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Subject: BOMBADIL: "Brenda - A Love Story" 3/9
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Brenda - A Love Story  [ M/f f/f ]

by Tom Bombadil  (c) Aug 1996

Chapter 3 of 9

Disclaimer:  All the standard rules apply.  If you are offended 
by explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is 
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This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions 
described by me coming straight out of my imagination.  As a work of 
fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or 
actions described, nor does it relate to any type of real events in 
my life, or known to me in the lives of any of my friends or 
relatives.

You've been warned.

In this chapter - A sister's surprise, spies, a crisis

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< The first thing that happened on Saturday was that my sister arrived.
This didn't go unnoticed.  I managed to get her to talk about the
real reason she'd come out so early.  It was nothing like what I'd 
imagined... >

**********************************************************************

Somehow I managed to crawl out of bed around ten.  It had been a long 
and rather sleepless night, with dreams of Brenda haunting me during 
the wee hours of the morning.  I'd gotten her up around midnight and 
sent her home, with a great deal of protesting from her, and not much 
real conviction on my part.  I wasn't used to sending my bedmates home 
to mama. 

Since the doorbell was what woke me, I wrapped up in a robe and went 
downstairs to answer it.  There was my baby sister Caitlin.  It was
right about then that I remembered she was supposed to be here today.
I hadn't seen her in three years, and she'd changed.  Boy, had she 
changed!  The last time I saw her, she was fourteen and just beginning 
to blossom, tall and gangly, knock-kneed, uncoordinated and tripping 
over everything.  I knew then that she'd be a real beauty, because 
she'd inherited the best genes from both our mother and father.

Now, at seventeen, she'd grown from a promise to her full 
inheritance.  I could still recognize her as my sister, but could also 
see her as an absolute beauty.  Let's see, from the top.  Her hair was 
dark, almost black, long and lustrous, currently pinned back into a 
ponytail.  Her complexion was fair and lightly tanned, with natural 
highlights around her cheeks.  Her lips were a light red, her eyes 
dark brown, large and liquid.  She'd inherited some of our father's 
height and build, standing 5'7" in her bare feet, with a long, lean 
frame, and some of mother's assets, with generous ('C' cup) breasts, a 
narrow waist, curvy hips, a tightly packed and wonderfully bouncy 
backside, and long, slender legs.  I learned later that she kept her 
figure with lots of swimming and aerobics.  She was wearing a silk 
halter top, tied off just below her breasts (no bra), and long, tight 
jeans.

She smiled, and did a slow pirouette.

"Finished gawking yet, Rich?  Are you going to invite me in, or stare
at me all day?"

I closed my mouth, blinked a few times, took a deep breath, and
croaked.  After clearing my throat, I invited her in.  I also dragged
in her three suitcases, her trunk, and her duffel bag.  She was 
travelling light.

After we exchanged greetings and hugs, I got us a couple of sodas
and we sat on the couch to talk.

"Well?"  I asked, staring pointedly at her.  This had always worked 
before, since she could never match my gaze if she was holding 
a secret.  Eventually she would just blurt it out.  It worked this 
time, too.

"You didn't buy that story, did you?"

I never even bothered to answer.  She was squirming around, looking
everywhere but at me.  I just waited.  She eventually sighed, and
stared at the floor.

"I guess if I can't tell you, then I can't tell anybody.  Will you
promise to keep this a secret?"

"Sis, I promise that whatever you tell me will remain a secret to 
everyone living in this house."  I had to throw that in, because 
somehow I knew Brenda would worm all my secrets from me, eventually.  
I considered her part of 'my' house now.  Something I hadn't 
considered, up until then, was how in hell I was going to explain
Brenda to my sister.  I somehow doubted I could keep her a secret.

"Okay.  You remember Gary Porter?  He lived over on Dove street."

"Yeah, sort of.  Wasn't he the tall skinny guy with the thick 
glasses?"

"That's him.  You'd never recognize him now.  He wears contacts,
and he's on the football and rugby teams.  He's filled out a lot.
We were going steady for a while, then he made a big stink about me
not giving him head on one date, and we broke up."

She said that so matter-of-factly, without even blushing, that I
blushed.  My baby sis talking about sex like this?  She had changed.
I continued my stare.  She was far from finished, I could tell.

"Do you really need to know the story, Richard?  It's really quite
personal and rather embarrassing."

More embarrassing than talking about not giving head to her 
ex-boyfriend?
Now we were getting to the heart of the matter, in more ways than 
one.  
I nodded.

She sighed, and took a drink.  "You remembered Gary.  Do you remember 
his little sister, Angelique?"

I shrugged.  It's been quite a while, and anyone much younger than my 
sister would have been ignored by me.

"Well, she's fourteen now, and she's the reason I'm out here now.  
You see, while I was dating Gary, I also got to know his family, 
including his sister Angie.  She was ... well, I uh ... somehow 
we ...  Oh hell, I don't even know how to say it right.  I kept going 
out with Gary only because it let me get close to her.  I don't know 
how it happened, it just did.  It's never happened to me before!"

Talking about sex with a boy wasn't embarrassing.  Talking about 
something between her and a girl was.  This had to be something 
special.

"You mean, you, and Angelique, a fourteen year old girl, got sort of
intimate?"  

"Richard, we didn't get sort of intimate."  She sighed a bit, staring
at the floor, then continued.  "We were full-blown lovers.  For three 
months."  She turned and stared at me, finally blushing.  "There.  
It's out.  You know."

"So, how come you're here?"

"After Gary and I broke up, it was a lot harder for Angie and I to 
find the time and privacy we needed.  One night her father caught us,
bare-ass naked in bed and making out.  He went ballistic.  He 
threatened to call in the police, our parents, the church, the school,
social workers, everybody.  He wanted me put away for life for
'ruining' his daughter.  I guess his wife was a little more tolerant,
or maybe a little more afraid of the stink it would cause.  She and 
Angie talked him into keeping things quiet, for their sakes, not mine, 
as long as I left town.  That's why I'm here early."

It was some shock, finding out that my sister had fallen for another
girl.  And a younger one, at that.  I thought about it for a while.

"Well?  Aren't you going to yell at me too?  Don't you think I'm
a wicked and sinful girl, just like them?  Say something!"

"Sis, if you want to fall for another girl, who am I to say you're
wrong.  It's your choice to make, not mine.  I'm certainly not going
to yell or scream or anything like that.  Besides, regardless of who
you share your bed with, you'll always be my baby sis."

She stared at me for a second, with her mouth hanging open, then
jumped into my lap and gave me a big hug and a rather un-sisterly
kiss on the lips.  I hugged back, and my cock began to stir.  Sister
or not, this was a beautiful and well-built lady squirming around
on top of me, and that kiss was rather suggestive.  I hoped it was
just an accident.  The last thing I needed right now was more
complications in my life.

"Really?"

"Yes, really.  What, did you think I'd disown you or something?
You know me better than that."

"Thanks Rich.  I needed to hear that.  You're such a wonderful 
brother!  I'm glad you don't think I'm really weird and perverted.  
It's been hard enough on me as it is."

"Sis, you're here with me now.  You know I've always been there for
you, and I always will be.  Who else knows?"

"You, me, Angie, and her mother and father."

"Our folks don't know?  Gary?"

"Nope.  Nobody else.  I guess that's why it's been so hard.  I 
couldn't even talk to mother.  It's been ... a strain."

She was on the edge of tears, I could hear it in her voice and see it
in the tension on her face.  That was something we both wanted to
avoid right now.  Let her cry later, when she was more comfortable.

"Yeah," I chuckled.  "My poor poor overstressed sis.  So many 
troubles, so much heartache, nobody loves you.  Nobody in the world 
hurts like you do, nobody else ever ..."

"Stop that!  You're teasing!  Don't!"

"At least you still have a sense of humor!  Come on, I'll show you
around the place and let you get settled in.  You even get your own
bedroom, with no sharing!"

I knew that would get to her.  Caitlin and Suzanna shared a bedroom
up until I moved out permanently, five years ago.

"A room all my own!  Why, how generous!  I was expecting to have to 
share a room with you when I got here.  Thank you."

Well, turnabout is fair play.  She REALLY got me with that comment.
I was hard as a rock, and knew she could feel it underneath her.  
After all, she was straddling my lap.  She kissed me again, on the 
lips.  I resolutely kept my mouth shut.  Gorgeous babe or not, this 
was my sister, and I was now spoken for.  

Spoken for.  That was going to take some getting used to.

"C'mon, let's go have a look at this place.  First, I want to see *my*
room.  Besides, I think you're getting a little too excited."  She
wiggled her bottom a bit, getting me even more excited.

Standing and grabbing my hand, she dragged me up the stairs.  It 
wasn't until later I found out that there were two pairs of eyes 
watching us, through the french doors, ever since my sister arrived.

I gave Caitlin the royal tour.  She liked her room, especially the
queen sized bed and walk-in closet, but hated the curtains.  Besides
being ugly, they closed off that huge, deep-set window seat.  It was,
according to her, just right for curling up in and reading.  Not
my style, but okay.  She also loved my back porch with it's unimpeded
view out over the pacific ocean, and the fact that there was a real
beach only a few minutes walk away.

Afterwards, I told her to make herself at home because I needed to
have a shower and shave and stuff.  I'd cook lunch later.


**********************************************************************

< In order to give you the full story, I'm going to have to shift
perspectives a bit.  It's the only way I can think of to let you know 
what happened over at Brenda's that day.  Especially about Vicky. 
Since a lot of the important stuff happened to other people, I'll
act like a fly on the wall, filling you in on the important bits. >

< I think I'll keep my nose out of her from now on.  You should
just be reading the story, not my idiot interjections.  Sooo... >

**********************************************************************

"Mom, what am I going to wear!" yelled Brenda from upstairs in her 
bedroom.  

Mary, her mother, walking over to the bottom of the stairs, answered 
back "Why not wear your red blouse and skirt?  You know, the one we 
got for you last fall?  As far as I know it should still fit you, 
after all you're not developing THAT fast!"

"Aw, not that one, it makes me look like a ten year-old!"  Coming from
someone who's only just turned 13, that sounded a little silly.

"All right dear, I give up." said her mother. "You've gone through 
everything else in your wardrobe.  You can wear the blue blouse and 
skirt.  I don't know what all the fuss is about though, after all, 
Richard's been over for dinner lots of times, and you've never made a 
fuss like this before.  You'd think it was a special occasion or 
something."  She laughed a bit under her breath.

"Thanks Mom!  When's Richard gonna be here?"

"I haven't checked with him yet - I've been too busy helping you and 
getting everything else ready.  Besides, you kept me up 'til 2 AM with 
all your chatter last night!  I thought I deserved a chance to sleep 
in.  I guess I better go ask him now."


Vicky, Brenda's kid sister, stuck her head out of the kitchen door and 
whispered at her mother.  "Hey, wanna know a secret?  I think 
Richard's got a girlfriend."

Mary whispered back "No, he said he doesn't have a girlfriend.  What 
makes you think he does?"

"Yeah?  Well, look out the window.  There's a girl there that looks 
like she's moving in!  She's real pretty too!"

Mary just had to look.  Yes, there she was, standing beside a cab, and 
the driver was lugging some big trunk down to Richard's place.

"Come on, Vicky, let's go see what's going on.  Now!"

The two of them made it down to Richard's back porch just as Richard 
and Caitlin were settling down on the couch.  They hid themselves, but 
continued to watch.

They saw the two talking for a while, and it looked to be personal,
because Richard blushed, then Caitlin blushed.  They watched Caitlin
jump into Richard's lap and give him a kiss on the mouth, then talk
for a while longer.  Mary could hardly contain herself when she saw
that girl kiss Richard again, squirming around on his lap.  Then,
when she dragged Richard upstairs, him obviously aroused and wearing 
not much more than his robe, she became angry.

She cautioned Vicky to keep this a secret for now, because she wanted
to talk to Brenda and Richard before deciding what to do.

**********************************************************************

< Mary had the sense to know that things weren't always what they
seemed, and wanted to wait until she had a chance to talk to me before
deciding that I was a low-life scumbag.  That's when June came over
and talked to Caitlin and found out that yes, she was indeed moving
in with me.  At least she still wanted to hear it from me before 
siccing Will onto me with a baseball bat. >

< Yes, I know.  I promise this will be the last time.  I'll keep
my two bits to myself. >

**********************************************************************

When Richard got out of the shower, Caitlin looked at him a bit 
strangely.  She said there had been a visitor.

"She was an older lady, and said her name was Mary.  She saw my
suitcases and stuff and asked if I was moving in.  It was strange.  I 
said yes, and she got a rather hard look in her eyes.  She told me to 
make sure you brought me over for dinner tonight, and to be there at 
five."

"Oh, shit."  He sat down and put his head in his hands.  It finally
dawned on him how this would look to Mary and Brenda."

"Shit, shit, shit."  That didn't make him feel any better.

"All right, Richard, what the hell is going on here?  Since I'm gonna 
be living here, you'd better let me in on your dirty little secrets.  
Are you into older ladies or something?"  She said that last bit with 
a smile and a twinkle in her eyes.

"Caitlin, remember how I promised to keep your secret within this
house?"

"Yes."  She said this quite guardedly, losing that laughing mood she'd
had a few seconds ago.

"I need you to promise the same thing.  This is very important to 
me."

"Richard, I trusted you with my big secret.  I hope I can be trusted
with yours.  I promise not to tell anyone.  Whatever it is, it must be 
pretty wicked."

He told her.  It was one of the hardest things he'd ever done.

**********************************************************************

< I guess I should let you hear my sister's little blow-up.  It's 
something I'd much rather forget.  I really don't like it when my
sister is mad at me.  And boy was she mad. >

< All right, all right!  Quit throwing things!  I'm outta here! >

**********************************************************************

"YOU WHAT!!!"  Caitlin was pacing up and down in Richard's living 
room, glaring at him every once in a while to make certain he stayed 
properly abject.

"God almighty!  I can just see it now, people asking me about my 
brother -'oh, you mean the child molester'.  Sorry, you're right, it's 
statutory rape.  They'll still put you away for ten or twenty years 
for god sake!"

She continued her pacing, and her tirade started again.

"And what about the girl, this thirteen year old 'woman' that you've 
taken to bed with you.  Have you thought about what it's going to do 
to her for the rest of her life?  God Richard, I thought you at least 
had a few brain cells active when you're horny!"

After a few more minutes of this, she finally burned off enough steam 
to sit down again.

"Sis, please, listen.  I didn't seduce her, drag her off by the hair 
or hypnotize her or anything like that.  This girl knew exactly what 
she was doing.  At times, I felt like I was the virgin little boy 
being seduced by her!  In fact, that was probably her intention from 
the beginning."

"Look, I know what I did.  If it had been any other young girl, she 
would have been sent home right away with a swat on the backside.  I 
don't have a taste for children, regardless of how this looks.  Brenda 
is not an ordinary girl.  She is more mature than many of the college 
girls I've met.  As far as the consequences go, I have thought of 
them, both for me and for her."

"I'm not asking you to forgive me, or even to understand what we did.  
Please, just give me a little slack until you meet her.  That's all 
I'm asking.  Can you do that for your 'poor brain-dead brother'?"

Richard said that last line with such a sad, woebegone expression,
Caitlin couldn't suppress a small grin.  "All right, I won't turn you 
in to the cops right away.  But you better be on your best behaviour 
from now on.  No more funny stuff!  I'll be watching you like a hawk.  
Do you understand me, Richard?"

"I believe so.  But I'm not going to make any promises that I won't 
keep."

"God, you're totally incorrigible.  I don't know what I'm gonna do 
with you."  She gave out a long sigh.  "I guess it's time to get ready 
for this dinner.  You look terrible.  You need another shower and a 
proper shave, and you look like you need a nap, too.

"True, I didn't sleep well last night.  I kept dreaming about this
perfect little lady I'd met, one who dragged me off to school with her 
so she could display me to the class in show and tell."

Caitlin let out a small laugh as she pictured the scene.  "Okay 
Richard, I think I'll let you live, at least for now.  You really 
caught me by surprise with that one.  I thought I was the only one 
carrying around deep dark secrets.  Now for the important question - 
how should I dress for this dinner.  Formal?  Casual?  Beach?  
Slutty?  Or maybe you'd prefer Little Girl?"

"None of the above.  How about as 'My Grown-up Little Sister'?"

"I'm not sure I've got an outfit for that, but I'll try.  Now you go 
jump back in the shower before you make us both late!  I've still got 
to get some of these clothes sorted out."

**********************************************************************

< Mary was now unnecessarily setting the stage for some serious 
waterworks. >

< Ouch, that hurt!  I can tell, you're peeved.  I know when I'm
not wanted any more.  You'll miss me when I'm gone. >

**********************************************************************

When Mary walked back into her house, she tried to bring back some of 
the bright and cheerful mood she'd had only a few minutes ago.  It 
didn't do much good.  'I'm just going to have to give Brenda some 
warning, that's all.' Mary thought to herself.  'But not yet.  Let her 
have a few more hours of bliss first.  I just hope I'll be able to 
keep up a facade that long.'

Will noticed the change as soon as she walked into the kitchen.  
Walking up to her, he wrapped both his arms around her and pulled her 
into his chest.  "What's wrong, honey?"

"I'm not really sure."  There was a slight quaver in her voice that 
told him she was deep-down upset.  She was not telling him the full 
truth, that was obvious.  

It definitely had something to do with her short trip to Richard's, 
and very likely involved Brenda as well.  An ugly picture started to 
form in the back of his mind, and wouldn't go away.

"Come on dear, give me a hand please.  I'd like to get an early start 
on dinner."  She slid out of his arms and started puttering around the 
kitchen.  "I think this should be an interesting evening.  Oh, and 
before I forget, we'll need an extra place setting.  Richard will be 
bringing someone else with him."


Around 4:30, Mary knew she couldn't put off talking with Brenda any 
longer.  Her daughter had been breezing around the entire house, 
apparently floating around on her own little cloud.  Even the taunts 
of her younger sister, which normally would earn some smart comebacks, 
were ignored.  Asking Will to watch things in the kitchen, she went 
upstairs to her daughter's bedroom.

"Brenda?  Brenda darling, could I talk to you for a minute please?"

"Sure mom.  How do I look?"

This was the first time today Mary actually looked at Brenda wearing 
her blue outfit.  When her dad bought it for her, just after her 
last birthday, he said it was for her next 'special occasion'.   He 
was thinking she would wear it out to a party or some other function 
that young girls attached so much importance to.  When Brenda modeled 
the outfit for her parents and her sister that night, it certainly 
didn't look much like it did today.

The blouse and skirt were both blue, a muted, medium shade rather than 
something really dark or really flashy, but the fabric itself seemed 
to have a lustre coming from deep inside, as though there was a bright 
light shining through it from behind.  The blouse was made from a 
lighter material than the skirt, but both had the same color and 
sheen.  Neither had any visible print or pattern to them.

The blouse buttoned down the front, and was supposed to tuck into the 
skirt.  Brenda had done something to the bottom edge, though, because 
it ended right at the top of the skirt.  When she moved, little bits 
of her back, sides, and tummy peeked out between the blouse and the 
top of the skirt.  It didn't lay flat on top of her breasts.  It 
puffed over and around them, suggesting the content and shape of her 
breasts, but not fully revealing them.

A tiny red porcelain rose had been attached to the collar, just under 
the left side of her jaw.  A hint of puff was there on each of the 
short sleeves, rounding the shoulders and softening the arm line, 
making the blouse look far more feminine than it normally would have.

In addition, on the front of the blouse, the seams along the buttons 
and the button holes had somehow been 'scalloped', making sure that 
the two edges wouldn't lie flat together.  There would always be a few 
small peepholes for someone to look through.  Every once in a while, 
as she moved, you could see a tiny bit of the white lacy bra she was 
wearing underneath.

The skirt had also been subtly altered.  It was now sporting a short 
slit up the left thigh that definitely wasn't there before.  The 
bottom edge of the skirt fluttered and danced every time she moved, 
hinting that more could be revealed at any time.

On her legs Brenda was wearing pale blue stockings that disappeared up
under the skirt.  Through the new slit, though, you could occasionally 
see the top of one stocking and the tiny white bow there.  Her 
low-heel shoes were also pale blue, and her nails were done in a light 
pink.  Instead of the usual loose hair or pigtails, her hair had been 
pulled back and done up into some sort of complex french braid, 
intertwined with a bright blue ribbon.  Her ears sported tiny 
sparkling blue gemstone earrings.

"Vicky did my hair, " Brenda smiled a little mischievous grin, "in 
between her bratty spells."

Mary looked very closely at her daughter as Brenda turned and pranced 
in front of her.  This was the type of innocent beauty that women all 
over the world paid vast sums of money to try and achieve, and rarely 
succeeded.  The blue ribbon showed off her strawberry blonde hair to 
perfection, the muted blue of the blouse somehow brought out the 
colours of her pink-red lips and glowing green eyes, and the slit 
skirt and stockings formed to her legs and bottom perfectly, making 
them look far more sexy than if she were naked.

"Come on mom, how do I look!?"

"Well dear, you look absolutely devastating.  I pity any man or boy 
who sees you dressed like that.  You'd have them reduced to gibbering 
simpletons in seconds."

"D'you think Richard will like it too?"

Mary gave a bit of a sigh, and sat down on the edge of Brenda's bed.
"Please dear, come over here and sit down beside me.  That's what I 
came here to talk to you about.  You see, men don't always mean what 
they say when they're talking with a pretty girl.  Their hormones do 
strange things to their brains, sometimes making it impossible for 
them to think clearly or logically.  Yes, I know we talked about this 
last night, that you've finally gotten Richard, but he may not see 
that yet.  He may still see you as a child, rather than as a woman."

"No mom, Richard and I talked about this several times.  He does love
me."

"Dear, I'm not saying that isn't true.  All I'm trying to say is that 
you shouldn't look at him as yours quite yet.  There may be facets of 
himself or his life that he's never revealed to any of us."

Suddenly, Vicky stepped in from the doorway.  She'd been secretly 
listening in on the conversation.  "Wanna know a secret?  Richard's 
already got a girlfriend."  She tried to hide her grin behind her 
hand, really having fun with this.

Brenda suddenly became very quiet and very serious.  "Vicky, how do 
you know Richard has a girlfriend?"

Vicky, looking to her mother then back at Brenda, suddenly stopped 
grinning.  She saw that her sister and mother were very serious, not 
taking this as teasing or joking, and it no longer seemed funny.

"I saw her.  She got out of a cab with a whole lot of suitcases and 
stuff, and the driver carried the stuff down the walkway to Richard's 
house.  Then she went down there too.  Me and mom saw her and Richard 
kissing in his place."

Brenda's stomach was starting to tie itself into knots.  "Mom?"

"Yes dear, we did see them.  She is moving in over there, but no, I 
didn't find out anything about her.  I told her to make sure Richard 
brought her to dinner with him, so we should be able to find out 
what's going on real soon.  Okay?"

When she didn't get any response, Mary tried again.  "I said Okay?"

This time, she got a mumbled uh-huh and a little bit of head
nodding.  That would have to do.

"All right, it's getting close to dinner time.  You two wash up, then 
meet me in the living room to greet our guests.  Shoo!"  She ushered 
them out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom.  Mary then 
turned and went downstairs to the kitchen to get a much-needed hug 
from her husband.

**********************************************************************

A while later, Richard and Caitlin were dressed and ready to go.
They both had opted for a simple look, rather than overdressing.

Richard wore a white patterned dress shirt, open at the neck, a pair 
of black dress pants, and black shoes.  This showed off his strong 
shoulders, broad chest, flat stomach and tight buns to perfection.

Caitlin had also decided to go with a simple black theme.  Black 
pumps, grey/black nylons, black panties and bra, and a 
mid-thigh-length black evening dress.  Silver earrings and a hint of 
makeup finished off the look.

Richard, taking a good long eyeful, finally realized just how grown 
up and good looking his baby sister was now.  Three extra years had 
done a lot for her.  Her breasts and hips had filled out a little, her 
stomach was a bit flatter, and her ass looked absolutely gorgeous.  
The dress was not tight, but followed all the curves nicely.  It 
showed off her firm, trim young body beautifully.  His cock also 
noticed, and he started getting hard again.

"Caitlin, you look absolutely gorgeous."

"Thanks.  You're not a bad hunk yourself, you know.  But you'd better 
watch that thing," glancing at the bulge in his crotch, "that's what's 
getting you into trouble, remember?"

Caitlin opened the door and started heading outside.  Looking at him 
over her shoulder, and giving him a little wink, she added "You know, 
if you weren't my big brother, I'd probably make a pass at you."

"Same goes for me, sis.  Now, lets go see what kind of trouble I'm 
in."

Just before they got to Mary and Will's front door, Caitlin whispered 
in Richard's ear.  "I'm getting a little scared, how about you?"

"Actually, Caitlin, I'm almost over that now.  Being scared stiff all 
day has sort of made me a little numb."

When Richard knocked on the door, Caitlin grabbed his arm and hung on 
to it for (her) moral support.

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Up in her room, watching out her window, Vicky saw Richard and the 
same girl she'd seen earlier step out from his walkway and head toward 
their place.  Running down the stairs, she shouted out "Here he comes, 
and he's bringing that girl with him!"

"All right, everybody into the living room.  Lets greet our guests
properly."  Mary started ushering Will and Brenda out of the kitchen 
in the right direction.

When they heard the knock on the door, Will was right there to open 
it.  "Hello Richard.  Won't you two please come in?"

As Richard and Caitlin started to step in, Brenda couldn't help 
staring.  There was HER Richard, walking into HER house, with an 
absolutely gorgeous lady hanging onto his arm, less that 48 hours 
after promising himself to her forever.  After what her mother and 
sister told her just a few minutes ago, it was just a bit too much.  
The emotions that had been keeping her high since yesterday suddenly 
slammed her down.  With a long wail, she burst into tears and ran 
upstairs into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

This caught everyone by surprise.  Will started heading toward the 
stairs, but Mary's hand on his arm stopped him.

"No dear, leave her alone for a while.  Please."

Turning back to the door and giving Richard a hard look, Mary finally 
asked "Well, Richard?  Aren't you going to come in and introduce us to 
this lovely lady?"

Richard's eyes were glued to the top of the stairs where Brenda 
disappeared, and he only half-heard her question.  She noticed this, 
realizing that regardless of how things looked, he did care for her 
little girl.  

Mentally pulling himself back together, he stepped into the 
living room, Caitlin still hanging onto his arm, and closed the door.

"Caitlin, these are my neighbours, Mary Dawes, her husband Will, their 
younger daughter Vicky, and the one that disappeared upstairs is their 
older daughter Brenda.  Mary, Will, Vicky, this is my baby sister, 
Caitlin."

Everything in the room seemed to freeze for a few seconds.  Will 
simply stood there with a look of concern and confusion on his face, 
glancing back and forth between Richard, Caitlin and his wife.  Mary 
still hadn't told him what was going on.  He now had some very strong 
suspicions, but she had asked him to let her take the lead in this, so 
he didn't say anything.

Vicky's jaw hung open, and she couldn't stop staring at Caitlin.
Caitlin felt this and looked at Vicky, seeing a hint of lust in the
little girl's eyes.  She blushed, not really knowing why, and looked 
away.

Mary, when what Richard said sank in, felt a sudden release of the 
tension that had been gripping her for hours.  With a small sigh, her 
knees suddenly let go and she sat down on the couch.  'Whew' she 
thought.  'That explains a few things.  Glad I kept my mouth shut over 
there.'  Aloud, breaking the silence, "So, this is your baby sister?  
You never mentioned anything about her coming out for a visit."

"Actually," Richard replied, "it was a bit of a shock to me as well.  
I'd forgotten all about her call a couple of weeks ago, what with all 
that was going on around here, and she surprised me this morning."

"Yeah.  You should have seen the look on your face when you opened the 
door and saw me standing there.  I wish I had a picture of that!  It 
was priceless!  Actually, we'd planned on me coming out here in the 
fall to go to school, but I decided I'd rather spend the summer here 
on the beach than back home.  I think it'll be a lot more fun!"

Mary's mind was churning furiously, trying to sort out her thoughts, 
and figuring out what she should do to get things straightened out.  
She decided.

"Will, why don't you take Vicky and Caitlin into the kitchen and get 
them something to drink.  You can check on dinner while you're there.  
I'd like to chat with Richard for a few minutes."

Will looked questioningly at his wife.  "Ok, but what about ..." 
glancing up the stairs.

"I think Brenda should be left alone for a little while.  It'll be 
better this way."

With that, her husband ushered Vicky and Caitlin off toward the 
kitchen, making certain he closed the door behind him.  This gave his 
wife the privacy that she had hinted at needing for her chat.  He 
didn't know what was happening, but if Richard was in any way hurting 
his daughter, he'd rip the bastard apart with his bare hands.


Richard sat on the opposite end of the couch from Mary, and simply 
waited.  The reactions of Mary and Brenda had gotten him very 
confused.  When he'd seen the look of pain in Brenda's eyes just 
before she ran upstairs, it had surprised and deeply hurt him.

"Richard, I'd like to start by apologizing to you."

"Huh?"  Talk about a brilliant response.

"When I went over to your place to tell you when to come for dinner, 
I got hit with a rather nasty shock.  After what Brenda said happened 
yesterday, I suddenly find a beautiful young lady moving in with you.  
I jumped to the obvious conclusion that you'd lied to Brenda and had a 
girlfriend moving in.  I'm sorry."

Richard sat there for a few seconds, letting this soak in.  Mary 
didn't seem to be upset about what he and her daughter had done.  Even 
stranger, she was apologizing to him for doubting him.  It took a few 
seconds for this to register properly.

Clearing his throat before saying anything, Richard paused for a few 
more seconds to consider his words.  "I don't think there's much to 
apologize for.  Looking at it like that, I'm not sure I wouldn't have 
thought the same thing.  I didn't have any time to consider other 
people's reactions to my sister moving in, since it was such a 
surprise."

"Well anyway, Richard, that's what's wrong with Brenda.  She thinks 
you lied to her.  When we're finished our talk, I think you'd better 
go up and see her.  I think she needs you."

"One thing I do need to know is how you feel about my daughter."

"Actually, Mary, I love her."  That was it.  He'd managed to say it.

She actually smiled a bit!

"Okay, so how do you feel about what happened last night?"  She was 
not going to let him have time to think about it.  She wanted an 
honest answer, not a 'correct' one.

"I'm not sorry that it happened, if that's what you're asking.  It's 
the consequences that have been haunting my mind all day."

"Were you speaking the truth in everything you told her?"

"Every word.  I don't think I could lie to her even if I wanted to."

"Good.  No, I'm not upset about what happened.  We've discussed this
before.  As long as you don't hurt my daughter, my husband and I will
trust the two of you together."  With that, Mary gave Richard another 
little smile.  "She's really much more mature than you would believe 
for a person of her age.  Actually, I'm kind of happy with her 
choice.  She could have done much worse.  The age difference is a 
problem, but we can talk about that another time."

Richard sat there for a few more seconds, feeling a bit stunned, 
having a hard time absorbing all this.  Not only was Mary not mad at 
him, but she seemed to approve of what Brenda and he had done!  It was 
one thing for them to talk about it before the fact, but now, after 
what the two of them had done last night, it seemed very odd to hear 
Mary's acceptance.

"Mary, Brenda is only thirteen.  Don't you think that's just a little 
too young for making decisions like this?  And me, I'm almost twice 
her age!"  He could hardly believe that he was arguing against Mary 
letting Brenda and him continue on.  This had to be brought up again, 
though, for his own peace of mind.

"That's true, Richard, and it will be a problem for quite some time.  
As for Brenda choosing at thirteen, that's not all that young for our 
family.  Remember, I chose Will when I was eleven.  I haven't told you 
this yet, but my mother was married at fifteen, and my sister picked 
out her future husband when she was fourteen."

"I know exactly how Brenda feels, because all the women in my family, 
except Vicky, have been through the same thing.  I will not be the one 
to break her heart by standing in her way."

"What I do want to know now is exactly how you feel about all this, 
and whether or not you think you can handle it.  If you can't handle 
it, or you aren't willing to go through with this for the long term, 
now is the time to break it off, before things go too far.  I'll give 
you a couple of minutes to think it over."

With that, Mary got up and went into the kitchen.  Things were fairly 
quiet in there, with Will and Caitlin involved in polite conversation, 
and Vicky listening to them, watching the other girl intently.  They 
both became silent as she walked in.  Will looked at her 
questioningly, and she answered back with a slight shake of her head.

After helping herself to a glass of water, she did a quick check on 
dinner, more out of a need to do something with her hands than 
anything else.  Everything was doing fine.  Will and Caitlin resumed 
their conversation when it became apparent that Mary wasn't going to 
say anything, and wasn't really paying any attention to them.  After a 
very long couple of minutes, Mary went out to the living room and sat 
back down on the couch.

Richard waited for Mary to get comfortable before he started, speaking 
slowly and carefully.  "Mary, I said that I love Brenda.  I do.  I 
want to make her happy.  I will be hers for as long as she wants me.  
I don't know what kind of person this makes me, but I have fallen 
completely in love with your daughter."

"Good.  I'm glad you spoke from your heart, rather than trying to do 
the right thing.  You'd better go up and see her.  Right now she 
probably wishes she were dead, and maybe you too.  She needs you."

"Mary, before I go, I better warn you that I told my sister 
everything.  She's a little freaked right now, and I'm surprised that 
she actually came over."

"It sounds like your sister cares about you.  I'll talk with her as 
well."

Mary stood up and pulled Richard up after her.  Shooing him off toward 
the stairs, she told him that he'd better go upstairs and see to his 
lady.

Giving out a long sigh, really happy with the way her chat with 
Richard turned out, Mary mentally braced herself for her next talk, 
one that she knew she couldn't put off.  Stepping into the kitchen, 
receiving the same questioning glance from her husband, and giving him 
the same slight negative, she asked Caitlin to come into the living 
room for a couple of minutes.  Will gave his wife a short, very 
intense questioning look.  Mary stepped out into the living room, 
preceding Caitlin, without giving him any kind of reply.

Will turned to his youngest daughter, being the only other person left 
in the kitchen.  "Well Vicky?  Do you know anything about this, or are 
you just as much in the dark as I am?"  Vicky just sat there and 
shrugged her shoulders, afraid to tell him what she thought she knew.  
She just stared at her drink, fighting her feelings, and wondering why 
her thoughts kept returning to the memory of how Caitlin looked when 
she stood in the doorway.

Out in the living room, after sitting down on the couch, Caitlin 
looked around for her brother, and, not seeing him, asked Mary where 
he had gone.

"He's gone upstairs to talk with Brenda.  It will be quite a relief 
for her to learn that you're Richard's sister."  Caitlin looked at 
Mary, looking slightly confused.  "By the way, he also told me that 
he's talked with you about what he and Brenda did last night."

A few seconds later, Caitlin found her voice again, and asked in a 
very quiet voice "You know what happened, and you still let Richard go 
up to her?  In her bedroom?  Him, alone, with your daughter?"

"Yes.  Right now Brenda needs him.  I doubt anything would happen up
there anyway.  She prefers doing things on her own terms.  When Brenda
told me that she'd gotten Richard, I was quite surprised.  I simply 
wasn't expecting it to happen this soon.  I do know how Brenda feels 
though, I felt the same way the moment I first laid eyes on my future 
husband.  Of course, I was a lot younger - all of ten at the time.  
Will still doesn't know about all the things I did to make certain he 
would be mine."

"Are you telling me that you expect Richard and your daughter to 
continue this relationship?  I mean, they were having sex!"  
Caitlin was becoming more and more confused.

"If Brenda has anything to say about it, their relationship will 
continue and grow, with all that implies.  She's told me that she is 
completely in love with Richard, and Richard has told both her and me 
that he loves her."  She looked hard at Caitlin.  "If anything were to 
pull them apart, it would break Brenda's heart, and probably Richard's
as well.  I'm not about to let that happen.  I care too much about 
them both.  I'm not certain how you feel about Richard, but separating 
them would hurt them both terribly.  I truly hope that you can 
understand this, and at least wait for a while before doing anything 
rash."  

Caitlin took a few deep breaths to steady her nerves before replying.  
"This has been a bit of a shock to me, coming out here and finding 
that my brother is now involved with a thirteen year old girl.  I 
don't know what to think.  No, I'm not going to do anything drastic 
like calling the police.  I don't think I can approve of this the same 
way you seem to, but I won't stop it.  I just hope this doesn't end in 
disaster.  I've had enough of that already."

Mary, surprised at the strength of feeling she heard in that last 
sentence, decided not to follow up on it.  Maybe later.  "Okay, I'll 
accept that."  They both got up and headed for the kitchen.  "Now, I 
think I'd better put my husband out of his misery.  He's probably 
guessed what's going on, but he's agreed to let me handle things my 
way for now."

"You mean he doesn't know about this?  Oh my god."

"It'll be ok.  Just be quiet and let me handle things."  Her talk with 
Caitlin had gone far more smoothly and quickly than Mary had expected.  
Things were looking much better.

They both walked into the kitchen.  Vicky was sitting at the table 
sipping on her drink and Will was fiddling around with the food on the 
stove.  He turned around when they came in and looked at his wife.  
She looked a lot better now than she had a while ago - most of the 
tension was gone, and she had an almost smug look on her face.  
Apparently, things were working out according to her plans.  He just 
wished he knew what they were.

"So, is dinner ready yet, honey?"

"It's been ready for a few minutes.  Now all we need are enough people 
in the kitchen to make it worth sitting down to eat."

"Okay, thanks dear.  Vicky, do you think you could help Caitlin set 
the table and get dinner served up?  Your father and I need a few 
minutes alone.  Thanks dear, I knew you wouldn't mind.  Come on 
honey."  Mary turned and walked back into the living room without 
waiting for anybody else to say anything.  Will just looked at Vicky 
and Caitlin with a raised eyebrow and followed his wife out the door.


They sat on the couch facing each other, while Mary explained 
everything that had happened, and what she expected to happen.  Will 
sat quietly through the whole thing, not interrupting, not saying 
anything.  When she was done, she sat silently, waiting for his 
response.  It wasn't quite what she'd expected.

Will leaned over and gave her a kiss, then said "OK honey, I'll trust 
you on this.  I remember a bit of what you went through.  But if 
anything goes wrong, there'll be hell to pay."  He gave a bit of a
chuckle.  "So, she got to him already.  We seem to be a very 
passionate family, don't we?"

This last sentence was a little confusing to Mary.  It was a little
out of character for her husband.  She decided to ignore it for now.


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<< End of chapter 3>>

Next chapter - making up, torture, a two sister surprise, 
               a guilt trip, their second time

(Sounds like a good excuse for a nice, long session of making up.  But 
what's this with Vicky and Caitlin.  Is there something else 
going on we should know about?  Maybe some of that history Brenda had 
hinted at?  No sex again, but then, I write stories with real people 
in them, all for my own amusement.  If it wasn't for the story, I 
wouldn't bother, and you wouldn't get the good bits.  So there.  
Nyaaah.  There's lots of good bits coming though.)





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