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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 2 -- Things Get Complicated
Part: 8 of 47
Universe: The Pact
Summary: Complications set in for the secretive little group created by the
Pact.  The boys stumble into a potential goldmine -- but are they biting off
more than they can chew?
Content: m-solo F-solo beast toys voy ff g-solo

The Pact:  Episode 2 -- Things Get Complicated

Chapter 8

        Meanwhile, Adele Hayes was getting what she had come to think of as
her 'weekly.'  She was knelt up as low as she could get while presenting her
cunt for Dirk's doggie dick, and was holding the base of it below the knot
between her middle and ring fingers to keep him thinking they were linked.
She'd actually gotten the knot in a couple of times, but it hurt like a
sonofabitch, so she'd learned to handle it this way...

        Adele and Rudy Hayes had dated in high school in Detroit -- and
she'd turned up pregnant as a junior, as a result.  She'd been as obnoxious
as Alyssa at her age and Rudy had dared her...  Randy was the result.  But
Rudy was a good man and a good provider and things went well for almost
thirteen years -- until Rudy somehow lost his bakery job.  Things had
spiralled downward for almost three months while Rudy hunted for work, then
suddenly he had money again -- but before Adele could wring the truth out of
him about it, he was dead!  Adele never did find out whether the drive-by
that claimed her husband's life was targeted at him or he was just
collateral damage -- but it didn't matter, since the truth wouldn't bring
him back.  Rudy's money turned out to be the result of drug deals, and Adele
had a couple of rough interviews with his business associates -- which
caused her to decide that it was time to move herself and her kids somewhere
else.

        Money was tight -- Rudy had had a life insurance policy from his job
that was luckily still in effect when he died, and the bakery management
kicked in a little extra because they felt bad about the results of letting
him go, and that got Adele the small house and a decently small mortgage,
but left nothing.  Adele took on two part-time jobs to keep things going --
and over time, both had reached the point of being almost full-time -- but
that left her with no time for her family.  Her mother had moved down from
Detroit when it became apparent that babysitters would break Adele; she had
an apartment up the street, and watched Brie regularly and Alyssa and Randy
occasionally, now that they were older.  The kids helped with the housework
-- amid loud complaints in Alyssa's case -- and Adele managed to get six or
eight hours of sleep a night -- but little else.

        Grief had kept Adele shuttered while she settled in, but sex had
been one of her major pleasures with Rudy, and she started missing it after
a few months --between the two jobs and the kids, though, there was no time
for a man-hunt.  The neighborhood was one of the poorest in town -- which is
why she was able to afford a decent house, but the denizens weren't anything
to write home about.  Her only other possible source of male companionship
-- work -- was a wash; the only male employee at the bakery was a white guy
who weighed four hundred pounds at least, and the dry cleaner was operated
by -- surprise -- a Chinese family, the only male representative of which
was aged somewhere between fifty and a hundred two...

        Enter Dirk.  Randy had raised Dirk from a puppy after a neighbor
gave the dog to him in Detroit soon after the death of his father; Adele
allowed Randy to keep the dog because he made a fine burglar alarm and
deterrent for other troublemakers.  Adele took to bringing him into her room
with her at night because he chewed things and didn't always make enough
noise when he wanted to go out to awaken Randy.  Dirk had always been
persistent about sticking his nose in a crotch -- any crotch -- from the
time he was tall enough to try; Randy and Brie probably started it when he
was tiny by sitting tailor-fashion and allowing the pup to crawl up on their
laps and rest his head in their crotches.  By the time he was grown, he was
thoroughly habituated, and everyone in the family just kneed him one to get
him to back off; even then, he would walk up to someone sitting on the couch
or a chair and drop his head in their lap to get his ears scratched.

        When Dirk reached that point where he was physically fully grown but
still a pup, he got really obnoxious, but Randy had Adele convinced that if
she had him neutered at that late date, it would keep him from being
aggressive and protective of the family -- something Adele still valued.  So
Dirk kept his balls...

        To take the edge off, Adele went out and bought a six-inch vibrator
and used it whenever things just got too rough; it wasn't great, but it was
better than nothing.  Dirk tended to get excited and whine while she used
it, but she just pushed him away.  One night, she was well along toward an
orgasm when Brie let out a yell and started crying, so Adele dropped the
vibrator on the bed and went to comfort her youngest daughter.

        When she returned, Dirk had the thing between his front paws and was
washing it thoroughly with his tongue.  Adele had to go to some effort to
wrestle it away; Dirk kept jumping up with it in his mouth and running to a
new location in the room.  Finally, she collected the thing and took it over
to sit on the edge of the bed.  Pulling up her nightgown and spreading her
legs, she prepared to put the vibrator to use -- but Dirk took two sniffs
and came barreling over to bury his head in her crotch!  "Dirk!  Bad boy!"
Adele remonstrated, pushing him back -- but it was a fight, and Dirk was
persistent -- and, worse, his tongue felt good on her puffy privates!  "God!
You're incorrigible!" Adele grunted, exasperated, when she had finally
pushed him clear and closed her legs.  "What am I going to do with you?"  To
avoid the dog, she backed herself up onto the bed and reorganized herself
with her nightie up around her armpits so she could get a hand on her itchy
nipples, then started the vibrator again.

        Adele figured that was the end of it -- but she was filling poor
Dirk's nostrils with the smell of wet pussy, and he didn't see any reason at
all to abstain, especially once Adele got the vibe going and started
seriously lubricating and rising toward orgasm!  He put up with things for
about ninety seconds -- long enough for Adele to reach the point where
nothing in this world was more important than her release -- then, fed up,
he leaped onto the bed and crawled forward until his muzzle was in the
puffy, oozing gash just below where Adele's busy fingers were helping the
vibrator overload her clitoris!

        For Adele, orgasm was right there, in sight -- and she didn't have
the energy or available attention to push the determined dog away.  Then his
tongue lashed out and shot straight into her vaginal opening and Adele was
rendered powerless to stop him by the incredible sensations!  The vibrator
went flying, somewhere, unheeded, as Adele erupted in a powerful quake, the
likes of which she hadn't enjoyed in a long while...

        When it was over, of course, she pushed him away and spent some time
being ashamed and disgusted, but it had been good -- damned good!  It took
her twenty minutes to find the vibrator and clean it and put it away, then
she went to bed.

        It was three days later before she discovered that the vibrator was
broken.  She faced major frustration as she tended to lose control of her
fingers during masturbation when orgasm hovered close.  Nonetheless, she set
out to satisfy herself with her fingers.

        It was miserable.  She would reach a point where orgasm was in
sight, then she would go rigid, panting -- and it would slip away because
her hands wouldn't answer the commands she gave them.  Instead, they would
jerk and freeze, jerk and freeze...  She nearly cut her labia on a
fingernail during one close call.  The orgasm would prove elusive; by the
time she got control again, it was gone.

        By the third pass anticipation of failure made it a self-fulfilling
prophecy; she found herself teetering on the brink -- just beyond the point
where her satisfaction was inevitable -- her fingers a blur on her clitoris
while she grunted and whined in frustration.

        There was a thump, and the door flew open; before Adele quite knew
what was happening, Dirk was on the bed with his nose buried in her crotch!
She tried to push him away, but wide laps from his tongue were exciting the
nerves from her perineum to her clitoris; she went from pushing at his head
to holding it to clutching it as the orgasm she had been so long denied
rushed at her like a freight train!  "OOOOOOGAAAAAWWDDD!!!" she wailed, her
body stiffening and her eyes rolling up as she shook and shuddered her way
through a powerful orgasm.  Dirk's tongue kept digging, washing her channel
and delving into her vaginal opening; before she really got control of
herself, she was halfway to her second release of the evening!  Pushing away
the source of all that pleasure didn't even occur to her, in her fevered
state; she allowed him to once again lick her to ecstasy before slumping
back, exhausted.

        This time, Dirk let her weakened hands push his head away; he stood
and walked up beside her on the bed, panting and grinning a big doggy grin.
Adele ruffled his fur and petted him, murmuring, "I really can't let you do
that..."  At that point, she became aware of the shocking pink and
bloodshot-looking length of his penis extending from his sheath and waving
below his belly.  "Oh, no!  You keep THAT to yourself!" she told him, waving
a finger before his nose.  "I'm nobody's bitch!"  Dirk just panted and
grinned, his tongue lolling.  In a couple of minutes, Adele got up the
energy to go pull the door almost closed -- allowing Dirk to get out if he
needed to -- then she crawled back into bed and fell asleep, Dirk curled up
beside her on top of the blankets.

        The next few days were spent in 'I'll wait until I get a new
vibrator' mode -- but it didn't happen; her work schedule precluded it.  By
the end of the week, her frustration level was high enough that she was
snapping at people, so on Saturday night, she prepared to try something
different, after first ensuring that the door to her room was solidly
closed.

        This time, she knelt up on the bed, hoping that when the time came
having to maintain her position would allow her some control over her body;
when she'd had sex with Rudy, this position didn't seem to allow her to
freeze as much.  She took her time, bringing her arousal up slowly, moving
the one hand the position allowed her over her mons and arousing herself to
a state that left her inner and outer labia with a pink, puffy overlay of
flushed color on their tawny chocolate surfaces.

        And then the scratching and whining at the door began.

        "Dirk!  Dammit!  Cut that out!"  Frustrated and irritated, she tried
to talk to the dog -- which, of course, was a wasted effort.  Finally, she
got up, threw on a robe, and went to collect the errant dog.

        Dirk almost knocked her down -- and he nearly killed them both on
the stairs, ducking between her legs as she tried to control him by holding
onto his collar.  He kept dancing and twisting her arm -- and when she tried
to shift grips, he would dive in under her robe and attack her crotch.

        Finally, she got him downstairs and put him in Randy's room, then
trudged upstairs.  The only thing that kept the interruption from ruining
things totally was Dirk's periodic attacks on her mons with his tongue,
which kept her going, somewhat.

        Fifteen minutes later, she was approaching the point where she left
off -- when the bedroom door banged open, hit the wall, and banged closed --
and a furry body shot the gap and sprang onto the bed!  Dirk had convinced
Randy to let him out, after which Randy, unaware that his mother had placed
Dirk in his room for a reason, didn't bother to close him back up in his
bedroom...

        Adele found herself ineffectually waving her hand before her crotch,
blindly trying to fend Dirk off -- but Dirk could see what he was doing, and
he wasn't to be denied.  Dirk bored in and pounded the target again and
again with his long, supple tongue, and the hand waving became weaker and
weaker and eventually stopped; Adele put her head on her crossed arms and
sank lower onto her haunches, giving the dog free rein.

        It was good -- no, it was great -- no, it was STUPENDOUS!  Adele
grabbed her pillow and buried her face in it to muffle the screams of joy
Dirk's omnipresent tongue drew from her.  The first cum led directly to a
second, then, after a short delay, to a third.  Adele, exhausted, thought to
try to do something to escape the ecstasy that was becoming too intense to
bear when Dirk's forepaws circled her waist and something with a half-
familiar feel started poking her all over her crotch!

        'He couldn't be!' Adele reached under her with one hand to be sure
-- and her fingers and palm made a channel that Dirk's cock slid along,
right into her vagina!  Adele's eyes popped; Dirk put one hind leg on the
back of each of her knees and proceeded to make like a canine jackhammer in
Adele's unprepared snatch!  It was a race, but Adele was already well-
prepared; shock waves from her first cock-induced orgasm in nearly two years
overwhelmed her just before Dirk froze in place and squirted a quart of
runny dog-cum into her quaking cunt.

        Adele spent three days shifting back and forth between joy and
horror -- she'd been fucked by a dog!  At the end of it, she swore that it
would never happen again.  She made certain that her door was closed, even
though she did nothing to relieve herself, because she feared the temptation
that Dirk now represented.  A couple of days later, she wandered out and
acquired another vibrator -- and that night, she closeted herself in her
room to try it out.

        Dirk let her know in no uncertain terms that she wasn't going to get
away with it.  Two minutes after she got started, he was at the door,
scratching and whining.  Adele tried to ride it out, but he started barking,
and she had to go take care of him -- only her idea of 'taking care of him'
and Dirks differed widely -- he shot between her legs and into the room the
moment the door opened.  Another prolonged wrestling match got him
downstairs and into Randy's room -- and this time, she woke him and asked
him to keep Dirk penned.

        It didn't work.  She was halfway to orgasm when Dirk started HOWLING
-- something he'd NEVER done!  He woke the whole house up!  Adele finally
yelled downstairs to Randy to let him out -- and Dirk made a beeline
upstairs, not stopping until he was standing on Adele's bed!  Adele had to
make the rounds, putting the girls back to bed and getting everyone quieted
down -- an exercise that took thirty minutes, at least -- and Dirk followed
her everywhere, letting her know that as long as she was 'in heat', she
wasn't going to get rid of him!

        When things were finally quiet, she capitulated, using the vibrator,
but allowing Dirk to use his tongue to his heart's content.  She stayed
prone, thus avoiding another fucking, but Dirk seemed okay with that...

        And so it went.  Over time, Dirk's tongue became Adele's primary
instrument of satisfaction.  Adele eventually broke down and let him fuck
her again -- which didn't go that well until she discovered the knot trick.
About a year ago, Dirk throttled back some, and occasionally let her alone
-- something she attributed to him getting older...

        Tonight, though, was a command performance; Adele was knelt up,
holding Dirk's cock gently behind the knot, and Dirk was pounding away,
giving her the full treatment.  Adele noticed that he was less enthusiastic
than usual -- but that actually helped, as she didn't have to worry about
being jammed into the headboard.  Dirk's tongue and her vibrator had gotten
her thoroughly prepared by giving her a starter orgasm; now, she was looking
for the type that came only from a cock...  "C'mon, Dirk!  Pound your bitch!
Uuh!  Yeah, Baby!  Keep it coming!" Adele cajoled quietly.  Slowly, her
field of vision got red, then went white, and sparks burst in front of her
eyes as the only lover she'd had in years brought her home...

        "Dirk the wonder dog does it again!" Toby chuckled, as Adele flopped
forward, dog cum drooling from her thoroughly pounded snatch.  "Damn --
who'd have ever believed it?"  On screen, Dirk hopped off the bed and lay
down in the corner to lick himself clean.  Adele didn't move for a bit, but
then she got up and put on a robe and went out -- ostensibly to clean up.
Dirk followed her out and the camera shut down.  Toby stripped the contents
of the feed from the camera's storage, downloading it to his machine and
copying it to a DVD.  Adele Hayes was going to be seeing new and different
dicks, real soon...

                       ----------------------------------

        Randy Hayes listened to Mama's heavy footsteps as she made her late
trip to the bathroom for a shower, more or less accompanied by the click of
Dirk's nails on the hall flooring.  These trips were a sometimes thing; Mama
didn't make this particular run every night, but when she did, Randy knew
that she would settle down after -- and that was a welcome thought.  The
bedroom above him resounded with the usual thumps, crashes and bangs,
accompanied by high-pitched feminine giggles; Sissy and her girlfriends were
still very much at it.  In a couple of minutes, Dirk wandered in through the
open door of Randy's room and flopped down to rest for a while -- something
else not unusual.

        Twenty minutes later, Mama was back in her bedroom and things
settled down -- for about ten minutes.  Then someone came down the stairs,
calling, "Di-irk!  Oh, Di-irk!" while giggling quietly.  Randy lay with one
eye open long enough to discover that it was Tabitha when she stuck her head
in the door and continued cajoling the dog in whispers.  Randy watched
through eyes narrowed to slits as Dirk hemmed and hawed and finally decided
that wandering off with the chunky bitch might be fun.

        Randy waited a good ten minutes after he could hear the click of
Dirk's nails on the floor above amidst various feminine squeals and giggles
and more thumping around before he got up and cautiously headed out to the
living room and the computer.  Thus, he missed his little sister Brie doing
her banister slide and secreting herself in the linen closet...

        The computer was always on, so he didn't have to worry about startup
noises; he recovered the IP address for the camera website from where it was
hidden in plain sight on a crowded sheet of notepaper beside the computer;
of the family members, only he was smart enough to know that inside the
house, the first two sets of digits were standardized and all he had to
remember were the last two.  He typed them in and the website popped up;
then he entered a password and was in.  There was a feed from Mama's room,
but it was short, and he quickly determined that it was just Mama returning
from her shower and settling in.  In the morning, he was gonna have to call
Damian and tell him that the cameras apparently weren't working right, since
Mama had been upstairs for some time before her shower and they hadn't
recorded a fucking thing...

        Sissy's room was live, though, and while there were a couple of
files there, he activated the live feed.  What he got shocked the shit out
of him!  Maddie Reyes as lying on Sissy's bed, playing with her titties and
obviously moaning in pleasure while Dirk licked at her crotch!  Holy Shit!
Randy zoomed in the camera just in time to catch the most amazing look on
the hot babe's face as she got her orgasm...

        It was too much; something about that look of unbelievable ecstasy
set Randy off and his cock spewed cum all over the insides of his
sweatpants!  "Awww, SHIT!" Randy howled, pulling the waistband away.  He
hopped up from the chair and, hunched over, waddled out to go clean himself
up.

        Brie somehow managed not to giggle -- or at least not loud enough to
be detected.  Once Randy was out of sight, she let herself out of the closet
to see the video that Randy, in his urgency, had left running on the
computer.

        It was Maddie, Sissy's girlfriend -- the one upstairs right now!
Brie could see her face and her naked titties -- and someone lowering her
cunny over it!  Where had Big Brother gotten this video!  The video was
NASTY!  Maddie was sticking her tongue up there on some girl!  The girl,
rubbing her own titties, leaned forward and the camera shifted, auto-
focusing -- and it was SISSY! EWWWWW!  On the screen, Sissy's mouth opened
-- and from upstairs came a peal of laughter.  That bothered Brie -- it
meant something... something important.  Then Dirk went dashing across
Maddie's lower chest and on the screen Sissy's face screwed up and her mouth
moved while "Dirk!  Goddammit!" drifted down from upstairs -- and Brie made
the connection!  This was live!  This stuff was going on in Sissy's room
RIGHT NOW!  OMIGAWD!  Big Brother was watching Sissy and her friends doing
lezzie stuff!  EWWWWW!  She glanced around guiltily and decided that she'd
seen enough, so she hopped down from the chair and returned to the linen
closet.

        It wasn't a moment too soon, as Randy returned almost immediately in
a pair of loose running shorts and plopped down to watch the goings on
upstairs.  "I'm gonna get me some of THAT!" he whispered gleefully to
himself as he watched Maddie suck Sissy's pussy for her until Sissy turned
almost purple and her eyes bugged and she shook and jerked out a cum.  "Even
if she doesn't get caught doing dick, Sissy needs some," Randy mused.  "I
guess if Damian wants some of Sissy, he oughta get it, after this."  Then
Tabitha knelt on the bed and mauled her own titties while Dirk licked her
pussy and her asshole and the other two girls sat watching and laughing.
Randy felt sorry for Tabitha; sure, he'd fuck her, but they'd have to hang a
pork chop around her neck to get anyone to be seen in public with her --
except Dirk, maybe -- he looked like he was thinking about fucking her...

        But Sis waved Dirk off and the girls all laughed and horsed around
some; Tabitha DID reach out at one point and touch Dirk's long, pink dick,
to gales of laughter, but Sis slapped her hand away.  Randy watched until
everybody started to settle down, then very carefully shut down the website
and erased his tracks and headed for bed.

        Brie shifted to her other peephole; Big Brother had gotten an
eyeful, and he hadn't played with that rod of his -- although it had
apparently spurted on him once -- so Brie figured she would get another
show.  She was right, too -- no sooner did Randy get back to the privacy of
his room than he shucked out of his shorts and fished under the bed for his
stiff and sticky cum rag.  Usually, in his room, he resorted to skin mags,
but he had plenty in front of his mind's eye tonight and a serious case of
anticipation!  "Oh, Man, this is gonna be GREAT!" he husked to himself while
his hand slid his foreskin up and down the shaft of his burning meat,
covering and uncovering the mushroom head.  "We got everything we need!  I'm
gonna get me some of Maddie -- maybe Tabitha, too!  Man, oh man!"

        Brie watched and listened, her fingers flying over the smoking nub
at the top of her cunny.  Big Brother snatched for his rag in no time,
unfortunately covering the head of his dick so she couldn't watch the white
goo fountain from it.  Brie loved watching that -- one of these days, she
was going to taste it, too!  Other boys had to do that stuff -- but Big
Brother was the dream.  His dick was HUGE -- well, at least, she thought it
was, having seen a couple of guys her age.  Big Brother kept on jacking
after he came, continuing to enjoy himself, and Brie fingered her cunny
until her knees went weak and fireworks exploded in her head.  When she came
back from Heaven, Big Brother was STILL jacking himself, mumbling about how
he was gonna get Sissy's girlfriends to fuck him.  For a while, it wasn't
clear to her how Big Brother intended to convince them to fuck him, but when
his ramblings mentioned recording and a couple of his friends, she got the
picture -- and became somewhat concerned.

        What Big Brother was planning on doing was obviously blackmail --
and it might not work if the girls involved didn't care if he told everybody
that they were lezzies.  It was wrong, too, but from the sound of things the
Carter brothers and that white guy that had come around today were in on it,
too, so it wasn't going to just go away if she talked to Big Brother about
it.  Besides, Brie disapproved of Sissy's activities worse than she
disapproved of blackmail; if Big Brother and his friends fucked those girls,
maybe they would come around and stop doing yucky stuff with each other --
and Sissy.

        And that brought her back to Sissy.  She knew that Sissy was making
those other girls do yucky stuff and not vice-versa -- and that meant that
Sissy needed to be fucked, too -- but Big Brother hadn't mentioned it.
Obviously, whatever they were going to do, Sissy needed to be involved...
The more she thought about it, the more important that piece of it became --
until Brie finally decided that there was no time like the present...

        She let herself out of the closet and tiptoed to Big Brother's door;
he was still playing with himself, but he looked sleepy -- she figured he
would probably go to sleep with his hand on his dick, at this rate.  She
braced herself and tapped on the door, "Big Brother?"

        "JEEZUS!"  Randy nearly had a heart attack!  Scrambling to cover
himself, he croaked, "Brie?  What are YOU doing up?"  To himself, he added,
'And why didn't I hear the stairs creak?'

        Brie entered the room, smiling shyly.  "Relax, I know what you was
doing."

        "Oh yeah?  Where did you learn THAT?" Randy asked defensively.

        "Lots of places -- mostly school," Brie replied.  "Everybody does
it, I guess.  It's more about whether you lie about it or not."

        "Well, maybe, but you shouldn't see me -- it's a private thing,"
Randy grunted.  "I don't watch you..."

        "Yeah, well," Brie plopped on the edge of the bed.  "There's worse
things."

        "Like what, Cheesecake?"

        "Like what Sissy does," Brie replied, fixing Randy with a steely
gaze.  "What she makes those other girls do is NASTY!"

        "Okay..." Randy murmured, "What do you know about it?"

        "I know she makes them lick her," Brie replied.  "And I know you
plan to do something about it."

        Randy lay there, frozen in shock; Brie spied his cum rag peeking out
from under the covers and snagged it, holding it to her nose, "Man, that
smells yummy..."

        "Brie!  Jeezus!" Randy snagged the rag and flipped it away, then
regarded her carefully.  "What are you talking about?"

        Brie thought about it, and decided that maybe mentioning the
computer might not be a good idea.  "I've been out there for a while, and
you were talking to yourself while you... did it..."

        Randy rubbed his face.  This was bad.  "I was just talking.  It was
a fantasy.  I was dreaming..."

        "No you weren't," Brie replied mildly.  "I'm not stupid.  You've got
something on them -- video -- and you were all hot about how it was going to
get you laid."

        'Oh, shit!' Randy worried.  "What do you want?"

        Brie shrugged.  "I don't care about the other girls, but Sissy is
bad.  She's the ringleader.  If anyone should be fucked, it's Sissy."

        "Ummm, I can't do that," Randy murmured.  "That's incest -- and it's
a bad thing."

        Brie shot him a determined glance.  "Give her to one of those Carter
boys, then -- that Damian, maybe.  He's cute."  She grinned.  "Or you could
REALLY freak her out and give her to that white guy, Toby!"

        Randy covered his mouth and his eyes popped.  "I can't believe
this!"

        "What?" Brie wanted to know.  "Sissy is doing nasty things to those
girls, and she needs to get punished!  And she needs to learn to play with
boys!"

        "I'll, uh, see what I can do," Randy muttered.  "Anything else?"

        "Yeah," Brie retorted, "I want that rag."

        "WHAT?"

        "It's got your, well, you-know-what on it.  I want it.  You just
told me I can't do anything with you, so I'll settle for that."

        This was the fourth or fifth shock to Randy's nervous system in a
couple of minutes; he 'went away', for a while, mumbling to himself.  When
he came back, he asked, "Do you do anything with boys?"

        "No," Brie replied.  "I'm too young.  They're too young.  But I
really want to.  I want to drink some of that white stuff.  I want to play
with one of those things, too.  Maybe..."

        "Whoa!" Randy interjected.  "Are you nuts?"

        "Oh, come on!" Brie snorted.  "Girls my age get pregnant!  I started
bleeding a couple of months back, you know..."

        "It's not something you should rush," Randy retorted.  "Wait until
you're my age, there, Cheesecake!"

        "Maybe, for fucking," Brie replied, watching her brother wince at
the word, "but doing the other stuff now won't hurt me.  You need to get one
of your friends to let me play with his pee-pee."

        "Sweetie..."

        "I'll tell Mama..."

        Randy thought he was going to rub his face off.  "I'll, uh, see what
I can do."

        Brie grinned from ear to ear.  She had him!  Mama would FREAK -- and
maybe stop the whole thing!  Big Brother would be in trouble, and his
friends would be SOOO pissed!  "I really don't want to do that, you know.
Sissy needs her lesson.  But I really, REALLY want to do this..."

        "Okay," Randy croaked.  "Take the rag.  There's... fresh... on
it..."

        "I know."  Brie grinned like a shark.  "When are you gonna do all
that stuff?" she asked.

        "I don't know," Randy replied.  "I think the plan is to get as many
of Sissy's friends involved as possible..."

        "Good idea," Brie nodded.  "I'll try to help -- I'll talk to Sissy
about seeing some of her other friends."

        "Don't do anything obvious!" Randy insisted.

        "Uh uh," Brie replied calmly.  "I won't.  But we want to help as
many of Sissy's friends as we can..."  She hopped up and went to collect the
rag, then held it to her nose and inhaled.  "So nice...  Good night!"

        "Good night," Randy croaked.  This was a total fuck-up in the works!
The only up-side was the fact that Brie thought of what they were planning
as 'helping' the other girls!  And her other demands...  Randy took almost
an hour to get to sleep.

        Brie, on the other hand, was asleep in no time, sucking Randy's rag
with her hand in her pajama panties...

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