, that was a good kiss from anyone.
Without another word, she walked off the porch and over to her place.
I watched her go, staring at her, too surprised to say anything.
I guess I should describe her again, both for your sake and mine.
That kiss was a sort-of revelation for me, making me take a good
look. She was no longer a little girl at thirteen years of age. Now
she was a young lady, with many of her womanly charms developing.
There was a definite figure there now, with nice breasts, slim waist,
noticeable hips, nicely rounded ass, tapering thighs, and legs that
went on into next week. Her hair was still that rich strawberry
blonde, a little darker now at the start of spring, and her eyes were
the same luminous green, large and expressive. The rest had developed
from little-girl to young-woman, including a wide, full-lipped,
expressive mouth. I now knew from first-hand experience how soft and
tender those lips were, too.
She wasn't a kid anymore. She was a beautiful young lady. I hadn't
paid attention to the changes, even when babysitting. I'd gotten so
used to having them sleep with me when they were over, I never noticed
the extra padding on the chest, the graceful curves, the rounding of
her bottom. Not even when my hand was holding her breast, as I then
remembered from the previous week. They still slept the same way when
with me, Vicky in one arm, facing me, with my arm wrapped around her
and my hand on her hip, and Brenda facing away from me, holding my
hand to her chest.
Am I a prime idiot, or what. Is there any other male out there who
wouldn't have noticed holding on to a beautifully shaped breast on a
very pretty thirteen year old?
Thinking about it, Vicky wasn't a little kid either. She was two
years behind Brenda in age, but not nearly that far behind in
development. A bikini now had something to hide, or show off if you
will. Her breasts were thickening pads behind her nipples, waist
becoming defined, baby fat disappearing, hips widening, bottom
starting to round out. She was now about 5'3", while her sister was
5'2".
I wasn't going to be sleeping with them while babysitting anymore, I
decided. That decision turned out to be academic anyway.
She was back again the next morning, around ten. No hello, no knock,
just suddenly there on the porch, staring out over the ocean. Now, I
know I'm not the greatest conversationalist in the world, but usually
when you say 'hello' you get some sort of response. Not that day.
Time to wait it out again. I carried on, doing a little housework,
some light reading, and writing up notes for work.
I made lunch for two, and we ate it in silence on the porch.
In the afternoon, Vicky came over for a while. She was her usual
cheerful self despite Brenda's mood. I took her into the kitchen and
asked what was wrong with her sister. Her answer? "You, silly!"
When I pressed her on this, wanting to get some real answers, she just
shut up or played dumb.
Vicky went home for dinner, but Brenda stayed on the porch. I made
dinner for two, and we ate that in silence as well.
Time to ask her mom for help. I found Mary in her kitchen, cleaning
up after their dinner. Giving a hand, I asked what was wrong with her
daughter.
"Brenda? Nothing is wrong with her at all. It's her boyfriend that
has the problem."
"Boyfriend?" That was news to me. I didn't know she had a boyfriend.
Neither the girls nor their parents had mentioned anything about a
boyfriend.
"Yes. She's been seeing him for a while, but he seems totally
uninterested. It's very frustrating for her. She's got something up
her sleeve, though, so I'd be careful around her for a while."
She had a boyfriend. Brenda had a boyfriend. One that I didn't know
about. Someone stupid enough not to be interested in her. Why did
that news get me so, well, mad and jealous?
There was no sign of her at my place. I imagined her going to see her
boyfriend. It took me a long time to get to sleep that night,
wondering about Brenda and her boyfriend, and what they did together.
Sunday morning she was there again, sitting in the back. This time
Brenda was wearing a Bikini and sunning herself. I thought it was
better than her just being wrapped up in a ball like the last couple
of days. Communication lines were still down, even when I asked if
she wanted to talk about her boyfriend. It was starting to worry me.
Believe it or not, I did care a lot about this young lady. It hurt me
seeing her like that, especially since it seemed she was taking out
her social problems on me.
Being ignored was starting to get to me too, even though I tried not
to show it.
I carried on with my chores and work, occasionally going out to sit
with her for a few minutes. After my revelations the other day about
her growing up, it was impossible to ignore her in that bikini,
especially when she was on her stomach with that ass of hers exposed
to view (guess what my favorite bit of female anatomy is). Each time
I came back in, I had to adjust my cock into a more comfortable
position. It's bloody awful when someone you've basically regarded as
asexual (I don't fancy kids as sexual, personally) suddenly turns into
a cock-hardening piece of jailbait without you noticing. She IS
supposed to be like a sister or a cousin or something, right?
Lunch for two was again silent.
Later in the afternoon, it started clouding over and getting chilly.
She showed no sign of moving, and it was obvious that she was getting
cold. Well, I'm the one that's supposed to know better, so I brought
her inside, wrapped her in a quilt, sat her on the couch, and made her
some cocoa. No verbal response, but I did get a smile. That was
something I hadn't seen for days and it made me feel a lot better.
Vicky came over after supper (I cooked for two again, if you hadn't
guessed) hoping for a reading session. Sure, why not.
I fetched drinks - soda's for the girls and beer for me - picked up
their book, and relaxed into my recliner. Readings generally lasted a
half hour to an hour, depending on moods and the storyline. Two
minutes into things, Brenda got off the couch and crawled up into my
lap, quilt and all. The only two words I got from her for three days
were "I'm cold".
Well, I wasn't very successful at not getting erect with that girl's
bottom in my lap and her breasts resting on my chest. There's no way
she could miss it, since it was running along her ass-crack, but she
didn't move, say anything, or even blink. I could feel her nipples
through her bikini and my shirt. She certainly didn't feel cold. Her
head was resting, quite comfortably I might add, on my left shoulder
just below my jaw line. Don't get me wrong, I did enjoy the feel of
her body, it was just my scruples getting in the way. This was still
a thirteen year old woman-child in my lap, despite what my body and my
lewd imagination were saying. Somehow my emotions were also
conspiring against me. Her little sigh of contentment left me flushed
with a warm all-over glow.
After the reading was over, the two of them headed home. One thing
she left me with, something which really confused me, was a big, warm,
wet, kiss, just as she was getting up to go. Speechless, I watched
that bikini-clad bottom of hers walk out the door and down the path.
Emotions and feelings I didn't know I had came out. Sadness at seeing
her leave, loneliness when she disappeared, and some jealousy and
anger over her boyfriend. I thought that if I ever met that jackass,
I'd straighten him out. Damned idiot, ignoring a girl - no, a woman,
like Brenda. Dipstick didn't know a good thing when he saw it.
The other thing she left me with was a raging hard-on, the one that
she'd been sitting on for the last hour. I wonder if she had any idea
how bad off she left me.
Monday I had no classes and no work, so I did shopping, laundry,
housework, yard maintenance, studying, and some design work. She
showed up at four, curling up on the couch under the quilt, staring
out the window. It was a change - she was in the house. It was still
chilly out there. Dinner for two and an evening of TV. She went home
at eight.
Tuesday I had classes and an afternoon of work, returning home after
seven. She was on the porch, shivering. I asked if she'd eaten, and
she shook her head no. I carried her inside, wrapped her up, gave her
some cocoa, cooked her dinner (I'd already eaten), then asked what the
hell she was doing. No answer. What a surprise. I sent her home.
Wednesday I had work in the morning and early afternoon. This time
I made sure I was home before four. She showed up right on time
again. Same spot on the couch, dinner for two, some TV, and back home
at eight.
Thursday she was there at four, once again punctual. I went over to
talk to Mary about her daughter, leaving Brenda alone.
"She's spent an entire week over at my place. Haven't you noticed?"
"Of course we have. It's just that she can work out her boyfriend
problem a lot easier away from us, and your place is like her second
home."
"How can she work it out? She doesn't say anything! All she does is
stare at the ocean or the sky or the TV! I haven't had more than two
words out of her all week! There must be something seriously wrong
here."
"Richard, my daughter is hurting really bad right now. She is trying
very hard to work out what is to her an extremely difficult situation.
I can do nothing to help her, nor can her father or her sister. For
the first time in her life she has a problem that only she can deal
with."
"Surely to god there's something somebody can do? Maybe go out and
have an, er, friendly chat with this boyfriend?"
"No, that wouldn't work either. We've talked things over here, and
doing that would only make the situation worse. I really wish there
was something we could do."
"So you're just going to let her live at my place until she's solved
her problem?"
"That's your choice. It's your place, you make the rules. If you
don't think she should be there, you can always tell her to leave."
Talk about unsatisfactory. No answers, no solution, no clues as to
how to get into Brenda's head. Frustrated and uneasy I went back
home.
Dinner for two again. If this went on, I'd need more provisions, and
I thought about getting a better variety of food. Cooking for one
leads to a rather uninteresting, almost monotonous set of staples.
After some work and some TV, I sent her home at eight.
Friday, four o'clock, no Brenda. Five o'clock, no Brenda. Six
o'clock, ditto. I dropped in at their place to socialize for a
while. No Brenda. I went home again, watched some TV, and went to
bed. I was lonely.
Saturday was a gorgeous, warm, sunny spring day. For some reason, it
was even more perfect when I noticed Brenda sunning herself out in the
back again, in her bikini. I called out a good morning, just to let
her know I noticed. After cooking lunch for two, I went out shopping,
leaving the back door open for her, returning just before suppertime
to find she'd come inside, curled up under the quilt and fallen
asleep. She looked so innocent, so vulnerable, and yes, so beautiful,
it was hard to keep from picking her up just to hold her in my arms.
I swore that if I ever met that jerk of a boyfriend, he would regret
every moment of pain he caused this woman-child.
She woke up while I was cooking dinner. After eating, as we sat to
watch TV, she snuggled up to my side, still under the quilt. I put my
arm around her, feeling quite protective that evening. She felt good,
even though I was *very* careful about where my hand was. That bikini
left a lot of bare skin. When I went to bed, I was still muttering
half-formed threats against that boyfriend of hers.
Sunday, same routine, except that after dinner Vicky came over for a
reading session. I then realized I hadn't seen her all week. I guess
Brenda was just too depressing to be around. Funny that I seemed to
be happier with her there, even with her not saying anything. Yes,
she curled up in my lap again, gave me a big sloppy kiss, and left me
with another aching boner. I was still happy. Horny as hell, but
happy.
She was over again Monday.
Tuesday I worked late, returning home at seven. Once again, she was
out on the porch, shivering. I called her a bloomin' idiot and a
numbskull and several other G-rated versions of the same thing,
carried her inside, warmed her up, fed her, and told her that no
stupid jackass of a boyfriend was worth going through this shit for.
Wednesday I told her I had a date Thursday and wouldn't be home until
late. She just looked at me for a few seconds, then looked away. It
was impossible for me to miss that brief stab of pain in her eyes.
Later, lying in bed, I tried to figure out why it hurt her to know I
was going out on a date, and why I felt so bad about it.
Thursday. My date was okay, she was a nice lady I'd met in school,
and we'd dated several times before. She knew me fairly well, and
commented that I seemed distracted all night. I told her it was a
problem at work that kept popping up in my mind, and I apologized for
being such a drag. There's no way I could tell her that I was worried
about Brenda.
Friday. No Brenda. I went over to socialize for a while, and found
out she was on a date with some guy from her school. Not her
boyfriend. Okay, I can handle that, can't I? Maybe she's trying to
make her boyfriend jealous.
Saturday. No Brenda.
Sunday. No Brenda. I asked Mary if she was getting over her
boyfriend problem.
"I don't think so. This is the third day in a row she's had a date,
and each time she's been with a different guy. I don't know what her
boyfriend did, but she's apparently trying to make him jealous or get
even with him for something. I have tried to talk to her about it,
but with no success."
"What the hell does she think she's doing? Is this boyfriend of hers
worth it?"
"She thinks so. I'm not so sure. He's a nice enough guy, but in some
ways he is such an idiot. I just hope he realizes what's happening
before Brenda really gets hurt."
Vicky came over for a while later that afternoon, just to talk and get
away from home. I asked her about her sister.
"She's mad at her boyfriend. No, she didn't say why. Her boyfriend?
I kinda like the guy. Her dates? Jerks, all of them. Why? I think
she's lookin' for trouble. Mom thinks so too. Dad's stayin' out of
it, 'cause mom knows lots more about my sister's problem."
I don't know about Brenda's boyfriend, but she was certainly getting
me upset. And jealous. And worried.
Monday she was there. After dinner I tried to talk to her, to get her
to say something to me. I talked, begged, pleaded, yelled, and
shouted. I wasted my breath. Exasperated and drained, I sat on the
couch with her to watch some TV. She snuggled up to my side again and
I put my arm around her. The world was a good place again.
"Brenda, I'm working late again tomorrow night. Please try not to be
a blithering idiot again by waiting here for me because I don't know
what time I'll be home." No response. We just watched the tube for a
while.
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
Huh? What? I was watching a show when she said something and totally
missed it. "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention. What did you say?"
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
Do I? My mind ran through all the ladies I'd dated for the last year,
whether they ended up as bedmates or not.
"No, I don't have a girlfriend. I have some ladyfriends that I go out
on dates with, but no steady. Why do you ask?"
No answer. I did get a kiss before she went home that night, though.
It left me stiff as a board, but what the hell. It felt good. Her
question left me wondering what the hell she was up to.
Tuesday I got home at eleven. No sign that Brenda had been there.
Good.
Wednesday, no Brenda. I did get a call from home, one that meant some
changes were approaching. My baby sister was coming out early to stay
with me. We had planned on her coming out in late August, but now she
was going to be here in early may. Less than two weeks. Somehow
she'd managed to finish high school early, and wanted to spend the
summer here rather than at home. So she'd be here a few months
earlier than planned. That would give her some time to get used to
the city before going to college, since she'd already been accepted
into the same U. I was attending. Now, I know there's something more
to this because of the way my sister was trying to sound so easy going
and convincing. It was simpler to shelve my suspicions for later than
to worm it out of her over the 'phone. I looked forward to seeing her
again, even if it was because of some unvoiced problems.
Thursday. No Brenda
Friday I went over to talk to Mary before school was out.
"Yes, she's been out on dates for the last two days. Two more new
boys. I don't like either one of them."
"Vicky says that her dates have all been jerks."
"That could be. I've only met a few of them, so couldn't comment on
them all, but those few I don't like very much."
"Why do you let her go out then? She's going to get into trouble with
one of them eventually."
"Brenda is trying to sort out her problems with that boyfriend. I
think she's waiting for him to make her stop. I don't know if that's
going to work though, because she's playing dangerously. If it keeps
going like this, there will be trouble sooner rather than later."
"That's what I mean! One of those kids won't take no for an answer.
I'm sure of it. Doesn't that bother you?"
"Of course it does! She'll be losing her virginity to some creep
rather than to someone she loves! Do you think I'm that stupid that I
can't see what kind of dynamite she's playing with? If that boyfriend
of hers doesn't smarten up soon, I'll get Will to use a baseball bat
on him! Maybe then he'll understand what he's doing to my daughter!"
"That's something I've been thinking of doing myself for a week
already. I just wish I knew who he was."
"That would only make things worse, and you know it. She is the only
one who can really solve this problem."
"When she gets home, please send her over. I'm going to try and talk
some sense into that thick skull of hers, even if she won't say a
damned word to me."
She showed up at four. We had dinner, then we cuddled in front of the
TV. After a few caresses, I tried to talk to her.
"Why are you going out with all these jerks?" No answer. "All you
are going to do is get yourself into trouble. Nobody is worth the
problems you could cause yourself." No response. "Please, Brenda,
don't do this to yourself. Think of your family." Nothing.
"Please. You're hurting your mother, your father, your sister." She
just sat there with her eyes on the tube. "All right. For my sake
then. I just couldn't stand the thought of you being hurt by one of
those guys."
After talking a bit longer, still being totally ignored, I wound down.
It took a while but she did say something.
"All right."
Huh? An answer? A positive one yet?
"You mean you won't go out with those creeps anymore?"
"I won't go out on any more dates with those guys."
"What made you change your mind?"
No answer. No more answers for the rest of the evening. As she left,
I kissed her for a change. She smiled. I still couldn't figure out
what I said to change her mind about those creeps she was going out
with. It was something to puzzle over.
Saturday it rained. She and Vicky were both over for most of the
day. They both sat on the couch, reading, watching some TV, and
staring out the window. At least Vicky would still talk to me, so we
jawed about her school, the kids she knew, my work and school, her
parents, and my family. I cooked them lunch, then supper. We had
cocoa and popcorn in front of the TV later, and Brenda sat in my lap
until they went home. One thing about having her over regularly, my
beer consumption was way down.
Sunday was similar to Saturday, except they both went home for
dinner. It was lonely, cooking for myself again.
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< So far, so normal. Things were getting odd, but nothing truly
bizarre or weird was happening. Brenda was having a lot of trouble
dealing with her boyfriend problem, and was dealing with it in a way I
didn't understand, but I could handle it. I thought I could handle
it. >
**********************************************************************
<<End of chapter 1>>
Next chapter - End of her conquest, a decision, their first evening
(Well, do you think Richard will ever wise up? You and I both
know that he's as dense as a fencepost. Maybe he'll realize it too,
before it's too late. Not much sex so far - well, none actually - but
this is a rather long story. There's more than enough later, and some
plot twists you wouldn't expect.)
Author's note:
Enid Blyton is a well-known author of many dozen mystery books for
pre-teen and early teen children. The other authors and books
mentioned are real.
Subject: BOMBADIL: "Brenda - A Love Story" 2/9
From: S THOMAS BUSH <stbush@iglou.com>
Date: 14 Apr 1997 19:13:15 GMT
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Brenda - A Love Story [ M/f f/f ]
by Tom Bombadil (c) Aug 1996
Chapter 2 of 9
Disclaimer: All the standard rules apply. If you are offended
by explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is
illegal to possess such materials at your location, if you are
under-age by law in your location, or if somebody else thinks you
might have too much fun reading it, stop right now and remove this
text from your computer.
This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions
described by me coming straight out of my imagination. As a work of
fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or
actions described, nor does it relate to any type of real events in
my life, or known to me in the lives of any of my friends or
relatives.
You've been warned.
In this chapter - End of her conquest, a decision, our first evening
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< Here's where the results of their machinations finally showed up.
Something I never would have believed myself capable of years ago.
Something I still have trouble believing happened to me. Something
that I actively participated in. I still don't know what was going on
in my head at that time. Not that it really matters much, now. >
**********************************************************************
Monday she was back again. After dinner, when we were snuggling in
front of the TV, I asked her a question that had been bothering me for
a while. I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer.
"Brenda, why are you here at my place all the time? Your mother says
it's because you're working out a problem with your boyfriend.
Shouldn't you be with him instead?"
She turned and looked at me with those big beautiful green eyes of
hers. After a minute of staring, she kissed me, then turned back to
the TV.
I admit that I can be pretty dense. Sometimes things that are
obvious to others just pass me by. Hints may have to be less than
subtle. I do, however, notice it when someone hits me with a baseball
bat. That's what it felt like. A nice 32 ouncer right across the
back of my skull. I was the jerk, the bastard, that horse's behind.
Just to confirm my idiocy, I had to ask.
"I'm the boyfriend everyone's been talking about, aren't I?"
"Yes"
A simple answer, said so calmly and so easily she could have been
saying yes to having a soda. Like the class A-1 jerk I am, I opened
my mouth before thinking things through.
"Brenda, I can't be your boyfriend. I'm far too old for you!"
Here I am, cuddled up with her under a quilt, alone with her in my
place for the umpteenth time, watching TV, my arm around her, touching
and occasionally kissing, suddenly realizing what was going on. Like
I said. Dense. She had an answer for that. Or rather, she had a
question.
"Do you love me?"
I opened my mouth, ready with another quick answer, then shut it
before I made things worse. Besides, the more I thought it through,
the less sure I was of my answer. I did love her, but in what way?
I had no reply to give, so this time I kept silent. The thing that
surprised me was that we stayed snuggled together until it was time
for her to go home. She never moved away from me, and I never moved
my arm or myself away from her. We kissed again as she left.
Sleep only came to me early in the morning. It was haunted by
unremembered dreams.
Tuesday I re-arranged my work schedule so I could talk with Mary in
the afternoon before Brenda got home from school. It was a memorable
conversation.
"Mary, Brenda asked me a question yesterday and I don't know what kind
of an answer I can give her."
"Let me guess. First, you figured out who her boyfriend is, right?"
"I - Uh, yes."
"Then she asked you the big question. We talked about it last night."
"What am I supposed to say to her?"
"The truth, when you figure that out."
"Come off it. She's almost young enough to be my daughter. I can't
be her boyfriend. There's no way it could ever work out."
She *was* almost young enough to be my daughter. If I'd been really
unlucky my first time, I could have had a kid about twelve years old
at that point.
"Let's try something different before you say something you'll regret.
I'll ask you a few questions, and for each honest answer I'll give you
something in return. These will be difficult, so think before you
reply. Nothing you say will be repeated to anyone, either."
It wasn't what I expected. Then again, I had no idea how she'd react
in the first place. But this?
"How old were you when you first had sex?"
Instant panic. Then the automatic reflexes kicked in. "Sixteen."
"Richard, I said honest answers. That means the truth. Otherwise
leave."
Honest answers. This was important. Was I that transparent?
"You have to promise first that *nothing* I say here will ever be
repeated."
"You have my solemn word."
"I was twelve. Don't ask who with, because I'll never tell anyone
that."
(And before you dirty-minded pervs out there get any ideas, no it
wasn't with either of my sisters or my mother or my aunt.)
"The first time is supposed to be a wonderful experience. Did you
enjoy it?"
"No. Neither one of us had the slightest idea of what to do, so it
was messy, painful for her, upsetting to me, and downright scary
seeing all that blood. We never ever tried that again, at least with
each other."
"Yours was a little worse than average, but not by all that much. My
first time was when I was eleven. He was eighteen, and we both loved
every second of the event, even the brief pain when I lost my cherry."
"What sick bastard would fuck an eleven year old?"
She grabbed a beer from the fridge and put it in front of me.
"Here. You'll need that to wash the taste of foot from your mouth.
It was Will, my husband."
I shut my mouth, then had a quick couple of slugs. This was a shock.
It was difficult to picture Will as a pedophile.
"You see, I chose him to be my first because I wanted it to be
special. He was smart, good-looking, charming, and a really nice
person. It took a lot of convincing on my part to get him to 'take
advantage' of me. I don't thing he realized back then how things
would turn out. My mother never suspected a thing until I was
seventeen and I picked him to be my date at the junior prom."
"So you're saying that you approve of anything that happens between
us. Is that it?"
"I'll answer that with another question. How many of Brenda's
classmates do you think are still virgins?"
"What's that got to do with anything!?"
"Answer the question."
"I have no idea. All? Most of them?"
"Just over half. The others have already started in on their sex
lives, whether as a one-time thing or on a regular basis. By this
time next year, you'd be lucky to find half a dozen virgins in that
class. What I'm saying is that Brenda has made it clear that she will
be active soon, with or without you. She chose you years ago, but
you've been so thick-headed that you've never noticed. Then you drop
hints about moving away. What do you think that's doing to her?"
Now I'm trying to picture it from her point of view, and I realize
that I can't. She's probably spent more time at my place than
anywhere outside of home or school. We've done things together that
require a great deal of trust and faith in each other. Hell, she's
been occasionally sharing my bed. I thought I knew her. Trust, yes.
Faith, yes. Love?
"Mary, what is it she's looking for from me? I need to know."
"You have to ask her that. Once you start asking the right questions,
she'll start talking to you again."
"How long have you been in on this conspiracy?"
"For half a year. That's when she became serious about you. Before
that, it was just an infatuation, and we ignored it. Since then,
Brenda, Will, and I have had quite a few arguments, but she has her
mind made up. If we say no, she's made it clear that her second
choice is either the football team or the baseball team. I *thought*
she was joking, but she didn't smile or laugh when she said that.
Brenda gave us a choice, and we would rather she have her chance with
you than do something stupid in retaliation."
It took a few seconds for me to absorb that shock.
"Is there anything else I should know?"
"Only this. I love my daughter, and I do not want to see her get
hurt. Make certain that you can live with your choices, whatever
they are."
She was over at four, as usual. I was getting good at this cooking
for two business, since I was getting so much practice. The quality
of the food and the cooking had gone up considerably over the
course of those two weeks.
After dinner, we cuddled again, adding in some more caressing and
kissing, this time watching the sunset.
It was time for some honest answers, I hoped.
"Why did you choose me?"
She looked at me, looked back at the sunset, and sighed.
"You are a really nice guy. You are handsome, intelligent, willing to
learn, and you can think. For me, you've always been a person, not
just another adult. You treated me nice, paid attention to me, bought
me things that were special just for me, and you said you'd never hurt
me. You never have. Lots of times you could have taken advantage of
me, teased me, sent me home for teasing you, or tattled when Vicky and
I fought, but you never did. I fell in love with you. That's why I
chose you."
All right, what was I supposed to say. She just bared her soul, and
I didn't know if it was within me to give her what she wanted.
"What are you looking for from me?"
"Love. The real kind. I think you love me, but I don't know for
sure. I guess it's 'cause you don't know either. I'm waiting for you
to figure that out."
I guess I asked the right question. Could I handle the answer? It
definitely needed a lot of thought. One thing I did notice - over the
past two weeks it had changed from her showing up and sometimes
snuggling up to me to *us* cuddling, caressing, and kissing. There
had never been a full-time lady in my life (except the Aussie, but we
both knew that would end) and sitting there, sharing time with Brenda,
did feel awfully nice. But did I love her like she was the love of my
life? Once again, I had no answer to give.
Wednesday, when we were cuddling, I asked one more question.
"Brenda, if I did leave, what would you do?"
I could feel the tension and shock roll through her body.
"Richard, if you left me, I would be heartbroken for a long time.
Eventually I would get over it, of course, and try to find someone
else. It would never be the same as with you, but I would probably
find a man I could care for. He wouldn't be as good for me as you
are, but if that's what you decide, then I have no choice."
"I haven't decided yet. I wanted to hear from you what might happen.
It helps to know you wouldn't do something really foolish."
Later that night, I tried to picture someone else sitting beside me
on the couch, someone besides Brenda. Anyone else. I went through
my batch of possible dates, the ladies in college, the ones I met
overseas, even the girls from high school. It wasn't difficult to
picture sitting and cuddling with most of them, but it was impossible
to imagine sitting there and getting the same feelings of togetherness
and belonging. Only one came close, and that was Nadine, the woman
from Australia. Of course, that may have been leftover lust. She was
still the best bedmate I'd ever had.
That didn't do much good.
Thursday at lunchtime I got some help making up my mind. It was a
question I asked of one of our customers. We were treating them to
lunch, and things had already moved from pleasantries through business
and into general talk. Jerry, the customer's head guy, was going
through his fourth divorce. I asked him if he'd ever found the
perfect woman.
"Once, a very long time ago, I did. She was beautiful, intelligent,
cuddlesome, and a lot of fun to be with. I was young and foolish, too
full of myself. There were lots of chicks around. I took her for
granted, took too long to pop the question, so she found someone
else. It was only after she left that I realized how much I loved
her. I've been looking for someone like her for the last thirty
years. If you have a chance like that, don't pass it up."
"How did you finally figure out that you loved her?"
"That's an easy question for me now. The answer simply came too late
to help. Just picture that special person in your mind, in a time and
place where you both were happy together. Now imagine spending the
entire rest of your life without her. If you can do that with a
steady heart, you're not in love. If the thought makes you ill, then
you may be in love. The worse you feel, the more likely you love the
lady. I've never been in love since, but I keep looking, obviously
without any luck."
Later that evening, when Brenda and I were cuddling, I tried out his
suggestion. It was easy to imagine us sitting here watching the
sunset, because that's what we were doing. Pushing forward ten years,
then twenty, I removed her from the picture. I took out her form,
her smile, her eyes and hair, her unique smell, that fantastic ass,
her voice and laugh, the arguments and teasing, her temper, all the
books and readings, our kisses and cuddles, watching her in the
sunshine, seeing her sleeping, having her run all over the place, the
way we slept together, her face when she unwrapped a special present,
how she made me feel when we were together like that, everything.
Just imagining it left such a big hole in my heart I started to cry.
Brenda waited for my to finish, not saying a word. It was a quick
recovery, since I could still hold and cuddle her. We kissed.
"Brenda, I love you. For now and for always. As long as you want me,
I'm yours."
"It's about damned time you figured that out! I've been waiting a
year already! Now let's kiss for real!"
So much for my idyllic romantic scene. I needed to adjust my imagined
'love moments', modifying them to match the spirit and temperament,
never mind the impatience, of a thirteen year old girl.
There is something to be said for enthusiasm. Her kissing technique
needed a little work, but she was good and would get better. It was
definitely a lot of fun, especially when she was squirming on my lap.
I hoped I would never regret that choice. She went home at eight,
promising that the next day, being Friday, we'd start getting
serious. Talk about a suggestive statement!
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< Well? How would you have fared against this lady? Any better than
me? Or am I the only weak-willed person on the planet, the only one
who could have been captivated by this young vixen? >
< Something I always wondered about is what would have happened if she
had been less adamant about capturing me, or if one of those other
dates had gotten to her first. Where would we each be now? Would I
have found someone to love like I love her? Somehow I doubt it. >
< First, I'll tell you about the great time we had on Friday. I'll
save Saturday and all the surprises for later. >
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Friday was very ... memorable.
After my morning class and some early afternoon work, I dropped in to
speak with Mary again. That was before Brenda got off school.
"So, did she tell you?"
"She didn't have to. She was lit up like a beacon and bouncing off
the walls. The only thing she needed to say was "he's finally mine!".
You could be in for some rather, ah, interesting times."
"No kidding. That's what I'm here to talk about. You realize, of
course, now that I've said yes, what she's going to want?"
"Do we need to go through that again? I already understand what you
are going through, and how my daughter is feeling. This is her
choice. Just be good to her. It's all I ask."
Mary invited me to dinner Saturday, as a sort of celebration.
I decided to dress up for our first night. Shiny black shoes, black
socks, pressed black dress pants, and a white dress shirt with cuffs
and collar. I ignored the cologne, since most of my previous dates
preferred a natural smell if we were intending to become intimate.
Dinner was sort-of catered. I went out of my way to get some really
good Chinese take-out. It would reheat nicely in the oven or the
microwave. There was already wine and beer in the 'fridge, so that
wasn't a problem, though I doubted she had done much, if any, drinking
before. That was in addition to the usual assortment of sodas.
It took forever for four o'clock to show up. Brenda didn't show until
five. The wait was worth it.
She and her mom must have worked for hours to get her looking like
that. Her red-blonde hair was pulled back into a pair of braids, one
falling behind either shoulder. There were hints of makeup on her
face, just enough to accent her eyes, cheeks and lips. She didn't
need any more. On top she wore a beautiful soft white blouse with
full sleeves and lacy neck and wrists. You could just see hints of
the lace bra underneath, through the fabric. Below that was a navy
blue miniskirt, just barely long enough to cover the tops of her
stocking in front and back, and showing them off on the slit sides.
Yes, she wore pale blue elastic-topped stockings. Her shoes were the
same navy blue as the dress.
This woman-child was a magnificent sight. Her outfit showed off all
her assets, including her long luscious legs, nice waist, petite
breasts, and, my favorite, that tight, round backside. If Brenda had
dressed like that on any of her dates in the last couple of weeks,
there's no way those guys would have left her alone. When she came
in, she did a slow turn, letting me get a good look at all sides of
that beautiful creature.
In spite of all the physical beauty, it was her eyes that drew me to
her. They glowed, revealing an inner fire I couldn't resist. For a
time, little existed other than her, all else fading into nothingness.
Her look of love, tinged with lust, re-ignited my passions, sweeping
aside all doubts and questions. The woman I loved was standing there,
waiting for me, wanting me.
"... like it?" She had been speaking, but I hadn't heard any of it.
"You are so beautiful ..." In two steps I was there, lifting her in
an embrace so we could kiss. I think I may have frightened her a
little, since it took some time before her arms finally wove
themselves around my neck. It was the single most wonderful kiss I
have ever experienced. The magic of the moment was simply too
powerful to ever be repeated in my lifetime.
That intense period of rapture slowly passed, leaving behind a legacy
of happiness, caring, and love. I came back to myself, regaining
awareness of my surroundings. She was returning my kiss with a hunger
I have rarely seen, pulling herself into me with arms and legs, almost
painfully crushing her lips to mine, our tongues dancing in and out in
an unchoreographed web of desire.
Did I teach her to kiss like that?
I pulled back from her for a moment. I needed to breathe. It was
either that or pass out. Once again I could see into her eyes and
was struck by the raw passion there, something I'd never seen in her
before, something I hoped would be there forever.
"Wow! Do you kiss all the girls like that?"
I chuckled. "Only one."
"Yeah? Who?"
"You." I leaned in for another kiss, one less forceful, but with all
the same love and desire I felt for this woman-child. Her lips tasted
of strawberries, I noticed.
That was something new for both of us, and it was a bit scary. I had
no idea how much this person could affect me until then, and the
result was frightening in it's intensity. No person in my life had
stirred up those emotions, whether lovers or family. For her,
everything was new, untasted and unknown. I had to bring down the
heat a little, or I really would have scared her. It was tough
reigning in my hormones.
We did eventually have dinner, curled up on the couch, watching the
sunset again. Despite my romanticism, the wine was left in the
fridge. Beer did go nicely with chinese, though. We shared two.
After dinner, she dragged me upstairs. "I want to see this thing I've
been sitting on for all these months."
She was serious. As soon as we were in the room, she sat on the bed
and told me to strip.
"I've seen everything but what's in your shorts, and I wanna see that
thing now too. Come on, get moving."
"Impatient, aren't we." I was just as impatient as she was, but was
also quite a bit more experienced. A little anticipation goes a long
way, and can be quite a turn-on. It only took me about two minutes
to undress to my boxers, but probably seemed more like twenty to
Brenda.
"Here. I'll let you unwrap your new toy."
My cock was already hard, tenting out the front of my shorts. She
came over, looking a little tentative, reaching out with one of her
small hands to touch the front of the bulge. That first contact sent
shivers through me. She traced the outline through the fabric, moving
it this way and that, getting an idea of the size and shape of it.
Hooking her fingers under the elastic on either hip, she pulled my
shorts down to my ankles in one motion. My cock sprang free and
bounced off her chin on her way down.
It was intriguing, watching her examine me, eyes wide and glittering
with excitement.
"Is this the first cock you've ever seen?"
"No, but it's the first one I've seen up close."
Interesting answer. I made a mental note to talk with Mary about
that.
It was my turn next. I sat on the edge of the bed and drew her in
to me, pulling her head down for a kiss. It was another
pulse-pounding event, with her holding my cock with both hands.
Removing my lips from hers, I began to explore the rest of her with
them, moving along her chin then down her throat. It was easy to undo
her blouse and slip it over her shoulders. She released my shaft and
dropped the blouse to the floor. Grabbing each other, we dove into
another kiss, assaulting each other with lips and tongues.
She pulled back, breaking our kiss and embrace, leaving us both
gasping for air. She giggled, the first time I ever heard that sound
from her.
"I think I need to be naked now, don't you?"
I sat there and watched as she removed her bra, dropping it on a
chair. She moved her blouse from the floor to that same chair. It
was soon followed by her shoes, skirt, stockings, and panties.
Now she was nude, standing there in front of me, blushing, but making
no move to cover up. In fact, she began to show off a little, turning
and letting me get a good close look at every part of her. As much as
I had seen with her in a bikini, this was much better. Her breasts
were small but perfectly shaped, topped by quarter-sized dark pink
aureole and little-girl nipples that were now hard and pointed.
Something I immediately noticed was that there were no tan lines.
Looking lower, in front and behind, I saw no tan lines anywhere - and
no hair. She must have seen the surprise on my face.
"We've got a very private backyard. Mom lets us skinny-dip in the
pool and get an all-over tan when nobody else is around. It's fun,
and a bit exciting. We do it all the time."
"No hair, either." I was stating the obvious.
"Well, I don't have much anyway, and it's easier to shave it all than
try and keep it trimmed for gymnastics. Besides, it makes me feel -
*nasty*."
"I like it. May I?"
I reached out my hands for her breasts, and she moved into them,
allowing me to touch, hold, fondle, and caress those tight little
tanned half-orbs. Stepping in closer, she pulled my head down towards
her chest, keeping her hands on my shoulders for support. How could I
resist such an invitation? At first, I simply let my head rest
between her mounds, getting used to the feel of being so close to her,
still using my hands to gently massage those fleshy pillows, gently
teasing and rubbing her nipples with my fingers. It was with care and
tenderness, using lips and tongue, that I began to nibble and lick my
way around the outsides of her breasts. They were warm, oh-so-soft
and silky, tasting slightly salty from sweat.
My hands moved behind her, one caressing her shoulders, neck, and
upper back, the other moving lower to touch and caress the backs of
her legs and that wonderfully tight, round, firm ass. It felt even
better than it looked.
Those gentle ministrations were having an effect on her. I could feel
her body's tension and hear her occasional slight, almost whining,
sigh of pleasure. Using both hands, I began a gentle caress of her
entire lower body, starting from her lower back, over her ass and down
the back of her legs, then up her thighs, over her hips to her waist,
across the front of her stomach, then down over her mound and the
fronts of her legs. When one hand touched her inner thigh, she
spread her legs to allow me access to her crotch. That, I denied
myself, for the moment. It was simply too much fun exploring the rest
of her beautiful body.
My mouth was not idle during that time. I licked and nibbled each
orb in turn, slowly inching closer to her nipples, until my tongue was
circling just out of reach of her buds. When I opened my mouth and
sucked half her tit into my mouth, she shuddered and groaned, pressing
herself closer to me, spreading her knees, and starting a slow rocking
motion with her hips. She was getting wound up in a hurry.
I continued to lick and suck on her nipples, pulling them into my
mouth and flicking them with the tip of my tongue, nibbling at them
with my lips, sometimes grazing them lightly with my teeth. My hands
continuously caressed her body, coming close to but never quite
touching her pussy. Her breathing was becoming faster and heavier,
those squeaking sighs more frequent. There was now a damp heat
radiating from her crotch, something I could feel whenever one of my
hands wandered near. The rocking of her hips was also getting faster
and more insistent, almost beginning to demand attention.
It was difficult to maintain a slow pace, but it was for her
pleasure, so I did. If I pushed too fast or too hard, I might have
scared her or hurt her, and that would have been unforgivable. My own
needs would have to wait, possibly for another day. With the promise
of a long future, it was a very small sacrifice.
Now she was completely lost within her own pre-orgasmic world. All
thoughts and inhibitions had disappeared. I was in control of her
body and her sensations, and I wanted to draw out her pleasure for
a while. It would have been easy (and I was tempted) to jam my hand
into her crotch and drive her into an almost immediate orgasm, but
that would be short-changing her after that long, delicious build-up.
No, taking my time and doing it right, despite the pounding of my
heart and the fire in my belly, was the best thing right then.
Moving both hands, I used one to hold, fondle, and squeeze those tight
ass muscles of hers, and the other I used to cup her pussy, all of it,
from her mound to her ass crack. She immediately spread her legs
wider and attempted to drive herself to orgasm by grinding her crotch
into my palm. I let my hand be moved along with her hips, denying her
that release. Her high-pitched sigh/whines were now interspersed with
the odd whimper and moan of frustration. She wanted to cum bad, and I
wasn't letting her.
It was easy to let my hand ride with her motions, leaving just enough
resistance to stimulate her, but not nearly enough to get her off.
Slowly she gave up on thrusting, settling in to a slight rocking of
her hips. Her whimpers and moans changed to sighs of pleasure when I
increased the pressure of both hands, one pushing from behind on her
ass, the other pushing up from below and in front against her pussy.
She was completely soaked between her legs, pumping out an amazing
amount of liquid for such a young girl. It was easy to lubricate one
finger and let it settle in between her lower lips, sinking it deep to
lie full-length against her inner recesses. Her rocking motion
increased in intensity, becoming harder and faster, but only moved
a few inches back and forth.
I let her get herself off, rocking and swiveling her hips, changing
position and angle to press her most sensitive spots against me. I
helped by grinding my palm into her mound to stimulate her clit, and
by crooking my finger and driving the tip into her hole.
She came with a gasp and a shudder, her entire body tensing and
stopping all motion. I responded by attacking her with hands and
mouth. I had never stopped licking and nibbling her nipples, but
I went back to a hard sucking, tonguing, and nipping of them. My
hands were driving fast, replacing her now absent motion with their
own, pushing her, rubbing her clit, her slot, and the first inch of
her vagina. With that strong, flexible, well-conditioned gymnast's
body of hers, she could handle a long, drawn-out climax, and I gave it
to her. I kept her there for a good minute or so, only slowing and
stopping when she ran out of air. I'm not sure how many peaks she
had, but each one was punctuated by another loud gasp and a firmer
pull on my head with her arms.
To prevent her from collapsing on the floor, I stood and picked her
up. Laying her out on the bed, I crawled on beside her, pulling her
to me in a tight embrace. Shudders were still running through her
from that long, intense set of orgasms. I pulled a blanket over us
both, then kissed her, lightly, before settling down for some rest.
She needed it.
I guess I drifted off for a bit there, because I woke up to a
wonderful sensation on my cock. When I looked, Brenda was curled up
between my legs, one hand slowly stroking my shaft, while she licked
the underside with her tongue. Her eyes flickered up to meet mine for
a second, acknowledging the fact that I was awake.
"I think I like my new toy. In sex ed they always call it a penis.
What do you call it?"
"Well, when I think about it, I call it my cock."
"Sometimes the other girls call it funny names, ones I don't
recognize. Can you tell me all of them?"
"<chuckle> Brenda, even I don't know all the euphemisms people have
for a cock. There's hundreds of them. The one's you'll usually hear
are cock, prick, dick, penis, shaft, rod, dirk, dagger, love tool,
willie, baby-maker, spunk-jet, rocket - ah hell, I can't remember any
more right now."
"Do you like what I'm doing to you?"
She was giving me a nice, leisurely hand job with a lot of tongue
action thrown in. It was a fairly skillful effort too. Somehow I
didn't think this was her first time - she was doing too good a job.
"Yes, this feels really nice. How many other boys have you done this
to?"
"None. This is my first time. I've never touched
a ... cock ... before."
"How come you're so good at it, then?"
"Well, if you promise not to tell anyone, I'll let you know."
I promised.
"I've been watchin' mom and dad for years. They do all kindsa stuff.
This is one of dad's favorites. Of course, mom usually does this,
too."
She moved forward a bit and ... engulfed ... my cock. That's the only
way I can describe it. The feeling was incredible as her mouth closed
over onto two-thirds of my shaft. I guess she wanted to get used to
the taste or the feel or something, because all she did for the next
few minutes was do a bit of sucking and lick around on different
parts of the shaft and head. She pulled off and let go with an almost
audible pop, and resumed her slow stroking.
"That doesn't taste too bad. Not like some of the girls said. It's
kinda musky and salty, but not gross. What's that stuff?"
I opened my eyes again. She was staring at a drop of pre-cum sitting
on the head of my cock.
"That's a bit of pre-cum. Didn't they teach you about that in your
sex ed class?"
"N-no. It's not pee, is it?"
"No, it's not. I can't pee when I'm excited like this. The plumbing
inside gets turned off. They don't teach you much, do they."
"All they teach is about penises and vaginas and wombs and testicles
and ovaries and eggs and sperm and periods and making babies - and
lots and lots about funny diseases people can get. They don't say
anything about fucking or kissing or climaxing or any of the good
stuff. We gotta figure that out on our own."
"True. But that's all part of the fun of growing up. The older you
get, the more you know, the more fun you have."
"Yeah, but I wanna have fun now, not wait until I'm old. Heck, mom
started a long time before me, and Vicky ..."
"Vicky?"
"Nah. She hasn't done anything with guys yet. She's still a virgin
too."
So there's secrets for Vicky too. Something else to ask Mary about.
"It's time to play with my new toy. Now, how does mom do this ..."
She got up on her knees and leaned over my cock. Using her tongue,
she lapped up the few drops of pre-cum, rolling them around in her
mouth before swallowing. With one motion she was again taking over
half my cock in her mouth. This time, she started a slow bobbing
motion, sliding up and down my shaft. The conversation had distracted
me from what was happening, but suddenly I could feel myself edging a
little closer to that ultimate peak.
I could tell she was practicing, getting used to the feel of my cock
in her mouth, as well as its taste and smell. Her tongue explored
every part it could reach, including trying to insinuate itself into
the hole in the tip of my cock. I've had better blow jobs, but not
for several years. The girl was incredible, instinctively doing all
the right things. I guess watching a live show every once in a while
helps further an education more than I would have thought. I knew if
she kept it up, she'd find out first-hand what semen tasted like.
Brenda started trying something new. She pulled back a bit, tipped up
her head, and slowly sank down into my groin. I could feel the back
of her mouth, then some spasms as her choke reflex kicked in. Moving
back a bit, then forward again, she sank a little farther in, pushing
my cock deeper into her mouth. She pulled back a bit again, catching
her breath, then tilted her head a bit farther and pushed down again.
That time I could feel the head of my cock pass through into her
throat. I could see the concentration in her face - her eyes were
closed tight and her brow was drawn down. After pulling back for some
more air, she pushed in again, sinking down until her nose was buried
in my curly hairs. She'd done it. I could feel my cock being
massaged and compressed every time she swallowed, and could see the
lump in her throat where the head of my cock sat. She finally pulled
right off, breathing hard, with a look of real satisfaction on her
face.
All through it I could only lie there and stare at what she was
doing, with my jaw hanging open and my eyes bugging out. The last
time I'd been swallowed like that was in Puson, and that girl was an
expert. I've had plenty of blow jobs since Puson, but never had
anyone go right down on me. Guys, if you've ever had this done to
you, you know exactly how I felt. It's impossible to describe, trying
to combine the intense physical pleasure of a tight throat and warm
mouth with the mental stimulation of knowing that your cock is sitting
in the gullet of the woman in front of you, and she's doing it
willingly.
By the time she was done, I was gasping and shuddering, on the verge
of climax. But, she was done, and left me hanging there, unaware of
how close I was to blowing my load. She slithered up beside me and
gave me a big, warm, smack on the lips.
"Do you think you could be happy with me? I mean, I am rather young,
and underdeveloped, and I don't know much, and ... and ..."
"Shhh, Brenda, It's okay. C'mere."
I gave her a big hug and a kiss.
"Now listen. I love you. I love you for what you are, not what you
aren't. You are beautiful, inside and out, with personality, charm,
wit, intelligence, and a killer bod. Yes, you are young and
inexperienced, but everyone is at one point. I want to be with you
while you learn about life and love. As you grow older, your beauty
will change from one form to another, but you will still be beautiful.
I'll be happy just to be with you, as long as you want me. And I hope
that will be for a long, long time."
"Richard, I love you."
That next kiss lasted for some time. It's amazing how much passion
can be expressed by two people holding each other tight in a lip-lock
that just won't quit. It helps having a lot of skin contact, and
having a partner who can't seem to lie still.
We lay there for a while, sneaking little kisses from each other,
whispering about nothing in particular, holding and touching, just
getting used to being intimate. I watched the lust building up in
her eyes, until ...
"Richard, would you ..."
"Would I what?"
"Well, would you, like, do me?"
"Do what?"
"Well, like, sorta like I did you, sorta?"
"You mean, lick your pussy?" I was guessing.
"Well, yeah. I see dad do it to mom all the time and she looks like
she loves it but the girls at school say guys don't like it and they
won't do it 'cause it's gross but they like it too and say it's
wonderful but I don't know what it's like and I want to try it!
Please?"
How she got all that out in one breath I'll never know.
"Well, let's see. If you think about it, it is a little gross. I
mean, girls pee there, they have periods with all that blood and
stuff, they get nasty infections, and they get really sweaty and wet
in there."
"Oh."
"Of course, that's never bothered me. Eating out a girl is probably
my third-favorite thing to do."
"Oh!"
I moved in for another kiss. If she learned to kiss like this from
me, then she's a much better student than I am a teacher. Of course,
I could be better than I give myself credit for, but I doubt it.
It took a while for me to work my way down to her pussy. I lingered
on her neck for a bit, then paid more than lip service (Ha! I couldn't
resist!) to her breasts and nipples. By the time I arrived, she was
breathing heavily and letting out the occasional sigh. Shifting us
around, I moved in between her legs and lifted her calves over my
shoulders - my favorite position for a long, lingering session.
She was beautiful here too. No tan lines - even her pussy lips were
tanned. No hair or stubble anywhere. Even as worked up as she was
with her legs spread like that, her lips stayed tightly closed.
Using both hands, I opened her up to view her hidden treasures. That
let loose several trickles of her juice, which I immediately lapped
up. If her wiggling and groaning was any indication, she was
definitely heated up and ready for more.
With the tip of my tongue I traced the junction of her inner thigh and
crotch, from bottom to top, up over her bare mound, then down the
other side. After a short pause to lap up some more dribbles, I
circled back the other way, caught a few more drops, then went back
again. When I gave her one broad stroke from hole to hole to pick up
a little stream, I had to hold her down so she wouldn't throw me off
the bed with her hips. She liked it.
I began to lick at and in her hole to clean up all those delicious
fluids collected there. Inside, she was creamier than outside, and
her taste was a bit thicker and stronger. It was hard to keep up with
her flow, especially since I couldn't sink my tongue in all the way.
Her hymen blocked off access about an inch deep.
So I settled into a rhythm for a while, waiting to see if she'd cum.
Lick deep inside several times to pick up her thick cream. Run my
tongue along the outside edge of her hole for a few seconds. Trace a
line along the edges of both outer and inner lips. Dip down to tickle
her anus. Return with two or three broad strokes from hole to hole.
Back inside for more juice and cream.
Sometimes it was hard to keep the sequence going, especially when
Brenda tried to buck me off the bed. She hadn't cum yet, but her
moans and unintelligible cries and shouts let me know she enjoyed my
attentions. I was pumping my tongue in and out of her hole when
there was a sudden arching and stiffening of her entire body, combined
with a gasp of indrawn breath. I held her down tightly so she
couldn't throw me off, and kept licking up her cream. It changed from
a trickle to a stream, letting me enjoy a real mouthful of her
delicious juices.
She relaxed for an instant, exhaled in a big puff, then gasped and
arched her back again, seizing up in another peak. Then a third.
Breathing hard and fast, she rolled and jerked her hips at me, wanting
more. So I began a slow tongue-tip massage of the skin around and on
top of her tiny clit. It wasn't much bigger than the end of her baby
finger, but it was sensitive.
As soon as she felt the tip of my tongue near her sensitive little
button she began to hump her groin, looking for that extra
stimulation. I lubricated two fingers in her juicy crack and slid
them inside her, down to the first knuckle, and began a slow pump in
and out of her vagina in time with my teasing tongue.
It was time to speed things up a bit. I wanted her completely
satiated before she was completely exhausted, and with all the moving
around she was doing, she'd be pooped in no time. Pulling my fingers
away for a few seconds, I sent some broad strokes up from anus to the
top of her crack, both to collect up her spilling fluids and to
lubricate her completely again. Resuming my finger-fucking at a
faster pace, I pursed my lips around her clit and began to suck hard,
using my tongue to run all around and over top of her hood and
sensitive tip.
That sent her over hard again, but this time I didn't let up, and she
stayed arched, occasionally gasping for air, her unseeing eyes staring
at the ceiling, hands clutching the covers, thighs squeezing me tight,
and vagina spasming around my fingers. Oh, this girl was fantastic!
I finally relented when she came down, collapsing in on herself and
gasping for air. There was no way for me to know if she'd had one
huge climax, or a rapid succession of them. All I could be sure of
was that she'd really gotten off big time.
Crawling up beside her again, I cradled her in my arms, letting her
enjoy the aftermath of her release. When I kissed her, she responded
warmly, but quickly pulled back for some more deep breaths. I pulled
the blankets over us and let her drift off to sleep. I'd wake her
later to let her dress and go home. She told me earlier that her
mother would be waiting up for her.
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< At the time, I didn't try to analyze what I was doing or why I was
doing it. All that mattered was that I loved this beautiful young
lady, and she loved me. >
< In case you're wondering, my 'morals' had been greatly adjusted by
my experiences in the far east. Since I wasn't a regular tourist, it
went without saying that there were many places I got to that weren't,
shall we say, perfectly acceptable to western ideals. More than a few
times I was propositioned by girls who were, by my poor estimate, no
more than ten or eleven. Fifteen seemed to be about the median age in
those areas. The only time I indulged, though, was in the classier
massage parlors, where the management could guarantee me that the girl
of choice was at least sixteen. They may have mislead me once or
twice, but I did try to stay somewhat close to my parent's values. >
< Those were the girls I learned massage from. Somehow they had a
difficult time believing that someone could pay full price for a girl
to do *anything*, but then, after a brief session of lovemaking, want
to learn their arts. Strange, but true. They certainly enjoyed my
efforts, since theirs was the only body I had available to practice
on. I enjoyed myself immensely. You wouldn't believe how many
different techniques are employed in all the cities between Djakarta
and Sapporo. I tried to make certain the girl was *well* satisfied
before I left, since I usually asked for her again if I returned to
the same place. It made for a much more enjoyable session the second
time around. Of course, massage wasn't the only thing I learned from
them. >
< Oh, right, sorry for rambling on there, but those were times I
remember with a great deal of fondness and joy. >
< Getting back to my story, it's about time I explained what happened
the next day, Saturday. You see, I'd forgotten that my sister was
about to move in with me, and I never mentioned it to anyone,
so ... >
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<<End of chapter 2>>
Next chapter - A sister's surprise, spies, a crisis
(No way this would be their last time together. It was just too much
fun, at least for Brenda. Besides, poor Richard was left with a woody
and blue balls. Would anyone else be joining in later, though? And
what about that slip of the tongue about Vicky? Something to watch
for. Later on, things heat up considerably - literally!)
Subject: BOMBADIL: "Brenda - A Love Story" 3/9
From: S THOMAS BUSH <stbush@iglou.com>
Date: 14 Apr 1997 19:12:58 GMT
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Brenda - A Love Story [ M/f f/f ]
by Tom Bombadil (c) Aug 1996
Chapter 3 of 9
Disclaimer: All the standard rules apply. If you are offended
by explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is
illegal to possess such materials at your location, if you are
under-age by law in your location, or if somebody else thinks you
might have too much fun reading it, stop right now and remove this
text from your computer.
This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions
described by me coming straight out of my imagination. As a work of
fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or
actions described, nor does it relate to any type of real events in
my life, or known to me in the lives of any of my friends or
relatives.
You've been warned.
In this chapter - A sister's surprise, spies, a crisis
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< The first thing that happened on Saturday was that my sister arrived.
This didn't go unnoticed. I managed to get her to talk about the
real reason she'd come out so early. It was nothing like what I'd
imagined... >
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Somehow I managed to crawl out of bed around ten. It had been a long
and rather sleepless night, with dreams of Brenda haunting me during
the wee hours of the morning. I'd gotten her up around midnight and
sent her home, with a great deal of protesting from her, and not much
real conviction on my part. I wasn't used to sending my bedmates home
to mama.
Since the doorbell was what woke me, I wrapped up in a robe and went
downstairs to answer it. There was my baby sister Caitlin. It was
right about then that I remembered she was supposed to be here today.
I hadn't seen her in three years, and she'd changed. Boy, had she
changed! The last time I saw her, she was fourteen and just beginning
to blossom, tall and gangly, knock-kneed, uncoordinated and tripping
over everything. I knew then that she'd be a real beauty, because
she'd inherited the best genes from both our mother and father.
Now, at seventeen, she'd grown from a promise to her full
inheritance. I could still recognize her as my sister, but could also
see her as an absolute beauty. Let's see, from the top. Her hair was
dark, almost black, long and lustrous, currently pinned back into a
ponytail. Her complexion was fair and lightly tanned, with natural
highlights around her cheeks. Her lips were a light red, her eyes
dark brown, large and liquid. She'd inherited some of our father's
height and build, standing 5'7" in her bare feet, with a long, lean
frame, and some of mother's assets, with generous ('C' cup) breasts, a
narrow waist, curvy hips, a tightly packed and wonderfully bouncy
backside, and long, slender legs. I learned later that she kept her
figure with lots of swimming and aerobics. She was wearing a silk
halter top, tied off just below her breasts (no bra), and long, tight
jeans.
She smiled, and did a slow pirouette.
"Finished gawking yet, Rich? Are you going to invite me in, or stare
at me all day?"
I closed my mouth, blinked a few times, took a deep breath, and
croaked. After clearing my throat, I invited her in. I also dragged
in her three suitcases, her trunk, and her duffel bag. She was
travelling light.
After we exchanged greetings and hugs, I got us a couple of sodas
and we sat on the couch to talk.
"Well?" I asked, staring pointedly at her. This had always worked
before, since she could never match my gaze if she was holding
a secret. Eventually she would just blurt it out. It worked this
time, too.
"You didn't buy that story, did you?"
I never even bothered to answer. She was squirming around, looking
everywhere but at me. I just waited. She eventually sighed, and
stared at the floor.
"I guess if I can't tell you, then I can't tell anybody. Will you
promise to keep this a secret?"
"Sis, I promise that whatever you tell me will remain a secret to
everyone living in this house." I had to throw that in, because
somehow I knew Brenda would worm all my secrets from me, eventually.
I considered her part of 'my' house now. Something I hadn't
considered, up until then, was how in hell I was going to explain
Brenda to my sister. I somehow doubted I could keep her a secret.
"Okay. You remember Gary Porter? He lived over on Dove street."
"Yeah, sort of. Wasn't he the tall skinny guy with the thick
glasses?"
"That's him. You'd never recognize him now. He wears contacts,
and he's on the football and rugby teams. He's filled out a lot.
We were going steady for a while, then he made a big stink about me
not giving him head on one date, and we broke up."
She said that so matter-of-factly, without even blushing, that I
blushed. My baby sis talking about sex like this? She had changed.
I continued my stare. She was far from finished, I could tell.
"Do you really need to know the story, Richard? It's really quite
personal and rather embarrassing."
More embarrassing than talking about not giving head to her
ex-boyfriend?
Now we were getting to the heart of the matter, in more ways than
one.
I nodded.
She sighed, and took a drink. "You remembered Gary. Do you remember
his little sister, Angelique?"
I shrugged. It's been quite a while, and anyone much younger than my
sister would have been ignored by me.
"Well, she's fourteen now, and she's the reason I'm out here now.
You see, while I was dating Gary, I also got to know his family,
including his sister Angie. She was ... well, I uh ... somehow
we ... Oh hell, I don't even know how to say it right. I kept going
out with Gary only because it let me get close to her. I don't know
how it happened, it just did. It's never happened to me before!"
Talking about sex with a boy wasn't embarrassing. Talking about
something between her and a girl was. This had to be something
special.
"You mean, you, and Angelique, a fourteen year old girl, got sort of
intimate?"
"Richard, we didn't get sort of intimate." She sighed a bit, staring
at the floor, then continued. "We were full-blown lovers. For three
months." She turned and stared at me, finally blushing. "There.
It's out. You know."
"So, how come you're here?"
"After Gary and I broke up, it was a lot harder for Angie and I to
find the time and privacy we needed. One night her father caught us,
bare-ass naked in bed and making out. He went ballistic. He
threatened to call in the police, our parents, the church, the school,
social workers, everybody. He wanted me put away for life for
'ruining' his daughter. I guess his wife was a little more tolerant,
or maybe a little more afraid of the stink it would cause. She and
Angie talked him into keeping things quiet, for their sakes, not mine,
as long as I left town. That's why I'm here early."
It was some shock, finding out that my sister had fallen for another
girl. And a younger one, at that. I thought about it for a while.
"Well? Aren't you going to yell at me too? Don't you think I'm
a wicked and sinful girl, just like them? Say something!"
"Sis, if you want to fall for another girl, who am I to say you're
wrong. It's your choice to make, not mine. I'm certainly not going
to yell or scream or anything like that. Besides, regardless of who
you share your bed with, you'll always be my baby sis."
She stared at me for a second, with her mouth hanging open, then
jumped into my lap and gave me a big hug and a rather un-sisterly
kiss on the lips. I hugged back, and my cock began to stir. Sister
or not, this was a beautiful and well-built lady squirming around
on top of me, and that kiss was rather suggestive. I hoped it was
just an accident. The last thing I needed right now was more
complications in my life.
"Really?"
"Yes, really. What, did you think I'd disown you or something?
You know me better than that."
"Thanks Rich. I needed to hear that. You're such a wonderful
brother! I'm glad you don't think I'm really weird and perverted.
It's been hard enough on me as it is."
"Sis, you're here with me now. You know I've always been there for
you, and I always will be. Who else knows?"
"You, me, Angie, and her mother and father."
"Our folks don't know? Gary?"
"Nope. Nobody else. I guess that's why it's been so hard. I
couldn't even talk to mother. It's been ... a strain."
She was on the edge of tears, I could hear it in her voice and see it
in the tension on her face. That was something we both wanted to
avoid right now. Let her cry later, when she was more comfortable.
"Yeah," I chuckled. "My poor poor overstressed sis. So many
troubles, so much heartache, nobody loves you. Nobody in the world
hurts like you do, nobody else ever ..."
"Stop that! You're teasing! Don't!"
"At least you still have a sense of humor! Come on, I'll show you
around the place and let you get settled in. You even get your own
bedroom, with no sharing!"
I knew that would get to her. Caitlin and Suzanna shared a bedroom
up until I moved out permanently, five years ago.
"A room all my own! Why, how generous! I was expecting to have to
share a room with you when I got here. Thank you."
Well, turnabout is fair play. She REALLY got me with that comment.
I was hard as a rock, and knew she could feel it underneath her.
After all, she was straddling my lap. She kissed me again, on the
lips. I resolutely kept my mouth shut. Gorgeous babe or not, this
was my sister, and I was now spoken for.
Spoken for. That was going to take some getting used to.
"C'mon, let's go have a look at this place. First, I want to see *my*
room. Besides, I think you're getting a little too excited." She
wiggled her bottom a bit, getting me even more excited.
Standing and grabbing my hand, she dragged me up the stairs. It
wasn't until later I found out that there were two pairs of eyes
watching us, through the french doors, ever since my sister arrived.
I gave Caitlin the royal tour. She liked her room, especially the
queen sized bed and walk-in closet, but hated the curtains. Besides
being ugly, they closed off that huge, deep-set window seat. It was,
according to her, just right for curling up in and reading. Not
my style, but okay. She also loved my back porch with it's unimpeded
view out over the pacific ocean, and the fact that there was a real
beach only a few minutes walk away.
Afterwards, I told her to make herself at home because I needed to
have a shower and shave and stuff. I'd cook lunch later.
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< In order to give you the full story, I'm going to have to shift
perspectives a bit. It's the only way I can think of to let you know
what happened over at Brenda's that day. Especially about Vicky.
Since a lot of the important stuff happened to other people, I'll
act like a fly on the wall, filling you in on the important bits. >
< I think I'll keep my nose out of her from now on. You should
just be reading the story, not my idiot interjections. Sooo... >
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"Mom, what am I going to wear!" yelled Brenda from upstairs in her
bedroom.
Mary, her mother, walking over to the bottom of the stairs, answered
back "Why not wear your red blouse and skirt? You know, the one we
got for you last fall? As far as I know it should still fit you,
after all you're not developing THAT fast!"
"Aw, not that one, it makes me look like a ten year-old!" Coming from
someone who's only just turned 13, that sounded a little silly.
"All right dear, I give up." said her mother. "You've gone through
everything else in your wardrobe. You can wear the blue blouse and
skirt. I don't know what all the fuss is about though, after all,
Richard's been over for dinner lots of times, and you've never made a
fuss like this before. You'd think it was a special occasion or
something." She laughed a bit under her breath.
"Thanks Mom! When's Richard gonna be here?"
"I haven't checked with him yet - I've been too busy helping you and
getting everything else ready. Besides, you kept me up 'til 2 AM with
all your chatter last night! I thought I deserved a chance to sleep
in. I guess I better go ask him now."
Vicky, Brenda's kid sister, stuck her head out of the kitchen door and
whispered at her mother. "Hey, wanna know a secret? I think
Richard's got a girlfriend."
Mary whispered back "No, he said he doesn't have a girlfriend. What
makes you think he does?"
"Yeah? Well, look out the window. There's a girl there that looks
like she's moving in! She's real pretty too!"
Mary just had to look. Yes, there she was, standing beside a cab, and
the driver was lugging some big trunk down to Richard's place.
"Come on, Vicky, let's go see what's going on. Now!"
The two of them made it down to Richard's back porch just as Richard
and Caitlin were settling down on the couch. They hid themselves, but
continued to watch.
They saw the two talking for a while, and it looked to be personal,
because Richard blushed, then Caitlin blushed. They watched Caitlin
jump into Richard's lap and give him a kiss on the mouth, then talk
for a while longer. Mary could hardly contain herself when she saw
that girl kiss Richard again, squirming around on his lap. Then,
when she dragged Richard upstairs, him obviously aroused and wearing
not much more than his robe, she became angry.
She cautioned Vicky to keep this a secret for now, because she wanted
to talk to Brenda and Richard before deciding what to do.
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< Mary had the sense to know that things weren't always what they
seemed, and wanted to wait until she had a chance to talk to me before
deciding that I was a low-life scumbag. That's when June came over
and talked to Caitlin and found out that yes, she was indeed moving
in with me. At least she still wanted to hear it from me before
siccing Will onto me with a baseball bat. >
< Yes, I know. I promise this will be the last time. I'll keep
my two bits to myself. >
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When Richard got out of the shower, Caitlin looked at him a bit
strangely. She said there had been a visitor.
"She was an older lady, and said her name was Mary. She saw my
suitcases and stuff and asked if I was moving in. It was strange. I
said yes, and she got a rather hard look in her eyes. She told me to
make sure you brought me over for dinner tonight, and to be there at
five."
"Oh, shit." He sat down and put his head in his hands. It finally
dawned on him how this would look to Mary and Brenda."
"Shit, shit, shit." That didn't make him feel any better.
"All right, Richard, what the hell is going on here? Since I'm gonna
be living here, you'd better let me in on your dirty little secrets.
Are you into older ladies or something?" She said that last bit with
a smile and a twinkle in her eyes.
"Caitlin, remember how I promised to keep your secret within this
house?"
"Yes." She said this quite guardedly, losing that laughing mood she'd
had a few seconds ago.
"I need you to promise the same thing. This is very important to
me."
"Richard, I trusted you with my big secret. I hope I can be trusted
with yours. I promise not to tell anyone. Whatever it is, it must be
pretty wicked."
He told her. It was one of the hardest things he'd ever done.
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< I guess I should let you hear my sister's little blow-up. It's
something I'd much rather forget. I really don't like it when my
sister is mad at me. And boy was she mad. >
< All right, all right! Quit throwing things! I'm outta here! >
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"YOU WHAT!!!" Caitlin was pacing up and down in Richard's living
room, glaring at him every once in a while to make certain he stayed
properly abject.
"God almighty! I can just see it now, people asking me about my
brother -'oh, you mean the child molester'. Sorry, you're right, it's
statutory rape. They'll still put you away for ten or twenty years
for god sake!"
She continued her pacing, and her tirade started again.
"And what about the girl, this thirteen year old 'woman' that you've
taken to bed with you. Have you thought about what it's going to do
to her for the rest of her life? God Richard, I thought you at least
had a few brain cells active when you're horny!"
After a few more minutes of this, she finally burned off enough steam
to sit down again.
"Sis, please, listen. I didn't seduce her, drag her off by the hair
or hypnotize her or anything like that. This girl knew exactly what
she was doing. At times, I felt like I was the virgin little boy
being seduced by her! In fact, that was probably her intention from
the beginning."
"Look, I know what I did. If it had been any other young girl, she
would have been sent home right away with a swat on the backside. I
don't have a taste for children, regardless of how this looks. Brenda
is not an ordinary girl. She is more mature than many of the college
girls I've met. As far as the consequences go, I have thought of
them, both for me and for her."
"I'm not asking you to forgive me, or even to understand what we did.
Please, just give me a little slack until you meet her. That's all
I'm asking. Can you do that for your 'poor brain-dead brother'?"
Richard said that last line with such a sad, woebegone expression,
Caitlin couldn't suppress a small grin. "All right, I won't turn you
in to the cops right away. But you better be on your best behaviour
from now on. No more funny stuff! I'll be watching you like a hawk.
Do you understand me, Richard?"
"I believe so. But I'm not going to make any promises that I won't
keep."
"God, you're totally incorrigible. I don't know what I'm gonna do
with you." She gave out a long sigh. "I guess it's time to get ready
for this dinner. You look terrible. You need another shower and a
proper shave, and you look like you need a nap, too.
"True, I didn't sleep well last night. I kept dreaming about this
perfect little lady I'd met, one who dragged me off to school with her
so she could display me to the class in show and tell."
Caitlin let out a small laugh as she pictured the scene. "Okay
Richard, I think I'll let you live, at least for now. You really
caught me by surprise with that one. I thought I was the only one
carrying around deep dark secrets. Now for the important question -
how should I dress for this dinner. Formal? Casual? Beach?
Slutty? Or maybe you'd prefer Little Girl?"
"None of the above. How about as 'My Grown-up Little Sister'?"
"I'm not sure I've got an outfit for that, but I'll try. Now you go
jump back in the shower before you make us both late! I've still got
to get some of these clothes sorted out."
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< Mary was now unnecessarily setting the stage for some serious
waterworks. >
< Ouch, that hurt! I can tell, you're peeved. I know when I'm
not wanted any more. You'll miss me when I'm gone. >
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When Mary walked back into her house, she tried to bring back some of
the bright and cheerful mood she'd had only a few minutes ago. It
didn't do much good. 'I'm just going to have to give Brenda some
warning, that's all.' Mary thought to herself. 'But not yet. Let her
have a few more hours of bliss first. I just hope I'll be able to
keep up a facade that long.'
Will noticed the change as soon as she walked into the kitchen.
Walking up to her, he wrapped both his arms around her and pulled her
into his chest. "What's wrong, honey?"
"I'm not really sure." There was a slight quaver in her voice that
told him she was deep-down upset. She was not telling him the full
truth, that was obvious.
It definitely had something to do with her short trip to Richard's,
and very likely involved Brenda as well. An ugly picture started to
form in the back of his mind, and wouldn't go away.
"Come on dear, give me a hand please. I'd like to get an early start
on dinner." She slid out of his arms and started puttering around the
kitchen. "I think this should be an interesting evening. Oh, and
before I forget, we'll need an extra place setting. Richard will be
bringing someone else with him."
Around 4:30, Mary knew she couldn't put off talking with Brenda any
longer. Her daughter had been breezing around the entire house,
apparently floating around on her own little cloud. Even the taunts
of her younger sister, which normally would earn some smart comebacks,
were ignored. Asking Will to watch things in the kitchen, she went
upstairs to her daughter's bedroom.
"Brenda? Brenda darling, could I talk to you for a minute please?"
"Sure mom. How do I look?"
This was the first time today Mary actually looked at Brenda wearing
her blue outfit. When her dad bought it for her, just after her
last birthday, he said it was for her next 'special occasion'. He
was thinking she would wear it out to a party or some other function
that young girls attached so much importance to. When Brenda modeled
the outfit for her parents and her sister that night, it certainly
didn't look much like it did today.
The blouse and skirt were both blue, a muted, medium shade rather than
something really dark or really flashy, but the fabric itself seemed
to have a lustre coming from deep inside, as though there was a bright
light shining through it from behind. The blouse was made from a
lighter material than the skirt, but both had the same color and
sheen. Neither had any visible print or pattern to them.
The blouse buttoned down the front, and was supposed to tuck into the
skirt. Brenda had done something to the bottom edge, though, because
it ended right at the top of the skirt. When she moved, little bits
of her back, sides, and tummy peeked out between the blouse and the
top of the skirt. It didn't lay flat on top of her breasts. It
puffed over and around them, suggesting the content and shape of her
breasts, but not fully revealing them.
A tiny red porcelain rose had been attached to the collar, just under
the left side of her jaw. A hint of puff was there on each of the
short sleeves, rounding the shoulders and softening the arm line,
making the blouse look far more feminine than it normally would have.
In addition, on the front of the blouse, the seams along the buttons
and the button holes had somehow been 'scalloped', making sure that
the two edges wouldn't lie flat together. There would always be a few
small peepholes for someone to look through. Every once in a while,
as she moved, you could see a tiny bit of the white lacy bra she was
wearing underneath.
The skirt had also been subtly altered. It was now sporting a short
slit up the left thigh that definitely wasn't there before. The
bottom edge of the skirt fluttered and danced every time she moved,
hinting that more could be revealed at any time.
On her legs Brenda was wearing pale blue stockings that disappeared up
under the skirt. Through the new slit, though, you could occasionally
see the top of one stocking and the tiny white bow there. Her
low-heel shoes were also pale blue, and her nails were done in a light
pink. Instead of the usual loose hair or pigtails, her hair had been
pulled back and done up into some sort of complex french braid,
intertwined with a bright blue ribbon. Her ears sported tiny
sparkling blue gemstone earrings.
"Vicky did my hair, " Brenda smiled a little mischievous grin, "in
between her bratty spells."
Mary looked very closely at her daughter as Brenda turned and pranced
in front of her. This was the type of innocent beauty that women all
over the world paid vast sums of money to try and achieve, and rarely
succeeded. The blue ribbon showed off her strawberry blonde hair to
perfection, the muted blue of the blouse somehow brought out the
colours of her pink-red lips and glowing green eyes, and the slit
skirt and stockings formed to her legs and bottom perfectly, making
them look far more sexy than if she were naked.
"Come on mom, how do I look!?"
"Well dear, you look absolutely devastating. I pity any man or boy
who sees you dressed like that. You'd have them reduced to gibbering
simpletons in seconds."
"D'you think Richard will like it too?"
Mary gave a bit of a sigh, and sat down on the edge of Brenda's bed.
"Please dear, come over here and sit down beside me. That's what I
came here to talk to you about. You see, men don't always mean what
they say when they're talking with a pretty girl. Their hormones do
strange things to their brains, sometimes making it impossible for
them to think clearly or logically. Yes, I know we talked about this
last night, that you've finally gotten Richard, but he may not see
that yet. He may still see you as a child, rather than as a woman."
"No mom, Richard and I talked about this several times. He does love
me."
"Dear, I'm not saying that isn't true. All I'm trying to say is that
you shouldn't look at him as yours quite yet. There may be facets of
himself or his life that he's never revealed to any of us."
Suddenly, Vicky stepped in from the doorway. She'd been secretly
listening in on the conversation. "Wanna know a secret? Richard's
already got a girlfriend." She tried to hide her grin behind her
hand, really having fun with this.
Brenda suddenly became very quiet and very serious. "Vicky, how do
you know Richard has a girlfriend?"
Vicky, looking to her mother then back at Brenda, suddenly stopped
grinning. She saw that her sister and mother were very serious, not
taking this as teasing or joking, and it no longer seemed funny.
"I saw her. She got out of a cab with a whole lot of suitcases and
stuff, and the driver carried the stuff down the walkway to Richard's
house. Then she went down there too. Me and mom saw her and Richard
kissing in his place."
Brenda's stomach was starting to tie itself into knots. "Mom?"
"Yes dear, we did see them. She is moving in over there, but no, I
didn't find out anything about her. I told her to make sure Richard
brought her to dinner with him, so we should be able to find out
what's going on real soon. Okay?"
When she didn't get any response, Mary tried again. "I said Okay?"
This time, she got a mumbled uh-huh and a little bit of head
nodding. That would have to do.
"All right, it's getting close to dinner time. You two wash up, then
meet me in the living room to greet our guests. Shoo!" She ushered
them out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. Mary then
turned and went downstairs to the kitchen to get a much-needed hug
from her husband.
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A while later, Richard and Caitlin were dressed and ready to go.
They both had opted for a simple look, rather than overdressing.
Richard wore a white patterned dress shirt, open at the neck, a pair
of black dress pants, and black shoes. This showed off his strong
shoulders, broad chest, flat stomach and tight buns to perfection.
Caitlin had also decided to go with a simple black theme. Black
pumps, grey/black nylons, black panties and bra, and a
mid-thigh-length black evening dress. Silver earrings and a hint of
makeup finished off the look.
Richard, taking a good long eyeful, finally realized just how grown
up and good looking his baby sister was now. Three extra years had
done a lot for her. Her breasts and hips had filled out a little, her
stomach was a bit flatter, and her ass looked absolutely gorgeous.
The dress was not tight, but followed all the curves nicely. It
showed off her firm, trim young body beautifully. His cock also
noticed, and he started getting hard again.
"Caitlin, you look absolutely gorgeous."
"Thanks. You're not a bad hunk yourself, you know. But you'd better
watch that thing," glancing at the bulge in his crotch, "that's what's
getting you into trouble, remember?"
Caitlin opened the door and started heading outside. Looking at him
over her shoulder, and giving him a little wink, she added "You know,
if you weren't my big brother, I'd probably make a pass at you."
"Same goes for me, sis. Now, lets go see what kind of trouble I'm
in."
Just before they got to Mary and Will's front door, Caitlin whispered
in Richard's ear. "I'm getting a little scared, how about you?"
"Actually, Caitlin, I'm almost over that now. Being scared stiff all
day has sort of made me a little numb."
When Richard knocked on the door, Caitlin grabbed his arm and hung on
to it for (her) moral support.
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Up in her room, watching out her window, Vicky saw Richard and the
same girl she'd seen earlier step out from his walkway and head toward
their place. Running down the stairs, she shouted out "Here he comes,
and he's bringing that girl with him!"
"All right, everybody into the living room. Lets greet our guests
properly." Mary started ushering Will and Brenda out of the kitchen
in the right direction.
When they heard the knock on the door, Will was right there to open
it. "Hello Richard. Won't you two please come in?"
As Richard and Caitlin started to step in, Brenda couldn't help
staring. There was HER Richard, walking into HER house, with an
absolutely gorgeous lady hanging onto his arm, less that 48 hours
after promising himself to her forever. After what her mother and
sister told her just a few minutes ago, it was just a bit too much.
The emotions that had been keeping her high since yesterday suddenly
slammed her down. With a long wail, she burst into tears and ran
upstairs into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
This caught everyone by surprise. Will started heading toward the
stairs, but Mary's hand on his arm stopped him.
"No dear, leave her alone for a while. Please."
Turning back to the door and giving Richard a hard look, Mary finally
asked "Well, Richard? Aren't you going to come in and introduce us to
this lovely lady?"
Richard's eyes were glued to the top of the stairs where Brenda
disappeared, and he only half-heard her question. She noticed this,
realizing that regardless of how things looked, he did care for her
little girl.
Mentally pulling himself back together, he stepped into the
living room, Caitlin still hanging onto his arm, and closed the door.
"Caitlin, these are my neighbours, Mary Dawes, her husband Will, their
younger daughter Vicky, and the one that disappeared upstairs is their
older daughter Brenda. Mary, Will, Vicky, this is my baby sister,
Caitlin."
Everything in the room seemed to freeze for a few seconds. Will
simply stood there with a look of concern and confusion on his face,
glancing back and forth between Richard, Caitlin and his wife. Mary
still hadn't told him what was going on. He now had some very strong
suspicions, but she had asked him to let her take the lead in this, so
he didn't say anything.
Vicky's jaw hung open, and she couldn't stop staring at Caitlin.
Caitlin felt this and looked at Vicky, seeing a hint of lust in the
little girl's eyes. She blushed, not really knowing why, and looked
away.
Mary, when what Richard said sank in, felt a sudden release of the
tension that had been gripping her for hours. With a small sigh, her
knees suddenly let go and she sat down on the couch. 'Whew' she
thought. 'That explains a few things. Glad I kept my mouth shut over
there.' Aloud, breaking the silence, "So, this is your baby sister?
You never mentioned anything about her coming out for a visit."
"Actually," Richard replied, "it was a bit of a shock to me as well.
I'd forgotten all about her call a couple of weeks ago, what with all
that was going on around here, and she surprised me this morning."
"Yeah. You should have seen the look on your face when you opened the
door and saw me standing there. I wish I had a picture of that! It
was priceless! Actually, we'd planned on me coming out here in the
fall to go to school, but I decided I'd rather spend the summer here
on the beach than back home. I think it'll be a lot more fun!"
Mary's mind was churning furiously, trying to sort out her thoughts,
and figuring out what she should do to get things straightened out.
She decided.
"Will, why don't you take Vicky and Caitlin into the kitchen and get
them something to drink. You can check on dinner while you're there.
I'd like to chat with Richard for a few minutes."
Will looked questioningly at his wife. "Ok, but what about ..."
glancing up the stairs.
"I think Brenda should be left alone for a little while. It'll be
better this way."
With that, her husband ushered Vicky and Caitlin off toward the
kitchen, making certain he closed the door behind him. This gave his
wife the privacy that she had hinted at needing for her chat. He
didn't know what was happening, but if Richard was in any way hurting
his daughter, he'd rip the bastard apart with his bare hands.
Richard sat on the opposite end of the couch from Mary, and simply
waited. The reactions of Mary and Brenda had gotten him very
confused. When he'd seen the look of pain in Brenda's eyes just
before she ran upstairs, it had surprised and deeply hurt him.
"Richard, I'd like to start by apologizing to you."
"Huh?" Talk about a brilliant response.
"When I went over to your place to tell you when to come for dinner,
I got hit with a rather nasty shock. After what Brenda said happened
yesterday, I suddenly find a beautiful young lady moving in with you.
I jumped to the obvious conclusion that you'd lied to Brenda and had a
girlfriend moving in. I'm sorry."
Richard sat there for a few seconds, letting this soak in. Mary
didn't seem to be upset about what he and her daughter had done. Even
stranger, she was apologizing to him for doubting him. It took a few
seconds for this to register properly.
Clearing his throat before saying anything, Richard paused for a few
more seconds to consider his words. "I don't think there's much to
apologize for. Looking at it like that, I'm not sure I wouldn't have
thought the same thing. I didn't have any time to consider other
people's reactions to my sister moving in, since it was such a
surprise."
"Well anyway, Richard, that's what's wrong with Brenda. She thinks
you lied to her. When we're finished our talk, I think you'd better
go up and see her. I think she needs you."
"One thing I do need to know is how you feel about my daughter."
"Actually, Mary, I love her." That was it. He'd managed to say it.
She actually smiled a bit!
"Okay, so how do you feel about what happened last night?" She was
not going to let him have time to think about it. She wanted an
honest answer, not a 'correct' one.
"I'm not sorry that it happened, if that's what you're asking. It's
the consequences that have been haunting my mind all day."
"Were you speaking the truth in everything you told her?"
"Every word. I don't think I could lie to her even if I wanted to."
"Good. No, I'm not upset about what happened. We've discussed this
before. As long as you don't hurt my daughter, my husband and I will
trust the two of you together." With that, Mary gave Richard another
little smile. "She's really much more mature than you would believe
for a person of her age. Actually, I'm kind of happy with her
choice. She could have done much worse. The age difference is a
problem, but we can talk about that another time."
Richard sat there for a few more seconds, feeling a bit stunned,
having a hard time absorbing all this. Not only was Mary not mad at
him, but she seemed to approve of what Brenda and he had done! It was
one thing for them to talk about it before the fact, but now, after
what the two of them had done last night, it seemed very odd to hear
Mary's acceptance.
"Mary, Brenda is only thirteen. Don't you think that's just a little
too young for making decisions like this? And me, I'm almost twice
her age!" He could hardly believe that he was arguing against Mary
letting Brenda and him continue on. This had to be brought up again,
though, for his own peace of mind.
"That's true, Richard, and it will be a problem for quite some time.
As for Brenda choosing at thirteen, that's not all that young for our
family. Remember, I chose Will when I was eleven. I haven't told you
this yet, but my mother was married at fifteen, and my sister picked
out her future husband when she was fourteen."
"I know exactly how Brenda feels, because all the women in my family,
except Vicky, have been through the same thing. I will not be the one
to break her heart by standing in her way."
"What I do want to know now is exactly how you feel about all this,
and whether or not you think you can handle it. If you can't handle
it, or you aren't willing to go through with this for the long term,
now is the time to break it off, before things go too far. I'll give
you a couple of minutes to think it over."
With that, Mary got up and went into the kitchen. Things were fairly
quiet in there, with Will and Caitlin involved in polite conversation,
and Vicky listening to them, watching the other girl intently. They
both became silent as she walked in. Will looked at her
questioningly, and she answered back with a slight shake of her head.
After helping herself to a glass of water, she did a quick check on
dinner, more out of a need to do something with her hands than
anything else. Everything was doing fine. Will and Caitlin resumed
their conversation when it became apparent that Mary wasn't going to
say anything, and wasn't really paying any attention to them. After a
very long couple of minutes, Mary went out to the living room and sat
back down on the couch.
Richard waited for Mary to get comfortable before he started, speaking
slowly and carefully. "Mary, I said that I love Brenda. I do. I
want to make her happy. I will be hers for as long as she wants me.
I don't know what kind of person this makes me, but I have fallen
completely in love with your daughter."
"Good. I'm glad you spoke from your heart, rather than trying to do
the right thing. You'd better go up and see her. Right now she
probably wishes she were dead, and maybe you too. She needs you."
"Mary, before I go, I better warn you that I told my sister
everything. She's a little freaked right now, and I'm surprised that
she actually came over."
"It sounds like your sister cares about you. I'll talk with her as
well."
Mary stood up and pulled Richard up after her. Shooing him off toward
the stairs, she told him that he'd better go upstairs and see to his
lady.
Giving out a long sigh, really happy with the way her chat with
Richard turned out, Mary mentally braced herself for her next talk,
one that she knew she couldn't put off. Stepping into the kitchen,
receiving the same questioning glance from her husband, and giving him
the same slight negative, she asked Caitlin to come into the living
room for a couple of minutes. Will gave his wife a short, very
intense questioning look. Mary stepped out into the living room,
preceding Caitlin, without giving him any kind of reply.
Will turned to his youngest daughter, being the only other person left
in the kitchen. "Well Vicky? Do you know anything about this, or are
you just as much in the dark as I am?" Vicky just sat there and
shrugged her shoulders, afraid to tell him what she thought she knew.
She just stared at her drink, fighting her feelings, and wondering why
her thoughts kept returning to the memory of how Caitlin looked when
she stood in the doorway.
Out in the living room, after sitting down on the couch, Caitlin
looked around for her brother, and, not seeing him, asked Mary where
he had gone.
"He's gone upstairs to talk with Brenda. It will be quite a relief
for her to learn that you're Richard's sister." Caitlin looked at
Mary, looking slightly confused. "By the way, he also told me that
he's talked with you about what he and Brenda did last night."
A few seconds later, Caitlin found her voice again, and asked in a
very quiet voice "You know what happened, and you still let Richard go
up to her? In her bedroom? Him, alone, with your daughter?"
"Yes. Right now Brenda needs him. I doubt anything would happen up
there anyway. She prefers doing things on her own terms. When Brenda
told me that she'd gotten Richard, I was quite surprised. I simply
wasn't expecting it to happen this soon. I do know how Brenda feels
though, I felt the same way the moment I first laid eyes on my future
husband. Of course, I was a lot younger - all of ten at the time.
Will still doesn't know about all the things I did to make certain he
would be mine."
"Are you telling me that you expect Richard and your daughter to
continue this relationship? I mean, they were having sex!"
Caitlin was becoming more and more confused.
"If Brenda has anything to say about it, their relationship will
continue and grow, with all that implies. She's told me that she is
completely in love with Richard, and Richard has told both her and me
that he loves her." She looked hard at Caitlin. "If anything were to
pull them apart, it would break Brenda's heart, and probably Richard's
as well. I'm not about to let that happen. I care too much about
them both. I'm not certain how you feel about Richard, but separating
them would hurt them both terribly. I truly hope that you can
understand this, and at least wait for a while before doing anything
rash."
Caitlin took a few deep breaths to steady her nerves before replying.
"This has been a bit of a shock to me, coming out here and finding
that my brother is now involved with a thirteen year old girl. I
don't know what to think. No, I'm not going to do anything drastic
like calling the police. I don't think I can approve of this the same
way you seem to, but I won't stop it. I just hope this doesn't end in
disaster. I've had enough of that already."
Mary, surprised at the strength of feeling she heard in that last
sentence, decided not to follow up on it. Maybe later. "Okay, I'll
accept that." They both got up and headed for the kitchen. "Now, I
think I'd better put my husband out of his misery. He's probably
guessed what's going on, but he's agreed to let me handle things my
way for now."
"You mean he doesn't know about this? Oh my god."
"It'll be ok. Just be quiet and let me handle things." Her talk with
Caitlin had gone far more smoothly and quickly than Mary had expected.
Things were looking much better.
They both walked into the kitchen. Vicky was sitting at the table
sipping on her drink and Will was fiddling around with the food on the
stove. He turned around when they came in and looked at his wife.
She looked a lot better now than she had a while ago - most of the
tension was gone, and she had an almost smug look on her face.
Apparently, things were working out according to her plans. He just
wished he knew what they were.
"So, is dinner ready yet, honey?"
"It's been ready for a few minutes. Now all we need are enough people
in the kitchen to make it worth sitting down to eat."
"Okay, thanks dear. Vicky, do you think you could help Caitlin set
the table and get dinner served up? Your father and I need a few
minutes alone. Thanks dear, I knew you wouldn't mind. Come on
honey." Mary turned and walked back into the living room without
waiting for anybody else to say anything. Will just looked at Vicky
and Caitlin with a raised eyebrow and followed his wife out the door.
They sat on the couch facing each other, while Mary explained
everything that had happened, and what she expected to happen. Will
sat quietly through the whole thing, not interrupting, not saying
anything. When she was done, she sat silently, waiting for his
response. It wasn't quite what she'd expected.
Will leaned over and gave her a kiss, then said "OK honey, I'll trust
you on this. I remember a bit of what you went through. But if
anything goes wrong, there'll be hell to pay." He gave a bit of a
chuckle. "So, she got to him already. We seem to be a very
passionate family, don't we?"
This last sentence was a little confusing to Mary. It was a little
out of character for her husband. She decided to ignore it for now.
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<< End of chapter 3>>
Next chapter - making up, torture, a two sister surprise,
a guilt trip, their second time
(Sounds like a good excuse for a nice, long session of making up. But
what's this with Vicky and Caitlin. Is there something else
going on we should know about? Maybe some of that history Brenda had
hinted at? No sex again, but then, I write stories with real people
in them, all for my own amusement. If it wasn't for the story, I
wouldn't bother, and you wouldn't get the good bits. So there.
Nyaaah. There's lots of good bits coming though.)
Subject: BOMBADIL: "Brenda - A Love Story" 4/9
From: Shelby Bush <stbush@iglou.com>
Date: 11 Apr 1997 14:44:45 GMT
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Brenda - A Love Story [ M/f f/f ]
by Tom Bombadil (c) Aug 1996
Chapter 4 of 9
Disclaimer: All the standard rules apply. If you are offended
by explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is
illegal to possess such materials at your location, if you are
under-age by law in your location, or if somebody else thinks you
might have too much fun reading it, stop right now and remove this
text from your computer.
This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions
described by me coming straight out of my imagination. As a work of
fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or
actions described, nor does it relate to any type of real events in
my life, or known to me in the lives of any of my friends or
relatives.
You've been warned.
In this chapter - making up, torture, a two sister surprise,
a guilt trip, their second time
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Richard walked upstairs into Brenda's room and closed the door behind
him. He saw her lying on the bed, curled up on her side, facing the
wall. Her whole body was shaking with quiet sobs.
"Brenda?"
There was no response.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he reached over to caress her
shoulder. She pulled away a little the first time he touched her, but
stayed still when he put his hand on her shoulder again. All he heard
was a very muffled "go away".
"Brenda, please listen to me. If you still want me to go away when
I'm finished, I will. I promise."
"Remember what I said the other night? I told you that I loved you,
and that I would be there for you as long as you wanted me. I meant
it then, and I mean it now. I do love you. I want to be with you and
make you happy. I never realized until then how much I do love you.
When I saw you downstairs, the look you gave me, filled with all that
pain, almost tore me apart. Brenda, I am yours until you tell me you
don't want me any more. But it looks like it's going to take you a
while before you really believe me."
"Your mother and I had a talk before I came up here, so I'm feeling a
lot better about us, and so is she. She told me what's wrong. I'm
sorry I hurt you, but I forgot that Caitlin was coming. No, she isn't
my girlfriend or lover or mistress or anything like that. She's my
sister. Now, if you still want me to go away, I will."
He felt her sobbing slowly stop. In a tiny little voice he heard her
ask "Your sister?"
"Yes, my sister."
Brenda half-turned and looked at him, eyes cloudy with tears, face
flushed, with streaks all down her cheeks. That look of hurt was
still in her eyes, but there was also a spark of hope. "Is she really
your sister?"
Staring deep into those big green eyes, Richard found it hard to
speak. He wanted to take her into his arms, to hug and cuddle her, to
kiss away all the pain he saw. But he knew that he had to be very
gentle with her right now, and let her come to him. "Yes, Tinkerbell,
she really is. Caitlin is my baby sister. You are the only love I
have."
Brenda then rolled over, climbed onto Richard's lap, wrapped her arms
tightly around his neck, and started crying into his shoulder. He
knew that at that moment, she was definitely still a little girl.
Richard just held her close, hugging her to him, whispering sweet
soothing sounds into her ear.
A little while later, when the sobbing had stopped, he heard her quiet
voice in his ear. "Do you really love me?"
"Yes, Tinkerbell, I really and truly do love you with all my heart."
"Good, 'cause I love you too. Don't you ever do this to me again."
With that, she shifted around until she was looking into his eyes,
then gave him the softest, most sensual kiss he'd ever had in his
life.
A short eternity later, there was a knock at the door. Mary stuck her
head into the room and said that dinner was ready, so if they were
both ok, they'd better get cleaned up and down to the kitchen. She
then closed the door, leaving the two of them alone again.
"Well, Tinkerbell," Richard whispered, breaking their kiss. "Do you
feel ok now?"
"Uh huh" was her only reply, as she gave him a short, intense kiss.
"Right," Richard said, trying to catch his breath. "Lets go get
cleaned up for dinner. I think my sister wants to meet you."
Brenda got up to head for the bathroom, letting Richard have his first
good look at her since he arrived. "Whew. Brenda, who did you get
all dressed up for?"
She looked at him and smiled a bit. "You, silly. Do you like it?"
She stood away from him and gave a little spin.
He couldn't help it. He was getting hard just looking at her. "Well,
that's just about the hottest and sexiest outfit I've ever seen.
I love it."
"Yeah, I see you do like it." Brenda reached over and ran her hand
down the front of his pants, following the outline of his hardening
cock. A smile teased at the corners of her mouth. "At least, part of
you does."
"Come on, you little tease, lets get cleaned up before things get out
of hand. Or in your case, before something gets into your hands."
They both laughed a bit at that bad joke, and headed for the
bathroom.
Downstairs in the kitchen dinner was being served up. When Mary came
down after checking in on Brenda and Richard, she said she wasn't sure
how much longer they would be, so everyone might as well get started.
She'd been right earlier, it had been an interesting evening. There
was no way she could have seen how much more interesting it would
get.
A few minutes later, Richard and Brenda walked in. Brenda's arms were
wrapped around Richard's chest, and his arm was around her shoulders.
"It looks like you're feeling a little better Brenda," Mary said,
breaking the sudden silence.
"Yeah, mom. I feel a lot better now. Maybe even a little bit
hungry."
Mary cleared her throat, then nodded toward Caitlin.
"Oh, sorry Sis. Caitlin, this is my friend Brenda. Brenda, this is
my baby sister Caitlin."
"Hi Caitlin"
"Uh, hi, Brenda." Caitlin hadn't taken her eyes off Brenda since she
walked into the room. She looked hot, devastatingly so, and very
sensuous and tender. The crying had reddened and moistened her lips,
and given her eyes a luminous quality. The outfit she was wearing
enhanced her curves and bumps in all the right places.
Caitlin couldn't believe it. Brenda was turning HER on! She could
feel her nipples hardening and her pussy getting moist. She could
finally see how her brother gotten into such a situation. It would be
hard to say no to anything that girl wanted.
Vicky watched Caitlin carefully, with a strange look in her eyes as
she did. Will was the only one who noticed, and he said nothing.
Vicky felt someone watching her, turned, and looked straight into her
father's eyes. He winked, gave her a lazy smile, and turned away. An
almost predatory grin ran across the girl's face, quickly replaced by
one of youthful innocence.
When dinner was finally done, Mary disappeared with Vicky for a few
minutes to have a talk with her about Richard and Brenda. When they
got back, Vicky had a big grin on her face, and a very mischievous
look in her eyes.
After cleaning up, they spent the rest of the evening in the living
room talking about unimportant matters. Will brought out a big bottle
of wine, a nice cool dry white that left a pleasant after taste, and
everybody had some. Even the two girls were treated to a glass.
Almost everyone was on edge, feeling a little nervous about what was
happening, but the wine helped them to relax a little. Neither Brenda
nor Vicky seemed to notice any of the tension.
Brenda spent the entire evening holding on to Richard, determined to
'punish' him for what he'd put her through, however unintentionally.
She was sitting in his lap, positioned so that she could rub his cock
with her ass or thigh without anyone noticing. Every time he shifted
position to get some relief for his almost painful erection, Brenda
wriggled around to 'get comfortable' and get a better position over
his cock. What made it worse for Richard, she was also making sneak
attacks with her lips whenever he wasn't looking. She seemed to be
mainly targeting his ears and throat, but anything within reach was
apparently fair game. He didn't know if it was supposed to be heaven
or hell, but he certainly wasn't going to complain!
Caitlin did see what Brenda was doing to her brother, and almost felt
sorry for him. She could just about feel the waves of
pleasure/frustration surrounding him. "Well," she thought, "it's his
choice, so he'll just have to live with the consequences." The
problem was, watching them was getting her hotter and hotter. Her
panties were already soaked through, and her nipples were so hard they
almost hurt. Of course, a lot of that was Vicky's fault.
Vicky spent most of the evening playing around, joining in the
conversation when it seemed interesting, and climbing onto various
laps looking for hugs and kisses. Her mother thought that was only
natural, since her usual playmate, Brenda, had a new toy to play with
and wasn't going to share with her sister. It did seem a little funny
though - as it got later, Vicky was climbing up into Caitlin's lap
more and more often, and staying there for longer periods of time.
She made a mental note to find out what that was all about later.
It took a while, but Caitlin finally figured out what was happening to
her. That little minx Vicky was doing to her exactly what Brenda was
doing to Richard. Every time Vicky climbed into Caitlin's lap, she
would 'accidentally' slide a leg or a thigh against Caitlin's crotch, or
her hand would touch Caitlin's nipple and caress her breast while
seeming to just reach around for a hug. The entire situation just
seemed unreal to Caitlin, almost like a dream.
Mary went off to the kitchen to get herself some soda. She'd had
enough wine, and didn't want to get light-headed. Will followed her,
leaving the others alone for a few minutes.
Grabbing his wife, giving her a hug and a kiss, he whispered in her
ear. "Quite the pair of young lovers we've raised, aren't they?"
"Yes, they sure look like they're having f ... Huh? Run that by me
again?"
"Our kids are quite the pair of young lovers. I think that's what I
said."
"What are you talking about? Brenda's in there with Richard, and
unless you're referring to him as a son already, I haven't the
slightest idea what you mean."
"I was talking about our daughters. Brenda's going after Richard with
a vengeance, and Vicky's got Caitlin so worked up she doesn't know if
she's coming or going. I thought you'd notice. She's certainly not
been hiding it much."
"What are you talking about? Since when is Vicky interested in sex?
What the hell is she doing out there?" Will's face went from happy to
mildly puzzled, paused at a few other expressions, and finally settled
on worried and upset.
"You mean Vicky's never told you?"
"Told me what?" Mary was looking upset, her voice getting a little
higher and more strident, but still trying to keep the volume down to
a whisper.
"Better have a seat, Mary. I think *we* will have a long talk with
Vicky about this soon. In the meantime, I'd better fill you in on a
few details you've missed about our daughter's private life."
"I don't know how to put this, so I'll just be blunt. Vicky is both
sexually active and experienced. At least with women."
Mary sat there and stared at her husband. With the other surprises
she'd had in the last two days, absorbing a bombshell like that was
going to take some time.
"Vicky told me you knew all about what happened. Apparently she lied
to me."
"You mean to tell me that my innocent little baby has already had
sex? Will, she's only eleven! And I *know* she's still a virgin!
How the hell could you let something like that go on and not even tell
me about it!"
"Mary, I didn't just 'let it go on'. I found out almost by accident,
sometime after the fact, a couple of months ago. I found Vicky
crying in her room, and she told me everything. She said she'd
already talked to you, and since Brenda walked in and heard the story
too, she knew as well. I thought it a bit odd that you hadn't said
anything to me, but Vicky said she'd talked to you already. She also
said that she was trying to get over her lost lover, and it would be
easier if nobody talked about it around her."
Mary took a few deep breaths to calm herself before continuing.
"Okay, so tell me now. What happened."
"Are you going to settle down a bit first?" He handed her a glass,
and she sipped on it, not noticing the contents.
"Like I said. Vicky is an experienced lover, at least when it comes
to other women. Her first partner and teacher was a teenager, and
Vicky was fond of her, nothing more. The second one, though, Vicky
loved. And was loved in return. The girl was a year older and more
experienced. She moved away a few months ago, shortly before Vicky
talked with me, and our daughter had been heartbroken ever since."
"I haven't seen Vicky look at anyone else since she told me, male or
female, until tonight. I don't know why, but Vicky seems to have
something going for Caitlin."
"I wish I'd known. My baby, hurting, needing me, and I didn't know."
"Dear, you know now. Sitting out there with Caitlin, she looks
happier than I've seen her in a long time. That's why I've been
letting it go. I wanted to see if Caitlin could or would respond,
because I think Vicky needs someone, at least for a while. When you
didn't say anything, I believed you were thinking along the same
lines. I'm sorry. I didn't realize."
"God, this is so sudden. I don't know what to say."
"I think you should sleep on it. You're having trouble thinking
clearly right now, and doing the wrong thing could hurt Vicky or
Brenda. Caitlin is Richard's sister, and if she's anything like him,
I don't think she'd do anything to hurt Vicky. If they do hit it off,
I'm willing to let it go for at least one night before we decide on
what to do."
"It feels like I've just lost my baby. It hurts."
"I know, I know." He wraps her up in his arms. "They're both too
young to be lost to us already, but it's happening. Fighting against
it would only make things worse for all of us. You know that. You
still remember what it was like when you took me."
"I know. It's just so sudden."
"Look, you'll just have to trust my judgment for a change. We'll
talk about it some more in the morning, when we're both sober. I just
hope I'm as good a judge as you on this one. I'd really hate to see
Vicky hurt by this."
"Now, I'm going back to our guests. You sit her for a while and
compose yourself. If you need to talk, just come get me." Will
walked back into the living room, leaving Mary to sort out her
feelings.
She came out a short while later, smiled rather thinly at her husband,
and sat beside him. She gradually regained her composure. The three
girls and Richard never noticed a thing.
Eventually, the evening wore itself out.
"All right girls, it's ten thirty, time for bed," Mary said, breaking
away from the conversation. "It's getting late, and it looks like our
guests need to head home and get some sleep."
Vicky's response was typical - "Aw mom, do I hafta? It's just getting
fun now!"
Brenda gave Richard a quick smooch and ran over to whisper in her
mother's ear. "Mom, can I stay over at Richard's tonight? Please!
I've got him so worked up, I think he's about to explode, and if I
don't get some relief, I might explode too! Please, please, pretty
please!"
Whispering back into her daughters ear, Mary was almost laughing.
"I can see what you mean! The poor dear looks sooo uncomfortable,
trying to hide that bulge in his pants. If you can get your father to
agree, then yes."
Climbing into her father's lap, Brenda gave him a quick hug, and
whispered into his ear for a few seconds. A look of surprise slowly
worked it's way over his face, and he looked at his wife, one eyebrow
raised, silently questioning her. She nodded, giving him a little
smile. Will whispered back in his daughter's ear. "Ok honey, but go
get a bag packed quick. We're sending Richard and Caitlin home in a
few minutes."
"Thanks dad." With that, Brenda almost flew up the stairs, only
slowing long enough to sideswipe Richard's cheek with another kiss on
the way by.
Vicky started in on her round of goodnight hugs and kisses, wondering
what her sister was up to. Just as she got to Caitlin, Brenda was
back downstairs, with her bag, all set and ready to go.
Richard saw her, and nearly choked. "Where are you heading out to,
Brenda?" He thought he knew the answer, but was feeling very nervous
about that possibility.
"Mom and Dad said I could stay over at your place tonight."
"Do I get a choice in this?" he asked, still feeling a little
stunned.
Mary answered him almost immediately. "Of course you have a choice.
All you have to do is say no."
Richard looked at Mary, then looked at Brenda, staring deep into her
soft green eyes. "I don't think 'no' is a word I can use right now."
Vicky looked around at her parents, Richard, Brenda, and then looked
into Caitlin's eyes for a second. Caitlin, looking back, thought she
saw something in there, just for a second, and then it disappeared.
"Mom, can I stay over at Richard's tonight too? Please?"
"No, I don't think that would be a good idea, not tonight anyway."
"Aw, I don't think its fair. Brenda gets to go out and have fun and I
hafta stay home."
"Fair or not, I don't think Richard and Brenda would really enjoy
company tonight," her mother replied.
Caitlin heard herself speak up, as if in a dream, not really in
control of what she was doing, almost watching it from the outside.
"It's okay if Vicky comes over. I'll look after her. Richard and
Brenda wouldn't be alone in the house anyway, because I'll be there.
Besides, I don't think they'd even notice."
Richard and Brenda at that moment were deeply involved in a kiss, and
hadn't heard anything for a few minutes.
Mary took a good look at Caitlin, noticing the flush around the neck
and ears, the erect nipples, and the way she was almost squirming in
her chair. Caitlin was obviously very much aroused. She almost said
no, before taking a good look at Vicky.
Vicky's eyes were almost pleading with her mother to say yes. Her
eyes were bright and filled with a passion her mother didn't
recognize. Her cheeks were somewhat flushed, as was the skin around
the neckline of her blouse. For the first time, Mary saw that
Vicky's small nipples were erect, trying to poke out through her
blouse. Even her breathing was a little heavier and more erratic than
it should have been. Mary felt a little light headed, still hardly
believing the thought that her youngest daughter wanted, almost
needed, to hop into the sack with a nearly-grown woman.
Will broke into Mary's thoughts. "Dear, could I see you in the
kitchen for a minute?" Taking her hand, he led her into the other
room and closed the door.
"I really think we should let Vicky go. She needs someone right now,
and Caitlin seems to be available and willing."
Looking into his eyes, seeing his love for her in there, she had to
trust him, and could only nod and agree.
Walking back out into the living room, Mary saw that Richard was
sitting in one chair with Brenda in his lap, and Caitlin was sitting
in another chair with Vicky in her lap. She just caught a look and
wink pass between Brenda and Vicky, something she would probably have
ignored before. It was almost like there were conspiracies going on
around her that she knew nothing about. "Yes," she said to herself,
"a long talk with Will, a longer one with Vicky, and maybe even
another chat with Brenda will be in order for tomorrow."
Behind her, she heard her husband's voice.
"Okay, Vicky, if both Caitlin and Richard agree, you can stay over at
their place tonight too. But it's up to them first. Caitlin?"
Caitlin could only nod. She didn't trust her voice. Sitting on
Caitlin's lap, Vicky had one leg curled up underneath her, looking
like the sweet innocent child of eleven she was supposed to be. The
foot at the end of that leg was pressing heavily into Caitlin's
crotch, and her toes were doing wonderful things down there. Nobody
else noticed a thing.
"Vicky's coming over to stay the night too?" That was the first
Richard had heard of it. His mind had been elsewhere a short while
ago.
"Well, only if you agree to it. Caitlin's already said that she'd
take care of Vicky while she's over there, we've both said okay, so
now it's up to you." Will looked steadily into Richard's eyes as he
said this.
Richard looked over at where Caitlin and Vicky were sitting.
Remembering what his sister had confessed to earlier in the day, he
looked at the two of them very carefully. Both were staring at him.
They each had the same flushed skin, the same eager/hungry look in
their eyes, and both were very much aroused. Richard looked Caitlin
directly in the eye and asked "Are you okay with this, Sis?" Her eyes
told him everything he needed to know, but she nodded yes anyway.
"Well, if nobody else has any objections to it, I certainly can't say
no."
Vicky jumped up with a squeal of delight, ran over to Richard and gave
him a big hug and kiss. She then ran upstairs to pack her overnight
bag.
When Vicky jumped up, Caitlin gave out an involuntary gasp, followed
by an almost inaudible moan. She let her breath out slowly and tried
to control her breathing. Nobody had ever had that kind of effect on
her before in her life, except maybe Angie. She didn't know what was
happening, or if she'd wake up from her dream soon, but to her, it
felt wonderful. She knew she'd probably feel as guilty as hell
the next morning, but that was a long way away. Looking at Brenda,
and watching her with Richard had turned her on a little, but it was
Vicky's touches, her hugs and not-so-chaste kisses, that had inflamed
her passions. The back of her dress and the seat cushion were damp,
her panties long since soaked through. She still felt Vicky's toes
tickling and caressing her pussy.
Skimming back down the stairs, seemingly only gone for seconds, Vicky
was ready to go. Running to her mom, she gave and received a big hug
and smooch. Breaking that off quickly, she turned to her dad and
jumped up into his arms, giving him a big hug around the neck. He
heard her whisper 'thanks, Dad'. He just hugged her a little tighter
in response.
After goodbyes had been said all the way around, Richard, Caitlin,
Brenda and Vicky were all headed to Richard's place. Brenda and Vicky
ran ahead and waited impatiently on the porch for the older two to
catch up.
Richard whispered into his sister's ear. "Well Sis, what do think
we've let ourselves in for?"
Her answer came back, voice thick with emotion. "I don't know.
Tonight, I'm not going to worry about it. Tomorrow will be here soon
enough."
Will and Mary watched them from their doorway. After everyone had
disappeared from sight, Will collected his wife in his arms and gave
her a long, soft, loving kiss.
When they finally pulled apart, Mary broke away a bit from his arms
and pulled him into the house. "Do you think we're doing the right
thing?"
"I certainly hope so. Although, the way things went, there wasn't
much else we could do, was there?"
"True, true. It's almost like the two of them had this whole thing
planned out ahead of time. I think we'd better have a loooong talk
about Vicky first thing in the morning." After a playful pinch from
her hubby, she amended her statement. "Well, maybe second or third
thing in the morning." He followed her up the stairs.
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When Richard and Caitlin finally got to the porch, they found the two
girls, Brenda and Vicky, whispering and laughing quietly to each
other, stopping only when the two of them were within hearing range.
After he opened the door, he motioned for the three ladies to precede
him.
Brenda yelled out "I get the bathroom first!"
"Not if I get there before you!" squealed Vicky.
Brenda, with a head start, made it into the downstairs bathroom before
her sister, and closed the door. Vicky immediately turned and ran up
the stairs, heading for the other, smaller one.
Caitlin went upstairs to the room her brother said would be hers while
she was living with him, and he started gathering up some pillows,
sheets, and a blanket and comforter for her to use. He wondered if
he needed to worry about finding some for Vicky as well.
He had given Caitlin the spare bedroom, the one in the front of the
house overlooking the road. It wasn't all that large, but it had a
nice walk-in closet and a huge bay window, big enough to curl up in.
There was a double bed, which had been stripped to a single sheet, a
high-boy, dressing table and chair, and a small shelving unit beside
the headboard with a reading lamp attached to it. Her trunk and
suitcases occupied most of the rest of the floor space.
The walls were the standard pale eggshell, the floor a nice deep
hardwood, and a throw-rug lay beside the bed. She'd decided earlier
in the day that the curtains were ugly and had to go.
Richard and her were just finishing making up the bed when Vicky came
into the room, wearing her nightie. She immediately dropped her bag,
jumped onto the bed, and burrowed under the covers. "Well, that
answers that question," thought Richard to himself.
"Okay, Sis. Can you think of anything else you need? If not, I'll
see you in the morning."
"No, I think I know pretty much where everything is now. Good night."
"'Night, Sis. You too, Vicky."
"Good night Richard. Don't let my sister keep you up too late." He
was definitely having a hard time adjusting, because he actually
blushed when she said that. Of course, he didn't expect those types
of comments from an eleven year old girl.
Richard headed off to his room, not knowing what to expect when he got
there.
Caitlin shut the door after he left, then turned and looked at Vicky.
The walk home and the work of getting the bed ready had helped to cool
her down. She was starting to think clearly again, and really didn't
know if she wanted to go through with what had seemed almost
inevitable. Guilt about what she was thinking of doing made her
remember what had happened before, the reason why she was at her
brother's place and not at home. Her mind ran through everything
she'd done and thought during that awful night not too long ago, and
then through all the blame and accusations that followed. Guilt and
pain started to flood back into her. Sorting through her things to
pick out what she would wear let her put off a decision for a little
longer. A voice behind her broke her out of her thoughts.
Vicky felt the change in mood, saw the pain and hesitation running
through Caitlin's face, and knew the burning desire Caitlin had had
for her earlier was gone.
"Please come to bed. Even if all you want to do is cuddle, that's
okay. I need someone to hold on to tonight."
That was enough. The shame and guilt she'd been suppressing came back
in one big rush. She started to cry, silently sobbing to herself, as
she undressed for bed. Vicky saw, but didn't understand why all the
tears. She just waited for Caitlin to crawl into bed, then snuggled
up to her and gave her a kiss. All Caitlin could do was cry quietly
and hang onto that soft, warm person beside her. Some time later, she
was asleep.
Richard made a stop in the bathroom before heading off to his
bedroom. He picked up the strange (at least in his place) scent of
perfume and body powder. It looked to him like he was going to have
to get used to that smell again. He smiled at the thought.
Walking into his bedroom, he turned on the light, and saw Brenda,
already in bed and under the covers. She blinked a bit at the sudden
brightness.
"Hello, handsome. Where have you been hiding?"
He smiled back at her. "Business before pleasure. I had other
houseguests to attend to first."
"Well, I certainly hope you didn't attend to them like I hope you'll
be attending to me, handsome, or I just might get jealous."
"No, I think I would have been in the way over there."
"Good. Now hurry up and get in here. I'm getting lonely already."
Richard got undressed slowly, deliberately taking his time, knowing
that Brenda was watching him very carefully. He undid the buttons on
his shirt, taking his time, then demurely turned his back to her while
letting the shirt slide off his shoulders and down his arms. He
carefully hung it over the back of a chair, then sat down on the edge
of the bed to remove his shoes and socks.
A hand started tickling his back, slowly running up and down along
his spine. A second hand snaked in under his arm and started to
slide over his stomach and chest. He leaned back slightly, felt
something soft and warm, and heard a small sigh of contentment.
"I thought I was supposed to be getting undressed."
There was suddenly a tickling feeling on one side of his neck. She
was nibbling him with her lips. He squirmed as the sensation ran up
and down his spine, then swerved to run down his arms, making them
feel tingly, and making it much harder to undo his laces.
"Yes, you're supposed to be getting undressed. You're just taking too
damn long. Maybe you need help." With that, the hand that had been
playing with his chest slid down to the top of his pants and started
playing with the fastener and zipper, teasing rather than trying to
actually do anything. The nibbling moved to the other side of his
neck.
"This is going to take a lot longer if you keep helping me, you know."
The nibbling moved a little farther onto his shoulder, and the hand
that had been tickling his back slid around and started tickling his
chest. "Maybe you'd better concentrate on what you're doing, then."
The nibbling moved back to his neck, then up to an ear. "Hurry up, I
don't want to wait for you all night."
With a groan, Richard pulled himself up off the bed. He heard a
disappointed whine behind him as well. Quickly shedding himself of
shoes, socks and pants, he stood there in his boxers, the front
tenting out, letting her have another good look.
"Come on, take those things off too so I can get a good look." He did
as she requested, baring his member, which was stiff and pointing
straight out. "Good. Now turn up the heat and get over here before I
change my mind."
"Turn up the heat?"
"Yeah, I got cold last night. Turn it way, way up. We're gonna
cook!"
Robert obediently went over and turned up the thermostat to 90
degrees, figuring that would be more than enough for a sauna. When he
finally headed for the bed, she threw back the covers to let him in.
Once again he stopped, just to stare at that beauty before him. She
was completely naked, showing him everything that she had to offer,
from her small but nicely shaped breasts, to the shaved pussy,
half-hidden between her thighs. It was the body of a beautiful young
lady, well on the way to maturity, and she was offering it to him. He
slid in beside her.
"Finally," she whispered, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and
pressed the full length of her body against him. Her lips found his,
and pressed into him with the full force of her desire. He responded,
kissing her back with equal fervor, slipping his tongue into her
mouth, sliding one arm under her, running his fingers along the back
of her neck and down her shoulders, moving the other hand down her
side to her hip, then behind her to fondle her cheeks and pull her
closer to him.
They lay like that for several minutes, tongues twisting and sliding
around each other, tasting each other, each sharing the other's breath
and warmth.
Richard slowly slid his hand below her nether cheeks, down between her
thighs, and started to gently run his fingers up and down her crack.
Eventually Brenda moaned, leaning back and breaking contact with him.
She looked down between them, reaching for his prick, and then
giggled. "Richard, you've been leaking." She twirled her finger on a
wet patch on her stomach, then on a matching spot on his stomach,
right where the head of his cock was sitting when it was trapped
between them. Bringing her finger up to her mouth, she slowly licked
it clean. "Mmmm ... tasty. Do you think there's any more where that
came from?" She reached down between them, looking for the source.
His entire body jumped when he felt her touching the head of his cock.
His breath was already a little ragged. "I'm sure there'll be some
left in there for you."
She pushed him over onto his back and climbed in between his legs,
curling up and making herself comfortable. He lay back, putting a
pillow behind his head so he could see what she was doing. She took
hold of his dick, holding it lightly with one hand, and started to
slowly stroke it up and down. Some more pre-cum collected at the tip,
and he shuddered with pleasure when she licked it off with the tip of
her tongue. "Mmmmm"
Her tongue started working on him, licking around the head of his
cock, sliding along on its sensitive underside, then heading back to
the tip to see if any more goodies showed up.
Leaning back slightly, she began to fondle and examine his balls, not
stopping her slow stroking of his stiff member.
"What's it like when a guy climaxes? Is that the right name for it?
I've heard some older girls say that it's totally gross and
disgusting, and a few others that say they kinda like it."
It was sometimes hard for him to remember that she was a very young
and inexperienced girl, especially after the expert tongue lashing
she'd just given him.
"Do you remember the orgasm you had last night?"
She just melted down a little and purred.
"It's a lot like that for a guy too. Sometimes the orgasms are
intense, sometimes not much more than a brief glow. The big
difference is that guys ejaculate semen when they orgasm. Sometimes a
lot comes out, sometimes only a little comes out. That's what carries
the sperm from inside the guy to inside the woman. It's called
climaxing, or cumming, same as for a woman, or sometimes ejaculating.
"What does semen look like?"
"Usually it's quite thick, almost creamy, with a milky look to it. If
a guy's been hard-up for a while, it may have a yellowish tinge, or
if he's been cumming a lot it may get thinner and more watery."
Her hands had been at work on his balls and his prick throughout the
conversation, making it hard for him to concentrate on his answers.
Between her efforts the previous night and her torture of him
earlier that evening, he knew that he wouldn't last very long, maybe
only a few minutes. He moaned. "If you keep that up, you're going to
get a close up and personal view of a guy cumming."
"Ooooo. You mean if I keep doing this with my hands I'll get to see
the real thing?"
"Maybe. It feels wonderful, but it may not be enough."
"What if I put my tongue into it, would that help?" Matching action
to words, she started a wild assault on his cock with her whole
tongue, licking the entire shaft from groin to top, circling around
the head, then heading down the shaft again. Every once in a while,
she put his prick in her mouth and sucked, bobbing up and down for a
few strokes, only to take it out again and run her lips up and down
his glistening member.
"Is that better?"
"Urgh, ahhhh, yessss. Keep it up, please." His cock was rock
hard, his balls almost aching for release. They were jerking up and
down in Brenda's hand as she fondled them. He could feel the
sensations that were coming from her hands and mouth working deeper
and deeper into his groin. He was close. His head was pushed back,
eyes half open, thighs stiffening then relaxing, hands grasping at the
bed, looking for something better to hold onto. "God, I'm almost
there. If you want it, keep going!"
Brenda picked up her pace. Releasing his balls, she used two hands to
stroke his swollen penis, licking and sucking on the head and shaft,
moving so fast her hands seemed to blur. She was amazed at how much
thicker and heavier it got, and how much the head grew, when he was
that close to cumming.
He could feel it building, deep inside him, the pressure growing to a
point where he knew he couldn't stop it.
"Here it comes, I'm gonna do it now. Just keep stroking till I'm
finished! Please!"
Brenda pulled her head back and just stared at the head of his cock,
eyes wide, waiting for it. She kept on stroking with both hands as
fast as she could, and suddenly it happened.
Thick spurts of white cum started jetting out of the tip of his cock,
shooting into the air and landing all over his stomach and chest. She
watched with awe, amazed at all the stuff that was coming out and how
far it was flying. One of the older girls had told her that guys
stuff shot out and went everywhere, but she never imagined it would be
like that.
She kept pumping until nothing else came out, not even the little oozy
bits at the end. Richard asked her to stop. "Please, let me rest for
a minute." He was breathing hard, sweat covering his entire body.
The heat in the room felt almost stifling to his heaving lungs.
As he recovered, he looked down to see what she was doing. One hand
was holding his now-deflating prick, the other was doing slow twirls
in the small puddles of cum on his stomach. Every once in a while,
that hand would move to her mouth and she'd lick off the cum from her
fingertips, then it would go back to another puddle and start swirling
again.
"That was wonderful. Thank you." His orgasm, after all the tension
of the past few days, along with all the sexual teasing he'd had to
endure, had been intense. He felt incredibly relaxed and mellow.
"You're welcome. So that's what a guy does when he comes. Is it
always this messy?"
Richard, still breathing heavily, used one finger to play in the same
puddle her fingers were in. Then he lifted his finger and held it in
front of her mouth. She looked at it like a bird looking at a worm,
head moving from one side to the other, staring down her nose, eyes
crossed. Then her mouth opened and engulfed his finger, sucking and
licking on it until it was clean.
"No, usually it's not this messy. When a guy comes inside a girl, all
the semen is concentrated into a small area, in her vagina. It
doesn't jet out like it did here. The same thing if he comes in her
mouth. Even when it's done like this, a guy might have a towel or rag
or some tissue to squirt it onto, to keep from making a mess."
"Guys really come in girls mouths? That sounds kinda gross."
"It's not much different than what you're doing, licking it off your
fingers. It's just that there would be more of it, and the taste
would seem much stronger. By the way, how does it taste?"
"Well, sorta salty-sour, and maybe a bit bitter. Not that bad in
little bits, but I'm not sure I'd want to try a mouthful."
"I don't blame you." Swirling his finger in a puddle, he stuck it in
his own mouth and sucked it clean. "No, it doesn't taste too good.
But, I guess in the passion of the moment, the taste would probably be
ignored."
Brenda started to slide up Richard's body, lubricating her breasts and
stomach with his semen and their combined sweat. The heat in the room
was intense. She stopped when her lips were almost touching his.
Using a finger to scrape some of the liquid from his chest, she held
it between their mouths, hers opening first, and him following her
lead. She put her finger into his mouth, then sealed their mouths
together with her lips, sliding her tongue in to lick at his lips and
teeth, and at her finger.
His tongue followed hers, touching and teasing, licking on her finger,
then darting into her mouth for a quick run around the inside of her
lips. They could both taste the salt/sour taste of his semen, along
with the stronger salt taste of their sweat.
Breaking the kiss, Brenda nuzzled her head into his shoulder. "No, it
doesn't taste nearly as bad when you share it." She started to move
around on his body, sliding her breasts back and forth and wiggling
her hips. Then she parted her legs, straddling his waist, and started
a slow rocking motion. His prick was still oozing slightly, and it
was positioned right below her pussy. That was quickly bringing it
back to life.
"Better not do that, Tinkerbell. Didn't your mommy tell you how
babies are made?"
"Hmmm, maybe. I think it went something like this." She scooped up a
big dollop of cum on her finger and proceeded to rub it into the crack
of her pussy. "Am I close?" She looked at him, smiling her innocent
little girl smile.
Richard groaned. She'd moved too fast, and it was done before he
realized what she was up to. "I don't think you should have done
that, Brenda."
"Why not? I want to have babies too, you know."
He just lay there with a pained expression on his face, eyes closed,
picturing what was going to happen.
"I just think I'm a little too young to have them right now."
Opening one eye, he just looked at her.
"Don't worry! Mom's had me on birth control pills since I went out on
my first date. She said that she trusts me, but doesn't necessarily
trust all the boys I might go out with. She'd rather I was protected
in case something happened than leave me unprotected and make a
possible bad situation much worse. So I'm safe."
Saying that, she pushed down on his shoulders, lifted herself up, and
started to grind her pussy down on the length of his cock. His hands
automatically went up and started to squeeze and caress her breasts,
teasing her nipples with his thumbs. That was sending small shocks
from her breasts to her groin, intensifying the wonderful feelings she
was getting by rubbing against his cock. Small whimpers and moans
started to come out of her mouth. "Please, do me again." Her
breathing was getting heavier and more erratic.
"Do what?" He looked at her blankly, only a hint of a smile betraying
him.
"You know, do me, like yesterday!" She was definitely getting there,
breathing in short gasps, moans and whimpers escaping regularly.
"I've been waiting for it all day! Please!
Her pussy felt like it was on fire. She'd been anticipating this
since she woke up that morning, feeling it build up deep inside, her
clit twitching in time with her heartbeat, even when she was beating
off Richard. Now she desperately craved a release, needing to cum so
bad, and she knew that doing herself off like that, exciting as it
felt, wasn't going to be enough.
"Come on, please! I neeeed it now!! EAT ME! SUCK MY PUSSY! Stick
that tongue inside me NOW! PLEEAAASE!" She was pleading, almost
screaming for release, and it wouldn't come without his help.
Richard grabbed her waist and rolled over onto her. He was on top of
her, with his newly hardened prick resting along her virgin pussy.
Her hips were thrusting by themselves, rubbing along his cock, trying
to get something into her pussy.
He steeled himself, and slid down until his mouth was above her
crotch. He didn't want to take her cherry that way, not in a moment's
passion. She trusted him too much for him to do that to her. He
wanted to do it when he was sure it was what he and she both desired,
when they both knew what was happening. The way things were going,
that would be soon.
Her thrusting hips, and the hands trying to pull his head inside her,
made him soon forget about that. He set to work with his lips,
tongue, and fingers, knowing she needed to get off as soon as
possible. She was frantic, her hips were bucking like crazy, moans,
cries, and whimpers coming out of her mouth along with unintelligible
shouts and words.
He stuck his tongue as deep into her pussy as he could, swirled it
around, gathered her juices and flavors, then licked up through her
crack, right over top of her clit. That sent a shock through her
body, and she arched and jumped in response. Clamping his mouth over
her clit, he sucked it into his mouth, running his tongue along the
skin all around it, then flicking the its tip. She was starting to
shudder, her release was close.
Lubricating one finger with the juices on her belly, he slid it into
her crack, moving it forward and back a few times. Her whole body
started to bounce up and down. Then he eased it into her hole,
sliding it in and out with a fast rhythm, occasionally pushing in far
enough to touch her virginity.
Her vaginal walls started to spasm, grabbing and releasing his finger
as her climax hit. She gave out a long moan, arching her body to try
and get more contact on her clit. Her hips were gyrating wildly, so
he had to work hard to keep his mouth and finger in position and
moving. She stopped spasming and collapsed, shudders wracking her
body, as her climax worked its way through. Richard slowly eased up,
reducing the stimulation as the shockwaves died down. Eventually, he
and the orgasm both stopped.
Brenda just lay there, breathing heavily, eyes fluttering. She was
awake, but too wrung out to move or speak. Richard got up, turned the
heat back down, turned off the light, opened the window a crack, then
climbed back into bed. Pulling Brenda into him, he cradled her head
in his arm and kissed her lightly on the lips. Cuddling her sweat and
semen covered body to his, he covered them both up, ready for sleep.
The only thing he heard her say was 'wow'.
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<< End of chapter 4>>
Next chapter - wet dreams, a *great* morning, breakfast,
Caitlin talks to Vicky
(Well, was that better? There's some more in the next chapter. Be
warned though, there's more story in it too. You can't have
everything. There was a lot of teasing going on though, wasn't
there. I enjoyed it. I still wonder how Vicky got the way she is.
After all, there aren't very many eleven year old girls capable of
seducing a seventeen year old woman.)
Subject: BOMBADIL: "Brenda - A Love Story" 5/9
From: Shelby Bush <stbush@iglou.com>
Date: 11 Apr 1997 14:46:50 GMT
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Brenda - A Love Story [ M/f f/f ]
by Tom Bombadil (c) Aug 1996
Chapter 5 of 9
Disclaimer: All the standard rules apply. If you are offended
by explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is
illegal to possess such materials at your location, if you are
under-age by law in your location, or if somebody else thinks you
might have too much fun reading it, stop right now and remove this
text from your computer.
This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions
described by me coming straight out of my imagination. As a work of
fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or
actions described, nor does it relate to any type of real events in
my life, or known to me in the lives of any of my friends or
relatives.
You've been warned.
In this chapter - wet dreams, a *great* morning, breakfast,
Caitlin talks to Vicky
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Sometime during the night, Caitlin was having a wonderful dream. She
was back with Angie, and Angie was doing deliciously naughty things to
her. That mouth on her nipple, teasing and nibbling, her left hand
caressing and fondling her breast, pinching and pulling on the other
nipple, and Angie's right hand down between her legs, sliding a finger
up and down inside her pussy, pulled out memories of those wonderful
nights not too long ago from where she had carefully packed them away
in her mind.
Her slit was quickly heating up, juices starting to flow, moistening
her pussy lips even more. When that hand down there started to tease
her clit, she moaned, and started to squirm.
Pushing the mouth that was on her breast down toward her needy hole,
she quickly twisted around until she was under the other girl's
crotch. Diving in, almost frantic with desire, she started to lick
and suck like crazy. Something seemed a little different, out of
place for a second. Then the other girl started lapping hungrily at
her slit. All thoughts forgotten, Caitlin started in again, licking
and sucking as fast as she could, wanting, needing to get off, and
wanting the other girl to cum with her.
Licking a finger to lubricate it, then sliding it around in the other
girl's slit for more lubrication, she inserted it into the girl's love
hole. It was tighter than she remembered, but soon the girl's vaginal
muscles relaxed and her finger stroked in and out more easily. Then
the other girl jammed two fingers into Caitlin's twat.
She just about hit the roof. She started to lick and suck and pump as
fast as she was able, and could feel the other girl doing the same
things to her. She felt the other girl spasm and ease up as she
climaxed, moaning loudly, but Caitlin couldn't stop because she hadn't
gotten what she needed yet. The other girl all of a sudden started
back in, licking, sucking and pumping as fast as ever, and started to
moan and whimper into Caitlin's crotch.
That's what finally sent her over the edge, to a long-needed climax,
arching her back, whining, almost crying in her passion. The other
girl never let up through the whole orgasm, pushing her to her
limits. Only when it was over did the other girl stop and slide
around to kiss her on the lips.
Caitlin just hung onto that kiss, wrapping her arms and legs around
the other girl, hugging her tight, until she fell back to sleep.
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When Caitlin woke up the next morning, she was feeling wonderfully
sleepy and lazy. Laying there, revelling in the luxury of a warm bed
in the early morning, she suddenly realized she wasn't alone. Someone
was in bed with her, head resting on her shoulder, arms and legs
entangled with hers. She remembered her dream. Guilt and pain
started flooding back, and she couldn't stop herself from crying
again, realizing what had happened, what she had done to Vicky.
That woke Vicky up. Stretching her neck a little, she turned and
kissed the crying Caitlin full on the lips, then started nibbling and
licking her way down her neck, along one shoulder, dropping lower and
sliding her lips along Caitlin's breast until she reached the nipple.
She sucked it into her mouth, licking it, twirling it around with
her tongue, teasing it with her teeth.
Caitlin's low cries to stop, don't do this please, were totally
ignored. Her body responded quickly to the stimulation, and she felt
that need stirring again in her groin. She couldn't seem to gather
the strength to push Vicky off, not that her body would really let
her, so she gave in to it and started to caress Vicky's shoulders and
back, occasionally sending her hand down far enough to brush her ass
cheeks. That brought forth the occasional purr or moan from Vicky,
who didn't seem like she was ever going to release that nipple.
Vicky was listening carefully to the sounds Caitlin was making,
waiting for them to change from whimpers asking for her to stop, to
little sighs and moans of pleasure. When that happened, she twisted
her body so that her breasts were facing Caitlin, and switched over to
Caitlin's other nipple.
Almost immediately, Vicky felt hands sliding up and down her entire
body, touching and caressing every part of it. She let out a long
sigh of pleasure, and started her own exploration, using her hands,
mouth, and tongue, kissing and licking every square inch of skin she
could reach. Caitlin shivered with delight when Vicky nibbled on the
backs of her knees, and moaned when she started kissing and licking
between her toes.
Caitlin was just sliding her lips over Vicky's hip when she felt
fingers caressing the inside of her thigh. She spread her legs apart
in invitation, and in she came, with little licks, kisses and nibbles,
working her way slowly up one inner thigh, then, disappointingly, down
the other. Her own explorations were bringing her closer and closer
to a delightful-looking little pussy, just past her nose. A groan
of delight slipped out when she felt those nibbles and kisses inching
their way back up the inside of her leg, towards her waiting need.
They started at the same time, slowly stroking each other's nether
lips, matching their rhythms, finding those extra-sensitive spots so
they could return later. Nothing existed right then except their
mutual pleasure.
Vicky felt a tongue start to tease apart her outer lips, so she
returned the favor by sliding her tongue into Caitlin's crack and
licking at the entrance to her hole. Caitlin's tongue found Vicky's
tiny clit, and started to tease and tickle it into its full size and
hardness. Both girls were moaning and whimpering in pleasure.
Vicky suddenly felt Caitlin's arms wrap around her hips and she was
pulled up into the top half of a normal sixty-nine. She wantonly
spread her thighs as wide as they would go, as Caitlin did the same,
both enjoying the extra freedom it gave for exploring the other's
pussy.
They both knew it was just about time for a much-needed release, so
when Caitlin felt Vicky starting to lick and suck at a fever pitch,
she whined and purred with pleasure, and started in, frantically using
her fingers, tongue, lips, and anything else in the neighborhood, to
get Vicky to cum again.
It was over in a few minutes, with both girls hitting their climaxes
at almost the same time, bucking and straining against each other,
each trying to prolong the other's orgasm as long as possible, not
wanting the waves of pleasure to end. Eventually, they both collapsed
in exhaustion.
Once again, Vicky swung around, still laying on top of Caitlin, and
kissed her on the mouth. This time Caitlin knew who it was, and with
eyes open, returned the kiss in full.
They lay there for a while, enjoying each other's warmth, the touch of
skin on skin, slowly feeling each other come down from their highs,
and letting strength flow back into exhausted limbs.
Vicky was the first one to stir, more out of need than desire.
"Mmmmm. Now this is the way every morning should start."
Caitlin, feeling too good and too tired for her guilt to come back
right then, just sighed, lying there with a contented smile on her
face.
Vicky would have loved to just lie there and snuggle for the rest of
the day, but her body was telling her to get moving. Feeling
deliciously naughty, she padded over to the door, stark naked, and
whispered to Caitlin "I'll be back in a minute."
"Where do you think you're going, dressed like that?" she whispered
back.
"To the bathroom, where else."
"But what if someone sees you out there? I mean, you're naked!"
"Who's going to see me, my sister?"
"No! My brother!"
"Well, it might be the first time he sees me naked, but I don't think
it'll be the last." She gave Caitlin an evil grin as she opened the
door and peeked out. Nobody was in sight. She made it into the
bathroom without incident.
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Richard woke up early with a raging hard-on that wouldn't be denied.
He didn't want to wake Brenda, so he slowly unwrapped himself from her
arms and legs and slid over to the edge of the bed. He then started
to jerk himself off, trying to do it as quietly and gently as he
could.
He was just getting into a good, steady rhythm when he heard a
familiar voice. "So that's how boys do it by themselves." She was
lying exactly as he had left her, except that her eyes were open and
staring at his cock. "I've never watched a guy do it before. Doesn't
it hurt, rubbing it so fast and so hard?"
Richard, who had kept his concentration and his rhythm, had a hard
time answering, grunting out words as he pumped. "No. Doesn't hurt
if you know how. Takes practice."
He was nearing the point of release when she told him to stop. She
grabbed his hand in both of hers and literally pulled it away from his
cock. Wrapping one of her small hands as far around his cock as it
would go, she leaned over and lapped up the little drops of pre-cum
that were there.
Turning and looking at him over her shoulder, she smiled. "Remember
what I said the other night? This thing is mine! Besides, I need
the practice more than you do."
With that, she turned back to the task at hand (in hand?) and began to
suck on his prick, sliding down the shaft until the head hit the back
of her mouth, then back up again. Her tongue swirled and licked at
the shaft and head as they came into range, bringing moans of delight
from Richard.
He was in heaven. That was definitely better than beating his
meat - in fact, it was better than a good bit of the sex he'd had in
his life! She had a nice rhythm going, bobbing her head up and down
almost like a mechanical doll, sliding his prick in and out of her
mouth with smooth, even strokes, except that once in a while she would
dip down a little lower, and he could feel the head of his prick slide
into her throat. She WAS practicing, while doing that to him. "I'm
not sure I'll be able to take it," he thought to himself, "when she
really gets to know what she's doing." He could feel the sensations
starting to churn his insides, mixing everything up, and getting ready
for his release.
His hands were automatically looking for something to grab onto,
moving around, gripping and releasing the sheets, blankets, pillows,
whatever they could reach. One of them found Brenda's leg. Sliding
upward, past her knee, he started to caress her inner thigh, moving up
toward her mound, wanting to play and tickle in there. Her thighs
closed, locking around his hand, keeping it away from what it wanted.
Looking down at what she was doing, he could see beads and streaks of
saliva on his shaft, all the way to the hairs. Then she took an
extra-deep mouthful, and he saw his entire member disappear into her
mouth, down to his balls, and watched as her throat expanded to accept
what she was pushing into it. His head fell back as the sight, sound,
and sensation of what she was doing to him drove him closer to the
edge. He could feel it building inside him, almost ready to burst
through.
"I'm gonna cum! Here it comes!"
Brenda pulled her head off his cock and began pumping it furiously
with both hands. She watched carefully as he shot his load, squirt
after squirt arcing into the air to land on his chest and stomach.
When his pumping slowed down to the last dribbles, she put her mouth
around his cock again, licking and sucking the last few drops of cum
into her mouth. When it was completely drained and cleaned, she
pulled up and turned towards his face.
"Now, doesn't that feel better than doing it yourself?"
He could only moan, still feeling weak and drained.
Turning and looking at his cock again, she spotted a last drop of cum
oozing out of the tip. She sucked his member into her mouth for a few
more seconds, licking up that last little taste. Richard squirmed and
moaned a little at the extra sensation.
Pulling back a bit, looking at his now-limp cock, she asked a question
that had been running around in her mind since the first time she saw
him naked.
"Richard, when we do it for real, the first time, will it hurt a lot?"
"When we do it for real?" His mind was still a little foggy from the
aftermath, so he didn't clue in to what she meant.
"Yes, for real, when you put this thing (grabbing his cock) inside me.
I'm a little scared, 'cause some of the older girls said it hurt a lot
the first time."
He was now listening very carefully, aware of the fact she was talking
about when, not if, it would happen, and sounding like it would be
very soon. "I'm not sure how much it will hurt, but from what I've
heard, it usually hurts at least a little bit when a girl gets her
hymen broken. Any other pain is because the guy is inexperienced or
in too much of a hurry to get the girl properly excited, and she gets
stretched too quickly."
"You wouldn't be like that, would you?"
"Of course not. If I was, you wouldn't be a virgin right now. It was
real tempting last night when I was laying on top of you, but I was a
good boy."
"I'm glad. I want our first time to be special." She turned and
looked at him. "I'll tell you when I'm ready. The way you're working
me up, it's gonna be real soon."
She then rubbed her breasts and nipples into his
stomach, coating them with his seed, and slowly proceeded to slide her
body up over his chest, covering them both with a film of his semen,
not stopping until her lips were almost touching his.
She kissed him several times while he lay there, mostly quick, sudden
contacts of lips on lips, but the last one was a long, slow,
deliberate, sensuous massage with her tongue. He could taste his cum
on her lips and in her mouth.
"Mmmm. Such a nice way to start the morning, don't you think? A nice,
relaxing bath of cum." She wriggled around on top of him, smearing
them both a little more, then half-slid onto the bed, so only her
chest was on top of him. His hand caressed her shoulder, and slowly
moved down her side and back to her thigh, where it worked its way
around to between her legs. She opened them a little as an
invitation, which his hand accepted, and it moved up to stroke her
pussy.
"You didn't want me to do this a few minutes ago."
"I was busy! I can't practice when you're distracting me. Besides, I
like it better whey you're concentrating properly. Like now." She
wriggled her bottom and opened her thighs a bit more.
After a few seconds, she rolled away from him, sighing. "I need a
shower and breakfast before you put me through anything like last
night again." She rolled back to give him another kiss. "It was
wonderful, but I don't think I could stand it that strong very
often."
Grinning, he kissed her back. "You won't get those really intense
ones very often. They usually happen only after a long buildup, or
after a lot of emotional ups and downs. You had both yesterday, so
last night's could be considered a 'mind blowing experience'. That's
how some people describe a very intense orgasm."
"Yeah, that's about what it felt like. I was there, but didn't really
feel, well, attached, sorta like, oh, 'floating in a sea of ecstasy'.
I got that from one of my mom's books."
"I like it. Anyway, I think I'll go see about that shower and
breakfast you were talking about."
"Awww, just lie here a bit longer, please?"
"I don't think I can. Mother nature won't be denied. Besides, think
of the fun we could have in the shower." He gave her another kiss,
rolled out of bed, and pulled on his jockey shorts. "Back in a few
minutes."
He opened the door and stepped into the hallway.
"Eeek!"
Richard looked, and saw Vicky's naked backside running down the hall
to his sister's room. He watched her run, noticing that her body was
definitely rounding out from little-girl skinny to a slightly curvier,
softer, young-lady figure. He saw that she didn't have any tan lines
either. As she disappeared into his sister's bedroom, she turned,
giving him a glimpse of her pussy and just-developing breasts. She
stuck her tongue out at him before she shut the door.
Humming to himself, he walked into the bathroom.
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When Vicky climbed back into bed with Caitlin, they wrapped their arms
and legs around each other and kissed for a few seconds.
"I take it my brother caught you out in the hall, little missy. Is
that why you were gone so long? Waiting for him?"
"Yeah, I guess I was. I heard him moving around in the bedroom, and I
couldn't resist. I hung around just outside the bathroom, and when he
opened his door, I squealed and ran! It wasn't as good as it could
have been, though."
"Oh, why?"
"He was wearing his shorts, so I couldn't see anything."
"Well, little missy, are you trying to get into my brother's pants
too?" Caitlin was trying to keep her tone light and playful, but the
thought that this girl might also be chasing after her brother was
unsettling.
"Nope, not really. If he asked, I might, but I'm not sure. I just
like teasing. I don't think I want any boys yet. Or men. Maybe
later. Right now, I like girls. Besides, he looked awful, covered in
sweat, gooey splotches all over him, and streaks of white stuff
dribbling down his front." Vicky started to play with one of
Caitlin's nipples.
"It sounds like my brother was having fun. Mmmm. Nice. Better stop
though, 'cause I don't think I can wait long enough to finish."
Still playing with that nipple, Vicky answered "Okay, go ahead, don't
let me stop you."
"You ARE a nasty tease, aren't you." Caitlin groaned and rolled out
of bed. Pulling on a housecoat, she looked at Vicky. I don't think
my brother is ready for the shock of his sister walking around the
house in the nude." She grinned. "At least, not yet, anyway. By the
way, I seem to recall us both wearing something to bed last night, but
this morning we're rather naked. Did you have anything to do with
it?"
Vicky put on her cute little girl face, smiling and looking up at
Caitlin with her big, soft, deep-green eyes. "Who, sweet little
innocent me?"
"Don't try to pull that 'sweet innocent' stuff on me." Caitlin was
smiling at Vicky as she said that. "Especially after what you did to
me yesterday. Anyway, I'm heading downstairs for a shower."
"I think I'll join you. I need one too, and I'd like someone to scrub
my back for me."
"Okay, but you'd better wear something this time."
They went out together, heading downstairs to the shower.
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When Richard came out of the bathroom, he saw his sister and Vicky
heading down the stairs. "Good morning you two. Up already?"
"Yep. Just heading for the shower."
"Okay. Let me know when you're done. I need one too."
Richard had sponged himself down in the bathroom, removing most of the
mess from last night and this morning. As he walked back into his
bedroom, he heard some moaning. Brenda was lying there, spread out on
the bed, covers thrown back, one hand buried in her crotch, the other
squeezing and pulling at her breasts.
"So that's how girls do it by themselves."
Her eyes opened a bit and she looked at him, but her hands never
slowed down. "Don't just stand there. Help!"
Kneeling on the bed beside her, he pulled her hand away from her
breasts. It immediately dropped down to help with her pussy. Using
both hands, he massaged and fondled her mounds, pinching and pulling
at the nipples, working them hard. Lowering his mouth to hers, he
started a soft kiss.
Right now, she didn't want it soft, she needed everything fast and
hard, so she ground her mouth up into his, practically sucking his
tongue out of his mouth, jabbing and poking with her own. One of her
hands had two fingers sliding up and down her slit, pausing to work on
her clit with every upstroke. The other hand had one finger inside
her hole, pounding in and out as fast as she could move it.
The tension was building quickly in her groin, and she felt it would
only be a few more seconds before her release. Grunting, gasping,
breathing hard through her nose, she kept the suction going to his
mouth, unwilling to let him go when she was that close to the top.
Then it happened. She spasmed, moaning and whimpering into his mouth,
shockwaves moving through her body, making her rock from side to side.
Richard could feel it when her orgasm hit, her mouth opening wide,
breaking the suction, tongue slowing down. He kept his mouth locked
to hers all through the spasms, sucking at her, playing with her
tongue, letting her breathe through his mouth. Gradually she
subsided, her moans and whimpers dying down, her hands slowing and
then stopping, his hands releasing her breasts.
He kept his mouth locked to hers, her breath coming only through him,
her gasps and pants slowing down to more normal breathing. Finally,
she wrapped her arms around his head, pressed her mouth hard against
his for a second, and broke contact. She took several long, deep,
shuddering breaths.
"That was good. Thank you."
He pulled her up to him, her head nestling into his shoulder.
Pulling the covers over them both, he whispered into her ear.
"Nap or breakfast?"
"Nasty person, making me choose. You get breakfast ready then come
back."
"Okay." Richard got back up. Brenda whimpered a bit when she felt
him move away, then wiggled a little deeper under the covers. She
watched him put on his robe and leave, then closed her eyes.
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Walking into the kitchen, Richard heard the shower start up. He
wondered a bit at the length of time it took for them to actually
start the water, then decided that whatever they were up to was none
of his business.
Down in the kitchen, poking through the 'fridge and cupboards, he
worked out what he had enough of to feed everybody. Toast, some
bacon, a few sausages, pancake mix, eggs, orange juice, and milk.
Plenty for now. Of course, with one (his sister), possibly two
(thinking about upstairs), maybe three (listening to the squeals in
the bathroom) extra mouths to feed, he'd certainly need to stock up.
As he worked on breakfast, the laughter in the shower died down,
becoming quieter and harder to hear. Then he started to hear the odd
loud moan or gasp. Those two certainly weren't being quiet or shy
about what they were doing. They also succeeded in bringing his
member to full attention, which distracted him quite a bit from his
cooking.
A little while later, as he was laying out breakfast on the table, the
bathroom door opened. The shower had stopped several minutes ago due
to a lack of hot water (he'd checked), so he knew they'd be done
shortly. Vicky came out first, hair wrapped in a towel, with another
one wrapped around her body, covering her from her chest to upper
thigh, leaving a lot of leg exposed.
Vicky saw him, winked, and blew him a kiss. Then she saw the food
on the table. "Breakfast! Goody! I'm starved!"
Caitlin came out, wearing the same as Vicky, except that the towel
barely covered her, going from her nipples to just below her crotch
in front, and just barely covering her buns in the rear. She saw him,
then saw breakfast on the table, and blushed. "I thought you were
still upstairs in bed."
"No, I've been down here for a while, fixing breakfast. I heard the
two of you working up a healthy appetite, so I made lots. I know I'm
hungry, and I think Brenda is too."
She saw him glance down at the bottom of the towel and smiled a bit.
She also saw the bulge in the front of his robe, and thought she knew
what had caused it. "I guess you're going to have to get used to
girls running around here, aren't you, big brother." With that, she
deliberately sat down, giving him a good view of her legs, thighs, and
hips, and glimpses of more every time she reached for something.
He sighed, heading for the stairs and Brenda. It *was* going to
take a lot of getting used to. His sister had definitely *not* been
like that when he was living at home. Mom would have had hysterics,
and dad would probably have killed her. He thought he liked her
better this way.
Seeing that Brenda was asleep, he sat softly on the bed, leaning over
to nibble and kiss her neck and face. One hand snaked its way under
the covers and began massaging and fondling a breast. She moaned, and
slowly opened her eyes.
"Mornin' sleepyhead. Time for breakfast. Let's go, the food's
getting cold already. And if you don't hurry, there won't be any left
for you. Our sisters are down there right now, eating enough for all
of us."
"Awright, okay, I'm coming. Don't I get a shower first? You
promised."
"No shower until after breakfast, I'm afraid. Those two didn't leave
us any hot water."
"They're up?"
"I thought I said that already. Mostly up. Not dressed yet, but up.
It seems to be a come-as-you-are breakfast, so it doesn't much matter
if you're dressed or not." She looked at him a little strangely.
"They're both fresh out of the shower, wearing nothing but a smile and
a towel, having great fun teasing me. You can stay up here if you
want, but I'm hungry. See you downstairs."
Walking back into the kitchen, Richard saw that he'd been right. Both
girls were definitely hungry, eating and chatting with each other.
Caitlin hadn't bothered to adjust her towel, so he was still being
treated to a peep show. He sat down and started to fill a plate for
himself. "Brenda's awake, and should be down in a few minutes. That
is, she will be if she woke up enough to be hungry."
A few minutes later, Brenda came down, wearing her nightie and a long
robe. She gave Richard a quick kiss, sat down, and started in on her
breakfast.
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Long after the eating was done and everything was cleaned up, Vicky
and Caitlin were sitting on the porch, enjoying the view and the
sunshine. Brenda and Richard had gone off to pick up some groceries
for lunch and dinner, after a short, rather unsatisfactory shower
(due to a shortage of hot water), leaving the two of them alone.
They sat there for a while, not saying anything, just getting used to
being with each other. Finally, Vicky broke the silence.
"Caitlin, who's Angie?"
Caitlin didn't answer right away, sitting there, staring out at the
beach. After a long pause, she spoke.
"Where did you hear that name?"
"From you. Last night. The first time we did it. You were crying
her name before we started. Is she your lover?"
Caitlin sat back, taking a few deep breaths, fighting down the
feelings of loss and pain she knew were there. "Okay, so now I'm
going to have a frank emotional talk with an eleven year old girl, one
that I just met yesterday, who has already made love to me. I can
handle it if I stay calm. Stay. Calm."
Taking a few deep breaths, she replied.
"She was my best friend, and my lover for a while."
"Did she die or something?"
"No, nothing that tragic, but sometimes it feels like it. Her father
found us in bed together one evening while we were making love and had
an absolute fit. He was going to call the police and have me arrested
for seducing and raping his daughter."
"How old was she?"
"Fourteen, three years younger than me. She convinced her mother that
I hadn't raped her or anything like that, but her father was
determined that I wasn't going to ruin his daughter for life. His
ultimatum was that I had to leave town and never see Angie again, or
face charges." After a short pause, and a glance toward Vicky, who
was still looking out over the beach, Caitlin continued. "The only
people who know about this are Angie, her mother and father, Richard,
and now you."
"It must hurt to go through something like that. I don't think I'd
like her dad."
"Well, until that day, he was a pretty nice person. He just couldn't
handle thinking of his daughter becoming a lesbian."
"A lesbian? Is that like what we are?"
"Maybe, maybe not. I'm not, and you probably aren't either."
"What is a lesbian then?"
"A lesbian is a woman who only loves other women, and won't or can't
love a man. Some choose that lifestyle, some dislike or even hate
men, and some say they are born to it."
"I don't think I am one then, 'cause someday I want to go out with
boys and get married and have babies. When I'm older. Did you have
any other lovers? I know you haven't done it with a guy yet."
"No, I haven't had any other lovers. And how do you know I haven't
done it with a guy?"
Vicky grinned and looked at Caitlin. "'Cause you got a hymen. I felt
it." Caitlin blushed and looked away.
"Okay miss smarty pants. Now it's your turn. How many other lovers
have you had? And don't try and tell me I was the first. I haven't
had much practice, but even I can tell you've done this a lot more
than me."
It was Vicky's turn to blush and turn away. After a while she
answered, speaking softly and quietly.
"Two. Only dad and Brenda know about them. Dad thinks I talked to
mom about it, but I haven't. I think she knows now, and I'm probably
in trouble."
"So why me and why now? Especially in front of everybody."
Vicky spent some more time thinking, staring over the beach.
"Donna moved away a couple of months ago, her dad got transferred at
work or something. When she moved, I hurt. Dad and Brenda tried to
help, but didn't know what I needed. After a while, it didn't hurt so
much, but it never went away. I don't know too many people around
here except the kids in school, and wouldn't dare talk to any of them
'cause they'd think I was weird."
Caitlin kept quiet, letting Vicky gather herself together, waiting
for her to continue.
"When I saw Brenda yesterday morning, I knew she got someone,
probably Richard. The hurt started coming back. It got worse all
day. At supper, I decided. I knew you were Richard's sister, so you
were probably okay, you were new, you didn't seem that upset about
Richard and Brenda (mom didn't think I knew yet), and looking at
Brenda got you hot. I could see it. I needed someone bad. I checked
with Dad first, and he let me know it would be okay with him. So I
went for you. I hope you're not mad."
Caitlin could almost hear the pleading, the need for acceptance in
Vicky's voice. She could picture Angie going through the same thing,
needing someone to hold on to. She was having a hard time holding
back her tears, and knew she wouldn't be able to stop them for much
longer.
"Vicky, I need a hug. Please?"
Vicky turned and climbed into Caitlin's lap. Both were crying,
hanging on to each other, letting the tears wash away their pain.
They were still holding each other when Mary stepped onto the porch.
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<< End of chapter 5>>
Next chapter - the babysitter, Vicky's great love,
Vicky's punishment.
(Like I said, some of the juicy stuff, some more story. If it wasn't
for the story, I wouldn't be doing this, and you wouldn't get the
juicy bits, so there. Anyway, I think I may need a new monitor. The
screen got rather blurry a few times when I was writing parts of these
last two chapters. ;-) Ah well, maybe I should try writing for
Harlequin instead.)
Subject: BOMBADIL: "Brenda - A Love Story" 6/9
From: Shelby Bush <stbush@iglou.com>
Date: 11 Apr 1997 14:54:38 GMT
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Brenda - A Love Story [ M/f f/f ]
by Tom Bombadil (c) Aug 1996
Chapter 6 of 9
Disclaimer: All the standard rules apply. If you are offended
by explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is
illegal to possess such materials at your location, if you are
under-age by law in your location, or if somebody else thinks you
might have too much fun reading it, stop right now and remove this
text from your computer.
This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions
described by me coming straight out of my imagination. As a work of
fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or
actions described, nor does it relate to any type of real events in
my life, or known to me in the lives of any of my friends or
relatives.
You've been warned.
In this chapter - the babysitter, Vicky's great love,
Vicky's punishment.
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Mary and her husband Will had had a long talk that morning about their
daughters Vicky and Brenda, but most of it was about Vicky, what she
had hidden from her mother, how she had lied to her father and sister,
and about her behaviour the previous evening.
Apparently, Vicky had been involved in a couple of heated sexual
affairs without anyone knowing about it. Will found out about the
second one after the other girl had moved away, and been told by
Vicky about the first one. He'd found her in her room in the middle
of a crying session, and she'd told him everything. She also said
that she'd talked to Mom already, and told her the same as she'd told
him, and that she'd get over it faster if nobody said anything about
it anymore. Somewhere in the middle of their conversation, Brenda
walked in on them, having overheard enough to realize what was going
on, wanting to know the whole story and if she could help.
It ended with Will and Vicky both agreeing not to talk about her
problems with anyone outside the family, and also agreeing not to
mention or refer to those incidents where Vicky could hear. She said
she'd get over it faster that way.
After listening to all that, Mary told her husband that Vicky had
never said anything to her about it, ever, and why hadn't he talked
to her about it. It turned out Vicky was somewhat to blame there as
well. During the weeks following her confession to her father, she
hung around the house a lot, and crawled into bed with them a few
times. Since nothing was said about it, Will assumed that Mary did
know what was going on, and was following the same instructions, not
to mention it while Vicky was around. After that, other matters took
on more importance, and the situation started sliding into the
background. Vicky spoke with her father a few times, talking at
length about how she felt, and how she thought she was getting over
Donna. Vicky was her old self around the house, and wasn't having any
more crying jags, so Will just let the matter slide. Until the
previous night.
They both realized that Vicky had gone through a hard emotional time,
and agreed that if Vicky and Caitlin hit it off, they wouldn't
interfere with things too much, at least not right away. Vicky did
need to be disciplined for lying, and a couple of weeks being grounded
would probably be adequate. It would do for a punishment, and give
Vicky and Caitlin some time to cool off.
Mary went over to Richard's place a little before lunch, to see what
was happening, and to bring Vicky home for a long chat. When she got
there, things were a little different than what she'd expected.
Vicky and Caitlin were still on the porch when Mary arrived. Caitlin
was reclining, stretched out in the lounger, with Vicky curled up in
her lap, head buried in Caitlin's shoulder. Caitlin had her head
turned into Vicky's neck and shoulder as well, so you couldn't see
either of their faces. It looked like they were necking, right there
in the open.
Mary sat down in the other lounger, sitting upright, looking at the
two girls. Listening carefully, she heard the odd muffled sob and a
bit of sniffling.
"Vicky, is everything all right?" Vicky turned her head to look at
her mother, letting her see both of their faces. They were both
red-eyed, with streaks running down their cheeks. It looked like both
had done some serious crying.
"I'm okay mom." She slid down a little lower on Caitlin, laying her
head down on the bigger girl's chest, hugging her tight with both
arms, looking at her mother, blinking away the last few tears.
Caitlin, her arms still around Vicky, gave her a small squeeze.
"You both look terrible. What's the matter?"
When Vicky didn't answer, Caitlin did.
"We'll be okay in a little while. We've been talking. It seems Vicky
and I have a few things in common. I take it you and your husband had
a discussion about Vicky this morning?"
"Yes, but why would you be asking about that?"
"Like I said, we've both had some similar experiences. She told me
a little bit about what's been happening in her life and what's going
on right now, and I've told her a little bit about my past. We've
been commiserating. So what have you decided to do about us?"
"What do you mean, 'do about us'?"
"Well, Vicky's already told me about how she lied to her Dad and
Brenda. She knows she's in trouble for that, and expects to be
punished for it. But what she's really worried about, and me as well,
is what you're going to do about us, meaning me and Vicky."
Vicky was just lying there through all that, letting Caitlin do the
talking, blinking back the tears, sniffling every once in a while,
listening, and watching her mother.
"Well, Will and I had decided on something, but now I'm not too sure
about what we'd planned. What I think I'd like is for Vicky (looking
her daughter in the eye) to tell me the whole story, right from the
start. Okay, Vicky? Ready to come home and tell me about it?"
"I'd rather stay here, Mom. I'd feel a lot better telling you about
it here than at home right now." She and Caitlin both shifted a bit,
making themselves a little more comfortable.
"All right, but let me get comfortable first." Mary stood and turned
her lounger so it was partially facing the two girls. After
stretching out, she looked at her daughter. "Okay then, I want to
hear the whole story, right from the start, and don't leave anything
out."
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<<Vicky's story, edited, with many details filled in>>
It started about a year ago, when Vicky was ten. Mom and dad were out
for the night and weren't expected back until sometime the next
afternoon. Their babysitter, a sixteen year old girl both parents had
known for a few years, put each of the kids to bed and then curled up
in their parents bed to sleep (the standard arrangement).
You couldn't really call Robyn pretty, let alone beautiful, but she
was somewhat cute, with an air of innocence around her. She did make
the best of what she had, keeping her light brown shoulder-length hair
shiny, clean, and well done up, using only a little makeup, mostly to
enhance her grey-blue eyes (her best feature), and making sure her
pearly-whites were exactly that. She was fairly short at 4'11", and a
little chubby. Her breasts were medium sized, about a 'B' cup, and
fairly firm, considering her figure.
Sometime during the night a thunderstorm broke out. The repeated
claps of thunder and flashes of lightning woke Vicky up and frightened
her enough that she ran from her bed and crawled in with Robyn (the
babysitter). Robyn tried to comfort Vicky, hugging her, petting her,
and stroking her back. Eventually Vicky calmed down, but Robyn didn't
stop the cuddling and petting. Vicky was enjoying it in a sleepy sort
of way, so she didn't object when the touching became more intimate.
Robyn worked on Vicky for quite some time that night, eventually
bringing her to her first real orgasm. She went back to sleep lying
in Robyn's arms, still being cuddled and caressed, and feeling very
warm and cozy.
After that night, Vicky ended up in bed with Robyn every time Robyn
babysat, usually two or three times each month. Robyn brought Vicky
along slowly, never pushing, teaching her how to accept pleasure from
another woman, and how to give it in return. Vicky, at age ten, had
been brought into her sexuality.
Robyn introduced Donna to Vicky about six months after Vicky's first
sexual encounter.
Donna was a shy, quiet girl, still quite short (4'2") but starting
to sprout and develop. Her hair was a dark honey-blond, kept short in
almost a page-boy cut. Her face was very nice and well-proportioned,
showing some of the beauty that would be hers when she grew older.
Her body was also starting to develop some of the charms she would
have later, with long, slender legs, delicate, expressive hands,
breasts that were starting to cone out, and the beginnings of a real
figure, with a real waist, nicely developing hips, and a well-rounded
bottom. The boys were beginning to notice.
Vicky's parents were both required to be out of town for the night, on
rather sudden notice, and were having a hard time finding a sitter.
Finally, after some fast negotiations, they managed to get Robyn, but
with a compromise. Robyn was already committed to babysitting another
couple's eleven-year-old daughter overnight, so it was agreed that
Robyn would bring the other girl with her to sleep over, after
everyone's parents had given their permission. Robyn herself had
actually made the suggestion.
When Vicky found out that Robyn was going to babysit, but that another
girl would be coming over as well, she got into a bit of a mood.
Those special times with Robyn had become a very important part of
Vicky's life. She didn't know if she'd get any time with her friend
for their 'special' playing, because Donna would be sleeping in her
parents' bed too.
That afternoon and evening were somewhat strained. Donna was a shy,
withdrawn girl, quite unlike Vicky and Brenda, and didn't join in
much with their playing and joking. Vicky was also feeling jealous of
the way Donna and Robyn sometimes looked at each other. She
recognized that look, because it was the same one her friend
occasionally gave her. When putting the girls into their beds, Robyn
whispered to Vicky "It's okay. You're welcome to sneak in later. We
can still hug and cuddle. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Feeling better, Vicky whispered back "Yes, please. I like hugs and
cuddles."
A short while later, she was peeking into her parents' bedroom. Robyn
was there, lying under the covers in the middle of the bed, with Donna
snuggled up tight to one side, arm wrapped around Robyn's waist, head
pillowed on the older girl's shoulder. Vicky was feeling a little
jealous, and was very nervous about climbing into bed with the two of
them.
Vicky saw Robyn look at her and wave for her to come in. When she saw
Donna open her eyes, she saw a shy, rather inviting smile appear on
the girl's face. Seeing that, she felt a little better about joining
them for cuddles and jumped up into the bed. Worming her way under
the covers, she snuggled up close to Robyn, resting her head on her
friend's other shoulder, and putting an arm around her waist. When
her arm touched Donna's, she felt something, almost like a small
shock, run up her arm and down to her groin.
Vicky felt Robyn relax, and heard her give out a big sigh.
The older girl hugged both of them for a minute, then pulled them both
up a little bit. "Donna, this is my special friend Vicky. Vicky,
this is my special friend Donna."
Robyn then shocked Vicky by leaning over a bit to nuzzle and kiss with
Donna, like lovers, like they did together. She was just as shocked
when Robyn did that to her too, and she could see the surprise on
Donna's face. And something else.
There was a sort of deep hunger growing in the young girl's eyes as
she looked back at Vicky, something Vicky had never seen. It seemed
to spark an electric shock deep inside the ten year old that ran right
through her body. That was something she'd never felt before, either.
For some reason, Vicky couldn't seem to look away from Donna's eyes.
They had captured her, and wouldn't let her go. She was a little
scared of this, but was also thrilled, feeling a tension building up
between them, running back and forth between their eyes, something
that wasn't going to let either one of them free.
After what felt like hours, but was only a few seconds, Vicky saw
Donna's hand reach up and start to caress Robyn's breast. With only a
little hesitation, she copied those motions. Those eyes made it feel
like they were caressing each other's breasts. Donna then smiled,
letting Vicky know that this was what she was hoping for, and that
Donna was now in control.
Watching carefully, she saw Donna lower her head and start kissing
Robyn's cheek and neck, never breaking eye contact. Slowly and
carefully she followed suit. Vicky could almost feel Donna's lips and
tongue touching and caressing her own face.
After lifting her head again, Donna's hand disappeared under the
covers, coming out again a few seconds later, pulling up the bottom of
Robyn's negligee. Vicky felt her hand doing the same, almost by
itself, hardly needing her when following Donna's lead. With some
cooperation from the teenager, her negligee was eventually tossed to
the side. This left the brunette's breasts exposed, something that
Donna immediately took advantage of.
Vicky watched Donna licking and kissing Robyn's breast, sucking up the
nipple and teasing it with her tongue and teeth. Hardly noticing,
she was doing the same thing with the other breast. Her whole
attention was focused on the hunger and desire she saw in Donna's
eyes, and on the need being opened up within herself by those same
eyes.
Deep inside her, she felt a fire erupt, running up to her nipples
and down to her pussy, finally stopping in and igniting her small
clit. This sent a wave of pleasure through her, causing her to
shudder slightly.
As she watched, Donna's eyes narrowed for a second as that wave passed
from Vicky to her, and ignited the same fires within her. Vicky
smiled, knowing then that Donna was feeling exactly the same things
she was, and they both knew it. Donna was now kissing her way down
Robyn's side, over her hip, and down the outside of her leg, pushing
the covers back as she went. Vicky was still copying her every move.
Robyn was watching this interplay between the two girls with
fascination, tinged with some of her initial nervousness about
bringing them together like this. She had hoped they'd become good
friends, and it looked like things were going to be better than she
thought they might. It was unsettling, though, the way the two of
them were staring at each other, and the way Donna had taken charge,
something she'd never done before.
When Donna got to Robyn's knee, she pulled it up and out, away from
the other leg, leaving that teenage pussy open and inviting. She then
kissed and nibbled her way down to Robyn's toes. Vicky, still staring
into the girl's eyes, was with her all the way, unable to turn away
from her gaze, still copying her every move.
For the first time since they started, Donna looked away from Vicky's
eyes. They traced a line along the inside of Robyn's leg, from just
below where Vicky was down to Robyn's waiting pussy. She looked back
into Vicky's eyes, smiling a little, inviting, daring the girl to keep
following her lead. Donna then turned away, moving herself in between
those legs, nibbling and kissing her way up from Robyn's ankle,
heading towards that damp, overheated slit.
Vicky couldn't resist the invitation. She quickly moved into the same
position on the other leg and started kissing her way up as well. She
could almost feel the satisfaction coming from Donna, as she felt
Vicky move into position.
As they both moved closer to Robyn's center, Vicky occasionally felt a
touch from Donna's shoulder or hip or thigh, each touch sending a
thrill running through her body, setting off tiny shudders and
gasps. Feeling and hearing these same things coming from Donna made
it even more exciting, feeding back on itself, intensifying the
reaction. Those touches became more and more frequent, lasting longer
and longer, until Vicky's side was pressed up against Donna's, giving
them both an almost continuous buzz.
She felt Donna's hand slide on top of hers. Not really knowing what
to do, but not wanting the girl to move her hand away, Vicky curled
her fingers up into those other fingers, intertwining with them, and
hanging on.
Robyn was starting to feel a little frustrated by now. It was quite
apparent, despite the fact that they were both playing with her body,
that they were paying far more attention to each other than to her.
'Ah well,' she thought to herself, 'it's your own fault. You brought
them together, you face the consequences. I just hope they get me off
before they start in on each other.'
Eventually they were both almost at the point where her legs joined.
Just before their cheeks touched, Vicky watched Donna slide up and
over Robyn's leg, reversing her direction, almost moving into a
sixty-nine position. Her chest was on Robyn's stomach, and she began
to lick and nibble Robyn's mound and the upper portion of her dripping
slot.
Vicky pushed Robyn's other leg up at the knee, wiggling her body
underneath and, lying on her side, began to lick and kiss the bottom
parts of that slit, nibbling her way up from the puckered little
anus to just above the dripping hole, pausing long enough to dip in
and lap up as much of that sweet nectar as she could. She then licked
her way back down, tickling and tasting with the tip of her tongue.
Vicky felt a light touch on her calf. Someone's hand, probably
Robyn's, was caressing her, slowly moving up the inside of her leg.
She spread herself wide, suddenly wanting someone to do something with
her pussy. As the hand moved higher, she moaned in anticipation,
needing release from the tensions developing inside her. When that
hand finally reached her aching slit, she whimpered a bit in relief.
Hearing Donna's long, drawn-out groan, she was certain that another
hand had finally reached her pussy as well.
All this tongue lashing was having an effect on Robyn. Vicky could
feel the teen's muscles bunching and relaxing and her hips starting to
jerk and twist. All of a sudden Robyn started to spasm, her climax
hitting with little warning. Vicky licked and sucked at that juicy
hole, lapping up all the creamy drippings, not wanting any to go to
waste.
She left the last few drops on her tongue, pushing them high up
Robyn's slit, wanting to share with the other girl. When Donna's
tongue touched hers, Vicky almost climaxed on the spot, the electric
thrill from that contact running through her body felt soooo delicious
and intense. It was all too soon when Donna pulled back a bit to
continue her assault on Robyn's clit.
That hand playing with Vicky's pussy was finally getting somewhere.
There were ripples of pleasure running out from the finger moving in
and out of her aching love-hole, and the sweet sensations coming from
her clit as it was being massaged sent tingles all through her body.
It felt wonderful, but oh-so-slow! Right now she wanted it hard and
fast, but no amount of wiggling or whimpering made any difference to
the hand torturing her between her legs.
Moaning in frustration, she started tonguing and licking Robyn's hole
with a fast, hard rhythm. She could feel her friend quickly working
up to another climax, and then felt it hit as her tongue was grabbed
and squeezed by Robyn's vaginal muscles. More juice started flowing,
thicker and creamier than before. Vicky lapped up everything her
tongue could reach, this time saving it in her mouth for sharing.
Sliding her tongue up higher, moving to Robyn's clit, she again felt
Donna's tongue touch hers, with the same electric tingles running out
from that contact to the rest of her body. Using her tongue, she
began to spread the creamy nectar she'd saved in her mouth on and
around Robyn's clit. Donna's tongue lapped up everything, then went
travelling around again, on and in that pussy.
She could feel Robyn's body start to jerk and spasm as another wave of
orgasm hit. This time, Vicky started working on the brunette's clit,
sliding over and around Donna's tongue, which was doing the same
thing, and driving Robyn over the edge again, and again. The hand
working on her own pussy was jerking around almost randomly before
it stopped altogether.
The two of them relentlessly attacked that defenseless little nubbin
with their tongues, stopping only when they heard Robyn whimpering and
moaning for them to stop, please, she couldn't take any more.
Vicky's head fell back onto the bed. She was breathing rapidly, still
moaning softly, still needing release. She could hear Robyn gasping
and panting for air, coming down from the intense orgasms she'd been
put through. Suddenly there was a pair of lips on hers and a tongue
forcing its way into her mouth, startling Vicky with the onslaught.
She could still taste Robyn's flavors on that tongue, and it was
absolutely delicious right then.
Wrapping an arm around Donna's head, Vicky returned the kiss with all
the fire and passion she felt inside her, sliding her tongue into
Donna's mouth, then trying to suck that other tongue into her throat.
A minute or two later, Vicky felt the hand in her gash start to move
again, picking up the pace, quickly speeding up to a hard, steady
rhythm, one she knew would set her off. Whimpering in anticipation,
she could hear/feel Donna moaning through their kiss, probably
receiving the same treatment herself.
When Vicky's first orgasm hit, it was sudden and hard. Her hips were
jumping and thrusting, her legs closing and opening, pussy walls
spasming and grabbing the finger in there. She felt none of that,
lost in a haze of intense pleasure for those long, drawn-out seconds.
Rolling through her like a wave, it started from her groin and washed
into every muscle in her body, rising to a crest before allowing her
to slide down towards normalcy. She tried to pull Donna tighter into
their kiss, moaning and whimpering with pleasure and release. When it
subsided, that need was still there, not quite as bad, but still
almost desperately seeking release. Thank god that hand kept up its
actions.
Next was Donna. Vicky could feel it. Donna almost managed to jerk
her head back from their kiss, but Vicky held her tight. It was a
hard one - she heard/felt Donna moaning, almost screaming, crying into
her mouth, and could feel the shudders from Donna's release right
through their kiss, setting off another orgasmic wave in her own
body. This one was smaller, a short surge of pleasure through her
entire being, leaving behind a tingling sensation.
All through this, that hand in her crotch kept up its relentless
pounding action. Vicky craved it right now, wanting it to go faster
and harder, she needed release again so bad it almost hurt.
This went on for a little while longer, Donna and Vicky setting each
other off on major and minor climaxes. Just when Vicky felt like she
couldn't take any more, Donna gave a final moan and shudder and rolled
away from her. Vicky, whimpering, also rolled away, finally breaking
contact with that relentless hand. Her arm was touching Vicky when
she stopped, not wanting to break contact. That deep-seated need and
desire inside her that Donna had brought to life was still there, but
felt dull and distant, her body being too tired for anything more
right now.
After a few minutes rest, she felt Robyn's hands on her body, pulling
her up higher on the bed, breaking her contact with her new lover.
Opening her eyes, she saw Robyn pull Donna up to her other side,
laying her down to rest. When they were both settled, Donna touched
her, reaching over top of Robyn. Vicky climbed over top of both
girls, finally settling back into bed behind Donna, fitting herself to
the girl's body spoon-style, wanting as much contact between them as
she could get.
She felt Donna's shivers and heard her soft moans as their bodies came
together. With her free arm, Vicky reached over to Robyn, pulling
the three of them into a tighter embrace. Donna's hand covered her
own, then she her fingers with Vicky's in a tight grasp. That's how
they fell asleep.
Vicky was awakened very early in the morning by what felt like
tickling on her feet. Donna was no longer in her arms, so she opened
one eye. Robyn had rolled away a little during the night, over to the
other side of the bed. Her new lover was nowhere to be seen. Then
she felt the tickling on her feet again. Rolling over, she was
suddenly face-to-foot with the blonde.
Feeling the licks and kisses running all over her feet and toes, Vicky
began to return them, nibbling and sucking on Donna's toes. She then
began to slide down the bed, along Donna's ankles, then her shins and
knees, throwing back the covers to get at her thighs. Finally Vicky
reached Donna's hairless mound.
This long, slow journey, feeling Donna's caresses, licks, kisses and
nibbles the whole way, re-awakened that need in Vicky. She could feel
it burning in her groin, as hot and strong as ever. When Donna's
moist, cool tongue touched her mound, Vicky gasped and shivered,
opening her legs up wide. She dove into Donna's hot, wet snatch,
sucking and licking at all the cool, sweet nectar, driving Donna into
an almost immediate climax.
When the waves of pleasure stopped rocking her body, Donna returned
the favor, licking and sucking on Vicky's lower and inner lips and her
clit, quickly pushing Vicky to the edge as well. Vicky felt it build
quickly in her groin, growing and releasing so fast it was
incredible. It felt like small tremors erupting all over her body,
echoes of the small earthquake taking place wherever Donna's tongue
was touching her.
Vicky could feel her body tiring quickly, not yet fully recovered from
last night. She rested her head on Donna's thigh, wrapping her arms
around Donna's waist to hold her close. She felt Donna copying her,
doing the same thing, preparing for a long session of very tired
lovemaking.
Using only her tongue, Vicky licked up and down Donna's slot, playing
with and teasing her clit. It was surprising to Vicky how quickly and
easily Donna slid up and into another orgasm. Pulling back her tongue
to let her recover, Vicky closed her eyes and rested.
After a minute or two, Vicky felt Donna's tongue slide into her
dripping snatch and start to tease and tickle her. Feeling completely
relaxed, she just let the sensations build inside her. She was almost
shocked when she felt herself sliding into another mild orgasm after
what seemed like only a minute or two. It was so delicious, having it
wash back and forth in her limp body, those sweet sensations tickling
all through her without any of the intense release of those from last
night.
When she recovered a bit, she tongued Donna into another mild orgasm,
receiving another herself a few minutes later. This one was even
softer, simply sliding in from nowhere, running electric tingles
through her entire body, then sliding away again. It took so little
effort, yet felt so good, she wanted to keep this up forever. Again,
as soon as her breath was back, she started on Donna again.
It was almost like they were trading the same orgasm back and forth,
using their tongues to pass it from one mouth into the other's
sensitive and throbbing clit. Everything felt so nice right now, so
warm, so comfortable, so perfectly wonderful. It was as though she
and her new lover were halves of a perfect orgasmic whole, suddenly
brought together. She completely lost herself in this wonderful new
playtime.
After some time, and countless small climaxes, she felt hands trying
to pull her away from Donna. She simply hung on tight to Donna's
waist until the hands gave up. She wasn't ready to stop yet.
Robyn woke up very early the next morning and didn't feel either of
the girls beside her. Opening her eyes, she looked over to see them
both on the other side of the bed, covers thrown back, lying on their
sides in a sixty-nine position. They each had their legs scissored
apart, with their heads pillowed on each other's thigh, arms wrapped
around each other's waists, mouths almost touching each others
pussies.
They seemed to be asleep, but as Robyn watched, Vicky's tongue slid
into Donna's slot to tease and play with her clit. After a minute or
two, Donna shuddered a bit, pulling her face into Vicky's crotch,
moaning very quietly. After the shudders and moaning stopped, both
leaned back slightly, resting, seeming to sleep again. A minute or so
later, Donna's tongue slipped into Vicky's crack, repeating the
performance Vicky'd just given, bringing Vicky to a small, shuddering
orgasm. After a minute or two of rest, Vicky started again.
This had apparently been going on for some time, as both girls were
covered with a thin film of perspiration. Both of their pussies were
absolutely dripping with juices, and streaks of their cream and saliva
ran down both sides of their thighs, leaving small wet patches on the
bed under them.
After watching them both go through several mini-orgasms, Robyn
thought it was about time they separated and got some more real
sleep. She tried to pull them apart, but all they did was grab on
tighter, refusing to move or let go. Neither had opened their eyes.
Sighing a bit, Robyn gave up trying to stop them. Instead, she lay
down behind Vicky, pulling the covers over them all, wrapping one arm
around them both. Every few minutes she could feel one or the other
of the girls shudder as another climax hit. She'd never heard of
anyone being able to come this often, with what seemed to be very
little stimulation. She gave up counting their orgasms after a while
and fell back to sleep.
Later that morning, but still fairly early, Robyn woke again. The
girls were in approximately the same positions, but this time they
were definitely asleep. Their arms were relaxed, bodies twisted
slightly, heads tilted to the side, mouths open, breathing softly and
steadily. She smiled to herself, seeing them like this, knowing that
they would be enjoying each others' company far more than their times
with her. Without her help, though they would never had gotten
together.
She decided she'd better have her talk with them now, while the three
of them had some time and some privacy together. God only knew if a
chance like this would come up again. She woke them by giving them
each a long kiss, licking the insides of their lips and playing with
their tongues, still tasting of the juices from their pussies. As they
woke, they each responded to the kiss, playing with her tongue,
sucking it deeper into their mouths.
Pulling them both up beside her, heads on pillows, she let them cuddle
with each other and kiss quietly for a few minutes, caressing them
both.
"Okay you two, you're going to have to break for a while. I need to
talk with you both." Donna turned over, putting her back to Vicky,
facing Robyn. She'd pulled Vicky's hand with her, and was now holding
it between her breasts. Vicky pressed in tight, so she was touching
Donna along their entire length.
"I've been hoping to get you two together for a while now, but didn't
know how to do it, or how you two would react to each other. This was
a real break for me, making it a lot easier, and it looks like you two
are getting along very well." Both girls blushed, but Vicky gave
Donna a kiss on the back of her neck. Donna squeezed Vicky's hand in
reply.
"You see, this is probably the last time I'll be babysitting either of
you." She listened to their protests for a few seconds before
carrying on. "Yes, it will be the last time. You see, I've found a
real job now, working in an office, and I'll be starting in two
weeks. I've also got myself a steady boyfriend, one I think may be
around for a long time. This means I won't have any more time for
babysitting." She had a hard time continuing, looking at the tears in
their eyes, and starting to cry a bit herself.
"This doesn't mean I don't love you both, because I do. It's just
that I'm getting older and need to do other things in my life. You
two are very special to me, and I'm going to miss you a whole lot.
That's why I'm glad you are getting along so well. I know what it's
like to be without a special friend, I had to go through it before.
You'll have each other now, so it won't seem so bad when I'm not there
anymore."
"I Know you both go to the same school, so you'll be able to meet and
talk with each other whenever you want. One thing I thought you might
do is to arrange regular sleep-overs at each others houses, something
your parents probably wouldn't mind. Well, what do you think?"
With that, all three girls started crying, hugging each other, telling
them how much they'd miss each other.
After the crying had died down, Robyn said that it was time to get up
and mobile. They did the usual things, showering, breakfast, and
doing a lot of talking. Brenda was surprised when Vicky told her
about Robyn's new job and new boyfriend, wondering how come Vicky knew
about it before she did. They spent the rest of the day chatting and
playing. Donna didn't seem nearly as shy as before, joining in with
the conversations and laughing at the jokes. She seemed totally
different from the shy little girl she'd been yesterday.
Donna and Vicky never did seem to become close friends at school.
They'd decided it would be better to keep their relationship a
secret. They met regularly after school, and slept over at each
other's houses as often as they thought they could get away with.
They enjoyed each other's company a great deal, over and above the
physical pleasure they gave each other. Donna was one of the few
really close friends Vicky'd ever had.
This all came to an end after only a few short months. Robyn's dad
was transferred to a new office across the state, getting a promotion
and a raise as incentive. It was a shock to Donna when her dad
finally told her, and a bigger shock to Vicky when Donna told her
she'd be moving away in a few weeks. They cried in each others arms
for a while, before deciding that it would probably be better if they
didn't see each other for the last few weeks, knowing it would be too
hard to hide their feelings from their friends and families.
Vicky had been hurting because of the loss of her special lover for
more than two months before she found Caitlin.
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Mary was having a hard time fighting back the tears.
"So how come you never told anyone about this?"
"Well, before, I thought you'd both be mad at me. Maybe you wouldn't
let me see Robyn or Donna any more. After Donna left, I hurt a lot,
and felt real sorry for not telling you. I knew you'd be mad when
you found out, so I just didn't say anything. I'm sorry mom."
"It's okay, apology accepted. Just remember in the future that you
should talk to us about these things. We're not meanies you know,
we do understand how you feel. We love you and want to help however
we can."
"Okay mom. Thanks."
"You realize of course that you're still going to be punished for
lying to your father."
"Yes mom."
"We've already talked about it, and I think you should both hear what
it is. Vicky, you're grounded for two weeks, starting tomorrow. That
means the only time you step out of the house is to go to school. No
going to friends houses, and no friends over either. Is that clear?"
Vicky started crying softly, hanging onto Caitlin.
Mary relented slightly. "Vicky, dear, I said you couldn't invite any
friends over. I didn't say that your dad and I couldn't invite
Richard or Caitlin over."
Vicky sniffled a bit, went over and climbed into her mothers lap.
"Thanks mom." She cuddled in her mother's arms for a while.
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<< End of chapter 6>>
Next chapter - Lunch, a busy afternoon, voyeurs, a shower
(Wow. Some history. No wonder she got so hot this morning. This is
starting to get interesting. Richard now has three young, very good
looking virgins fooling around in his place. He hasn't even popped
the cherry he's been offered yet. Wanna bet Brenda and Vicky have
more surprises up their sleeves?)
Subject: BOMBADIL: "Brenda - A Love Story" 7/9
From: Shelby Bush <stbush@iglou.com>
Date: 11 Apr 1997 14:51:10 GMT
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Brenda - A Love Story [ M/f f/f ]
by Tom Bombadil (c) Aug 1996
Chapter 7 of 9
Disclaimer: All the standard rules apply. If you are offended
by explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is
illegal to possess such materials at your location, if you are
under-age by law in your location, or if somebody else thinks you
might have too much fun reading it, stop right now and remove this
text from your computer.
This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions
described by me coming straight out of my imagination. As a work of
fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or
actions described, nor does it relate to any type of real events in
my life, or known to me in the lives of any of my friends or
relatives.
You've been warned.
In this chapter - Lunch, a busy afternoon, voyeurs, a shower
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Richard opened the door and looked around the porch. Vicky was there,
sitting curled up in Mary's lap in one chair, while Caitlin was
stretched out in another chair. All three had been crying, that was
obvious.
"Lunch is ready, if anyone's interested."
He got two nods and a subdued uh-huh for a reply.
He returned to the kitchen, where Brenda was still wearing a frown.
Lunch, consisting of fresh deli buns, corned beef, ham, salami, swiss
and cheddar cheeses, and various drinks, was ready.
"Come on, Brenda, quit pouting. I'll pick some up next time I'm
shopping. I promise! I've never seen anyone put on such a display
over a little thing." Richard couldn't help chuckling.
"Don't laugh at me! It's not funny! I mean, how can you possibly
survive without it? Isn't there a law somewhere that you gotta have
ketchup in the fridge? If there isn't, I'll make one!"
"I think you're being more than a little silly. Don't you think so
too?"
She grinned. "I guess. I just can't believe there's anyone that
doesn't have ketchup. Whaddaya do when you eat hot dogs?"
"I use relish and onion."
"Eeew. Onion? I'm never gonna kiss you after you've had a hot dog."
"Why don't you head home and get some? While you're there, invite
your dad over for lunch. Your mom's already here, so he's probably
feeling abandoned."
"Okay!" She ran off
Lunch was quiet, without much talking. Vicky, Caitlin and Mary were
still feeling the after-effects of their morning chat. Richard,
Brenda, and Will talked a bit about Richard's job, the classes he was
still taking, Will's work, and a bit about Brenda's schoolwork.
After lunch, Richard insisted everyone was to come back for dinner.
He'd picked up some steaks, and they'd have a nice barbecue to finish
off the weekend. It was agreed, barbecue at six, especially since
they all needed to do some serious talking as well. Mary told
everyone about Vicky's grounding, saying that if they needed to know
why, they could ask Vicky.
After lunch, Mary and Will went home (next door, such a long trip),
Brenda stayed and helped Richard clean up, and Vicky and Caitlin
seemingly disappeared.
When they were done, Richard asked Brenda. "Any idea where our
sisters have gotten to?"
Brenda laughed. "Richard, think. They're new lovers. This is their,
uh, second day together? Last one for two weeks. Where would you be,
down at the supermarket?"
"Ouch! You got me on that one. Just remember, I'm not as young as
you. It'll take me some time to get used to this. A few days ago I
still thought you three were sweet innocent little kids. Now I know
better. You're all horny little she-devils in disguise!"
"Right. And don't you forget it! Now then, we've got oodles of time
before supper, and I'm not gonna waste it either! Besides, you still
owe me a nice shower. Come on, and don't you dare make a fuss!"
When they got to the top of the stairs, they could both hear the moans
and whimpers coming from Caitlin's room, at the end of the hall.
"It looks like our sisters have a head start on us. Wanna go peek?"
"Brenda!"
"Spoilsport." Brenda followed Richard to his bedroom, then turned and
ran down the hall.
Richard turned when he heard her footsteps. "Brenda! No!" he said
in a loud whisper.
She ignored him and opened the door to Caitlin's room. "Okay you two.
Remember, it's mine and Richard's turn for a shower. You get the
leftovers." It was an interesting view. Caitlin was spread-eagled
on the bed, hands grabbing at the top corners, knees bent, with thighs
wide open. Her eyes were open, but glazed over and unfocused.
Vicky's face was buried deep in her crotch, moving up and down very
quickly. Caitlin didn't notice Brenda, but Vicky looked up at her
sister, her face wet, glistening with Bec's juices. She smiled and
nodded.
Turning back toward Richard, she shut the door. The noises in the
room, silenced for a few seconds, started up again.
"See, they hardly noticed."
"That's supposed to be something private! No spectators. Now promise
me you won't do it again."
"Nope, can't promise that."
"Brenda, please!"
"All right. How about this then. I promise if either of them tells
me to get out and stay out, I will. I won't do it again. And you can
tell them both about my promise. Will that do?"
"That's not the same thing. I don't like the idea of you just peeking
in on them whenever you feel like it. Besides, it might give them
ideas. What if one of them decided to look in on us when
we're ... uh ... doing ... whatever."
Brenda smiled, very seductively at Richard. "That might be fun. I've
given you my promise, and that's as good as it gets. It works both
ways. If they tell me to stay out of their room, then they have to
stay out of our room. Okay?"
"I guess."
"Now, you just stand there and don't move a muscle!"
Richard watched as she turned up the heat (again?) and walked back
toward him, wiggling her hips. She wrapped her arms around him and
gave him a hug. When he went to put his arms around her, she hissed
at him "Don't you dare move until I tell you to!" He dropped his arms
back by his sides.
She began by slowly sliding down his front. When her head reached his
crotch, she nuzzled him with her face, outlining his hardening
cock with her nose and her chin. Undoing his shoes, she tugged up on
one leg. "Lift." He obediently lifted that leg, putting one hand on
her head for balance. When she'd stripped off his shoe and sock, she
had him lift the other leg, repeating the performance.
For a few minutes, she caressed his feet, playing with each toe,
massaging his ankles, and running her hands partway up his calves.
Sliding back up his body, she paused for a moment to nuzzle his now
fully-hardened member. Reaching up over her head, she undid his belt.
Standing up straight, she slowly pulled his shirt up and out from his
pants. Undoing the bottom couple of buttons, she slipped her arms
inside his shirt and ran her hands around his lower stomach, sides,
and back. Pulling her arms out, she undid the next button, sliding
her arms back inside for more caresses, only slightly higher than the
time before.
Richard's breathing was getting heavy. Brenda's caresses felt like
feather touches on his skin, so light and so cool, but where she
touched, his skin burned. He could feel that heat burning inward,
centering on his groin, building up pressure oh so slowly. The bulge
in the front of his pants was getting bigger and starting to get
uncomfortable.
She took an agonizingly long time to remove his shirt, finally sliding
it down his arms and off his wrists. She paused to suck every
fingertip on each of his hands. Reaching up, she teased and tickled
his nipples, stopping to nibble and lick one of them.
Electric shocks were running from his nipples to his groin, each time
she licked or pinched one. He still had his pants and shorts on, but
he felt like he was close to climaxing. He moaned. "God, you're
making me hot! Much more, and I'll be cumming in my pants!"
"Don't you dare. I've got something else in mind for that."
To Richard's relief, she did stop playing with his nipples. Walking
around behind him, she started stroking and touching his back, using
the tips of her fingers, trying to memorize every bump, every groove,
every muscle and bone there, seeing where he was sensitive. He tried
very hard to control himself, especially when she found the ticklish
spots.
Once she was satisfied with his back, she moved around to the front.
Lowering herself down, she once again nuzzled his groin, massaging his
aching, hardened cock. Richard groaned. She was definitely getting
to him. Undoing his pants and pulling down the zipper, she slid her
thumbs under his belt, one on either side, and reached around behind
him, loosening his pants on the way.
Reaching as far around him as she could, she held him in a tight hug,
cheek resting against his stomach, just above his crotch. Knees
bending, she began to tug and pull his pants down, not releasing her
hug, head still pressed against him. As his pants went down, so did
she. Over top of his cock, past his balls, down his thighs to his
knees, until she was sitting on the floor. Pulling on one leg, she
said "Up."
Still being obedient, he lifted one leg, then the other. His pants
joined his shirt, shoes and socks in a pile. Seated on the floor,
Brenda looked up at Richard. All he could see were her big, green,
lust-filled eyes looking back at him. His cock felt huge and swollen,
ready to burst, and neither one of them were undressed yet!
He felt a tug on his shorts. Still staring into his eyes, Brenda had
her hands fastened to the leg bands of his jockeys, one on either
side, and was pulling them down. They went down easily until the
front got hung up on his cock. It was so hard, it wouldn't pop out
of the top. He moved his hand to try and release his prick, but
stopped when she whispered "Don't move."
She got up onto her knees, so her head was right at his crotch.
Pulling out the waistband of his shorts with one hand, she reached in
to grab his cock with the other. As soon as her hand touched it, he
jumped, and his whole body shivered for a second. The room was hot
and he was perspiring freely, but her touch still felt cool. She
lifted his member out of his shorts and licked the tip with a slight
flick of her tongue.
"GOD! Brenda, do that again and I'll be coming in your face. I'm
that close."
Smiling, she walked behind him again and pulled his shorts to his
ankles. "Step out." He did. Picking up his shorts in one hand, she
slid her other hand up the inside of his leg, from the ankle, up his
calf, past his knee, up the inner thigh, and then reached through to
cup his balls in her palm.
He was shivering and sweating as her hand got higher and higher. When
she touched his thigh, he jumped again. When he realized where her
hand was going, he tried to push himself up, getting on tiptoe to try
and get away from her hand. When she touched his balls, he jumped
again, letting out a strangled gasp.
As she fondled his balls, he slowly sank back down onto his feet,
knees spreading slightly, moaning. "No more. Please! I'll explode
if you don't stop! Brenda, please!"
With a sigh, she released him, but her hand caressed his crotch, from
under his balls, all the way to the top of his ass crack, before
breaking contact. That brought more moans. Richard's breathing was
erratic. He couldn't remember the last time he was so worked up.
His balls were hard and starting to ache, and his insides felt like
they were on fire.
"Okay, now it's my turn. Step back and face the bed. Don't move, and
don't say anything, unless you can't help cumming."
Richard was now about six feet from the bed, with a clear view of what
Brenda was about to do. She stood just in front of him, facing him.
Putting her hands up behind her head, she stretched, long and liquid
as a cat, arching her back, twisting one leg then the other, arms
moving up and out, then down to her sides, and ended by hugging
herself, squeezing in each thigh alternately.
"Remember, no talking, no touching."
Slowly, lazily, she began unbuttoning her blouse. A single button at
a time. His eyes watched carefully. His cock jerked every time one
came undone. After the last button was loose, she pulled her blouse
open, at the same time turning her back to him. He only caught a
glimpse of her bra-covered mounds. To Richard, it looked like she
caressed her blouse off each shoulder. It slid down her arms, and she
caught it in her hands behind her back. Using one hand, keeping her
back to Richard, she daintily held out her arm and dropped the blouse
on top of the growing pile of clothes. Next came her bra. Unclasping
it, she shrugged it off her shoulders, catching it on her breasts. It
was also carefully dropped onto the pile.
Using both hands, she massaged and kneaded her breasts, playing with
the nipples with her thumbs.
"Ahhhh. Ooooo, that feels good." Without noticing it, her thighs
clenched. "I wish it were your hands and tongue doing this right
now." Her hands slid down from her breasts, down her stomach, and
over her groin to her thighs. Oooing, she let them slid around to the
back of her legs, then up under her skirt to her panty-covered
bottom. He watched her hands massaging her hips and ass, showing off,
hips rotating slowly in time to the movement of her hands.
Richard groaned and slitted his eyes, hardly able to stand it as he
watched her thumbs hook the elastic of her panties and pull them down
off her ass. She continued her slow grind and massage, seemingly
oblivious to the moans coming from behind her.
Sighing, she stopped the massage. She dropped her panties to her
ankles and kicked them towards the clothes pile, followed quickly by
her dress. After another stretch, and some more groans from Richard,
she leaned over, bent at the waist, to undo her shoes.
He was having trouble breathing properly. Bent over like that, he
could see everything clearly, her ass, her puckered little nether
hole, her pussy, all the little beads of dew around the lips, crack
glistening, red and moist, her breasts bobbing up and down, trying to
hide behind her knees, and her little brown nipples, hard and
puckered, occasionally grazing a leg.
Kicking her shoes off towards a corner, she stood up and stretched
again. Richard let out a whimper.
Lazily, keeping her legs straight and her feet on the floor, Brenda
oozed out onto the bed. Resting her head on her forearms, she spread
her legs, arched her back, and began a slow grind of her hips.
"So, do you like the view?"
It took all his self-control to stop himself from grabbing her hips
and jamming his cock as far down into her cunt as it would go. His
balls were aching, his cock ready to explode, his insides knotted with
lust and desire, and she was waving that delicious ass and cunt around
in front of him in such an inviting manner he almost couldn't help
himself.
"Yes" was all he could force out.
"You do have a lot of self control. You've been very patient, now
it's time for your reward." She pulled a pillow down a few feet from
the top of the bed. Patting it, she said "lay down here." He did,
with his feet hanging over the end of the bed. He was still watching
her.
"Let's see if I'm ready yet." She moistened one finger by licking and
sucking on it. Watching Richard, she moved that finger down in
front of her body until she reached her pussy. Using the other hand
to spread her lips apart, she slid the finger in deep.
Her eyes snapped shut, her head jerked back, knees turned in, thighs
locked together, and she gasped. Leaving her finger in place without
moving it, she took several long, shuddering breaths. When her voice
came back, she said "Steaming hot, soaking wet, very sensitive. I
think I'm ready."
"Okay, spread your legs a bit. Arms straight out to the sides. Keep
them there. Remember, don't move, don't touch." Richard complied.
Brenda climbed up on the bed, then straddled his chest, facing his
crotch. "Remember, no touching no moving." She leaned over until
she was resting on her knees and elbows. Her cunt was only inches
from Richard's face, lips engorged, glowing pink and shiny, open and
letting him see everything. Her tiny clit was swollen and
red-looking, her inner lips spread slightly. He could see inside her,
and he watched her vaginal muscles rhythmically contract and open. He
couldn't help himself. He blew on her pussy, very lightly.
Her thighs clenched and she whimpered. "Richard, don't, or I'll
cum. And if I cum first, I won't let you cum. So stop it."
"Okay. Just remember, I'm almost there. It won't take much for me to
explode now."
Brenda licked the head of his cock, moistening it. His entire body
jumped at the contact. She sucked as much of his cock as would fit
into her mouth, then began a slow pumping action, bobbing her head up
and down. Richard whimpered, it felt so good. He got that familiar
feeling inside, knowing it would only be seconds before he came.
"God, I'm close."
It built quickly, with that steady suction on his cock, and the sight
and smell of her pussy in his face driving him up fast. Suddenly,
with little warning, he was there.
"Oh god. I'm there. I'm gonna cum. God, yes! AAAAUUGGGGGGG!!!!"
Richard screamed, emptying his lungs. Sucking in more air, all he
could do was sob and gasp.
Just when he was about to squirt, when he thought she'd pull off and
watch him cum, she swallowed him, right to the balls. He couldn't
stop it, he couldn't pull back. He lost control. His hips started
jerking up and down, pumping his cock in and out of her throat,
pushing deep for every pulse, each squirt of juice. She kept her
mouth and throat open, swallowing repeatedly, taking in everything,
milking his cock of every drop.
He was still pumping deep in her throat when Brenda heard the door
open. Two worried-looking faces peered in, Vicky and Caitlin, both
naked. Brenda lifted the corners of her lips in a bit of a smile,
pulled back a bit so she could breath again, and winked at them. She
kept his cock in her mouth, sucking hard, head bobbing up and down.
When they opened the door, the first thing that hit them was a wave of
damp heat. Peering around the door, they saw Richard spread-eagled on
the bed, hips thrusting, his entire body writhing with the sensations.
Brenda was sprawled face-down on top of him with his cock buried in
her throat, pumping in and out like crazy. Both were dripping with
sweat, and Brenda's stockings were soaked through in places. It was a
scene of utter depravity. They backed out and shut the door,
realizing that nobody was actually dying. Looking at each other for a
few seconds, they both smiled and ran for Caitlin's bedroom.
Brenda waited for Richard to recover somewhat, still nursing on his
cock. His hips finally slowed, then stopped, his body quit shaking,
and his breathing became more even, changing to deep regular breaths
rather than pants and gasps. She knew he was back when she heard him
moan "Oh God".
Her turn. Sliding backwards, she jammed her twat against his face,
covering his mouth and chin. "Do me! Eat me! Lick my pussy! Don't
stop until I say so!" She started to grind her hips, sliding her
pussy around on his face. She was hot, too, and needed to get off
badly, wanting his attentions, unable to wait for him to fully
recover.
Richard wasn't quite back into the real world. He heard Brenda, but
what she said hadn't registered. He did understand that the crotch
being mashed into his face needed some attention.
Richard stuck out his tongue and licked, starting from her mound, and
continuing all the way back to her puckered rear hole. Brenda
shivered, talking fast and high. "Oh! Oh! Yessssss! Do it! Make
me cum! Pleeeeeaaaaase!" On the third lick, her body bucked, tensing
all over. He could feel her muscles contracting in waves. The next
lick pushed her over. She grabbed his hips, burying her face in his
stomach, and screamed. He kept licking her right through her orgasm,
slowing as she came down. Her voice was high, squeaky and faint, but
could still be heard. "Oh! Oh my! Oh! Oh yes. Don't you dare
stop!"
He grinned when he heard that. He was back in control of himself. If
she wanted to get off big time, he'd do his part.
Paying much more attention, he picked up the pace again. Still
licking in long strokes, he started making little detours, around her
clit, up and over her pussy lips, then dipping into her hole for a
taste of her secretions. She was sopping wet, and he lapped up
everything his tongue could reach.
Pausing for a second, he darted his tongue in and out of her hole
really fast, getting another gasp from her, then sucked her pussy lips
into his mouth. Sticking his tongue out between them, he flicked at
her clit with its tip. When he felt her gasping for air, he moistened
one finger and slid it into her twat to the second knuckle. He felt
her vagina spasm and grab his finger, then slowly relax. She was
breathing hard. He began to finger fuck her, setting up a fast, hard
pace, smacking her ass lightly with his palm each time his finger went
in.
Letting her pussy lips slide out of his mouth, he wrapped his lips
around her clit and sucked gently, licking at it's tip. Still only a
tiny nub, it didn't come out far. He kept this up, alternating
sucking her clit with running his tongue around it and up and down her
slot.
When she came again, sobbing and crying into his stomach, he never
slowed down. He kept at it, continuing to slide his finger in and out
even when her twat tried to grab it and pull it inside.
Richard didn't know how long she could keep that up. Hell, he didn't
know how long HE could keep it up. His tongue was starting to get
tired and his arm was a little sore. But he wasn't about to stop.
Despite his recent mind-numbing orgasm, he was getting hard again.
"Ooooo yes please again! Make me come again! Please! Yes! I'm
gonna.. I'm gonna .. I'm cumming! Aaiiiiii!"
Richard gasped in surprise. She'd seen his erection somehow, and
stuffed it into her mouth. Pushing her front up with her hands,
leaving her pussy attached to his face, she began to bob her head up
and down on his prick. Sucking hard, she was determined to get every
last squirt out of him before she collapsed, no matter how often he
made her come. She couldn't deep-throat him from that angle, but that
didn't matter right then.
Feeling that, he sensed what she was trying to do. Having just
emptied his balls, he knew he could outlast her easily. His pace
slowed, bringing her to the edge but not letting her go over. He'd
give her a few more orgasms before he was ready, but spaced out,
giving her some time to recover in between.
That was a learning experience for him too. He was learning how she
reacted, where she was most sensitive, and the signals she gave off
just before cumming and as she was cumming. He wanted to push her
over the edge at the same time he was ready to blow.
During that time, the door opened again, just a little. Two sets of
eyes peered in. Richard never noticed. Brenda noticed, but didn't
care. She came twice more before Richard felt he couldn't hold out
any longer. The first time, she slipped over before he realized what
was happening. The second time, he did it on purpose, to see how much
it would take to drive her over. Not much, at that point.
Feeling his insides ready to pop again, he pushed Brenda right to the
edge, his tired tongue and lips savaging her raw and swollen clit, his
arm leaden and painful, but still pumping fast. Her clit was sore,
her pussy was sore, her arms hurt, her neck ached, her lips felt
chapped, but she knew she needed one more big one, and sensed he was
getting close too.
He felt himself letting loose, so he sucked her clit into his mouth
and ran his tongue all over it, rubbing it hard, pushing her into a
final mind-numbing orgasm. It shot through her, locking up her body,
all except for her head, which was still bobbing up and down on his
cock. She screamed onto his prick when her release hit, washing over
her body, wracking her with spasms. She stopped screaming and started
swallowing when he filled her mouth with his cream.
She kept cumming, bobbing her head, sucking the juice out of him and
swallowing it all. Finally, after she had vacuumed out every drop of
liquid, she collapsed, pulling her sore little pussy away from his
face, still shuddering and moaning, her orgasm just ending.
Neither one heard the door shut, or the feet run down the hallway.
Vicky and Caitlin had been watching their siblings for a while,
playing in each other's pussy's. Both had climaxed once while
watching the other two, and both were close to another. When the
show was over, Caitlin closed the door as quietly as she could, and
both ran back to her bedroom. Vicky left their door open a little
(on purpose). They climbed back onto the bed, into a sixty-nine
position, and began to ravage one another. Watching one's brother and
the other's sister go at it for that long and at that intensity had
really fired up those girls. Dinner was only a couple of hours away.
To them, it hardly felt like enough time to finish what they had
started.
Brenda and Richard never moved for about half an hour, slowly
recovering, getting their breath back, letting some life flow into
tired muscles. Both were still sweating profusely from the heat in
the room, but neither had the strength to get up.
Finally, Brenda opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was
Richard's crotch, his cock limp and lifeless, with a couple of drops
of cum on his belly. She licked one up. "Yech."
Richard groaned. "What?"
"Oh, nothin'. It just doesn't taste the same."
After a couple of minutes. "What doesn't taste the same?"
Another pause. "Your semen."
A shorter pause. "It doesn't? From when?"
Just a deep breath. "From when we just finished, and you came in my
mouth."
Again a deep breath. "What's different?"
Several deep breaths. "Almost every time I tasted it, it tasted
pretty icky, sort-of sour and a bit bitter. Not too good. Just now,
I tasted a leftover drip from your last cum and it tasted pretty bad
too."
"But, last time you came in my mouth, when I was cumming and all
worked up, it tasted wonderful, perfect. It's kinda hard to explain.
I knew you were squirting in my mouth, but I didn't care. It was
delicious. I couldn't get enough. I kept sucking 'til there wasn't
any more, but I wanted more. Weird, huh?"
"I'll believe you. I guess when you're hot and bothered, and really
want it, you don't notice the taste. Anyway, I think we should get
mobile. I don't know about you, but just lying here sweating is
draining me. A nice long shower would do wonders. You interested?"
"You go ahead. I'll be down soon. Leave the door unlocked and I'll
come in."
"Okay." Richard put on his robe and went out into the hallway.
Noticing Caitlin's door was open, he went over and peeked in.
Caitlin and Vicky were both resting up, in between bouts, eyes closed,
breathing deeply and steadily. Vicky was lying on her back, head on
Caitlin's arm, arms and legs splayed. Caitlin was on her side, lying
partly over top of Vicky, shielding her from view. One leg was draped
over Vicky's thigh, lying between her legs. One arm was pillowing
Vicky's head, the other was caught between them, fondling one of
Vicky's breasts.
Richard had an excellent south/back view of his naked sister (this
wasn't nude, this was nekkid) from just to the left of the foot of her
bed. She had a perfect ass and a very nice looking pussy, without
much hair to get in the way. His balls started twitching, even though
he would have sworn he couldn't cum again for a week. After taking a
good long look, he pulled himself away from the door with an effort
and headed downstairs for a shower. He never noticed Brenda watching
him through their partly open doorway.
When Richard went downstairs, Brenda got busy. She was walking slowly
and a bit awkwardly. Her pussy was sore, her clit was swollen, tender,
and a bit painful, and every muscle in her body seemed tired and
limp. She felt wonderful.
She turned down the heat and opened the window to air out the room.
The top covers of the bed were pulled off and left in a pile on the
floor. They'd been soaked through with sweat and were damp. Walking
into the bathroom, still quite naked, she grabbed a towel and started
wiping the sweat off her body. From the bathroom she walked straight
into Caitlin's room and plopped her bottom on the bed. Both girls
rolled over and looked at her, Caitlin too tired to be shy or bashful,
Vicky unconcerned. Brenda still blushed a little when Caitlin ran her
eyes all over her body.
"Well? Did you two enjoy the show? You watched us long enough."
Caitlin blushed. "God, I can't believe I let Vicky talk me into doing
that! It's sinful, it's immoral, it's totally wrong, hell, it's even
impolite!"
"Did it get you hot?"
"Did it ever! I'm getting creamy again just thinking about it! Ahhh,
yesss!!!"
Caitlin closed her eyes, lowered her head to the bed, and raised one
leg. Somehow, Vicky had managed to get her hand between Caitlin's
legs and was pumping a finger in and out of her pussy.
"Ooooh, yes I know you're watching we shouldn't be doing this but
it feels so good I can't stop. Please Vicky, no more right now.
Please. I need some rest first."
Vicky pulled her hand away, and Caitlin melted back down onto the
bed.
"I know I like to watch and Vicky likes to watch. It sure looks like
you got hot watching too, Caitlin. I'd take bets on Richard liking to
watch, since he took a real long look in here a minute ago."
Caitlin's hand automatically started pulling up the sheets to try and
cover herself. Brenda's hand stopped her.
"Relax. He's already seen everything you've got."
"But he's not supposed to see me. He's my brother!"
Vicky cut in. "And she's my sister. That didn't stop us from
watchin', did it? And it got you really hot."
"God, yes."
"Well, be careful. He got a bit strange when I peeked in on you two a
while ago."
"When was that?" from Caitlin
"When I said it's our turn for the shower. I guess you were kinda
busy at the time, and, well, never noticed."
"You did?"
"Yes she did. I was here. I heard her."
"Yep. I did. So be careful if you're peeking. Richard might freak.
I gotta go, Richard's started the shower. I'm not gonna miss out
again!"
"Brenda, what the hell did you do to my brother, anyway. He sounded
like he was dying!"
"Well, it's like this. I got him really, really worked up, and then
when he was ready, I surprised him. That's all. I think he liked
it."
"If you're gonna surprise him like that again, warn us first, okay?"
"Anytime I got him alone, I might surprise him. You're warned. I
gotta run now! Bye!" Brenda left the door open a crack on her way
out. Vicky wouldn't let Caitlin up to close it, either.
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Richard spent some time downstairs, puttering around, waiting for
Brenda. He grabbed several fresh towels (need to do laundry), a fresh
bar of soap (need more too) and checked the hair supplies (would soon
need more shampoo and conditioner).
Finally, tired of waiting, he started the shower and stepped in. The
hot water felt really good on his tired body, steaming away the sweat,
massaging his skin, warming his overworked muscles. He was still
standing there, leaning against the wall, letting the water wash over
him, when Brenda slipped in.
Moving under the spray, she wet down her hair and rinsed her face and
neck. That done, she leaned back against Richard, positioning herself
so his cock ran down the crack of her bottom. It felt right.
Putting his arms around her, he gave her a hug, leaving his arms
crossed on her stomach. She pulled his hands up and placed them on
her breasts. They automatically started to squeeze and fondle,
playing with her nipples. Brenda rubbed her ass up and down his cock
a couple of times.
"God, Brenda, don't you ever get enough?"
"I've had plenty. This just feels soooo good. My titties feel lonely
'cause you didn't play with them much today. Just keep doing it."
Her bottom started sliding up and down the length of his cock again.
A little while later it took notice of what was happening, and Richard
started to get hard.
"Enough, you little minx. We'd better finish showering or we'll be
out of hot water again." She moaned her displeasure at him as he
pushed her up straight.
They did everything to each other. Washed each other's hair (Richard
had to sit down for Vicky to reach properly), soaped each other up,
rinsed each other off, then towelled each other dry.
Vicky wrapped herself in one of the smaller towels. It covered her
from her nipples to just below the crotch, and barely reached all the
way around. She tucked it in below her left arm. That left a
shifting slit up her left side from her hip to her breast.
She also wrapped Richard up in a towel, saying his robe was too smelly
and sweaty to put back on. In the kitchen, she grabbed herself a
glass of juice and sat down. The towel almost fell open, of course.
The front sat puddled in her lap, barely concealing her pubescent
snatch, while the back of the towel fell against the chair, revealing
a broad expanse of skin from her thigh right up to just below her
breast.
"Y'know, you're a bigger tease than either of our sisters."
She grabbed him by the towel and pulled. Rather than risk losing it,
he let her pull him in.
"C'mere. Kiss me." He did. Half way through he jumped and yelped,
but Brenda wouldn't let go of their kiss. She had grabbed his balls
and started fondling them.
Finally getting away from her clutches, he looked at her with a
lecherous grin on his face. "You just don't give up, do you?"
"Nope. And the sooner you learn that, the happier we'll be. Now go
change. I'll be up in a while."
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<< End of chapter 7>>
Next chapter - More peeking, the pact, a quiet talk, a nightmare,
a noisy dinner and a long talk.
(So, are Vicky and Brenda gonna corrupt Caitlin and Richard?
Is Richard ever going to pop a cherry? Well, maybe...but whose?)
Subject: BOMBADIL: "Brenda - A Love Story" 8/9
From: Shelby Bush <stbush@iglou.com>
Date: 11 Apr 1997 15:00:57 GMT
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Brenda - A Love Story [ M/f f/f ]
by Tom Bombadil (c) Aug 1996
Chapter 8 of 9
Disclaimer: All the standard rules apply. If you are offended
by explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is
illegal to possess such materials at your location, if you are
under-age by law in your location, or if somebody else thinks you
might have too much fun reading it, stop right now and remove this
text from your computer.
This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions
described by me coming straight out of my imagination. As a work of
fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or
actions described, nor does it relate to any type of real events in
my life, or known to me in the lives of any of my friends or
relatives.
You've been warned.
In this chapter - More peeking, the pact, a quiet talk, a nightmare,
a noisy dinner, and a long talk.
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When Richard got to the top of the stairs, it was quiet. Caitlin's
door was still open a bit. Despite trying to fight against the urge,
he ended up tiptoeing over and looking through into his sister's
bedroom anyway. He knew better, he knew it was wrong, but right then,
he couldn't help himself.
The two girls were in almost the same position he saw them in before.
Caitlin had moved down on the bed a bit and was resting her head
on Vicky's shoulder. He could see Vicky's face, and her pussy. Both
girls seemed to be asleep, breathing slowly and steadily. Richard
froze, then stepped back from the door as Caitlin shifted a bit. Her
right leg moved a little lower on Vicky's thigh, and her left leg
moved farther left, exposing even more of her virgin snatch to
Richard. Her right hand moved down to Vicky's naked pussy, cupping
it, hiding it from his sight - not doing anything, just looking like
it belonged there.
When neither girl moved again, Richard stepped forward to take another
good look. His cock was filling out again, staring at those two
illicit bodies, the danger and immorality of what he was doing adding
to the thrill. After he stared for a few more minutes, trying to
memorize every curve, nook, and fold of Caitlin's ass and crotch, he
turned and walked into his room to change.
"Okay, Caitlin, he's gone now," whispered Vicky.
"You sure?"
"Yep. He got a real good look at us, too."
"God, I feel so embarrassed! I showed off everything to my brother!"
"Yep. I betcha you'll do it some more, too."
"Oh god, child, what are you doing to me? I feel so depraved!"
"It's a thrill, isn't it?"
"Yes! And you're gonna make me do it again, aren't you."
"Uh huh. Over and over and over."
"God, I'm blushing again! I don't know what you're doing to me, but
I'm not the same person I was three days ago. You're corrupting me!"
"Yeah. Don't it feel good though? Now shush, don't move. I think I
hear footsteps."
"Oh, God!"
Several minutes later, Vicky spoke in a very quiet whisper "He's
baaaaack."
Richard was just finishing up dressing when Brenda came in.
She dropped her towel and dragged him down for a long, passionate
kiss.
"Mmmm. You taste good after you shower. Need help gettin' dinner
ready?"
"Probably not. Why?"
"I'm gonna go visit Vicky and Caitlin. Call if you need me."
"I think they're asleep. I haven't heard anything from them since
I came upstairs."
"That's okay. I'll wake 'em up."
Richard went out the door, intending to go straight downstairs.
Somehow, he just couldn't resist another peek. The two of them were
in the same position, giving Richard lots to look at. He stared for a
another minute or two, still not quite believing how beautiful his
sister looked. Then he went downstairs.
Brenda got dressed quickly, then waited a minute just to be safe.
She opened the door and, not spotting Richard, went straight into
Caitlin's room. Seeing them lying on the bed, almost completely
exposed, was a small thrill in itself. They really did look like they
were sleeping.
In a loud whisper, Brenda said "Okay you two, you can knock it off
now. He's downstairs making supper."
Caitlin and Vicky rolled over, Vicky behind Caitlin, slipping an arm
around her waist and kissing her on the neck.
"If he saw what I just did, he got a real eyeful. Well, did he?"
Vicky grinned. "Twice."
Caitlin blushed furiously. "This is really embarrassing. I don't
think I can look at him now without blushing."
Vicky whispered in her ear. "Just remember what he looked like, lying
there, sweat pouring off him, his cock buried in my sister's throat.
That'll settle you down. You'll be too hot to be embarrassed."
"I hope so. Though I'll probably be hot and embarrassed."
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Dinner was a bit subdued. Richard and Brenda were both tired out, as
were Caitlin and Vicky. Most of the conversation took place between
Mary and Will. Caitlin kept blushing at the strangest times.
Everyone enjoyed the steaks, salads, baked potatoes and rolls. When
dinner was done, they all retired to the living room, the adults (and
Caitlin) sipping on beer, and the girls drinking sodas.
The rules they finally agreed to were simple.
- Nobody outside of that room was to know about either relationship.
- No making out anywhere where they could be found out.
- Nothing was not to interfere with anyone's schoolwork or homework.
- All three girls were to maintain a normal social life away from
home.
- The girls current curfews were to be strictly maintained, unless
over at Richard's, and they were to sleep alone on school nights.
- Proper privacy codes were to be maintained in both houses, IE no
barging in without knocking or being invited.
If anything else came up, they would have another meeting to discuss
it.
Everyone was tired, except Mary and Will, so they closed down early.
Vicky had a long, whispered conversation with Caitlin, during which
both blushed several times. Finally their guests went home, leaving
Richard and Caitlin alone. They stayed in the living room, staring
out the window at the moonlit beach, saying nothing for the longest
time.
"Rich, do you think what we're doing is wrong?"
They stared out at the moonlit beach, saying nothing for a while.
"I don't think I had much choice, wrong or not. I'm in love with
Brenda, and she made me realize it. I don't know if what Brenda feels
is love or not, but she and her mother both think it is. I'm now hers
for as long as she wants me."
They stared out at the moonlit beach, saying nothing for a while.
"I don't know what it is between me and Vicky. There is a spark, but
it's not love. Maybe we both just need someone really really bad. I
don't think I'm hurting her or corrupting her, because she's the one
taking the lead. It's been her pushing me up until now. I feel a bit
confused."
"You're going to have some time alone now to think this through, with
Vicky being grounded. You'll have to decide for yourself whether or
not to continue. I certainly can't preach to you on moral grounds."
"I know. I'll have to make up my mind about what I want to do now.
First Angie, now this. My life has become complicated."
They stared out at the moonlit beach, saying nothing for a while.
"Caitlin, Brenda did something that surprised me today."
She blushed a bright red, glad the room was dark and Richard was
looking out the window. She wondered if he was referring to the same
'surprise' Brenda had mentioned.
"What did she do?"
"She looked into your room while you two were, uh, well, busy."
"You mean she watched us while we were having sex."
By then they were both blushing.
"Well, yes. It was a bit shocking, and very embarrassing. I made her
give me a promise. I couldn't get her to promise not to look anymore,
but she did promise that if either of you told her to get out and stay
out, she would. Now I want you to tell her that." He was feeling
more than a little guilty about bringing the subject up, especially
after the thrill he'd experienced staring at them doing nothing. He
knew it wasn't right, and was determined to stop Brenda from spying on
them. And, said a small part of his mind, to stop himself as well.
They stared out at the moonlit beach, saying nothing for a while.
"Caitlin? Well?"
"I can't promise I'll do that, Rich. Not right now. Not until I
decide whether I stay with Vicky. If we separate, I'll tell her. If
we stay together, well ..."
"Well, what?"
"If we stay together, it will be Vicky's choice to keep Brenda out,
not mine."
"Caitlin, you're an adult. Vicky is eleven years old. What do you
mean it will be her choice?"
"Rich, from what I gather, Brenda is still a virgin. She's learned
a lot from watching her parents, but until now has never experienced
real sex."
"Yes. And how did you know about her watching her parents?"
"Vicky told me. They don't keep secrets. Vicky's been watching too.
My point is that as far as the bedroom goes, you two are equals, but
you, Rich, control things because you're older and more experienced.
If Brenda is doing something she wants to, you let her, but you still
have control."
"That about covers it. Have you three been talking behind my back?"
"Not much, just enough to give me the clues I needed. It's not the
same with me and Vicky. I'm the beginner, the freshman, needing to be
led by the hand. Vicky is far more experienced, and is in charge of
what we do in the bedroom. It's her choice. If we carry on, she will
have control, and that frightens me."
"Caitlin, she's eleven years old. How much experience can she have?"
"Richard, Vicky has already lost two lovers, both girls who she cared
for. The last one was two months ago, and it left her with a big hole
in her heart. She's had most of a year of constant caring and
attention from one or the other of them, and then nothing for two
months. She is only eleven years old, but how many of your college
friends can claim to have had this much pain?"
"This ... I had no idea. It happened right under my nose and I didn't
see anything. I thought she was a sweet, innocent kid."
"She still is in most ways. And don't feel guilty about not knowing.
She managed to hide it from her parents and her sister too. Even
though she tells me they don't keep secrets."
They stared out at the moonlit beach for a while, saying nothing.
"I guess that's part of the reason you're having such a hard time
deciding. It still doesn't tell me why you let Vicky take control."
"Richard, I didn't *let* Vicky have control. She took it away from
me, right from the beginning, minutes after I walked into their
place. She decided she wanted me, and she took me. I guess it's a
personality thing. That girl is much more certain of herself than I
am. She's more daring, more experienced and more knowledgeable. It's
scary."
"Caitlin, you make it sound like Vicky's going to take over your life,
like she could make you do anything."
"No, it's not like that. I'm still me, and I decide what I do and
what's right for me. Vicky controls us, together, what we do and
don't do. That's part of why it's so thrilling to be with her. I'm
not in control."
"You'd better be careful then. Those two little vixens are pretty
wild. No telling what they're capable of."
"You don't have to tell me. I already know."
They stared out at the moonlit beach for a while, saying nothing.
Eventually one, then the other, went to bed.
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It was Wednesday morning. Richard woke up, bright and early,
stretched, and went to the washroom.
Brenda had been over the night before, but they'd simply sat together
on the couch, lights out, sometimes talking, watching the sun set and
the stars come out. They shared two colas and, later, a glass of
wine. By the end of the evening, he was getting used to her body
leaning against his, the feel of her waist and shoulders, her warmth,
the sound of her voice, and the faint yet distinctive smell of her. It
had been difficult to send her home.
With his usual morning hard-on tenting out the front of his shorts,
he decided to put on his robe. Stepping into the hall, he heard the
toilet flush and decided to wait rather than go downstairs.
Caitlin came out a few seconds later, shocking Richard. He could only
stand there and stare, jaw flapping but with no words coming out. She
was wearing a very revealing, semi-transparent negligee. It looked
wonderful on her gorgeous body.
Reaching up and pulling his head down, she pressed her body into his,
and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then headed off to her bedroom.
"Mornin' Rich." She closed her door before he could react. There
were tingles in his chest where her nipples had pushed in.
He closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and went into the
bathroom. 'No, I don't think I'm ever gonna get used to this.'
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It was late Wednesday night / early Thursday morning.
A loud knocking on his door woke Richard. Checking to make certain
he was decent, he told Caitlin to come in. She did, closing the
door behind her. At least that time she was wearing a nightshirt,
he was glad to see, short and revealing though it was. She walked
over and sat on the bed. He could see that she had been crying.
"I had a nightmare. About Angie. Then about Vicky. It was
horrible!"
She started crying again, quietly yet painfully. Richard sat up and
gathered her in his arms, just like he had many times before when he
still lived with their parents. It was him she came to back then,
with her tears and nightmares, rather than their Mom and Dad, because
he understood her fears and her pain. Of course, she was seventeen
now, rather than eleven. There was a definite difference in the body
he was holding.
"Please hold me. Please. I don't want to be alone."
He held her until her tears stopped, until she was almost asleep.
"Time to go back to bed now, Caitlin."
"No, please, I don't want the nightmare to come back."
What could he do. Standing her up, he pulled back the covers, then
lay back with his head on his pillow. He opened his arms to her, and
she crawled into them, curling up against his chest and stomach.
Pulling the covers back over them both, he hugged her to him, making
soothing sounds for her. She was soon asleep. It took him a lot
longer, holding the body that he'd stared at with such illicit lust so
recently.
She was still there when he woke up, still sleeping, but now turned
with her back to him. Mind hazy with sleep, he rolled into her and
nuzzled the back of her neck. Without conscious thought, his arm
curled over his sister's waist, hugging her closer to him. His hand
found one of her breasts and he cupped it with his palm. He drifted
back into unconsciousness.
He woke again when Caitlin started to stir. Finally properly awake,
he realized the position he was in, spooned up behind his sister.
Becoming quite embarrassed by the intimate nature of his embrace, he
immediately rolled away. The arm around the waist wasn't so bad.
It was the hand holding her breast, his lips almost kissing the back
of her neck, and his usual morning hard-on tenting his shorts and
pressing into the crack of Caitlin's ass that made his face glow.
Expecting her to be upset at those intimate contacts, he was totally
unprepared for what came next. Instead of jumping from the bed and
leaving his room, she rolled over, sliding into the crook of his arm.
Resting her head on the flat of his shoulder just beside his neck,
she stretched out full length beside him, one arm wrapped around his
torso in a loose hug.
It took him totally by surprise. If it wasn't his sister, and if he
hadn't committed to Brenda, that would have been heaven. He was
feeling trapped and helpless, enjoying the feel of her body, her warm
breath on his neck, her breasts with their hard nipples pressing into
his chest and side, and ... 'Oh god' he thought. Her night dress had
ridden high while she slept and her naked lower belly and crotch were
pressed into his thigh. She wasn't wearing panties - he could tell,
because her thatch of pussy hair was tickling him.
"Caaaty. Oh, Caaaatyyyyy. Time to get up now."
"Mmmnn ... no ... tired ... "
Sighing, he resigned himself to this fate. Guiltily, he realized he
liked the feel of his sister's body pressed up against him just as
much as he enjoyed Brenda's. It was so much illicit pleasure for
both, one being a barely pubescent thirteen, offering herself
completely, body and soul to him, the other being his fully-formed
nearly-adult sister, untouchable, yet sending incestuous thoughts and
feelings through his body.
Very much aware of her body beside him, he could feel each breath she
took, both from the rise and fall of her bosom, and from the warmth
of her breath on his neck and chest. It wasn't long before he sensed
she'd fallen back to sleep. He just lay there, enjoying the touch
and intimacy, knowing he shouldn't let it happen. After a while,
without really thinking about it, he began to caress his sister, her
hair, shoulder, arm, waist, and naked lower back, whatever his trapped
arm could reach.
As time passed, he became lost in his own little imaginary world. It
was with difficulty that he came back to reality when Caitlin began
to stir again.
"Mmmmm, feels good."
He noticed his hand was caressing her, seemingly detached from the
rest of him, but definitely sending back the feel of her body. His
member was still hard at attention, and jerked a little when she
kissed him lightly on the neck. She seemed to be enjoying his
attentions.
"Thanks, Rich. That was the best night's sleep I've had in ages. But
I guess it's time to get up. I'm hungry."
With that, she threw back the covers and rolled out of bed. He caught
glimpses of her naked pussy, hips, and ass as she rolled out of bed
and stood up, letting her night dress fall and cover her nudity. It
would have been difficult for her to miss his raging hard-on pushing
up the front of his boxers and the covers, yet she never said
anything - she just padded out the door in her bare feet.
He listened to her footsteps head along the hall and down the stairs.
Looking at her without blushing would be difficult, he knew,
especially with her still wearing the same flimsy garment.
"No, I'm never gonna get used to this."
He jacked off quickly to a hard and shuddering climax, remembering
the feel of her body against his.
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That evening, returning from his part-time job, he found his sister
seated on the couch staring out the window. The TV was on, barely
audible, and was being completely ignored. She was wearing a light
silk blouse with no bra, and a full, loose skirt. With her sitting
cross-legged, he could picture exactly what was on display under her
skirt. There was little imagination needed to see what was under her
blouse.
They exchanged greetings and small talk for a while before Richard
noticed how distant her mind really was. She was still staring out
the window.
"Caitlin, what's wrong?"
She sighed and took a few deep breaths before answering.
"I need Vicky."
"Does this mean you've made up your mind?"
"Yes."
"Any reasons for this decision? Anything you'd like to share with
your big brother? Like why?"
"No. I just need her. For now, for a while, that's all I know. I'm
so lonely. I don't know what I would have done if you weren't here
for me, Rich."
It was always difficult for him to express his feelings for his
sister. He had to be careful in what he said, with her in such a
vulnerable state.
"Caitlin, you know I've always been there for you, and I always will
be. You're my sister, and I love you." There it was, carefully
worded so she could accept it however she wanted. He leaned over the
back of the couch and gave her a hug from behind, also giving her a
chaste kiss on her cheek. He liked the feel of her body, especially
when she reached up behind her head and wrapped her arms around his
neck. She apparently liked it too, because it was a while before she
let him go.
"I think I'll go next door for a while. Will you be okay on your
own?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine." She was honoring the terms of Vicky's grounding
to the letter. Not being invited directly by Mary or Will, she was
staying away.
A few hours later he was back. She'd made dinner, eaten hers, left
his to warm in the oven, and was back on the couch staring out the
window. Sensing her mood, he brought his dinner and two beers out
to the living room and sat beside her on the couch to eat. He ate and
she drank quietly. It wasn't until he was finished and they were both
working on their third beer that he gave her the news.
"We're going out for dinner tomorrow."
"Oh. Okay. Thank you."
"The four of us."
"Four?"
"You, me, Brenda, and Vicky. They'll be spending the weekend here."
She was all over him in an instant, knees straddling his thighs,
planting a big wet kiss on his mouth, then hugging him close. He
hugged back, accepting her actions as normal sisterly gratitude.
"Rich, you're the best big brother in the whole world."
He held onto her until he felt an un-brotherly bulge growing in his
pants. She was slowly rocking back and forth while holding him. It
was impossible for him to ignore the feel of her hardening nipples
and the heat from her groin on his lap. She let go reluctantly when
he disengaged and moved her back to the corner of the couch.
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It was Friday, late afternoon, and the four of them were trying to
decide where to go for dinner.
His suggestions, one for a fine italian restaurant, and one for a cozy
little greek place famous for it's squid, were met with enthusiastic
cat-calls - "Boo! Hiss!" "Yech! No way!" "Uh Uh. Nope" "Maybe
next time."
They ended up going someplace he'd only heard about and never been to.
It was a kid's pizza parlor, with games, play areas, amusements, an
animated animal band, and hordes of kids screaming and laughing and
running all over the place. It was not the type of romantic dinner
he'd been thinking about. He felt more like a father treating his
three kids to a day at the fair. Three kids? Yep. Caitlin was in
there with the best of 'em, keeping up with both Brenda and Vicky. At
least the pizza was above average, definitely better than he thought
it would be.
Later that evening, they sat in his living room. Vicky and Caitlin
were curled up together in the easy chair sharing a beer (Caitlin
talked Richard into letting Vicky have some), and Brenda was curled
up in Richard's lap on the couch, sharing some wine. It wasn't long
before the two girls went upstairs. Richard thought he'd better tell
his, uh, fiancee? what went on with his sister the other night, before
she found out some other way.
He explained what happened and then, with her prodding, actually let
her know about everything he was feeling about it too, the illicit
desire he had, the mixed emotions, the conflict between seeing her
beautiful body and knowing it was his sister, and knowing he was
committed to Brenda. She took it all in with simple nods and uh-huhs,
never looking or acting shocked or surprised, and not condemning him
in the least.
When all the talking was over, they sat there for a few minutes,
wrapped in each other's arms.
"I love you, Richard."
"I love you too, Brenda"
"It's time for me to go have a serious talk with our sisters. I'll be
back down later."
She climbed off his lap and trotted up the stairs. He stared at her
gorgeous, tight, not-so-little-girl ass as she went.
An hour later, nervous as hell, he had to go see what was going on.
Opening Caitlin's door, he poked his head through. What he saw made
him blush. All three were sitting cross-legged on the bed, in a
circle, heads bent together. Brenda was fully clothed and the other
two were completely naked. His sister blushed, but made no move to
cover herself. Vicky seemed oblivious to her state of dress.
"Scram. This is girl talk."
He shut the door quickly and went back downstairs. It was another
half-hour and two glasses of wine later when Brenda came back down
stairs. She appropriated his newly-filled wineglass and sat on the
couch, leaning against him. His arm automatically reached around to
hold her.
Several sips of wine later she spoke.
"Did you know Caitlin's been having nightmares?"
"She mentioned having them the night she came to my room."
"No. She's been having nightmares every night since that scene with
Angie's father, except when she was with you or Vicky."
"Every night?"
"Yes. You wouldn't believe how tired she is. Did you know that
you're the only person she has left that she feels close to? That
can understand her?"
"What about our mother and father? And our sister?"
"Do they know anything about what's been happening to her? No. Who's
been there for her at night all her life? You have. You took her in,
no questions asked when she needed you. You didn't judge her when she
told you about Angie. You're not upset with her now because of
Vicky. Is there anybody else, except maybe Angie, who could accept
what she's done without blame or pity?"
It was difficult for him to imagine her speaking about this to anyone,
especially their parents, remembering what happened after their sister
was raped. It had been ugly.
"No, I can't think of anyone, especially our relatives. But what
about Vicky?"
"Those two need each other right now, but it's not the same thing.
They've known each other for a week. She's known you all her life.
You're the only really stable thing she has. If you pushed her away,
it would be terrible for her."
"What do you think I should do?"
"Comfort her when she comes to you. Accept what she offers. Don't
feel guilty, because she needs your comfort and affection. Don't make
her feel guilty about asking for it, either. She knows that I'm yours
and you're mine, and she can't get between us unless you let her. I
have enough faith in you that you won't let it happen, even though she
is a gorgeous lady."
"Brenda, you know if something happened, it would change the way
things are around here."
"You mean they haven't changed a lot in the last week?" She laughed
at that, a nice clear little-girl laugh. It lightened the mood and
his heart.
"Aren't you going to be jealous?"
"Of course. I already am jealous. But think about what it would be
like for Vicky and Caitlin if you forced her away from here. I
wouldn't want that to happen. Besides, your sister will get better
with enough love and attention. And Vicky plans on providing lots of
both. But she can't be over here all the time or most nights. That's
when your sister will need you."
"If that's the way you want it to be, I'll go along with it. I do
love my sister, but I love you too, and don't want to hurt either of
you. There's no way for me to stop feeling guilty, because I would
feel like I'm cheating on you, even if it's only a warm kiss with my
sister."
"Just as long as you don't let her know you feel guilty about it. She
feels bad enough already, even though I told her it would be okay.
So, like I said, comfort her when she comes to you and accept what she
offers. I've given her limits and she's accepted them."
"Do I get to know what they are?"
"Nope. You'll just have to tell me all about everything that happens,
so I know if she steps over the line."
"Hey, waitaminit. Is that feeding into your voyeurism?"
"My what?"
"Voyeurism. Peeking. What you do to your mom and dad and our
sisters."
"Could be. I'll never tell. Besides, they both know I'll worm every
detail out of you anyway. So they'll both be careful."
Finishing off the wine and putting the glass on the table, she turned
and straddled his thighs, her crotch on his lap, and began hugging and
kissing him, rocking back and forth, rubbing her pantied pussy against
the erection forming in his pants.
After a few minutes of that attack on his person, he broke off for
some air.
"Mffph. Now what are you after?"
A couple of quick kisses later, still rocking on his now-hard cock,
she answered.
"I do have one more teeeeensy little problem I need your help
with."
"<groan> Now what?"
"We-el, it's something only you can help me with, and I think we
should be upstairs in bed. Here would be okay too, but it might not
be as comfortable."
"Let me guess. You're horny as hell and you want me to do you
again?" He was smiling a big shit-eating grin as he said that.
"Not quite. You see, even after going to bed with you all those
times, I still seem to be sort-of, well, I guess you could say, maybe,
like, uh, a ... virgin?"
He became serious, looking into her eyes, trying to see the answers he
was looking for.
"Are you ready for this? You know it only ever happens once, so you
have to be sure."
She became serious, and looked him back in the eye.
"Richard, you are the man for me, the man I'm gonna marry, the man I
love. You are the only person I would ever give this gift to."
A big grin stole over her face. "Besides, how else can we really
start fucking?"
His mouth moved up into a half-smile. "Brenda! Such language for a
young lady! I'm ... I'm shocked!" A full smile took over. "But I
guess if you're really sure, we should go upstairs and, um, fuck."
"I'm sure."
"All right, let's do this properly. Grab the rest of the wine and a
couple of glasses, I'll get some towels and stuff and meet you in my
bedroom."
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<< End of chapter 8>>
Next chapter - Pop goes the cherry.
(Ooooh. Wow! Is it really gonna happen? Stay tuned ...)
Subject: BOMBADIL: "Brenda - A Love Story" 9/9
From: Shelby Bush <stbush@iglou.com>
Date: 11 Apr 1997 15:07:07 GMT
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Brenda - A Love Story [ M/f f/f ]
by Tom Bombadil (c) Aug 1996
Chapter 9 of 9
Disclaimer: All the standard rules apply. If you are offended
by explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is
illegal to possess such materials at your location, if you are
under-age by law in your location, or if somebody else thinks you
might have too much fun reading it, stop right now and remove this
text from your computer.
This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions
described by me coming straight out of my imagination. As a work of
fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or
actions described, nor does it relate to any type of real events in
my life, or known to me in the lives of any of my friends or
relatives.
You've been warned.
In this chapter - pop goes the cherry
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Brenda was already there when Richard arrived, stripped and under the
covers, the wine and glasses placed on the nightstand.
"My, aren't we the eager beaver. A body would think you were anxious
or something."
She just smiled her cute, innocent, little-girl smile at him. "Who,
me?"
Seeing him put a tube of something on the nightstand, she asked what
it was.
"It's K-Y jelly. It's a lubricant. I think we should use some this
first time because you are a virgin and you will be very tight. It
might mean less discomfort for you."
"Have you ever, uh, done a virgin before?"
"Once, when I was much younger. It was messy, painful, and very
unsatisfying for both of us. I think I've learned a lot since then."
"Will it hurt much?"
"If we do it right, not much, and not for long. You'll feel it, but
might not care about the pain."
"How do you know, if you've only ever done one before?"
"Virgins are a rather scarce commodity, usually disappearing between
fourteen and eighteen. I normally prefer ladies a little older than
that, present company excepted. I learn by reading stories and
journals and by listening to guys and girls talking about their first
time. Very few of the girls are really happy about how they had their
cherries popped. But don't worry. I think this will be memorable,
for both of us."
During their talk, he had stripped nude, poured two glasses of wine,
and climbed into bed. Fluffing up a pillow, he put it behind him and
sat up against the headboard. Pulling her up to sit on his lap with
her back to his chest, he handed her one of the glasses of wine and
took the other for himself.
"Sip it slowly. Take your time. We've got all night."
He began to gently caress her body, her thighs, the tops of her legs,
her belly, and finally her chest and breasts. They were small,
probably an 'A' cup, but very firm, with puffy quarter-sized aureoles
topped with little-girl nipples, which were getting very hard. Very
gently he massaged her breasts, touching and toying with her nipples,
playing with them with the tips of his fingers. He was also nuzzling
her hair and occasionally kissing her neck and shoulders.
She smelled wonderful, and the feel of her soft skin was like that of
fine silk, sensuous and supple. Her naked bottom and back, pressing
against his balls and cock, were having the desired effect as well.
He was now quite stiff. The two glasses of wine earlier and the one
she was drinking now were doing their job, reducing her apprehension
and nervousness. She was still a touch scared, but knew she wanted it
and was relaxing now that she knew it would happen. It helped knowing
Richard was willing to take his time and make it good for her. His
touching and kissing also felt really nice.
Getting her to slide down a little and spread her legs out on either
side of his, he began to tease her pussy. This had more of an effect
on her. Gulping the rest of her wine, she went to grab at his cock.
Letting her do this, he put both glasses back on the nightstand.
There wasn't much she could do, holding his cock behind her back, but
the touch of her hands was nice and cool on his overheated member.
Soon he was more serious about playing with her pussy, running his
fingers up and down the outside of her cleft, along the edges of her
lips, and down the furrow between pussy and thigh. He alternated
between toying with her nipples and massaging her breasts with his
other hand. Now she let go of his cock and melted back into him,
breathing faster, rubbing her own legs and inner thighs to
counterpoint his fingers.
Delving into her slot, he lubricated one, then two, then three fingers
with her fluids. They began to slide up and down inside her cleft,
sometimes touching her anus, or sliding over her hole, or brushing
against her clit. Each of these brought a fresh gasp from her, making
her breathe faster, almost to the point of panting. He could feel
little shivers and ripples running over her stomach, down her back,
and along her legs.
Letting out a long groan of pleasure, she arched her back and twisted
around to kiss him hard on the lips, pushing her tongue into her
lover's mouth and letting him taste her. Whimpering, she released his
mouth and slid a little farther down his lap, arching up her hips and
pulling back her knees so her legs pointed out almost sideways to his.
Now her hands were rubbing her inner thighs, just outside her pussy
lips, occasionally sliding down to fondle her own ass, grabbing and
releasing her cheeks. Sweat was beginning to bead up on her lip, her
forehead, her chest. He let the tip of one finger slide into her
hole, causing her to gasp and whine, speeding up her hands.
When he pulled his fingers away from her slot, she whined and
whimpered. He made her suck and lick every finger clean before he
started again. This time he wasn't going to stop until she climaxed,
her first for the night.
Her juices were flowing freely. He was startled by how much she
produced, considering that she was a thirteen year old virgin. Lubing
up the fingers of both hands, he began a slow fuck with the tip of one
finger. Placing the middle finger of his other hand into her slot and
the adjacent fingers outside on either side, he used them to rub and
fondle her lips, clit, and other sensitive spots. It wasn't long
before she was gasping for air, rubbing furiously on her inner thighs
with both hands, almost touching his hands inside her pussy.
She came then, with a long indrawn breath and a shuddering exhalation.
There was very little movement, but he could feel her muscles spasming
from her neck to her ass, and could see her thighs and calves tensing
and releasing as waves of pleasure washed through her body. It looked
to be a long, gentle climax, extended by his continued attention to
her hole and her clit. Her hands had stopped and grabbed her ass,
pulling her hips up higher and giving him better access to (and a
really good look at) her whole cunt.
After several deep breaths followed by long, whiney exhales, she
grabbed his hands to stop his movements. She was done, for now.
"Did you enjoy that?"
<gasp, pant> "You always do me good. Lots better than I do me."
"I'm glad. Just relax and feel good for a while."
Leaving his finger inside her hole, he removed his other hand and
cupped her pussy with the first one. She sighed and relaxed her legs
together a little, letting her arms drop to the bed. He kissed the
top of her head and hugged her.
Eventually she rolled over and kissed him.
"Is it time yet?"
"Nope. You're gonna do me now."
"But I want you to come inside me!"
"Don't worry. Once I get inside that wonderful pussy of yours, I'll
fill you so full it'll come out your ears. Besides, if I tried to do
it right now, I'd probably squirt before you were half-way done. My
balls need to be drained a bit so I don't cum too soon."
"Okay, if you say so. But if you don't do it right tonight, I'll be
mad!"
"<chuckle> Yes, dear."
Brenda laughed at this, hearing him talk like an old married man,
like her dad did sometimes when her mom was being bossy.
She did a wonderful job on him, using hands, mouth, tongue and lips,
teasing him, tickling and playing with his balls, running up and down
his member with her tongue, nibbling with her lips, sometimes sucking
him right down her throat, bringing him to the edge several times
before finally letting him cum. She pulled off at the last second and
watched him erupt all over her tits and belly, sucking him back into
her mouth to catch the last dribbles, draining him until he groaned in
protest.
Lying down beside him, she used his finger to play in the little
puddles and rivulets of semen on her body, sometimes cleaning it with
her mouth, sometimes making him clean it with his tongue. When it
got cool enough to be noticed, she wiped herself clean with one of the
towels.
"Nice?"
"Better than when I do it, that's for certain. You sure you haven't
had any practice before me?"
"Nope. None. I'm just a fast learner."
"Well, you're already the best at that I've ever had, and you're still
learning? God help me when you get to be really good."
"Won't be nobody savin' ya from me, 'cause this thing's all mine!"
She gave it a squeeze and a few strokes for good measure, and got
a moan of protest from Richard.
"Is it time yet?"
"Aren't you impatient. We'll get there. First, let's get things
arranged."
Standing her up, he put some towels on the bed where she would
be lying. Using the K-Y, he greased up his member and put a generous
amount on the far corner of one of the towels for later use. After
explaining what he was doing to Brenda, she jumped onto the bed,
positioning herself carefully on the towels. When Richard when to
turn her a little, she resisted, saying it felt right, just where she
was. He wasn't about to argue.
Lying down beside her, they kissed, and he began playing with her
breasts and nipples again. Excited as she was, it wasn't long before
she was hot and breathing hard. Moving down a little he sucked and
tongued her breasts, pulling them almost entirely into his mouth and
playing with the tips of her nipples, swishing them back and forth.
Knowing what would be coming made her so hot, she almost came again
right there. That mouth moved down her stomach, slowly licking and
nibbling its way, through her belly-button and down to her vulva.
Repositioning himself between her legs, he pressed her knees up and
out, giving himself full access to her innermost parts. She tasted
good right now, her juices flowing nicely. He used his tongue to push
her fluids all over the inside of her slot, from her anus to the top of
her mound. Then he used his tongue to tease and tantalize, running the
tip up and down inside her, just missing her clit and her hole.
Suddenly he plunged it deep inside her, until the tip of his tongue
could just touch her hymen, then wiggled it to tickle her there. This
made her jump and gasp. Her hips were now thrusting upwards, trying
to get him deeper inside
Pulling out just as quickly, he returned attention to her clit,
licking his way there, and then all around it without giving her the
satisfaction of touching it. When he figured she was nearing her
peak, he scooped up a fingerful of K-Y and touched it to her hole.
The sudden chill brought another gasp and a deep, full-body shiver.
Her hip-thrusting resumed when he started sliding his finger into her
hole, lubricating it with the jelly.
When he pulled up to kneel in front of her, she looked up at him.
"Now? You're gonna do it now?"
"Yep."
"Oh god, yes! Do me! Shove it inside, please! I want it NOW! Come
on, bust me open! Come ON! FUCK MEEEEE!"
Pulling her knees up beside her chest, she was now completely open to
him. Lowering himself to his elbows, he kissed her once, quickly, on
the lips. Holding himself on knees and one elbow, he positioned the
head of his cock at the entrance to her vagina. Just that faint touch
sent shivers all through him, and through her. There was no need for
any further lubrication, with her juices flowing freely and all the
K-Y he used.
He was in heaven. Taking deep, almost gasping breaths, he tried to
relax a little so he could take his time and do it right. Pushing
slowly but steadily, he began to open her up. Her eyes were open
wide, staring sightlessly at the ceiling. Her entire world was
centered upon her hole, where that huge cock was trying to get in.
She could feel it pushing, stretching her, moving things around
inside. His thing felt monstrous. For a few seconds she thought it
would tear her wide open. But she had to have it inside her now, no
matter what!
Grunting and panting, she wiggled her hips to try and help that thing
get inside her. Every tiny move and push filled her up more,
stretched her farther, until finally the head popped inside. Both
gasped at the same time, her from the sudden filling and stretching
sensations, him from the unbelievable tightness and the silky
smoothness of her vaginal walls. It was fantastic! He wanted to just
pound into her, it felt that good. Breathing deeply, he relaxed
again. He waited there for a while, watching her face, waiting for
her to get used to the incredible feeling of fullness she had.
It was several minutes before she was comfortable again, before the
tightness and stretching stopped. It felt huge in there, but didn't
hurt. There was an ache, but it was deep inside, the ache of wanting
to be completely filled - and she wanted it now! Wiggling her hips
and pumping them up and down gave Richard the signal to continue. He
pushed in another quarter inch, causing them both to gasp again.
"Oh, oh, that feels so gooood! You're so huge in there! Ohhhh, yes,
put some more in, please! Fill me up!"
He was a bit surprised at her vocal display, but not much. He
shrugged it off. He certainly wasn't going to stop. What he didn't
know was that this was more for their audience's benefit. There were
two sets of eyes peering through the doorway, watching intently. Her
loud cries when he was just going to start were their signal that it
was happening. Following orders, Caitlin had oiled the hinges and
handle, tightened all the screws, and practiced opening and closing
his door until she could do it with no noise whatsoever. Brenda had
positioned herself so the doorway got a three-quarter rear view of
their activities, giving them an excellent ring-side seat. Both sets
of eyes were wide open, mesmerized by the action in front of them, and
both their jaws were open and slack. It was a sight they never
believed they'd ever see, the deflowering of a virgin.
A little at a time, he pushed in until he touched her hymen, that
small flap of tissue that was so important to a young lady. Stopping
and letting her get adjusted every time he pushed, she was opening up
nicely and really enjoying this.
"Oh, oh, oh, it feels sooooo gooood in there! No wonder mom does it
so much! Ahhhhaiiiiiii, yesssssss!"
Still fighting his urge to just ram it home, he pulled out until the
head was just inside, then slid in until the head was touching her
hymen again, repeating this for a few minutes. He stopped and left
his cock resting against her hymen when it looked like she was about
to cum, giving her time to come down a bit. It felt so tight and so
silky smooth inside he needed to stop and rest too, or he would blow
his nut early, spoiling everything. Maybe one blowjob wasn't enough
for this.
When they both calmed down a little, he gave a sudden lunge,
surprising her and bursting through her virginity.
"Ow! That hurt!"
"Let me know when you feel better, I'll start moving inside you
again. By the way, congratulations. You're not a virgin anymore."
"Ooooo, I bet you say that to all the girls. Come on, start moving, I
wanna fuck!"
Moving slowly and carefully, he pulled back a little then moved
forward again, pushing a little deeper each time. He saw the little
winces of pain on her face, but each time he stopped, she said "No!
Don't you dare stop! It feels too good! Give me more! Fill me up!"
He kept at it until he was balls-deep inside her and was bumping up
against her cervix with each thrust. He began to lengthen his stroke,
concentrating hard on what he was doing, because if he lost his focus,
he'd just jam his prick in her a couple of times and blow his wad deep
inside. He really, really wanted her to cum first, but the feel of
that tight virgin cunt on his cock was so fantastic it was very hard
to hold back.
She was in heaven. That was what fucking was all about, that feeling
of utter fullness, of being filled over and over again, feeling him
open her up, feeling his cock moving back and forth in there, bringing
out sensations she never knew existed. There was still a little pain,
but it was lost under the overwhelming tide of passion.
Closing her eyes, she just gave in to the pleasure of having him
fucking her, pushing up with her hips to meet his every downstroke.
"Yes! Fuck me, ohh, fuck me, ohh yes, fuck me, pump me, fill me,
ohh, don't ever stop, please, keep going, never stop, ohhh, it feels
soooo gooood!" She was panting now, saying something with every
second breath, not caring or thinking of her audience, just about
getting filled and cumming. It was so close, she could taste it.
It was Richard's turn. "Oh god, I'm gonna do it! I'm gonna cum in
you! I'll fill you so full! Gohd yes! I'm cumming ...
cumming ..."
It was exquisite, that feeling, spurting into that tiny tight little
hole just opened up for him. Nothing mattered right then except the
feel of his cock slamming home inside that warm wet slippery fuck
tube. He could feel his sperm splashing in there, squishing out and
around his cock and dribbling down his balls.
That little extra, him slamming home and squirting inside, was enough
to send her over as well, her orgasm reaching up from deep within and
grabbing her whole body. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before,
starting from her groin and washing through every part of her, ripping
out to her fingers and toes then washing back to implode in her center
again, re-igniting even stronger with every thrust and twitch of that
thing inside her. It was so incredibly powerful, she almost forgot to
breathe, just gasping every once in a while between jolts.
Only after Richard had completely drained himself, and stopped with
his cock buried to the hilt, did she finally come down again. Her
vagina kept spasming around his member, causing him to groan and
shudder. It was enough to keep her just on the edge, until her body
calmed down.
When they both were breathing almost normally again, Brenda spoke.
"Oh. Wow."
Richard just smiled, still supporting himself just over top of her
body, leaving himself deep inside her. The feel of that incredibly
tight pussy was keeping him hard and ready, even after it had drained
him dry.
Behind him, the door closed silently, Caitlin's practice paying off.
Two sets of feet tiptoed down the hall, into her room, and closed
the door silently behind them.
Caitlin turned to Vicky, eyes still wide, her face a mask of shock
and disbelief, whispering, "Oh my god! That was un-be-lievable!"
They climbed into bed together, under the covers, whispering excitedly
about what they had just witnessed.
Richard wrapped Brenda up in one arm and rolled over onto his back,
pulling her on top of him, keeping his still-hard organ buried inside
her. He pulled a pillow over for himself, and let his lover get
comfortable on top of him, sliding her legs down beside his and
resting her head on her arms on top of his chest.
"That was a little better than my first one."
"Richard, this was my one and only, and don't you forget it! Thank
you, it was wonderful. Now I know why my mom likes fucking so much.
If it's like this all the time, that's all I want to do for the rest
of my life."
"'Fraid I can't help you on that. I can only do it four or five times
a day, maybe. And I need the odd day off."
"If that's all I get out of you, then I guess I'll just have to settle
for sex for half my life, the morning half and the evening half. I'll
sleep and eat in the middle, somewhere."
"God, I think I've created a monster. The creature that ate Richard
alive! Aaaauuuggggg!"
"<snicker> Yeah, right. Like you wouldn't enjoy it at all, would you.
Ooooo this thing inside me feels soooo goooood."
"Well, it's there waiting for you if you want to use it."
"I'm too tired to fuck anymore tonight. But I do want to try
something my mom and dad do every once in a while."
"What?"
"Let's get ready to sleep first and then I'll tell you!"
"More secrets?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
They got cleaned up, Brenda trotting off to the bathroom, holding a
towel to her groin, totally unconcerned that she was still naked.
Richard, shaking his head, cleaned himself up as much as possible with
a towel, slipped on his boxers, then cleaned up the dribbles and
drops of blood on the bed. Most of them had been caught by the
towels, with only a few splashes of semen left to wipe up elsewhere.
About ten minutes later they were cleaned up and back in bed, this
time with the light out.
"Now, what's this big secret thing you want us to do."
"It's something my parents do once in a while, and mom looks like she
absolutely adores it, so I gotta try it too! Richard, I want you to
fuck me to sleep. Stick that thing of yours inside me and pump it in
and out until either you cum or fall asleep."
After Richard's initial objections, saying she'd be too sore, or he'd
crush her, or she'd fall off him, or whatever, she explained what she
wanted and how to do it.
They lay in bed, on their sides, with her back to his front, knees
bent, with her 'sitting' in his lap. He rubbed his cock up and down
against her slit for a few seconds to get hard (that's all it took!)
then greased his cock with K-Y again. Pushing into her pussy from the
rear, it felt even tighter than before. She whimpered a bit at the
first push, but then started wiggling and thrusting her hips to get
him inside.
Inch by inch his cock slid in. She was still full of his semen
and a little of her blood, and she was once again producing lots of
her own juice, so he went in fairly easily. There was a little pain
when his cock crossed the remnants of her hymen, but she ignored it.
This was just too good to stop. That wonderful stuffed feeling was
back, and she never wanted to be empty again.
The sensations his cock was sending to his brain were incredible.
Each tiny thrust and wiggle of her hips pushed him deeper into that
extremely tight just-opened cunt of hers. It was so smooth and silky
in there, like no other pussy he'd ever been in. She was hot and
wet. He could feel her juices leaking out around his cock, covering
her ass and his balls. Finally his penetration was halted, as deep as
he could get, with the end of his cock pressing firmly against her
cervix.
"Stop. Just ... just hold it in there for now. I like it in me like
this, filling me up. It feels huge, but so nice. Hold me now, hug
me close. Please Richard. I want to be right here in your arms when
I wake up. With your cock in me."
"If I can, I will. No guarantees, but I'll try."
Sliding one arm under her head and her pillow, he wrapped the other
around her torso, placing his hand on her chest between her breasts.
She hugged his arm to her possessively, as though she would be holding
it for the rest of her life. Even impaled as she was, ass in his lap,
she was that much shorter than him that her head nicely fit under his
chin.
"Okay, start moving. Slower ... slower ... that's it ... now
deeper ... a little deeper ... ouch! Not that far back, my hymen
still hurts! Okay, keep going ... yeah, that feels good ... a little
slower ... yeah, perfect. Just like that. Now just keep pumping
'till you cum or fall asleep."
He was stroking about half-way out then all the way back in against
her cervix, taking about ten seconds per stroke. He was resisting the
urge to just bang away again, this being brought on by the sudden
feelings of lust overtaking him, holding her naked teen body to him,
his cock telling him that this was the best ever and just go for it.
After a while he developed a nice, easy, relaxed pace and rhythm,
close to what Brenda wanted, but not quite as long or as deep. He
simply clenched his ass to push in, then relaxed to slide out. It
was so effortless that way, he thought he really could do it all
night. There was an end in sight, though, because the constant
stimulation of her twat on his cock was driving him higher. He knew
that eventually he could cum just doing that.
She was enjoying herself as well, he noticed. With her 'sitting' in
his lap, almost the full length of her body was pressed into him.
Every once in a while he could feel different muscles in her body
twitch and spasm, usually accompanied by a tiny squeak from her, and
sometimes followed by her vagina grabbing his cock. The first few
times that happened, he stopped and waited for her to let go, but
after her impatient bum-wiggling told him to get back to work, he
simply pushed through her grip. That invariably brought a long,
whining sigh from her.
About an hour after they started, he noticed that her muscle spasms
and vaginal contractions were getting more frequent. All of a sudden
her entire body convulsed once, then seized up, completely rigid,
and she grabbed his arm, and his cock, in a death grip. Pushing
through her clasping cunt as he was used to doing by then, he simply
kept pumping. Her breathing was infrequent and gasping. After about
a minute, she relaxed for a second, took a deep breath, then seized up
again, throwing her head back against his chest. The third time she
did it, he was worried enough that he stopped. She immediately
wiggled her bum and squeaked out the words "don't stop", so he started
again.
Six or seven more times she did that, cumming long and deep, going
completely rigid or wriggling very stiffly. Near the end, he was
having to hold her tight to him, since she was jerking around enough
to possibly pop right off his shaft.
With several long breaths she relaxed, and whispered "don't stop"
again. Her breathing evened out, becoming slower and deeper, and her
grip on his arm loosened. He thought she was falling asleep, until he
felt her inner muscles grab his cock. They grabbed, then released,
then grabbed, then released, over and over, in time with his thrusts.
'She's milking me, for christ sake!'
After all that buildup and watching her cum over and over again, it
didn't take long for that familiar sensation to show up. His insides
were tightening up, getting ready to fire deep inside her. He wanted
it now and, apparently, so did she. He kept up that slow pace until
that first jet was on its way, then he jammed his cock as far inside
as it would go in one brutal thrust, shooting his seed tight against
her cervix, trying to inject it straight into her womb. With each
spurt he pulled half-way out then jammed home again, deep inside.
Brenda's body tensed up with his first deep thrust, then seized up
with the second, locked into another orgasm. Her breathing stopped
after one deep gasp, not resuming until he finished pumping every drop
of semen into her.
When he finally finished, she started breathing again, long, deep
lungfulls, catching up with her body's needs. This time when she
relaxed, she melted completely, every muscle going limp.
His cock was still insider her, but soft and shrunken. Even her tight
pussy couldn't keep him hard forever. When he made a move to get up,
thinking he should clean up, she clamped down on his arm with one
hand, and reached around and grabbed his hip with the other, holding
him in place, keeping his limp member inside her. She seemed
completely indifferent to the semen leaking out of her pussy, covering
her crotch and ass and his thighs and balls, and dripping onto the
bed.
She relaxed again when Richard did. He thought he heard a muffled
and quiet "thank you", but wasn't really sure. She was soon asleep.
Richard, tired out by his and her exertions, quickly followed.
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< I'm baaaaack! Did you miss me? Ouch, no fair, I wasn't looking! >
< I guess I'm going to have to wrap up now. The weekend's over,
and I need to return to real work tomorrow. Besides, Brenda's back
from her trip and needs some, ah, *personal* attention right now.
Me too. Four days alone, writing this kind of stuff, can make a guy
pretty horny. Three more months before she's finished high-school,
then we can come out of the closet. She lives with me full time
now, ever since she turned seventeen. Mary and Will figured that
if she's old enough to get married, she's old enough to shack up.
Besides, she was spending more time and more nights over here than
at home anyway. We've tentatively scheduled the wedding for early
August, a year and a half from now. >
< Oh yeah, I own this beach house now, after getting some help from
her folks. With my new job, I'll have them paid back and the
house free and clear in seven or eight years. It's nice joining
into a booming family business. >
< Caitlin moved out a couple of years ago, shacking up with some
dumb twit from college. I think he's a jerk and not nearly good
enough for my sister, but she likes him so I keep my mouth shut.
She's twenty two now and an adult and old enough to make her own
decisions. >
< Vicky started dating around that time too, and now has a string of
young studs hanging around her parents' place. Five eleven, fifteen
years old, built and beautiful, sure of herself, mature and very much
sexually active, she attracts them like flies to honey. I think she's
gone overboard. She has another semi-permanent lady friend, a
seventeen year old rather dowdy looking girl who's moved into Brenda's
old room. It's hard on the ego of those jocks, but she keeps them all
firmly in line. She can be a real bitch when she's mad. Trust me, I
know. >
< Now you know why I wouldn't trade my life for anyone else's. Not
for any amount of cash. I have the woman of my dreams here and now,
ready and willing, and we love each other. So we started a little
early. So what. I'm hers for as long as she wants me, and she says
that she wants me forever. >
< Brenda's calling. Goodbye and goodnight. >
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<< End of chapter 9>>
<<FIN>>
Subject: BOMBADIL: "Brenda - A Love Story" X/9 (out-takes)
From: S THOMAS BUSH <stbush@iglou.com>
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Brenda - A Love Story [ M/f f/f ]
by Tom Bombadil (c) Aug 1996
Out-takes
Disclaimer: All the standard rules apply. If you are offended
by explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is
illegal to possess such materials at your location, if you are
under-age by law in your location, or if somebody else thinks you
might have too much fun reading it, stop right now and remove this
text from your computer.
This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions
described by me coming straight out of my imagination. As a work of
fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or
actions described, nor does it relate to any type of real events in
my life, or known to me in the lives of any of my friends or
relatives.
You've been warned.
Note: All the scenes for the Brenda saga, after chapter three,
were written as a disjointed series of episodes, with no particular
flow or storyline to them. It was difficult enough to patch and
re-write those parts that fit. The following scenes didn't. They
were hot enough that I thought I'd throw them in anyway.
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<<This is the original version of the scene where Caitlin first
shares Richard's bed. It didn't properly fit the milder storyline
I ended up using.>>
It was late Wednesday night / early Thursday morning.
A loud knocking on his door woke Richard. Checking to make certain
he was decent, he told Caitlin to come in. She did, closing the
door behind her. At least this time she was wearing a negligee,
short and revealing though it was. She'd been crying. She walked
over and sat on the bed.
"I had a nightmare. About Angie. Then about Vicky. It was
horrible!"
She started crying again. Richard sat up and gathered her in his
arms.
"Please hold me. Please. I don't want to be alone right now."
He held her until her tears stopped, until she was almost asleep.
"Time to go back to bed now, Caitlin."
"Please hold me. I don't want the nightmare to come back."
What could he do. Standing her up, he pulled back the covers, then
lay back with his head on his pillow. He opened his arms to her, and
she crawled into them, curling up against his chest and stomach.
Pulling the covers back over them both, he hugged her to him, making
soothing sounds for her. She was soon asleep. It took him a lot
longer, holding the body that he'd stared at with such illicit lust so
recently.
She was still there when he woke up, still sleeping, but now turned
with her back to him, fitting into him spoon-style.
Slowly waking up, and realizing who was in bed with him, he blushed.
Somehow during the night, her negligee had ridden up almost to her
chest. He knew this because his right arm was curled over her waist,
his hand resting on her bare stomach, just above her crotch, and his
left arm was curled around her shoulder, supporting her head, with
that hand cupping and holding her fabric-covered left breast. That
wasn't the worst. Somehow his cock had slid through the opening in
the front of his shorts. It was now pushed up between her thighs,
resting full-length along her pussy. She wasn't wearing panties. He
was hard as a rock.
'How the hell did this happen?'
Slowly he tried to extricate himself. First, he attempted to pull his
cock out from between her legs. He very gently started sliding his
hips back away from her. At this slight movement, she moaned and
clamped her thighs together. He stopped and held his breath,
terrified that she'd wake up.
When she relaxed and seemed completely asleep again, he tried once
more. This time it was worse. She groaned, clamped her thighs
together, and started rocking her hips back and forth, very slowly.
Richard froze again. Over the sound of his hammering heart, he could
just make out what she was whispering in her dream.
"Ohhh, that feels good. Don't stop. Make it last forever. Yes,
Angie, just like that." There was more, but most of it was
unintelligible, interspersed with tiny whimpers and sighs.
He tried once more to pull away, but stopped when Caitlin whimpered
and clearly said "No Angie, please, don't go away! ... Vicky, I need
you!" After a minute or two, her hips started rocking again, and the
pleasant little sounds and words were back. He was now too scared to
pull back, thinking she'd wake up for sure and find them locked
together like this. He couldn't even pull his hand off her breast.
Somewhere during one of his attempts to pull his cock out, she'd
grabbed his hand.
Resigning himself to his fate, he put his head down on his pillow.
Whatever dreams she was having, they were definitely erotic. His
cock could feel her growing moisture and heat, and feel her lower lips
gently expanding and getting softer and damper. Slowly but surely his
cock was spreading her lips and moving upward, eventually settling
against and rubbing across her inner meat. He could feel a small nub,
probably her clit, nestled deep in the crack. Despite the guilt, fear
and shame he was feeling, this was getting to him. He felt those
familiar twinges deep in his groin, and knew if his sister continued
what she was doing, he'd spray semen all over the place. He promised
himself no matter what, he couldn't do that to her.
When the tempo of her hips increased, he knew he had to pull back.
Before he could move, her hand went down between her legs and caught
the head of his cock. She was pulling it up tighter to her cunt!
Now he was well and truly trapped, with no way out. If he pulled out,
she'd probably hurt him, and definitely wake up. If he didn't pull
out, he was going to splatter her hand and bush with semen. He almost
cried. He prayed she'd stop before he came.
He could tell by the fast, panting breaths she was taking, with the
whimpers in between, she was close. She sucked in a deep breath,
letting it out slowly between her teeth. Her hips started bucking.
He was trying to hold off.
With a sudden gasp, she squeezed her thighs tightly around his cock,
suddenly pushing the head up into the top of her crack and rubbing it
furiously. Now it was too late. He started spurting, shooting his
sperm into the top of her pussy, all over her hand, all over the top
of her mound. She was still rubbing fast and hard, which forced his
semen all the way up and down her crack, lubricating it further,
letting her slide more easily along his length.
Letting loose a series of shuddering breaths, she climaxed, stopping
her hips, tensing up all the muscles in her body. She pressed the
head of his cock hard, keeping him in place. He could feel the
ripples of her orgasm running all up and down her body, centering on
her groin.
It wound down quickly, her body relaxing, her breathing slowing down
and becoming more regular. She hadn't released the pressure on the
head of his cock yet, still pushing it into her crack. If he pulled
back now, she'd push it right into her vagina. Hell, if he started
getting soft and shrinking, it still might happen.
Thankfully, she finally rolled over onto her stomach, still holding
his left hand on her breast, effectively trapping it there. His
cock finally free, he used his other hand to pull it back into his
shorts. Before he fell back to sleep, one more thought rose up, one
sure to give him nightmares. What if she got pregnant?
In the morning, Richard was awakened by a kiss on his cheek. It was
Caitlin. He opened his eyes and found himself staring down the
neck of her negligee. Both of her breasts were hanging in clear view,
showing off their dark brown nipples, each puckered and hard. An
idiotic thought crossed his mind. He hadn't even noticed her nipples
last night.
"Thanks Rich. That was the best sleep I've had in ages. I had such
wonderful dreams."
'Yeah,' thought Richard. 'And I'm gonna hafta live with my
nightmares.'
She was out in the hall, closing the door, when she stuck her head
back into his room.
"Just remember what I said about that thing," glancing at his crotch.
"You almost poked it inside me last night. As it is, I need a shower
to wash off the leftovers. Ta Ta." The door closed behind her, and
he could hear her walking down the stairs. A few minutes later the
shower started.
His mind finally clicked into gear. What the hell had happened last
night? And what did she know? She certainly didn't seem upset in
the least, not acting like a girl who'd almost been fucked by her
brother. He had to find out.
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<<In this scene, the three girls had come up with a plan to
'open up' Richard's rather conservative morals to the possibilities
available with two other more than willing virgins. It definitely
didn't fit the storyline. Too bad.>>
When Richard got to the top of the stairs, he heard some quiet moans
and whimpers coming from his sister's room. Seeing that the door was
still open a bit, he couldn't help himself. He walked over to have a
peek at what was going on. When he saw the two girls, he just stood
there, mesmerized, unable to think or move. This was his adolescent
wet dream come to life, something he never in his wildest fantasies
ever thought he'd see in reality.
Vicky was lying stretched out on the bed, face up, head pointed a
little to the right of the doorway (Richard's perspective). He could
see the slight bumps of her just-developing breasts, the dark circles
of her aureoles, and the hard, pointed nubbins of her nipples. Her
bare pubes were wet and glistening, as were her thighs, legs spread
wide to the world. He couldn't see much of her face because Caitlin
was in the way.
His sister was kneeling on the bed, legs apart, one on either
side of Vicky's face. Her hips were raised slightly, and she was
leaning back, supporting her weight by holding on to her ankles. She
wasn't quite facing straight at him, but her legs were spread so far
apart he could see everything. Sitting there, moaning, eyes closed
tight, she couldn't see anything, oblivious to everything except the
person under her who was eating her out like an expert.
Richard just stared, mesmerized by the scene. Caitlin's skin was
covered with a sheen of sweat, from her scalp to her ankles.
Everything was moving, too, swaying in time to her gyrating hips, her
breasts making small circles in the air - those perfect, delicious
looking mounds, with wonderful, oh-so suckable little nipples, hard as
rock right now.
He snapped back to reality for a second as Caitlin shifted. Had she
seen him? Then he saw that Vicky'd changed tactics, using one hand
and her tongue in Caitlin's hot little snatch. He became enraptured
again, watching Vicky's tongue flicker in and out, up and down,
swirling around inside those lips, hand moving in sync with her
tongue, sliding in and out of that tight, virginal hole.
Totally entranced, hypnotized by the scene in front of him, he barely
felt something at his waist, and hardly noticed his towel falling
away, paying no attention to those minor distractions. Only when
something warm and wet engulfed his hard cock did he finally notice,
moaning and leaning against the door jam. He knew he shouldn't be
watching, it was wrong, but he was pinned in place by that mouth
surrounding his member, pumping in and out. He tried to move, but his
arms and legs wouldn't listen. Eyes closing by themselves, he lost
himself for a moment.
Opening his eyes again, he was shocked. Caitlin's eyes, half-closed,
glazed over with lust, were staring right at him. He whimpered a bit,
because he still couldn't get his body to obey. Caitlin looked down
at his crotch, looked back into his eyes for a moment, then closed her
eyes, leaned her head back, and lost herself in an orgasm.
This was too much for him. His mind disconnected, watching her
perfect body run through its climax, her head snapping back and forth,
muscles tightening and loosening in waves, breath coming in great
gasps as she shuddered, unable to move or think at that moment. He
felt himself letting go, unable to control himself, back spasming,
hips thrusting forward. The release went through him like a shock,
spreading out from his groin to the rest of his body. His eyes stayed
open, mindlessly watching Caitlin, as her body started to wind down
from its climax.
He felt himself letting loose, shooting deep into Brenda's throat time
and time again, eyes following his sister as she slowly slid off Vicky
and lay there, eyes open, watching him spasm, deep in the middle of
his own orgasm. It was painfully intense. Somewhere inside, an
overworked set of muscles were complaining, but still functioning.
His cock jerked again, sending another splash of semen into his
lover's mouth.
Finally it was over, the flow stopping, with nothing left to come out.
Brenda let go of his cock at almost the same time Caitlin closed her
eyes and lay back flat on the bed. Released from the two things
pinning him in place, he sank slowly to the floor and sat there,
cross-legged, leaning back against the wall. Brenda lay down on the
floor, putting her head in his lap, closing her eyes and resting. The
only sounds left were those of heavy breathing and rapidly beating
hearts.
Brenda and Richard just stayed there, not moving, even when Vicky got
up to go to the bathroom. He just mindlessly watched her walk up to
them and step across, her naked, wet pussy just inches from his nose.
He turned his head and watched her tight little buns as they bounced
down to the washroom and disappeared inside. He was still watching
when she came back, squatted down, draped his arm over her shoulders,
and sat beside him.
A few minutes later Caitlin headed for the washroom. He also just
stared as her lightly-furred, nearly adult, damp and shining twat
passed right in front of his eyes. He turned and watched her cute,
jiggling ass until it disappeared. When she came back, he watched her
perfect, bouncing breasts until they disappeared up out of his field
of vision, then refocused on her pussy. Stopping on his other side,
she also squatted down, wrapped his other arm around her shoulders,
and sat down beside him.
Luckily, his hands knew what to do without needing any help from his
brain. They started to fondle and caress the girls' breasts, stopping
to tease and play with their nipples from time to time.
Eventually, he started to come back to himself, slowly taking stock of
where he was, what he was doing, and who he was with.
"Could someone please tell me if I'm dreaming or not? Did what I
think just happen really happen, or was I hallucinating?"
A familiar voice came up from his lap. "Well, right now you're
sitting on the floor, naked. There's three very pretty naked ladies
surrounding you. I just finished sucking you through a mind-blowing
orgasm, and you watched the same thing happen to your sister. You've
got one arm around my little sister, playing with her baby boobs and
nipples, and you've got your other arm wrapped around your baby
sister, playing with her nice big boobs and nipples. If that seems to
fit what you think happened, then you've just about got it right."
"Oh. Okay." Short pause. "Here I thought I was doing good, coping
with having a thirteen year old sexpot for a fiancee. Now I have to
deal with an eleven year old sexpot future sister-in-law and a
seventeen year old sexpot sister." Another short pause. "Okay. I'll
wake up in a while and everything will be just fine. This is all just
a dream, isn't it?"
>From his left "That's funny, your hand playing with my little boobies
and nipples feels real."
>From his right "You think maybe these breasts you're playing with
over here aren't real? They're mine, and your hand feels pretty good
doing whatever you're doing."
>From his lap "Let's see, what to do, what to do." Richard jumped,
every nerve in his body tingling. She'd sucked his cock into her
mouth. Starting with the tip, she vacuumed it in, just like a piece
of spaghetti. "Does that feel a little more real now?"
"I'm awake. Definitely. I don't feel things like that when I'm
asleep."
"Good." He heard three echoes of that same word.
"Okay, now what? You three obviously set this up for a reason. So
far, so bad. I know I'll feel guilty as hell later, but right now,
I'm too burned out."
"Weeeeeeell," Brenda drawled, "It's like this. I've watched Vicky and
Caitlin a few times, and I want to learn what they know. They've
watched us a few times, and they both want to learn what we know.
So I made them a deal. If they could get you to cooperate, I'd let
them 'borrow' you to teach them about sex properly. Vicky's just old
enough to start learning, and Caitlin should already know lots, but
doesn't. The rules are that you're mine, and this (grabbing his cock)
is mine. They can't keep you, and they can't touch this (squeezing a
bit) without my okay first. Anything else is fair game. Now that you
know the deal, it's up to them to convince you it's okay. This little
scene here was to get you to loosen up and let you think of the
possibilities. You're on, girls. Just remember, he's already been
drained dry and burned to a crisp. There's not much left right now."
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<<This was written for later, after Richard and the three girls
were more-or-less used to each other.>>
"Are you sure?" asked Richard.
Brenda shook her head and sighed in exasperation.
"Richard, I'm just as sure now as I was ten minutes ago. My parents
are both gone for the day! Dad's gone golfing with some customers of
his, and when they're done they're all going for some sort of dinner
meeting thing, all on the other side of town. The last few times
he did this, he was gone until at least my bedtime."
That's when Vicky chipped in with her two cents worth. "Yeah, and
Mom's gone to a charity auction. She figures it won't end until
eight or nine, at the earliest. That's why you're *babysitting*."
"God," Replied Richard. "You three don't need a babysitter, you need
a keeper! You're all wild animals!"
"Come on, Rich, lighten up. It's not like we're doing something
horribly indecent or anything. Besides, we've seen it all before.
What's to get upset about?" The last few words were a little muffled,
as Caitlin was speaking while pulling her dress over her head. She
wasn't wearing anything underneath. Brenda and Vicky were already
naked. They had walked out of their house that way.
"But ..." Richard's last feeble protests were silenced when Brenda
pulled his head down for a kiss. Then, while she had his attention
diverted, she grabbed his shorts and boxers and pulled them down
to his ankles.
"There!" she said, stepping back. "And don't you dare pull them back
up!"
Despite turning several shades of red, Richard stepped out of his
clothes. Brenda had finally gotten her way. They were going to do
some suntanning in the girls' back yard, au natural.
"I'll get the Koolaid!" yelled Vicky, as she ran back into the
house. Caitlin followed at a rather more relaxed pace. Richard
pulled several lounge chairs out into the sunshine, and Brenda put
small tables in between them.
"Let's see if I got this right," Vicky said as she came back out of
the house. "Koolaid for me, Caitlin already has hers, you get the
same, Brenda, and Richard ends up with coke. Dad's out of beer, and
I'm not going over to his place to get some - at least, not dressed
like this I'm not."
"Uh uh, Richard," said Brenda, as she shook her finger at him. "Just
drop those shorts. That's not an excuse for you to get dressed
again. You can survive without your beer. Relax. Enjoy the
sunshine. Enjoy the view. I know I am."
There was a "me too" from Caitlin and a "me three" from Vicky.
Richard looked up and saw three girls sitting on their loungers, all
smiling, all watching him. Red faced again, he sat down and stretched
out. Vicky and Caitlin also stretched out, while Brenda got up and
went for her bag.
After rummaging around for a few seconds, she let out an "Aha!", and
stood up. "Number 25 sun screen, just what you need, dear, for that
rather pallid skin of yours. After all, we wouldn't want you getting
sunburned anyplace where the sun doesn't normally shine, now would
we?"
"Okay, okay. Just toss it over."
"Now where would the fun be if we all just did ourselves? Besides,
you can't reach all the places the sun can. Now roll over onto your
tummy and I'll get started."
Richard did as he was told. He only squirmed and wiggled a little
when she was doing his ass and feet. When Brenda told him to turn
over, he mumbled something and stayed put.
"What was that?" she asked, as she bent down to hear him better. He
whispered something in her ear.
"Ooooh, really? Hey girls, Richard says he's too embarrassed to turn
over - he's got a hard on!"
Both girls turned to look, naturally, so he turned a brighter shade of
red.
After a minute or so, with all three girls staring expectantly at him,
he turned over. By then, the embarrassment had gotten to him. He was
mostly limp.
"THAT'S what we were waiting to see?" exclaimed Vicky. "It hardly
seems worth looking at right now."
"It'll get better. I've still got to do his front."
"No, I think I'll do my own front, if you don't mind."
"Nope. That's not how it works today. Nobody does themselves.
It's a new rule we made up. Right, sis? Caitlin?"
Both looked at Brenda, who winked while looking away from Richard.
"Right," said Vicky, almost immediately. It took a few seconds longer
for Caitlin to nod, and she blushed and stared at Vicky as she did
so.
Richard simply groaned and closed his eyes. Brenda took that to mean
he was accepting his fate, and started rubbing in the lotion.
Starting at his neck, she covered him completely, spending far more
time than necessary when she was doing his cock and balls. By the
time she moved on to his thighs, he was once again hard. That earned
him a wolf-whistle from Vicky. He just blushed a little more.
"Okay, all done. Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"
"It depends on your definition of bad," replied Richard.
"Hold out your hand," said Brenda.
He did, and she squeezed a dollop of lotion onto his palm.
"That's for your face and hands."
Brenda went and retrieved another bottle from her bag.
"Okay, handsome. Now it's my turn." She threw the bottle to Richard,
then went and lay face down on her lounger.
"SPF 8?" He was reading off the front of the bottle.
"Sure. I'm already a toasty gold. Or hadn't you noticed?"
"I noticed. You and Vicky are both a well-cooked brown, all over.
And judging by the parts of my sister I don't normally get to see,
you've had her out here tanning in the buff more than once."
"Sure. Like I said before, when it's just us girls, Mom doesn't mind
us being out here like this. Lots of times she comes out with us."
"So your Mom's got an all-over tan too?"
"Sure. She's not as brown as we are, but she sure doesn't have
any tan lines. Who do you think got us started?"
Richard made no reply, since the answer was obvious. Instead, he
concentrated on the job at hand - or rather, the job in hand."
"Richard?"
"Yes, Brenda?"
"Go nice and slow. It feels better that way. And make sure you do a
thorough job."
"Yes, dear."
Spreading suntan lotion onto Brenda was not something he considered an
onerous chore. She was a beautiful young lady - firm, fit, toned,
and with no spare flesh. By his estimate, she was about halfway in
between a little girl and a real woman, with hips just spreading out,
legs filling in nicely, and breasts grown to small handfuls. Despite
the audience - and he knew both other girls were watching carefully -
he did a proper job of it, including spending a good deal of time
handling her lower cheeks, which were beautifully rounded, and hard
yet soft at the same time. Then she turned over.
"Now you get to do my front. Can I have just a little on my hand? I
need to do my face too."
With a silent groan, he began. Richard was still amazed that someone
as young and beautiful as Brenda had chosen him for her partner. Just
looking at her was sometimes enough for him to go off into a partial
daze as he remembered what it was like to touch, fondle, taste, and
hold her. It was hard for him to keep from getting carried away,
especially when he was doing her breasts and thighs. He studiously
avoided touching her pussy and mound, not wanting to further embarrass
her, or rather, himself. He stood up when he figured he was done.
By then, Brenda was lying there with her eyes closed, breathing a
little heavily, and had a slightly flushed look around her chest and
neck. She opened her eyes when he stopped.
"Richard, where are you going?"
"Uh, to lie down?"
"But you're not finished yet. Do you have the slightest idea what a
sunburn down there feels like? I do. Now finish what you started."
Once again blushing, he looked to see if the other two were watching.
They were. Brenda wore a big smirk, while Caitlin tried for a look of
studied nonchalance. She failed.
With a sigh, he coated his right hand with lotion, then started to
carefully and delicately spread it onto her nether regions. Brenda
was having none of that. She grabbed his wrist with both hands,
pulled his hand hard into her crotch, and began to move it up and
down.
"Yes. Keep it up. Just. Like. <unh> That."
It was about then that Richard realized he'd been set up, that they
had plans for him. He just didn't know what they were or how far the
girls would go. So, he decided to enjoy himself. While one hand was
busy fondling and rubbing Brenda's pussy, he used the other to caress
her breasts and nipples. Eventually, after she spread her legs wide,
after his fingers had dipped into her crack, after one digit slid
deep inside, and after some well-timed nipple pulling and pinching,
she climaxed.
Brenda lay there, arms stretched out over her head and breathing
hard, for several minutes.
"Now that's what I call a thorough job. Thank you."
"You're welcome."
He had just enough time to take a pull at his drink and lie down
before Vicky spoke up.
"Richard, could you do me too, please?"
"WHAT?"
"Could you put some lotion on me too, please."
"Just put lotion on you? You're sure that's all you're after?"
There was no reply, as Vicky rolled over and wiggled her bottom.
He looked to Brenda for guidance. She was lying back, stretched out,
eyes half closed, and smiling. A wink was what he got. For some
reason, he doubted that Vicky would be satisfied with him just oiling
her down. Nevertheless, he did as he was asked.
It wasn't the first time he'd touched Vicky, not by a long shot, but
it was his first time handling her while naked - either him or her.
He was hard as a rock again before he finished with her backside.
Then she flipped over for him to do her front.
"I want you to do a thorough job on me too, Richard."
Once again he looked at Brenda, who was lying on her side, watching,
and grinning from ear to ear. So was Caitlin.
Glowing a bright red, he proceeded. Richard didn't know if he was
more embarrassed or turned on by doing Vicky's body. She was thin,
tight, and hard from her athletic pursuits, yet with a soft skin, and
with curves and padding developing in all the right places. He liked
the feel of her taught stomach and waist, and the softness of her
breasts. They were barely apparent to the eye when she was laying
down like that, but his hands had no trouble knowing what they were
feeling. The same was true when he was rubbing down her thighs and
hips. Again, he tried to avoid her pubic area. His eyes, though,
were continually drawn to that delicate junction.
Bare as the day she was born, everything was smooth and tanned. There
was no hair, either because nothing was yet growing, or because, like
her sister, she shaved it off regularly. Still juvenile, it didn't
look like much more than a tightly closed slit, even though her legs
were spread and the lips were reddened and puffy looking.
"Don't forget, Richard, I want a thorough job, just like my sister
got."
Having a quick look around, seeing if there was any escape or any
mercy, he found none. Caitlin was staring avidly, eyes fixed on what
he was doing, a look of wide-eyed wonder on her face. Brenda was
still smiling, still watching through half-lidded eyes.
Exhaling loudly, he mentally gave in. With one hand, he stroked her
legs and thighs. The other hand went straight for her slit.
Delicately and carefully, he opened her up with two fingers, and
inserted the tip of a third into her hole. She was already quite
wet. He began a steady rhythm, sliding the tip of one digit in and
out of her vagina, while gently rubbing her clit with another. The
smell was intoxicating, mixing the light coconutty scent of lotion
with sweat and pre-teen arousal.
Vicky pulled up both knees, spread her legs as wide as she could, and
stretched her arms up over her head. Almost immediately, she began
rolling her hips and moaning softly. He played with her pussy lips
by stroking and rubbing them. He played with her clit by rolling it
around with the tip of a finger. He then played with her mind by
tickling her ribs. She jumped and squealed loudly.
"No fair! You're not supposed to do that!"
Richard could see that Caitlan was barely holding back her laughter,
and he heard some snorts from Brenda, who was behind him. Vicky
grabbed the hand he tickled her with and held it tightly to her
chest. She didn't want a repeat of that trick. He kept fondling
her pussy with his other hand, which slowly calmed her down, then
started her moaning again. As her breathing got heavier, his stroking
got faster and firmer.
"Keep going. Keep going! Oh! OH!" She climaxed with a long,
wavering moan, pinching her legs together and pushing her hips hard
up into Richard's moving hand. Finally, she lay still. His hand and
her crotch were both soaked with her lubrications.
When Richard looked up, he saw Caitlan was flushed and slowly
wriggling about. He walked over to his lounger, took a drink, and
wiped himself off with a towel.
"Riiiiich. Oh, Riiiiiich. Could you do me a big favour?
Pleeeease?"
He thought about it for a good couple of seconds, picturing his
sister's bare pussy (Vicky insisted that she shave too), her
more-than-a-handful breasts, her perfect legs, round bottom, hips, and
narrow waist, before he said "No way!"
"Oh, but Riiiich, all I want is the number fifteen sunblock. Is that
such a big deal?"
Blushing again, he retrieved what she wanted from Brenda's bag and
tossed it to her. He didn't want to get too close, just in case.
"Thanks, Rich. What did you think I wanted when you said no so loud?"
"I think I can guess," injected Vicky. "His mind was in the gutter."
"Sorry, brother dear," said Caitlin, "but Vicky's doing me. And
Vicky, I'm ready for you to do a thorough job."
"No problem."
Laying down, he watched over top of Brenda's shoulder as Vicky
started oiling down his sister. He watched her do her shoulders, her
back, her ass, and her legs. Then he watched her do her chest and
breasts, her waist and sides, her hips, and her legs. Like him,
Vicky avoided the centre until last.
Richard listened to his sister's faint whimpers and cries as Vicky
sucked on her nipples, opened her vaginal lips, and slid a finger
inside. Imagining himself in Vicky's place was a pleasant torture.
Needing some relief himself, he began stroking his cock. None of the
girls noticed. Caitlin had her eyes closed, Vicky had her face
hovering just above Caitlin's pussy, where her hands were quite busy,
and Brenda was watching those two, facing away from Richard.
The only sounds that could be heard were Caitlin's breathy whines and
a bird somewhere off in the distance. He made no sound, despite the
fact that he was close to exploding. Brenda was also being silent, he
noticed, even though her elbow was moving up and down rather rapidly
and her hand had to be somewhere in the vicinity of her crotch.
It wasn't long before his sister started gasping and arching her
back. When she grabbed Vicky's hands and started pumping her hips up
and down, he exploded, sending several long streams of his essence
out onto the grass. Caitlin and he collapsed at almost the same
instant, both totally spent. Seconds later, Brenda moaned and lay
back, her breathing fast and shallow. Vicky kissed her lover, had her
fingers licked clean, then went and lay down.
Summoning up a little strength, Richard raised his head and looked
over at the girls. All three were coated with a sheen of sweat, all
three were breathing deeply, all three were laying back with arms and
legs splayed wide, and all three were flushed with arousal and
their recent activities. He knew he probably looked no better than
they did. Smiling a wry smile, he shook his head and let his head
drop.
That's when the back door opened.
Four pairs of eyes turned to look. Three pairs of legs snapped shut.
Mary was standing in the doorway, an unreadable expression on her
face. Caitlin, her eyes open wide with shock, turned and looked at
Vicky. Vicky turned and looked at Brenda. Brenda turned and looked
at Richard. Richard simply looked back at Brenda. All four then
turned and looked at Mary again.
She, in her turn, looked at Brenda, then Vicky, then Caitlin, and then
Richard, pointedly running her gaze up and down each of their naked
bodies. A long moment passed, one where nobody seemed to breathe, and
all sound and motion seemed to stop.
Mary took a deep breath, exhaled, and looked off into the distance
before speaking.
"It is a perfect day for sunbathing, isn't it. I think I'll join
you. I'll be out in a few minutes." She then turned and walked back into
the house.
Caitlin turned and looked at Vicky, who then turned and looked at
Brenda, who turned and looked at Richard, who just stared back.
Nobody dared say anything. It seemed to them like an eternity before
Mary came back out of the house. She was dressed in a long, pink,
fluffy robe. Picking the only empty lounger left, she undid her
sash, removed her robe and lay it out over the cushions, then
stretched out on her stomach, looking away from the others.
Richard stared. It was the first time he'd seen Mary naked. Even
after two children, she was fit, trim, and good looking. Her breasts
were moderate sized double handfuls, maybe a little larger than
Caitlin's, her hips were wider and her legs a little fuller, but she
was nicely proportioned. He thought her a beautiful lady. Brenda
was right, he thought. There were no tan lines. He also saw, before
she lay down, that she shaved completely, just like Brenda.
"Richard," Mary said, still looking away from them, "could you do me
a favour? Please?"
"S-sure," he replied. "What would you like?"
"Could you please bring over the number fifteen sunblock?"
He went and retrieved it from where Vicky had dropped the bottle and
took it to Mary.
"Here you go."
"Thank you, Richard. But could I possibly persuade you to do me?"
He blinked once or twice, strange thoughts running through his
overheated brain, before he said "Pardon?"
"Would you do me, please? Spread on some lotion?"
She was still facing away from them, so nobody could tell from her
expression what she was thinking.
Without saying anything, he squirted some of the liquid into his hands
and rubbed them together to warm it before starting to rub it into
her shoulders.
Nobody else moved or spoke, simply exchanging worried glances and
wondering what Mary had seen and heard.
He was almost done with her back, his hands approaching her buttocks,
before she spoke again.
"Oh, and Richard?" she said.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Make sure you do a thorough job."
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<<End of the outtakes>>
Hope you enjoyed reading these scenes as much as I did writing them.
<<FIN>>
-- CJ
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