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Subject: BOMBADIL: "Brenda - A Love Story" 7/9

Brenda - A Love Story  [ M/f f/f ]

by Tom Bombadil  (c) Aug 1996

Chapter 7 of 9

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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?)




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