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Subject: RP: Deirdre - Run

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Runby deirdre, 5/2/95"What are *you* doing here?"  Yes, she was
surprised to find me at her doorstep.  Joanie, my sister."I just had
to get away.""Well, Mom and Dad are going to *kill* you," she
answered, still just standing in the doorway to her apartment, looking
at me."Listen... listen, can I come in?"  She stood aside and let me
in, then turned around, closing the door, and looked at me.  I stood
nervously in the middle of her living room.  "You don't have to tell
them," I added.  Yes, they'd definitely be mad knowing I'd skipped out
while classes were in session.  "Please?  I *had* to get away!"She
gave a little half laugh and walked away from the door toward the
kitchen.  She was amused.  I knew she wouldn't tell Mom and Dad.  I
just *knew* it: she'd been through college and probably knew very well
how it could get you down.  I followed her into the kitchen and sat
down.  "Need something to drink?" she asked, pulling a carton of milk
out of the fridge.  I let out my breath when she said that: now I was
certain she wouldn't tell.  I'd go back--I wasn't dropping out or
anything--I just needed a break.  I drank some milk."What *is* it?"
she asked."Nothing!  You know, I just had to get away."She didn't
respond right away.  She was looking at me.  Once again I felt
nervous: Joanie did that when she was up to something.  She wouldn't
tell, would she?  "You know," she started, "having you here isn't so
great: I've got a date tonight.""Oh, don't worry about me," I
volunteered.  I wondered why she worried about *that*."Well, it's not
so easy having you here."  She must have been thinking of bringing the
guy here.  I could see her point and started trying to think of some
solution.  I could make myself scarce for a while.  Was she planning
on having him overnight?  She probably had no specific plans, but
wasn't likely to be happy having the decision determined beforehand by
her brother's presence."How late do you want me to stay out?"  I could
make my offer.  She didn't answer, but stood up and left.  I followed
her, done with my milk.  She turned around and looked at me again.
She makes me so nervous."You're going to do me a favor," she finally
said.  I detected a hint of a grin on her face."What?""Come here," she
added, not enlightening me at all, but leading me into the bedroom.
She was in her closet and had a dress in her hand.  She held it up in
front of me, hanger and all, looking at it.  I was confused.  "Put it
on," she said."Joanie!" I said.  No, I wasn't as alarmed as you might
think: in fact, I'd worn Joanie's clothes before: when she was pinning
dresses and skirts.  Much to my chagrin, she'd discovered I was close
to her size when we'd been in high school.  I didn't particularly want
to go through that again, but she was always both grateful about it
and never did anything to embarrass me."Come on," she said,
cajolingly.  She smiled.  There was no escape: she was letting me stay
without telling Mom and Dad.   Well, I didn't really have much to do
anyway.  I started unbuttoning my shirt. "Thanks," she said as she
left the room, sounding sincerely grateful.I peeked out of the bedroom
in my stocking feet and the dress.  I'd have heard if anyone else had
come in the apartment, since the bedroom door was open, so I headed
for the kitchen where I heard Joanie doing something.  She looked up
at me and smiled.  And she looked me up and down.  I didn't feel right
about something: she didn't seem to be getting ready for any sewing
work.  "Looks good," she said, still smiling.I almost said a "b" word.
"What do you want?" I managed to say with admirable restraint."You're
going to do me a favor," she said.  I was alarmed and didn't answer.
I couldn't figure out what she might be thinking, but I knew it was a
lot more than I bargained for.  "Gerold wants a
threesome.""What!?""He's been hinting.  It's best I do something about
it or he'll stick with Victoria.""Victoria?"  I was confused."His
wife."  The guy's married!"Joanie, I'm not into that!  There's no
way...""Listen, you don't have to do anything."  I eyed her
suspiciously.  "I'll tell him you're my friend and that you'll watch
and that's all.""No way!"  I still wasn't sure I understood this, but
I wanted no part of it."Really, I swear!  All you have to do is watch!
He's been bugging me about whether I was *into women*--I can tell he's
thinking *threesome*.  I'll tell him you'rea friend of mine and that
you'll watch us, but nothing more.  It won't be precisely what he was
hinting at, but I'll bet it'll be much more than he'll ever get out of
that *Victoria*."I tried to imagine it, but couldn't.  "No: no
way!""Listen, I don't want to have to call Dad."I stared at her.  I
couldn't believe she'd said that.  She looked guilty.  "Please, I'm
desperate--you don't know what it's like being the *other
woman*.""Joanie, this is too much.""Just dress like it, and watch.
That's all.""And he's *really* going to think I'm a woman?""That won't
be any trouble: sorry, but it's true;  I can get a wig and do your
face..."  I stared at her.  Finally, she went on: "It's that or
Dad--sorry, but I've got to do this."He was big and tall and that
frightened me somehow.  I'm not very tall--I guess you gathered that
since I can wear Joanie's clothes.  I wasn't as nervous about the
possibility of him spotting me for a man as I might have predicted:
Joanie had performed magic on me, and the mirror told me no one was
going to start wondering.  Besides, I was probably a bit drunk: Joanie
and I had prepared ourselves.Joanie whispered in his ear.  She'd just
finished introducing me as *Debbie*.  I realized it wasn't really
going to be much of a date: just heading straight for the bedroom.
What kind of relationship was it that Joanie had with this guy?He
stared at me.  While Joanie whispered to him, I noticed a slight smile
grow on his face.  Joanie took me by the hand and pulled me into the
bedroom.  Gerold was right there behind us.I sat on a chair, watching
them.  They were still dressed, sitting on the bed, kissing.  They
just kissed and kissed for what seemed like minutes, not really moving
much.  Gerold had Joanie's face in his hands.Finally they broke it.
Joanie was ut of breath.  Gerold immediately had her lying on the bed
and leaned over and kissed her again.  His right hand was sliding up
and down her body over her dress.  Finally it slid underneath the hem.
I knew it had reached home: her face showed it and she brought one
knee up.  He still kissed her.  She was beginning to writhe and I
heard her groan through the kiss, but he didn't stop.Then he finally
stopped.  He sat up, but she still lay there, staring up at the
ceiling, breathing heavily, his hand between her legs.  Her breathing
was picking up.  I'd certainly never seen Joanie like this: my own
sister in the throes of passion.  More than once it seemed like she
was on the verge, only to fail to make it.  I caught her face one of
those times, and it was pure desperation.His hand was out from between
her legs and he was running it up and down her body again, over her
breasts and the front of her body.  He lifted her to sitting.  He
touched her lips with his fingertips, then kissed her again for a
couple of seconds."Please," she begged, still breathing hard.  It was
amazing to see a woman turned on as much as she was.  I was hard.He
glanced at me, then looked back at her.  "Kiss Debbie," he said.  His
hand was back under her dress again and once again she looked like she
was about to.  But he withdrew it again."No... please...  bastard..."
she said, having trouble talking between her breaths."Kiss her," he
said, his voice harder, and he pulled her over to me.  There was my
sister, Joanie, kneeling next to me breathing like she'd just run a
marathon.  His hands were on her breasts."Do it, now."Her eyes were
wild.  She grabbed my head and pulled me into a kiss.  Her mouth was
open.  At first she had trouble kissing because of her breathing, but
managed to get her tongue in my mouth.  I took her head in my hand and
kissed her back--I was so hard.We just kissed and kissed.  I wasn't
thinking--just reacting and feeling.  My hands were soon on her back,
and going up and down her body.  Her rear.  Then we were locked in
embrace and standing.  I felt my cock against her and her breasts
against me.  It was just us.Then we were apart.  Gerold had separated
us.  Then his mouth was on mine!  I still can't believe it, but I
didn't think, I just reacted.He stopped after a couple of seconds.  If
he hadn't, I might have come to my senses and pulled away.  Then he
kissed Joanie the same way except that he leaned her way backward as
he kissed her.But he stopped again, pulling her to standing.  "Tell
Debbie to kneel," he said.She looked at me.  I saw desperation in her
eyes though she didn't say a word.  Finally she whispered in my ear:
"Do it."I was on my knees.  He stood in front of me and unzipped his
pants!  "Touch her," he told Joanie.  There it was, in front of me.
Joanie was behind me, her hands all over me.  He took my head with his
hands and guided it."She's new to this," he said after a little while,
to Joanie.  It was so big in my mouth.  I *never* thought I'd ever be
doing this.He didn't come.  He stopped.  Then I was on the bed--he'd
put me there.  On my hands and knees.  Joanie lay under me.  She
pulled on my head down, kissing me and I was forced down to my elbows.
I felt my dress lifted up over my back and my underpants pulled down.
He was going to see.He laughed.  Joanie still kissed me, her arms
wrapped around my chest.  She pulled me against her, practically
lifting herself off the bed.  My rear was completely uncovered and he
was roaring with laughter.  He'd seen and he was laughing.  Then
suddenly he was in me to the hilt.That was months ago: tonight Joanie
and I wait kneeling in her living room.  We're both dressed in short
nightgowns.  Each of us has a leather collar around our neck.  My hair
is long, like Joanie's.  A thin chain dangles between us linking our
collars.  We just wait.Gerold opens the door with his key.  As usual,
Victoria is with him.  This time they've brought another couple that
I've  never seen before.  The four of them are dressed up--they've
obviously just been out to dinner.  Joanie and I continue to kneel,
making no move.  Our hands are folded on top of our heads.Victoria
walks up to Joanie and takes Joanie's chin in her hand.  She lifts
Joanie's face and looks down at her.  I can sense that Joanie's turned
on.  "Is that the boy?" asks the other woman.Victoria giggles slightly
at the question, still looking down at Joanie's face.  "Does it
matter?" she replies.Later the four of them sit around the living room
watching Joanie and me in the middle of the carpet.  Victoria and the
other woman sit together on the couch.  Holding hands.  Joanie now has
a dildo strapped on her.  I'm on my hands and knees and she's in me.
I'm very hard.  The chain still joins our collars.

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