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Subject: {ASSM} Girl Fag - (new) Chapter 11 by Rachael Ross
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Copyright 2004 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.

Please see chapter one for story codes and important background
information. I strongly suggest you do not read this chapter without
first reading the first ten chapters.

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Girl Fag
by Rachael

Chapter Eleven


Life has a way of playing little jokes on people; and sometimes big
ones too. Like me being a gay boy stuck in a girl's body, for
instance, and then sort of figuring out how to deal with that, only to
find out the girl part of me was queer too. I might have just forgot
about that though and said that I was a bi-sexual boy, but there was
definitely some bit of me that was a girl too. It was just a small part
though, I thought, since I wanted to be a boy most every time I thought
about it. Especially when I thought about sex; the girl part of me...I
guess she wanted sex too, but something else besides and I hadn't
figured that out yet, to be honest.

The night I went camping with my two brothers, Mark and David, and the
Hudson sisters, Sherry and Jane, which wasn't really camping at all,
was another one of life's little jokes. "People are people,"
Scott had told me, and whatever he meant by that, I was discovering
that it meant you couldn't ever really know what was going on until
after it had happened, and even then you were probably a little
confused.

Like Jane telling me I was her boyfriend. I'd figured David was her
boyfriend, and Mark was Sherry's, or maybe it was the other way
around, since they seemed to switch every time I saw them all together.
I didn't understand at all; did she mean I was her boyfriend for that
one night? Or like we were going to be together always? And why
didn't I have a say in that? Who'd made that decision anyway? I
liked Jane, in fact I liked her a lot; I just couldn't figure her
out. Heck, I couldn't figure any of them out!

The Honeymoon Suite was a lot nicer than I expected it was going to be
when we pulled into the parking lot of that old motel. It wasn't real
fancy, like one of those 5 star hotels they've got in Seattle
probably, but it was definitely cozy. Mark had opened the door and the
rest of us were getting our bags, I followed Sherry and Jane into the
cabin, which turned out to be bigger than it looked. It was like a
small apartment or something, with a living room right in front, sort
of an open kitchen with appliances and a small round table to the left,
and a couple open doors in the wall straight ahead.

Mark was going around turning on all the lights and we dropped our
stuff and just kind of followed him, getting the tour.

"Ah..." Mark went through the door on the right, flicking on the
light switch and everything was sort of red, like passion red. "The
bedroom!" He turned and grinned at us. The carpet was red, like wine
and the walls were off white and kind of yellow, like champagne or
something, except it was hard to tell exactly.

There was a big old brass bed with red satin sheets and the pillows
were red too, with white lace trim around them. They matched the window
curtains, which were red with white lace trim as well. Little red table
lamps glowed on the nightstands and there was even a mirror on the
ceiling, right above the bed, which seemed weird. The room had an
antique looking dresser, a little desk with a Queen Anne chair, and
another door, which went into the bathroom and that was pretty
spacious, but not huge or anything. The bathtub was nice too, one of
those big old kinds that would fit three of us easy, I thought, so long
as we didn't mind being close.

"Nice tub." Jane giggled.

"What's in here?" David was behind us and he went into the other
room. "Hey, check this out!"

We left the bedroom and piled around the doorway leading into what
looked sort of looked like a bathroom, cause it was tiled on the floor
and halfway up the walls, but it didn't have a toilet, that was for
sure, or even a sink. What it did have was a big round hot tub sitting
in the middle of the room and big picture windows on the wall behind
it. There was a sliding glass door and a little porch out there with
some chairs, and beyond that just the darkness of the forest. It was
hard to tell right away though, because the five of us were reflected
in all that glass, standing there looking surprised, like me and Jane,
or grinning, like my brothers, or just happily satisfied, like Sherry.

"Let's get the stuff out of the truck, man." Mark nudged David.

"I hope you girls forgot your swimmin' suits!" David laughed and
slipped between us.

"This is weird." I decided and watched as Sherry found the controls
for the Jacuzzi. A moment later it was bubbling softly and she was
dialing the heat up.

"What do you think? Eighty degrees should be good, right?" Sherry
was asking us.

"I dunno." I shrugged.

"Eighty five." Sherry giggled. "It gets cold at night." She
looked at Jane and I, who mostly didn't quite know what to do with
ourselves. "I bet you two won't get cold though!" And she laughed
as I felt my face getting warm.

"Hey!" Mark was yelling. "Are we gonna eat, or what?"

"Look out, beer comin' through!" David was trying to get through
us, evidently deciding to put the cooler they'd brought on the porch.
I got the idea that we'd be spending most of our time close to that
hot tub. "I told ya we were goin to the hot springs, didn't I?"
David chuckled, looking at me as I got out of his way.

"You guys brought beer?" I asked.

"I hope you brought wine coolers too." Sherry looked at David, like
she expected that he hadn't.

"Don't worry, baby, we brought everything!" David grinned and
kissed her cheek as he went past. "Uh...can you get the door for
me?"

"Yo, girls...Let's rattle some pots and pans!" Mark was still
talking about food.

The living room had a small fireplace, a gas one, not a real one, that
looked like a semi-open pot belly stove, and everything was pretty much
arranged around it. There was a big sofa, red of course, that was too
soft, and a couple big chairs in the same color. They were large,
almost like love seats or something, and any two of us could have sat
together on one, so long as we didn't mind snuggling up close to each
other. There was a stereo, simple and a little old, but it had a CD
player and Mark had brought the CD case out of the truck. It was like a
little book with plastic sleeves to hold the CD's. Daddy had put the
covers in there too, so he'd know what the people singing looked
like, I guess.

"Crap...crap...crap..." They were mostly Daddy's though, which
meant a lot of stuff like Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings, whoever
they were. They looked like criminals to me. "Anybody like this guy,
uh Bob Dylan?" He held up the case so we could see the cover.

"Hey, Blonde on Blonde!" Mark grinned at Jane and then looked at
me, making the obvious connection. "Sounds good, huh?"

"That's Scott's." I told him, but mostly I wasn't paying much
attention. Jane and I were fixing ham and cheese sandwiches, since
everyone was sort of hungry. At least it sort of gave us some privacy
while the others were in the living room, but not much.

"So I'm your boyfriend now?" I was asking Jane as we stood side
by side at the counter, with our backs to everyone else. I tried not to
make it sound like I didn't want to be, I was just really confused.

"Don't you want to be?" Jane was looking down, spreading
mayonnaise slowly on slices of bread.

"Um..." I shrugged. "I didn't think about it, I guess. I just
thought..."

"What? I just want to have sex with you?" She did look at me then,
sort of half smiling.

"Yeah." I looked down at what I was doing, thinking Jane's eyes
were really, really blue. "No. I mean...I thought you were going out
with David."

"It isn't like that." Jane giggled softly. "Sherry's really
into your brothers, not me. They're okay, you know, pretty fun
usually, but just not my type."

"I don't know." I sighed a little. "It sounds really weird to
me. The other day in the library you were, mmm...different or
something. And on the phone..."

"Did you like it?" Jane whispered, glancing over her shoulder.

"Well, yeah..." I admitted.

"Me too." Jane grinned and I saw a little bit of the 'other'
Jane, the one I'd expected to see. "Sherry doesn't know I called
you." She leaned close to my ear and gave it a little lick. "It's
our secret."

"What does Sherry have to do with you?" I whispered, rubbing my ear
a little and looking at Jane. I wasn't sure exactly what I was trying
to ask, or how to ask it.

"I love her." She shrugged like it wasn't important. "Everyone
does. Your brothers, my mom and dad, her teachers, all the kids at
school..." She was speaking so softly I could barely hear her,
especially now that Bob Dylan was saying something about how everyone
had to get stoned. It didn't much sound like singing to me.
"...ever since we were little, Sherry was always special so, you
know?"

"I don't think she's so special." I said, not really meaning to
say it like that and I was afraid I'd hurt Jane's feelings, but she
suddenly came back to life.

"I know!" She whispered excitedly, grabbing my wrist and squeezing
it. "It's so cool!"

I stared at her then, feeling all weirded out because Jane thought it
was great that I didn't like Sherry all that much. I figured Jane
must really have some kind of love-hate thing going on with her sister,
like maybe she just felt overwhelmed by Sherry. I know I did, and I'd
only spent an hour or so with the girl. I couldn't imagine living
with her and always being intimidated, or frightened, or even just
compared to her all the time. Jane was prettier, I thought, a lot
prettier, but she just didn't have the personality that Sherry had.

"I understand." I smiled at Jane, looking up into her face and
trying to look reassuring. She was relieved I think, and believed me
when I said that. But understanding something didn't mean that I knew
what to do about it any more than Jane did.

The five of us ate together in the living room, my brothers and Sherry
a little quicker than Jane and I. They were in a hurry to get in the
hot tub and they kept telling us to eat faster, but that just made me
want to eat slower. Eventually Sherry got tired of waiting, giving us
sort of a dirty look, which I ignored. Jane, who was sitting next to me
on one of the really big chairs, just looked down and nibbled at a
potato chip. I thought she might even get up, following her sister's
lead the way my brothers were, undressing happily in the middle of the
room.

"You guys go ahead." I told Sherry, putting my arm around Jane.
"We'll be in there in a bit." I tried to keep my voice light and
playful, and I'd even managed a pretty good smile, but inside I felt
like I was challenging the girl somehow. There was a little surge of
adrenaline like you get when you know you're going to get in a fight,
but I'd always liked that feeling too.

"Uh-huh." Sherry grinned at me and I had serious doubts that she
felt the same way about things as I did. She probably didn't even
realize how Jane really felt inside, or if she did, she just didn't
care, but I couldn't imagine anyone being that cold to their own
sister.

Sherry was pulling off her jeans, stepping out of them so we could see
her long perfect legs, and then pulled her top over her head, exposing
those lush tits that I'd enjoyed so much in the truck. She hooked her
thumbs in her panties while my brothers tried to catch up, kicking off
their own pants and pulling their shirts over their heads without
bothering to unbutton them.

"Take it all off, Sherry!" David whistled and Mark was laughing,
pulling down his underwear and showing off his semi-hard penis. I'd
seen it before, but never quite like this, and it was hard not to
stare. It was long and thick and darker than the rest of him, nestled
in a thick patch of black pubic hair.

"There you go!" Mark was nodding as Sherry pulled her flimsy white
panties down, giving us all a good view of her pussy, which was
completely shaved smooth. Mark had yanked his boxers down and kicked
them halfway across the living room. His cock wasn't hard at all yet,
and it flopped around crazily as his shorts sailed over my head.

It was sort of funny, and a little embarrassing too, watching my
brothers like that. Sherry watched me, making sure I got a good look at
her as she walked slowly into the tub room. Mark and David were
giggling like school girls and telling me and Jane not to take too
long. A moment later Jane and I were alone, listening to the others
splashing and talking and laughing.

I was pretty much done eating and so was Jane, but neither of us wanted
to move. She took the paper plate I'd been using, sliding it under
hers, and leaned way over the arm of the chair, putting them on the
floor. When she straightened back up we both turned a little, more
facing each other with our bodies pressed together. I still had my arm
around her, awkwardly now and it sort of hurt a little.

"Uhhh..." I grimaced and Jane giggled. "You wanna sit on the
couch or something?" I asked her.

"Let's go check out that mirror!" Jane's face broke into a huge
grin and her eyes were wide, like she was a little girl suggesting
something wicked but fun.

"Okay." I grinned too and we untangled ourselves slowly.

It was pretty cool, lying on the bed next to Jane and looking up to see
ourselves not 6 feet above us. We were still dressed, of course, but
I'd kicked off my boots and socks a long time before. Jane's bare
feet wriggled against mine, and I had my right arm under her neck, that
she lay in the crook of my elbow.

"You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen." I told Jane,
forgetting that I'd said the exact same thing to Julie. But honestly,
Julie was a long ways from my mind right then too.

Jane smiled at that. "Mmm...you're the prettiest boy I've ever
seen."

"I wish I was a boy." I said, sort of wistfully, but sort of
mocking myself too.

"I don't." Jane moved so she could kiss me, rolling slightly to
her left side and licking lightly between my lips, teasing me with her
tongue. "I like you just the way you are." She breathed and we were
kissing again, deeper this time as she let my tongue slip into her warm
and welcoming mouth.

I felt her hand on my body, moving across my stomach and up to my chest
slowly, back and forth, up and down. I had my left hand on her thigh,
stroking her warm smooth skin, while my right just grazed the side of
her breast, my fingers moving back and forth across her blouse and
tickling the soft flesh beneath.

"I want to see you." Jane licked her lips, shifting her body so she
was sitting on my thighs, her legs spread and straddling me. She
removed my shirt, pulling it over my head as I sat up slightly, and
baring me to her from the waist up. The muscles of my stomach tensed as
we did this, rippling under my skin, and Jane watched as they
disappeared again when I relaxed.

"Do that again." She giggled.

"Do what?" I laughed. "This?" I lifted my body again, like I
was doing a sit-up, but only rising six inches or so off the bed and
holding it there. I had my hands clasped behind my head and I knew I
was posing for her, but I liked it.

"Yeah." She sighed, running her hands over my abs. "That is so
cool."

I hadn't really noticed my body changing, and really it had only been
a week that I'd been working out seriously, but I'd always worked
hard around the garage, lifting and bending and getting physical. I had
muscles, like all of my brothers, but doing some real exercises, real
iron pumping under Coach's supervision had quickly added the
definition I'd lacked. It was pretty cool, I decided, especially if
Jane thought so too.

"Can I touch you here?" Jane asked me, sliding her hands up to my
breasts, which were pulled taut with my arms lifted behind my head the
way they were. She wasn't being shy, she just remembered that I
hadn't wanted her touching my sex and maybe I hadn't really wanted
her touching my tits either, even though I hadn't stopped her before.

"Yeah." I smiled, feeling my belly tighten even more with the
effort of trying to talk effortlessly. "I like it." It gets sort of
hard holding a stomach crunch for a long time, but I didn't want to
stop.

"You have a great body." Jane rubbed her hands lightly over my
chest. I could barely tell that I even had breasts and Jane pressed her
palms against them, so that I had to push myself up even harder against
her. My nipples were itching, feeling almost cold under her warm hands,
and when Jane moved her fingers back down to my stomach, we could see
them now stiff and swollen, pointing straight out from my body.

Jane giggled softly and flicked them with her fingers, making me grin
and almost fall back on the bed. I was tingling all over and Jane
squirmed a little on my thighs.

"Pinch them." I whispered and licked my lips.

"Yeah?" Jane bit her lip and took my nipples between her thumbs and
fingers, squeezing just a little. "Harder?" She looked at me
smiling and I nodded, giving a little moan as she really pinched them,
giving my sensitive flesh little tugs. "Really hard?" Jane finally
asked and I smiled.

She squeezed my nipples as hard as Coach's clamps had ever done,
pulling them away from my body so that I thought she might really tear
them off, but it felt great. This was what all good little faggots
liked, I thought to myself, grunting with the effort of holding my body
up. I remembered Coach whipping my tits and I wished I could somehow
ask Jane to do the same thing for me. I closed my eyes and briefly
imagined her doing it, so wonderfully beautiful, like an angel with her
innocent face and soft feminine body. She was the very opposite of
Coach, and the experience would have been so much different...I gasped
finally, collapsing onto the bed and breathing hard.

"Shhh..." Jane was moving her lips to my body, kissing my breasts
and nipples, tonguing them gently and drawing the burning flesh into
her mouth. She was soft and wet and it only made my nipples ache all
the more. I was breathless and sweating, holding her to me as I let
Jane nurse on my tits one at a time, making them feel so good it was
unbelievable.

Jane paused just long enough to pull her top over her head, shaking her
long blonde hair free, and smiling down at me for a moment while I
watched. When she went back to my chest, kissing and licking, I could
feel her breasts against my stomach, rubbing against my damp skin,
sticking to me every so often. I ran my hands up and down her back,
exploring along her shoulders and down her long curving spine.

"I'm getting wet." She giggled, resting her chin between the
small mounds of my boobs and smiling at me.

"You are?" I grinned, wondering what exactly I should do about it.

"Do you want to fuck me?" Her voice was soft and sweet and even
though I knew better, it still surprised me that she would ever say
something like that. Maybe because this was the first time I'd been
staring into her eyes when she said it.

"Yeah." I swallowed hard. "More than anything."

Jane moved off of me, but only so she could take off her shorts and
panties. She wasn't shy at all, kneeling on the bed beside me and
watching my face as I watched her. When she pulled her pink cotton
panties off I could see that she wasn't shaved like her Sister, but
Jane's pubic hair was fine and silky and even lighter than the hair
on her head. It covered nothing and I could see her slit plainly, and
the light brown folds of her labia just barely visible, swollen and
distended slightly so that the seemed ready to fall out of her.

"Let's see what we have down here..." She giggled, undoing my
jeans and pulling them down my legs. "Yesss..." Jane hissed between
her teeth as she pulled my boxers away as well, so that my strapon cock
sprang upward, pointing towards its twin reflected on the ceiling.

The straps had come loose slightly and I lifted my hips. Pulling
everything into the proper place and tightening the little straps. I
made sure the base of the thing was right up against my fiery clit and
Jane watched me, licking her lips and rubbing her little pussy slowly.

"Are you ready to fuck me?" Jane asked, pushing her middle finger
into her vagina until her knuckles were pressed against her flesh.
"I'm so wet right now..." She pulled her finger free and it
glistened with her juices. I stared as Jane put it to her mouth,
sliding her tongue beneath her finger as it slowly disappeared between
her lips. "...see?" She moaned and I rubbed my fake cock as if I
were a real boy, working it against my clit.

"I want to fuck you, Jane." I whispered. "I want to fuck you so
bad right now."

She giggled and moved slowly to straddle me, kneeling with her pussy
hovering just above the head of my dick. "This is gonna feel
sooo...gooood...mmm...oh fuck yessss..." Jane moaned long and loud as
she lowered herself gently, rolling her hips slightly and rocking her
pelvis back and forth, as if she wanted my cock to touch every part of
her. "...uh-huh...uh-huh...fuck me...come on...push it...fuck me with
your cock..."

I was holding her hands in mine as I thrust my hips upward, trying to
ram my dildo as far into Jane's wet little sex as I could. She was
squeezing my fingers and almost bouncing on that long thick cock, and
the size of it didn't bother the girl at all, if anything it made it
even better for her. I watched her breasts, so tender and ripe and
perfectly formed, jiggling up and down as she moved. Her tummy seemed
to undulate like some exotic belly dancer, going in and out
seductively.

I was breathing hard and the pressure on my clit was maddening, I felt
like my pussy was going to explode. Jane worked the dildo inside her as
far as it would go and kept it there, just moving her body, rocking
herself almost violently against it. The effect on me was like nothing
I'd experienced before. The base of the dildo was grinding against my
vulva, mashed against every part of my pussy it seemed. My clit was a
screaming in protest, over-stimulated and sending lightning bolts of
pain coursing through my body. I couldn't move against it, I shut my
eyes tightly, groaning and trying to breathe as my orgasm poured over
me like a wildfire. I was cumming hard and everything was dark and my
head throbbed.

"Yeah...yeah...yeah....ohhh yeah...uh-huh...yeah..." Jane kept
moaning the same words over and over, making a soft cute squeaking
between them with every breath she took. I was only barely aware of her
first orgasm, as it came so quickly after mine that it might have been
simultaneous.

Jane arched her back, tilting her head and I felt her whole body
quivering as she found release around the hard cock buried in her
pussy. Her thighs were squeezing mine, and our interlaced fingers had
turned white from pressure we'd barely noticed. Jane stayed still for
several minutes, which was good for me, my clit was sore from the
unexpected treatment it had received.

"That was good..." Jane smiled, blinking her eyes and letting go of
my hands.

"Yeah." I nodded dumbly, still feeling the effects and wondering if
I'd ever feel anything else.

"Ready for more?" She grinned and leaned down to kiss me. I felt
her hard nipples against mine and her tongue pushed into my mouth
briefly. My dildo was still inside her vagina and it was pulled hard as
she bent over me.

"Like this...I want to feel it..." Jane giggled and pulled me with
her as she slowly rolled over onto her back, careful to keep my cock
inside her. She lifted her legs, urging me to get them over my
shoulders. "Ohhh...that's nice..." Jane cooed softly. "...fuck
me now...really hard..."

I had the girl pinned to the bed, with her knees bent over my
shoulders, lifting her ass so that I was thrusting my strapon almost
straight down. This was better for me because the base of my dildo
wasn't in constant contact with my clit, and even when I was pushing
I could move just enough to take most of the pressure someplace else.
This was going to feel real good and I could go for a long time, I
thought, which seemed to be what Jane wanted as well.

We fucked like that for 20 minutes at least, sometimes slowly,
sometimes hard and fast, and sometimes I just rammed it inside her and
kept it there, rotating my hips much like she had done to me before. We
kissed each other and panted and whispered and breathed into each
other's ears. This was the best fuck of my life, even better than
what I'd had with Sandy. There were periods when all I could do was
look into her eyes and wish my cock was real, that I had a pair of
balls full of sperm. I wanted to shoot inside her, and fill her up and
as my orgasm built inside me I let myself imagine what it would be like
to impregnate her somehow, to make love to Jane and know that deep
inside her we were making a baby. It was a new and utterly foolish
thought, impossible for anything but my imagination, and yet it still
brought me to an almost mind numbing orgasm.

Beneath me, Jane had been cumming almost since we started. Her body
shook and shivered and everything I did to her brought a sigh or moan
or gasp of delight. She begged me to fuck her, to go fast and then
slow, to drive my cock deep into her sex and hold it there while she
bit my ear and scratched my ribs with her long nails. It was incredible
just to watch her face as it contorted with pleasure, surprise, and the
sheer joy of having sex with someone special. I wondered how I'd ever
thought I was gay, when Jane had been waiting for me the whole time.

"Ohhh...god...fuck..." Jane was breathing hard, looking up at me
with her blue eyes shining. "That was the best sex ever!" She said
and then grinned weakly and laughed along with me.

"I know." I agreed. "I was there." I was feeling tired, but
energized as well, and it was slightly disorienting. I had no idea what
time it was. "Do you want more?" I asked, teasing her.

"Yeah." She nodded. "Doggy style...fuck me like a dog..."

I groaned, but knew I'd asked for it and that made me chuckle. Jane
got on her hands and knees with her beautiful round ass in the air. She
wiggled it invitingly, looking at me over her shoulder. "Put it
in...do it hard...fuck me hard, okay?"

"I will." I promised as I lined my cockhead up with her slit. My
dildo was wet and oily and Jane's pussy was stretched, her labia
puffy and red and hanging loosely so that I could actually see her
inner lips, slightly agape like the gums of a tiny hungry mouth. I
pushed my cock inside her with one long slow push and Jane responded,
pressing her ass back against me so that all nine inches of my strapon
were buried inside her to the hilt.

"God, you guys ain't done yet?" Sherry had opened the door and
stood there shaking her head and smiling. She was wet, having just
stepped out of the hot tub I supposed, and it looked like she and my
brothers had been busy as well. Her pussy was pink and as swollen as
Jane's, and her face flushed with recent excitement.

"Nope." I grinned at her, slamming my cock into Jane's pussy
hard, deciding to play it cool, like I was in charge or something.

Sherry just laughed. "Okay, but you ain't never gonna wear her out
like that."

"I hope not." I grinned, but inside I felt like Sherry had gotten
the better of me somehow.  She'd made it sound like there was some
secret to Jane that only she knew.

She stood there for a few minutes, rubbing her pussy lewdly and
watching us fuck, then she walked out with a little wave, leaving the
door wide open. I was glad to be rid of her and leaned down, kissing
Jane's back and neck through her hair. I tasted her salty sweat and
she turned her face, smiling and gasping and begging for a kiss.

"There ya are, buddy!" David was walking into the bedroom, stroking
his hard cock and drinking a beer. " 'id she cum yet?" His face
wore a silly smile.

"Are you drunk?" I stopped moving and just held Jane by the hips,
staring at my brother.

"Just a little." He shrugged. "Sherry said you need some help."
He moved to the bed, getting on it a little unsteadily so that he was
in front of Jane and facing me.

"Get out of here!" I stared at him.

"Oh, she wants it." David was rubbing his cock around Jane's face
and I stared as she opened her mouth, moaning as she tried to catch the
swollen head in her mouth. "She always wants it." David chuckled.

"It's okay." Jane said, looking over her shoulder at me. "Just
fuck me, okay?" And she went back to my brother's cock, taking it
in her mouth finally and sucking on it noisily.

I did keep fucking her, but my heart wasn't in it anymore. I just
didn't understand anything. I thought Jane was my girlfriend? I would
have laughed but I couldn't. She was just a slut, used by her sister
and my brothers for whatever weird games they could think of. Hooking
me up with her had just been one more, I thought, and I felt foolish
and humiliated. Jane should have felt that way too, even more so, and
if she wanted to be with me then she should have said something. But
all she did was give David sloppy head while I fucked her and after a
couple minutes I was totally done with it.

I pulled my dildo out of Jane's pussy and got off the bed,
unstrapping it from my waist as I walked into the living room. I looked
in the Jacuzzi room and Mark was sitting opposite Sherry, both of them
drinking and talking about something.

"Hey, Jane wants you I think." I called to Mark, jerking my head in
the direction of the bedroom.

A minute later he was in there, pushing his swollen cock into her pussy
and giving David a high five. I walked back to the cooler and grabbed a
beer. It was cold outside and I was bare butt naked, but I didn't
care. It felt sorta good and I stood there, drinking the Rainier in a
series of hard swallows until it was gone and I reached for another.

"Come on in and close the door." Sherry said from the hot tub. "I
won't bite."

I shrugged. What was I gonna do? I guess I could have sat in the living
room and pouted, or even in the truck maybe. Or tried to hitchhike my
way home, or called Steve maybe, he would have come to get me, but he
would have wanted to kill Mark and David too. I'd done a lot of
crying over the last couple days, and maybe I was just sick of it.
Maybe the guy inside me finally had enough and wanted me to cowboy up
for a change. Or more likely Jane Hudson wasn't anything worth crying
about.

I felt dead inside.

That's what it was. I thought I was in love...again. Every time I had
sex with somebody I was in love. Where did that come from? How many
people had I said 'I love you' to, or heard it from? I tried to
remember, but it seemed like everyone. If not out loud, then in my head
for sure, I thought. Sex equals love? How many times had I been warned
about that lie? Every time I watched Oprah, I thought with a giggle,
and Sherry looked at me.

I grabbed another beer, just to save me the trip later. I was
definitely in guy mode, I thought with a grin. "Why's your sister
so fucked up?" I asked Sherry, climbing into the hot tub and not
caring that she could stare at my pussy all she wanted.

"Why do you care?" Sherry shrugged.

"I don't." I took a drink of my beer and settled back in the hot
water, actually enjoying the bubbles that sprayed all around me.

"Do you want to fuck me?" Sherry asked and I could feel her toes
against my calf.

"No." I sighed. "I just want to go home."

"Come on." Sherry said softly and she gave me a little smile,
sliding over to sit close to me. "It's not that bad. We just want
to have a little fun, that's all. It doesn't mean anything."

"She said she was my girlfriend." I admitted, not really wanting
too, but it just came out.

Sherry was rubbing my leg under the water slowly, but I didn't care
what she did. It was easier to let her do it than to try and stop her,
or so I told myself. Part of me did want to fuck her, as if that would
be some sort of punishment or something, but another part of me
wondered how anyone could have sex with someone they didn't like.

"She can be your girlfriend." Sherry said softly, "I won't
mind."

"What does that mean?" I stared at her. "I just don't
understand anything anymore. Like you have two boyfriends, but
they're in there having sex with your sister right now. And she might
be my girlfriend and you're trying to have sex with me?"

"It's just sex." Sherry laughed. "Why are you so uptight?"
She pushed me a little. "Turn around, you just need a backrub or
something." I let her turn me so she could massage my shoulders and
it did feel good, I had to admit. I drank my beer while she went to
work on my back.

"Wow, you're all tense!" Sherry dug her fingers into my muscles,
working them back and forth and bringing little grunts out of me.
"You got scratched up too, huh." Sherry clucked her tongue.

Sherry wrapped her legs around my waist from behind, pulling my back
against her large firm breasts, and she reached around me, feeling my
stomach and tits, massaging me gently. Sherry's chin was on my
shoulder so that her mouth was next to my left ear.

"Jane just needs sex, that's all." Sherry whispered. "She wants
you too though. She doesn't want Mark or David, she wants you."

"Then why is she in there with them?" I asked, drinking my beer and
ignoring the way Sherry's fingers felt as they played with my hard
nipples.

"Maybe she thinks it's what you want." Sherry tongue played
across my ear lightly.

"More like what you want." I frowned. "She's completely
different when we're alone together."

"She's got a crush on you." Sherry giggled softly, ignoring what
I'd said completely. "She'll do anything you want her to."

"No she won't!" I laughed, finishing my beer and setting it down
on the edge of the hot tub carefully. I was a little buzzed, I thought,
from drinking two beers so quickly, but I reached for my third anyway
and took a big swallow.

"Yes she will." Sherry promised. "Don't believe me? Try it,
Mark and David won't get mad, I swear."

"Yeah right." I shook my head.

"Suit yourself." Sherry was smiling and she hugged me tighter.
"But there's nothing to be mad about."

"Goddamn right." Mark laughed, walking in with his cock long and
wet and semi-hard. He climbed into the hot tub as Jane and then David
followed.

Mark slid close to Sherry, while I turned back around, sitting to her
left. Jane stepped in and I could see thin whitish sperm running out of
her raw pink sex. She moved close to me, putting her arms around me and
kissing me on the cheek.

"Are you mad at me?" Jane asked softly, while David climbed in
last, sitting between Mark and Jane, but a lot closer to Jane than his
brother.

"No." I shook my head. "I just..." I shrugged.

"She's confused." Sherry kissed my cheek and hugged me as well.
"She doesn't know why you want to have sex with Mark and David."

"No, that's not..." I started to protest, just because it made me
embarrassed to hear her saying that.

""Aw hell, Ann, all you had to do was say something." David said.

"I did." I stared at him.

"I won't do it anymore." Jane said quietly. "I'm sorry."

"Well, that was..." David looked guilty. "I thought you were
kidding."

"What do you want?" I looked at Jane wondering if she ever had a
thought she could call her own. I mean I had troubles of my own, sure,
but at least they were mine. Jane was...I don't know what Jane was;
she was retarded or something, except I knew she wasn't. So why was
she acting like it?

"I want to be with you." She said.

I drained my beer, drinking the last half of it quickly and feeling my
head spin a little. "I'm gay." I said.

"You need another one, Ann?" David was getting out for more beer.

"Just drag that cooler in here, bro." Mark said.

"I'm gay too." Jane looked at me.

"No, I mean I'm a guy." I blinked, knowing I wasn't making
sense and not even sure what I was trying to say.

"Inside." Mark looked at Jane and nodded seriously.

"I don't care." Jane shrugged. "I've been in love with you
since the tenth grade." She smiled and looked down shyly.

I almost choked, laughing sharply. "What? When you were in tenth
grade, I was..." I had to count on my fingers and David interrupted
me, handing me another Rainier beer.

"Eleven..." Mark laughed.

"Eleven what?" David wondered, getting back in the tub.

"Yeah, 11 or something." I looked at Jane. "You had a crush on me
when I was in the sixth grade?"

"I told you." Sherry laughed in my ear, but mostly she was content
to listen.

"I had a crush once..." Mark started talking and I ignored him.

"Well, yeah." Jane giggled. "I guess so. That was when Sherry
started going out with David."

"Mark." Sherry corrected her sister. "David was later."

Jane smiled and nodded. "Anyway, I just really want to be with you,
okay? If you don't want me then..." Her hands fluttered.

"Don't be such a bitch, Ann." David chuckled. "All she ever
talks about is you."

"I'm not a bitch." I protested weakly. "I'm just..."

"Right." Mark held his beer up like he was toasting me. "She's
just old fashioned!" And he thought that was funny as hell.

"I just want to understand, that's all." I was talking to myself,
I thought.

"Drink more." David suggested.

Jane slipped her hand down to press against my tummy, stroking me under
the water. "I wish I knew what to say." She sighed and I started to
understand that Jane might have been as frustrated with me as I was
with her.

"Truth or Dare." Sherry announced. She let go of me slowly, sliding
away so I could sit back with Jane almost in my lap.

"Yeah!" Mark gave David a high five who was reaching for a beer at
the same time. He dropped the bottle on the floor and it rolled, but
luckily it didn't break.

"Butthead." David slapped the back of Mark's neck.

"Truth or dare?" I'd seen the movie, well parts of it; I wasn't
a big Madonna fan. I'd never played the game though.

"Yeah, it's fun." Jane smiled at me.

"Maybe it'll help you figure it all out." Sherry laughed. "If
you ask the right questions."

David handed me another beer, forcing me to finish the one I had. I was
definitely feeling loose and I wasn't even mad at Sherry anymore.
I've always been really mellow when I get buzzed.

"No fag stuff." Mark looked at Sherry and especially at me.

"Unless it's girl fag stuff." David nodded.

"Whatever." I shook my head.

"And if you don't do what you gotta do you have to drink." David
added while Mark nodded. "A lot."

"I'll go first, Ann will go last, okay?" Sherry looked at me
expectantly.

"Say 'Truth or Dare'." Jane giggled, rubbing my left breast
tenderly.

"Oh!" I blinked. "Um, truth or dare?" I looked at Sherry.

"Truth." She smiled, probably thinking this was the easiest way to
help me understand without pissing people off. I wanted to figure out
her relationship with Jane, but I didn't have a clue what to ask her.

"Come on." Mark splashed me. "Ask a question already!"

"I'm thinking!" I splashed him back with a smile. "Um, have you
ever uh, forced Jane to do something? I mean like made her have sex or
something?" Jane seemed to tense up a little in my arms and I
wondered if that meant I'd asked a good question, or a bad one.

"What, you mean something she didn't want to do?" Sherry stared
at me and I nodded. "Yeah." Sherry shrugged. "When she was 13 I
made her lick my pussy." Mark and David laughed. "She didn't want
to. I had to hit her, you know, wrestle her down and make her do it.
And the next day and the day after that." Sherry had a curious gleam
in her eyes and her lips curled slightly upward, like a secret smile.
"Until finally she just did it all by herself."

Mark and David had enjoyed Sherry's little truth, but it had knocked
the wind out of me a little. She'd just confessed to raping her
little sister, for all intents and purposes, and I looked down at
Jane's angelic face and she just nodded slightly, admitting it was
true.

"She always gets what she wants." Jane sighed.

"My turn!" Mark grinned.

Sherry looked at him. "Truth or..."

"Dare!" Mark was nodding his head. "Oh yeah, dare me...I dare
ya!"

"Okay." Sherry laughed. "I dare you to kisssssss..." Sherry
dragged the word out as she looked around at us.

"No fag stuff!" David warned her.

"...Ann!" Sherry pointed at me happily.

"What?" I should have expected it probably.

"A real kiss too, like tongue and everything, Mark!" Sherry was
telling him.

He couldn't do it, I was pretty sure. He wouldn't want to, his
feelings on the subject of incest were pretty clear after the fight
he'd had with my brothers. Besides, chugging a beer wasn't gonna be
a big penalty to him anyway.

"Uh, okay." Mark shrugged and slid across the tub towards me.

"You gonna kiss her, man?" David stared at Mark, a little surprised
it looked like.

"Sure, she's a girl right?" Mark glanced at David.

"You can't kiss me!" I laughed, rolling my eyes because I still
couldn't believe he was serious.

"Why not?" Mark was close to me now and while I still held Jane
tight in my arms, Mark touched his lips to mine.

"Give her a free French lesson, bro!" David had quickly gotten over
his shock, I noted distantly.

Mark kissed me nice, much more so than I might have expected, although
I don't know why. His tongue slipped between my lips and I received
it almost eagerly, playing with it as he explored my warm wet mouth. I
should resist this, part of me was thinking, but only because I
didn't want to take pleasure from anyone else while I held Jane. I
don't know how else to explain it. But at the same time I loved my
brother and incest was nothing to be ashamed of, at least for me. It
was a long kiss by anyone's standards and Sherry and David spent the
time commenting on our technique, while Jane just watched, her hands
caressing me gently.

"Shit, man, I thought you were gonna like...kiss her." David
laughed. "Not eat her freakin' tonsils, dude!"

"Yeah? You don't know, pal." Mark grinned and rubbed his mouth
with his hand. "She kisses good for a guy."

I was blushing a little, because I had liked it a lot and the
combination of kissing my brother and hugging Jane and the beer and the
hot steaming water was all making me incredibly hot inside and out.

"Dare me then!" David chuckled. "My turn, I want a dare!" he
was clearly expecting to get to kiss me too.

"Okay, um, I dare you to kiss Ann..." he grinned at his brother.
"...on her pussy! Bwaaahaa!" he practically screamed, making a face
and turning at me so he could see my reaction too.

David sort of blinked and looked up like he had to think about it for a
minute, but for me there was no thought necessary.

"No." I told them. "I don't like it."

"Don't like it?" Mark stared at me. "All girls like it!" He
laughed and looked at Sherry. "Right? All girls like it?"

"All the girls I know." Sherry laughed.

"If she doesn't want to do it..." Jane sat up a little, defending
me.

"I'm not a girl." I shook my head. "If he wants to suck my dick
I'll go get it, but I'm not a girl. He can't kiss my pussy."

"That's crazy, man!" Mark was rolling his eyes.

"Come on, just a quick one Ann." David had decided to go for it.
"I won't bite or nothin' I promise."

"If you don't do it, you gotta drink. Both of you." Mark said.

"It's not my fault!" David protested.

"I'll get my dildo." I started getting up slowly.

"I ain't kissing no dick." David shook his head.

"Well you ain't kissing my pussy either." I was half out of the
water. I wasn't a girl at all right then, with no little voices, no
urges to try it just once. I was a boy and that was that. I wondered
why I'd ever taken my strapon off in the first place.

"So drink up!" Sherry giggled. "It's the only fair thing to
do."

Mark laughed and grabbed two fresh beers out of the cooler, giving one
to David and one to me, even though we already had some. I sat back
down and Jane wrapped herself around me protectively making my heart
thump a little. Maybe she really did love me somehow.

"Awww, that ain't fair!" David frowned. "You kissed her!" He
gave Mark a dirty look.

"It was good too!" Mark grinned. "Bottoms up!"

We chugged our beers at the same time, as fast as we could and a few
seconds later my brain was reeling. I could drink a few beers, but that
was like my fifth in an hour or something. I really had to slow down, I
told myself.

"Truth or dare, Jane." David was feeling it too and he looked a
little cross-eyed for a second as he focused on Jane.

"Truth." She replied, looking at my brother.

"Uh, okay. How many guys have you fucked? In your whole entire life,
how many?" David licked his lips.

"I bet it's a lot." Mark giggled, elbowing David.

"Twelve...no thirteen..." David laughed, nudging Mark.

"More than that, dude...like way more!" David might have been
trying to embarrass Jane to get back at me, and maybe Mark was doing
the same thing, I wasn't sure, but it made me feel bad. I imagined
how I'd feel if they'd asked me that question in front of someone I
really cared about and I didn't much like it.

"Two." Jane stared at them without smiling.

"What?" David and Mark stared back at her. "Two?" He made it
seem like the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard.

"You and him." Jane nodded towards Mark.

"She's lying, man!" Mark laughed. "You gotta drink, girl!"

"She's not lying." Sherry grinned at my brothers. "You guys are
the only boys she's ever had sex with..." Sherry looked at me and
winked. "...unless Ann counts, so maybe three guys. But she doesn't
have to drink."

"I don't like guys." Jane shrugged and looked up at me. "I told
you I'm gay."

I didn't know what to say to that and I guess my brothers didn't
either. They probably should have been a little proud, considering how
popular Jane was with the boys around town. But it was probably a
little hard on their egos too, since Jane had basically just told them
that she didn't like them very much.

"Oh you like it just fine when we do it!" David leaned back,
spreading his arms like he knew the real story.

Jane just made a little face like he could believe whatever he wanted.
"You asked." She said, teasing him a little, and it made me smile.

"Your turn, Ann." Sherry slid closer to Mark, giving him a little
comfort while David just shook his head.

"Truth or dare?" Jane gave me an impish smile.

"Um, truth." I said, even though I really wanted to know what she
might have dared me to do.

"Who's your girlfriend at school?" Jane asked after a moment's
hesitation. She'd glanced at Sherry though, very briefly, but I'd
caught it and if I hadn't known better I might have thought Sherry
had told Jane what to ask me if she got the chance.

I bit my lip, wondering what I should say. I could always chug another
beer, but my body gave a tiny shudder at the thought. I didn't really
want to lie though, not to Jane, but maybe that was what I had to do. I
mean, Miss Haven had never hurt anyone in her life and if I told
someone, or 4 someones in this case, it might come out and that
wouldn't be right at all. I could take chances with my life, but
someone else's? I guessed that wouldn't make me much of a man,
would it, I told myself, thinking of Coach for some reason.

"I don't have one." I said maybe 10 full seconds after Jane had
asked me. "I was, uh, fingering myself." I said, blushing a little
more because I was lying than I was embarrassing myself.

"You're lying." Sherry said softly, giving me a sly look. "You
don't like your pussy, remember?"

"Yeah!" David sat up suddenly. "You're a guy! Drink up!"

"I, uh..." I struggled to find something to say, but it was kind of
hard to believe that I'd fingered myself so much my hand had reeked
of girl juice. Especially after my little fit over letting David kiss
my pussy.

"Drink! Drink! Drink!" Mark had already retrieved another beer and
handed it to me.

Sherry saw the look on my face and giggled. "You should have told us
the truth, Ann." She could afford to be happy, I thought to myself,
she and her sister had hardly drank anything.

"I'm uh, sorry." I looked down at Jane, she had her cheek against
the tops of my breasts. "I can't tell anyone who she is, it
wouldn't be..."

"It's okay." Jane said softly, and then a moment later..."I
just wish I was her."

I chugged my beer and swore it was going to be my last. "I gotta
pee." I got up slowly, but even that was a little too fast and my
head spun a little.

"Me too, bro." David got up and then Mark was climbing out of the
hot tub as well.

"I'll keep her warm for you." Sherry giggled and moved to Jane,
wrapping the girl in her arms and kissing her wetly on the lips.

I looked at the two girls for a second, wondering if it really didn't
mean anything, like they'd said. But if sex was so unimportant why
was I so...jealous? That was it, I decided a little drunkenly,
following my brothers to the bathroom. I was jealous because Jane
should have been all mine. But I shouldn't be jealous, should I? I
mean Mark and David were my brothers, and Sherry was her sister, and I
wasn't a jealous person by nature. So what was Jane to me anyway? I
thought of Julie briefly and I wondered what I was doing.

"Why don't you guys use a tree or something?" I frowned at my
brothers as they stood on opposite sides of the toilet bowl holding
their dicks, but not pissing yet.

"Hurry up, dude." Mark said.

"I can't while you're watching!" David chuckled.

"Well, look out, cause I can." I moved between them and dropped the
seat, sitting down before they could say anything. I began to pee with
a loud rush of urine and it seemed that was all Mark needed to hear.

"Uh, I gotta go!" he bounced a little.

"Go in the bathtub." I said, laughing a little as he held his
semi-hard cock a few inches from my left shoulder.

"No way! Spread your legs..." he said, moving a little so he was in
front of me.

"Wha..." But before I could ask he was aiming a hard stream of piss
at the little opening between my thighs. I spread my legs quickly, but
it didn't matter, Mark was peeing all over the swell of my sex and
down to the top of my slit.

"Shit." David gave a little groan and half stepped, half hopped to
stand next to Mark, his own cock spraying pee across my tits at first
and then lower, down my stomach and eventually on my pussy as well.

"You ass!" I sat there staring up at my brothers who were giggling
like little kids and aiming their cocks this way and that, deliberately
covering me with piss from the tops of my thighs to my tummy.

"You're kinda hot like that, sis." Mark said.

"This so weird!" David laughed.

I laughed too, despite my anger and disgust at what they were doing. I
was pretty buzzed and for some reason getting pissed on wasn't such a
big deal. It would just wash off, I told myself, besides it didn't
really feel bad or anything. In fact it was warm, since the air felt so
cool after getting out of the Jacuzzi.

My brothers had a lot of pee too, more than me anyway and we were all
giggling, messing up their aim even more. "Here, you guys are
drunk." I reached up and took Mark's penis in my left hand and
David's in my right, pointing them awkwardly where I thought they
should point. That just got more pee on my boobs though and I shook my
head, trying to clear it.

"You're drunk too!" Mark laughed. His cock was growing in my hand
as the stream of urine slowed.

"You like it, huh?" David grinned. His cock was thickening as well
and I found myself massaging their cocks slowly, rubbing my hand up and
down over the silky smooth skin.

"That feels good." Mark sighed.

"No doubt." David agreed.

I giggled, remembering recent events. "I thought you guys weren't
into incest." I leaned forward, giving Mark's cockhead a lick of my
tongue. It was wet with piss, but I didn't care, it didn't taste
like anything and his penis was long and hard now, heavy in my small
hand.

"Yeah...uh-huh..." Mark agreed, but I don't think he'd really
understood me.

"I was just pissed cause I didn't get any." David laughed and I
took his cock into my mouth, sucking three inches between the tight
round O of my lips and swirling my tongue around the smooth head.
"oh...shit!"

"They shouldn't have done it..." Mark swallowed hard. "But
uh...maybe..."

I pulled David's cock from my mouth with a wet plop and went down on
Mark's until the head banged into the back of my mouth. They were
both well hung, like all of my brothers, with a good seven inches or so
each. David's stuck straight out, more or less, while Mark's had a
little bend in it, like a banana pointing down, and that made it nice.
I swallowed and pushed my mouth down farther and it was like his big
dick was made for my throat as he slid in easily.

His balls pressed against my chin and I had my nose buried in his damp
pubic hair. He smelled like chlorine and I thought I could taste it
just a little, but probably not. The soft muscles in my throat rippled
around his shaft while I held him there for a moment and then slowly
backed off, leaving a long trail of spit dangling between us.

"Do that for me, sis...damn..." David was urging me with his hand
on my head, guiding me gently but firmly to take his cock into my
throat as I had his brother's.

I worked back and forth between them for a good 5 minutes, maybe
longer, until my throat began to feel a little sore. I still wasn't
really good at deep throating, but I was definitely learning quickly. I
played with their heavy balls, comparing them blindly with my hands as
I sucked their cocks. I was wet with a lot more than piss between my
legs by then, I could feel my pussy humming silently and my body
flushed with excitement. Sherry was probably fucking Jane right then, I
figured, while I sucked off my brothers. It was a strange, strange
night, even by my confused standards.

"Like this..." I breathed, licking my lips and pulling my
brothers' cocks together, pressing them skin to skin with my hands
trying to wrap around the both of them.

"Hey, uh..." David started protesting, but he forgot all about it
as I did my best to squeeze both of them into my cock hungry mouth at
the same time.

"Oh man, that feels weird..." Mark laughed a little nervously maybe
and glanced at David.

I just watched their faces and felt a rush of excitement fill my
breasts. I worked my mouth over and around them, jerking their cocks
together as if they were one. It was hot seeing those two hard
erections just touching each other and I was seriously glad they were
letting me do it.

Both of them were leaking precum like crazy and I rubbed it with my
hand, smearing it across both of their cockheads and along the shafts.
They were dark and glistening and pulsing in my hands and I wondered if
I could make them cum together and how good that would be. I felt my
clit aching for a touch and my nipples were itching like crazy.

"Play with my tits..." I breathed loudly. "...My nipples...touch
me..." And as I felt Mark take my left breast in his hand, and David
reached down to fondle my right, I gave a little shiver of pleasure.
This was boy sex, I thought, rubbing those two thick cocks together and
sucking them, I was so queer!

"See? I told you she'd figure it out." Sherry was chuckling from
behind my brothers, though I couldn't really see her, or Jane whom
she must have been talking to. "I bet she'd love to get fucked
right now."

I felt a little flush of embarrassment maybe, but not much. Whatever
Sherry thought of me, I didn't care, and Jane would understand right?
Or maybe there wasn't anything to understand, but my 14 year old
brain just couldn't make that leap. I did feel more than a little
like a hypocrite though, having sex with my brothers just an hour or
two after I'd gotten pissed because they'd fucked Jane. There was
something wrong with me, I decided, and that made me giggle a little as
I slid my brother's cocks wetly across my face, licking and kissing
underneath to their balls.

Jane had been saying something softly to her sister and Sherry laughed
lightly. "Yeah, go get it." She said.

"Look at you guys!" Sherry slipped close to Mark, grabbing him a
little and peering around his body to see what I was doing close up.
"You guys should fuck her."

I was bent way over, with my head turned to the side upward as much as
I could, working my eager mouth around their balls. I tickled them with
my tongue and pulled them gently between my lips, spitting them back
out shiny with spit and hungry for the next one.

"She doesn't like it..." David massaged my scalp with his
fingers.

"I bet she's still a virgin...." Sherry said thoughtfully,
dropping down to her knees so her face was close to mine as I went back
to sucking my brothers' cocks. "You just need a good fuck,
that'll sort everything out!" She giggled.

I was trying to squeeze both of their cocks into my mouth, but I could
only get Mark's inside and David's just slid around my lips and
cheek as I jerked them slowly in my hands. "No..." I said, pulling
my mouth away and taking a deep breath. "...I don't want it."

I was sort of annoyed at Sherry for intruding on my little fantasy like
that, reminding me that I didn't really have a dick at all. I'd
seriously forgotten that for a few minutes there.

Sherry leaned in, sliding her hand under David's and pulling my mouth
to hers. She kissed me hard and deep while my brother's watched,
laughing as I squeezed their rock hard cocks. I moaned into the
girl's mouth as she worked her tongue over mine, making soft wet
noises as she found my mouth filled with spit and precum.

"Come on, suck it some more!" Mark said, getting impatient. He was
thrusting his pelvis slightly and David started doing the same thing,
giggling as they moved like Siamese twins joined at the hips. Their
cocks slid through my hands and poked against our faces as Sherry and I
kissed.

When Sherry pulled away I felt dizzy and I panted with lust, wondering
how she could make me feel so good with just a kiss. I really didn't
want to like her, but I couldn't help it. All night long I'd been
trying to be pissed and failing. I tried to imagine what it must have
been like for Jane when Sherry had forced her to have sex that first
time. It must have been kinda the same, but a hundred times worse too.

"I really want to see your brothers fuck you." Sherry was breathing
hard too.

"I can't." I told her, turning my face back to my brothers'
hard cocks. "I'm a guy." I smiled and David shoved his penis
between my lips with a soft groan.

"How about your ass, little boy?" Jane asked, her voice light and
teasing. "Do you need a big hard cock in your ass?"

She was behind my brothers and just to the side, standing there with my
strapon around her hips, stroking it lewdly and grinning at me. Big as
it was, that bathroom was definitely getting crowded, I thought with a
muffled laugh.

"Here...get up a little..." Jane slipped forward, and reached down
behind me, pulling at my hip so I'd get off the toilet finally. That
was good too, because my legs were sorta falling asleep.

It was like piling into a telephone booth or something, and everyone
was laughing and complaining as we got ourselves worked around so I
could more or less stand with my legs spread, bending over to hold my
brothers' cocks as they stood in front of me. Jane was behind me,
rubbing something all over the dildo and then fingering my ass with
cool slippery fingers.

"KY Jelly..." She grinned. "Never leave home without it!" and I
gasped as she shoved a finger deep into my anus, twisting it around.
"You've been fucked before, huh!" Her tone reminded me of the
Jane I knew from the library, and on the phone, cheerful and crude and
full of mischief. "Bad boy!" she giggled.

"Yeah..." I moaned and took Mark between my lips, letting go of
David's penis so I could deep throat him.

"Ready?" Jane had pulled her finger from my ass, now good and
slippery. I felt my tummy churning with excitement, almost desperate to
feel that big thick cock in my ass.

I was sucking Mark greedily, working him in and out of my mouth while
he moved his hands down to hold my small firm breasts, squeezing them
hard as he fucked my face. Jane rubbed the bulbous head of the dildo
across the tight little pucker of my anus and began pushing it inside
me, leaning her body into it as I braced myself, feeling my ass muscles
forced rudely apart. It was a dull burning, but not so bad and I
thanked God that she'd brought some of that KY stuff.

"Mmmphhh..." I was groaning loudly around Mark's dick and holding
David's in my right hand, jerking him off while Jane worked her fake
penis deeper and deeper into my ass. It was good like that, having
three cocks at once and I switched between Mark and David every few
seconds, sucking them for a few deep strokes, and then going to the
other for more of the same.

Jane held my hips, finding a good rhythm and pulling me back to meet
her thrusts. My ass was throbbing and there was some discomfort, but
mostly it was incredible, feeling that thickness stretching me, and
rubbing against the walls of my sex though the thin bit of flesh that
separated them. It was almost like there was something in my pussy, but
not quite, and that was good enough. I was being fucked good and hard
by Jane and just that thought alone was enough to bring me to the edge
of orgasm. With my brothers' cocks in my mouth and hands, it was
inevitable, and I was sucking them like I was possessed, slobbering and
moaning, rubbing their wet dicks all around me face as if I didn't
even have the patience to suck them properly.

Mark and David had cum a couple times already that night and they were
half-drunk as well, giving my two older brothers plenty of stamina. But
this was an experience beyond anything they'd ever dreamt, I was
sure. Mouth fucking their sister while another girl fucked her in the
ass. It wasn't long before first David and then Mark were warning us
that they were about to cum. I was close too, my head spinning as my
body seemed to throb with every deep stroke of Jane's cock. I was
bouncing on my heels, rocking back to meet her, driving myself into a
frenzy of sexual need. I had to cum, I wanted it more than anything,
and it was so close!

I pulled Mark and David together again, pressing their cock flesh hard
to each other and stroking them as one while I licked and kissed the
heads. David groaned loudly, his hands on my head, clutching my mouth
to their cocks as he erupted with a sudden hot jet of sperm into my
open mouth. His cock spasmed quickly, and his cum was shooting out
rapidly when Mark started cumming as well. His seed splashed across my
face, over my nose and cheeks before I could get my mouth over it,
sucking greedily and savoring the taste and texture as it filled my
mouth.

My own orgasm came a few seconds later, as I bathed in my brothers'
juices, swallowing their semen and gasping for air. My ass tensed
around Jane's cock, as if trying to keep her deep in my tight hot
hole. My sex burned and the walls of my pussy just seemed to collapse,
as if seeking something to hold onto, my heart was pounding and my
knees felt rubbery. Great waves of pleasure rolled over me and I
shivered as I finally lost control, surrendering to my orgasm and
holding onto my brothers' cocks like they were a lifeline. It was a
glorious cum and somewhere in the middle of it Jane had slowed her
hips, no longer pounding my ass, but working the dildo in and out of me
with long deep strokes that felt wonderful and made it even better for
me.

My brothers were panting and laughing, congratulating each other on
their newest conquest. I casually sucked their cocks for a few minutes
more, gathering the remains of their cum and swallowing it, until they
decided to get more beer and relax in the hot tub.

"What about me?" Sherry looked at them petulantly. She'd been
watching us, sitting on the edge of the bathtub and rubbing her sex.

"Don't worry baby, we'll make you feel good!" Mark pulled her
arm, dragging her to her feet.

"Yeah, just give us a few minutes, eh?" David laughed and rubbed
Sherry's firm round ass, slipping a finger between her cheeks.
"Your ass is mine!"

Jane pulled the dildo out of my asshole with a funny clasping sensation
as my stretched little sphincter snapped closed behind it. I
straightened up slowly, still catching my breath and stretching with a
comfortable groaning sigh.

"Do you want to take a bath?" Jane hugged me from behind, kissing
my neck and her hands rubbed my stomach and breasts.

"Yeah." I nodded, turning around so I could kiss her. I still had
cum on my face, but Jane didn't seem to mind.

A short time later we were in the bathtub. I'd locked the door and
washed my dildo in the sink while Jane had filled the big tub, it was
still filling even as we sat in the warm water. I was leaning back
against the gently rounded porcelain curve with Jane between my spread
legs. She had her back to my breasts and her head rested against my
shoulder. I wrapped my left arm around her, hugging her while my right
hand had slipped down between her thighs and I played with her pussy
slowly, exploring the soft folds with my fingertips.

"Sherry really wanted me to break your cherry." Jane said softly.

I thought about that, realizing Jane could have done it if she'd
wanted to, probably. It wasn't like I could have stopped her before
she rammed nine inches of hard molded cock up my virgin pussy. "Why
didn't you?" I asked her, remembering how Jane had told me Sherry
always gets what she wants.

"Why would I hurt you like that?" Jane seemed surprised at my
question and I felt a little bad about it, but I wasn't sure why.

"I didn't mean it like that..." I protested softly, suddenly
feeling a little unsure how I'd meant it.

Jane was quiet for a long time, 5 minutes at least, and so was I.
"Why don't you believe me when I say I love you?" Jane asked me,
her voice low and a bit shy, perhaps.

I shrugged helplessly. I'd sobered up a little, I thought, but this
was all just too deep for my poor brain. Jane was 17, I reminded
myself, feeling my own age like a weight around my neck. How much
experience did those three years between us hold? What did she know
that I didn't, I wondered, and realized it wasn't just her.
Everyone was so much different than me. Not just in age, but in every
way I could think of. I thought Jane and Sherry, even my brothers
sometimes, expected me to behave a certain way or something, to act
like everyone else they knew. But I couldn't do that. I didn't even
know who I was yet!

"I don't know what love is." I sighed and felt a little like
crying. My fingers had stopped playing with Jane's pussy and now I
just held her sex in my hand, cupping the soft flesh and hugging the
girl against me.

"I can show you." Jane said, her voice firm like she was trying to
convince both of us. "I'll be 18 in May and Sherry will be leaving,
going to college. I'll tell my parents and..."

I wasn't sure what she was talking about. "What? Tell your parents
what?"

"We can leave. I don't have to finish high school, we can go
someplace. I'll tell my parents about us, about me being gay and in
love, and we can go to Seattle or..."

I felt dizzy and all I could do was hold onto her. Jane wasn't making
real plans, she was just dreaming now, imagining some perfect world
where she could finally be free. I shushed her gently and kissed her,
rubbing my fingers slowly over her small clitoris as she gradually
forgot what she was saying and began kissing me back. I didn't
understand her, and I thought I never would, but I did believe her when
she told me she loved me. I think I even loved her too at that moment,
making love to Jane and sharing her dreams.

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