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YOUNGER BROTHER



Im Billy, although Mrs. Atherton calls me “Bill”. Says its time to use a manly
name, since Im not a boy. I know lots of things. Even sex stuff. Like  a couple
of times I walked in on my brother doing it with his girlfriend. (Thank God
they didnt see me.)    Im 15. And  Mrs. Atherton is not Mrs. Robinson. She isnt
stealing me from anyone. Except maybe my parents. Her name is Carol. Her
daughter Noel dates by older brother Chuck. Chuck is 21.Great guy. Taught me a
lot about sports. Takes me golfing. Has double dated with  my date and me when
I was just starting to date. Ive been dating for a year . I’m not a man of the
world. But I know a nice girl from a bad one. A sweet girl from a bitch. And
Ive learned something else. That when I go over to visit the Athertons with my
brother, which isnt often enough, I get such a hard-on talking to Mrs.
Atherton. Even my anus twitches I want her so bad. My balls ache. I figure the
old gal has to be  40 something. She has brownish red hair which my Mother
claims isnt dyed, you can tell by the tiny wisps of grey at the temples. She is
in perfect athletic condition. Great tan. She skiis and hikes. Her tits are are
huge. But just right. She’s a sharp dresser too.Carol trusts me  to baby sit
her little boy Eric, he’s a great kid, 6, likes to play catch. We watch videos
and take his dog for a walk around the block.

I had never thought about Carol Atherton in a sexual way but one day when I
was there to sit with Eric, I saw there was very little water in the tub as he
lay on his belly sliding up and down, up and down.  Masturbating! That little
shit! I could hear little squeals  of happiness and dry off and get dressed
with the clothes Carol laid out on his bed. Masturbation. That could explain 
some of the odd stains on his large stuffed animals. Could it be? I watched the
dog to see if he was gonna do something gross like hump the kid, or something. 
What if his big doggie dick came out and made a mess all over Eric, with me
being incharge of him and all. Yuck. But interesting.......

While Eric dressed I went into the kitchen. She was just putting a meal on the
table for Eric and invited me to try the deserts if I was hungry.

“How are you Bill, Darling? Im so lucky to have  you.” she said in a beautiful
deep voice that reminded me of Lauren Bacall, you know, the movie star that was
married to Humphrey Bogart. My brother Chuck was a film major in college and
used to bring  old films home for his assignments. Lauren was in the movie “The
Other Side of the Mirror” with Barbra Streisand in 96 or 97.

“Im fine Mrs. Atherton. Mind if I call you Carol?” To which she said, “Of
course not, we’re friends. Now here is the $25 I promised you. I bet that will
get you that CD youve been wanting.” I hoped so. Only now I was hoping  Mrs.
Atherton, I mean Carol would give me something in addition to the $25.”

“Mr. Atherton, I should say Hal, will be home from the office soon. And when
he has a bite to eat, we’re just going to slip out . So you and Eric have fun.
You know he loves having you here, its like having an older brother.” 

Eric came out but ate little. He appeared red cheeked. I thought he was
probably exhausted from too many bath tub orgasms. Carol got the  rectal
thermometer and  guided him to the bed room. Across her lap he lay. A helpless
captive. He smiled at me as he reached down to scratch his belly and pulled on
his erect penis. She looked distractedly at the front door, expecting her
husband to arrive any second. She read the thermometer. One degree over. She
told me to make sure Eric got plenty of liquids. And if I had any trouble call
Mrs. Clark next door and she could check  him over. Only page her if his temp
went up to 101oral.Well, I calculated in my head, that would be 102 rectal,
according to my mom, a dedicated tempachure taker. Everytime I had a sniffle.
My ass was stuffed like desert pasta with lube & thermometers, & enema tubes
and, fever suppositories.

Finally  Erics fever went up a little so we put him to bed. He was too tired
and sleepy to play. Mr. Atherton called and said an emergency meeting at the
hospital had been called so he wouldnt be  able to make the evening out with
Carol. She looked sad. But took me by the hand into the kitchen for desert. And
wine.        

I told her all  my second hand and first hand knowledge of movies in the
decades past. (Thanks for all the info Chuck!) She helped bridge the gaps in my
film education.She gave me respect like one adult to another. And we had a
really give and take exchange. I felt we were one on one. Mano a mano.
Equals.We went upstairs to the huge family room where I saw a gigantic video
library. I picked one out that starred Laren Bacall, wouldnt you know. And it
piqued my sexual curiosity even more. I saw Carol in the auxilliary bathroom.
Oh my gosh. She was sniffing something.  “Just a little cocaine for my bad
sinuses. Do you need some? “

“No thanks. Ive had plenty with just the wine.... Well, maybe one sniff, thats
all. I wouldnt want my performance to be impared” and I winked as if I were
kidding her to see what she would do.

“Come here my sweet little man. Oh, I love that cologne. Is that 
Jade East?” She said all sexy-like in her best Bacall voice as she sat on the
couch holding her drink and an arm over my shoulder. I put my left hand on her
leg. She let it stay. Pointing a clicker at the light switch panel, the room
dimmed way down, and the fireplace came on. The old movie was playing on a
screen in the corner.

She went down to check on Eric. And when she returned she was wearing a sleezy
looking white nighty, with lace, and roses, and it was so shear, I could see
her nipples and the dark place between her legs. She had a coffee for each of
us. We made small talk and when the coffee was nearly gone, she began to paw
me. Her hand went to my crotch. And unsnapped my shirt. With one yank she
pulled my cords  to my knees. I thought. Oh shit. I forgot my underwear. Then
she told me, “Wy you sexy guy, no underpants, Mmmmmmmm, let me taste you
Darling.” In my mind Lauren Bacall was going down on me. I could see her on the
movie screen. I could hear her speaking to me, and feel her mouth on me.

In just a moment I switched positions.I flopped Lauren, I mean Carol, over on
her back on this wider than normal couch. We had plenty of room to get it on.
It was now or never. She went Ahhhhhhh, or something like that, in pure joy. I
hoped she hadnt already had an orgasm before I even put it in her..

I pulled her neckline down far enough to reveal and then feel up her tits and
suck both of them. But she was getting restless.	

“Come on Bill, Im waiting. Im waiting. Dont keep me waiting. I need you. So
much. Hurry. Do it now.” I wanted to go down on her first. I peeled back the
labia and put my tongue on her special place. She bucked. I wanted to get my
cock into her before she had a chance to come. It didnt take many penetrations
to get her off.We forgot the condom. But when a guys fucking Lauren Bacall who
cares? She came almost immediately. Then I came.

 It was months before we had the house alone again. I think we both needed
time to absorb and cope with all that had happened between us. But since Hal is
often at the hospital late It isnt too difficult to find the time.  :-)   

(I apologize for any errors. If you liked the story write. If you have a story
idea you would like me to make into a story for you, tell me, and I’ll see if I
can come up with something for you. I often take requests.  LynDstorys@aol.com)


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