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Subject: BOMBADIL: "Brenda - A Love Story" X/9 (out-takes)
From: S THOMAS BUSH <stbush@iglou.com>

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

by Tom Bombadil  (c) Aug 1996

Out-takes

Disclaimer:  All the standard rules apply.  If you are offended 
by explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is 
illegal to possess such materials at your location, if you are 
under-age by law in your location, or if somebody else thinks you 
might have too much fun reading it, stop right now and remove this 
text from your computer.

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.

Note:  All the scenes for the Brenda saga, after chapter three,
were written as a disjointed series of episodes, with no particular
flow or storyline to them.  It was difficult enough to patch and
re-write those parts that fit.  The following scenes didn't.  They
were hot enough that I thought I'd throw them in anyway.


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

<<This is the original version of the scene where Caitlin first
shares Richard's bed.  It didn't properly fit the milder storyline
I ended up using.>>

It was late Wednesday night / early Thursday morning.

A loud knocking on his door woke Richard.  Checking to make certain
he was decent, he told Caitlin to come in.  She did, closing the
door behind her.  At least this time she was wearing a negligee,
short and revealing though it was.  She'd been crying.  She walked 
over and sat on the bed.

"I had a nightmare.  About Angie.  Then about Vicky.  It was 
horrible!"

She started crying again.  Richard sat up and gathered her in his 
arms.

"Please hold me.  Please.  I don't want to be alone right now."

He held her until her tears stopped, until she was almost asleep.

"Time to go back to bed now, Caitlin."

"Please hold me.  I don't want the nightmare to come back."

What could he do.  Standing her up, he pulled back the covers, then
lay back with his head on his pillow.  He opened his arms to her, and
she crawled into them, curling up against his chest and stomach.  
Pulling the covers back over them both, he hugged her to him, making 
soothing sounds for her.  She was soon asleep.  It took him a lot 
longer, holding the body that he'd stared at with such illicit lust so 
recently.

She was still there when he woke up, still sleeping, but now turned 
with her back to him, fitting into him spoon-style.

Slowly waking up, and realizing who was in bed with him, he blushed.
Somehow during the night, her negligee had ridden up almost to her 
chest.  He knew this because his right arm was curled over her waist, 
his hand resting on her bare stomach, just above her crotch, and his 
left arm was curled around her shoulder, supporting her head, with 
that hand cupping and holding her fabric-covered left breast.  That 
wasn't the worst.  Somehow his cock had slid through the opening in 
the front of his shorts.  It was now pushed up between her thighs, 
resting full-length along her pussy.  She wasn't wearing panties.  He 
was hard as a rock.

'How the hell did this happen?'

Slowly he tried to extricate himself.  First, he attempted to pull his 
cock out from between her legs.  He very gently started sliding his
hips back away from her.  At this slight movement, she moaned and 
clamped her thighs together.  He stopped and held his breath, 
terrified that she'd wake up.

When she relaxed and seemed completely asleep again, he tried once 
more.  This time it was worse.  She groaned, clamped her thighs 
together, and started rocking her hips back and forth, very slowly.  
Richard froze again.  Over the sound of his hammering heart, he could 
just make out what she was whispering in her dream.

"Ohhh, that feels good.  Don't stop.  Make it last forever.  Yes,
Angie, just like that."  There was more, but most of it was 
unintelligible, interspersed with tiny whimpers and sighs.

He tried once more to pull away, but stopped when Caitlin whimpered 
and clearly said "No Angie, please, don't go away! ...  Vicky, I need 
you!"  After a minute or two, her hips started rocking again, and the 
pleasant little sounds and words were back.  He was now too scared to 
pull back, thinking she'd wake up for sure and find them locked 
together like this.  He couldn't even pull his hand off her breast.  
Somewhere during one of his attempts to pull his cock out, she'd 
grabbed his hand.

Resigning himself to his fate, he put his head down on his pillow.

Whatever dreams she was having, they were definitely erotic.  His
cock could feel her growing moisture and heat, and feel her lower lips 
gently expanding and getting softer and damper.  Slowly but surely his
cock was spreading her lips and moving upward, eventually settling
against and rubbing across her inner meat.  He could feel a small nub,
probably her clit, nestled deep in the crack.  Despite the guilt, fear
and shame he was feeling, this was getting to him.  He felt those 
familiar twinges deep in his groin, and knew if his sister continued 
what she was doing, he'd spray semen all over the place.  He promised 
himself no matter what, he couldn't do that to her.

When the tempo of her hips increased, he knew he had to pull back.
Before he could move, her hand went down between her legs and caught
the head of his cock.  She was pulling it up tighter to her cunt!
Now he was well and truly trapped, with no way out.  If he pulled out,
she'd probably hurt him, and definitely wake up.  If he didn't pull
out, he was going to splatter her hand and bush with semen.  He almost
cried.  He prayed she'd stop before he came.

He could tell by the fast, panting breaths she was taking, with the
whimpers in between, she was close.  She sucked in a deep breath, 
letting it out slowly between her teeth.  Her hips started bucking.  
He was trying to hold off.

With a sudden gasp, she squeezed her thighs tightly around his cock,
suddenly pushing the head up into the top of her crack and rubbing it
furiously.  Now it was too late.  He started spurting, shooting his
sperm into the top of her pussy, all over her hand, all over the top
of her mound.  She was still rubbing fast and hard, which forced his 
semen all the way up and down her crack, lubricating it further, 
letting her slide more easily along his length.

Letting loose a series of shuddering breaths, she climaxed, stopping 
her hips, tensing up all the muscles in her body.  She pressed the 
head of his cock hard, keeping him in place.  He could feel the 
ripples of her orgasm running all up and down her body, centering on 
her groin.

It wound down quickly, her body relaxing, her breathing slowing down
and becoming more regular.  She hadn't released the pressure on the
head of his cock yet, still pushing it into her crack.  If he pulled
back now, she'd push it right into her vagina.  Hell, if he started
getting soft and shrinking, it still might happen.

Thankfully, she finally rolled over onto her stomach, still holding
his left hand on her breast, effectively trapping it there.  His
cock finally free, he used his other hand to pull it back into his
shorts.  Before he fell back to sleep, one more thought rose up, one
sure to give him nightmares.  What if she got pregnant?


In the morning, Richard was awakened by a kiss on his cheek.  It was
Caitlin.  He opened his eyes and found himself staring down the
neck of her negligee.  Both of her breasts were hanging in clear view,
showing off their dark brown nipples, each puckered and hard.  An
idiotic thought crossed his mind.  He hadn't even noticed her nipples
last night.

"Thanks Rich.  That was the best sleep I've had in ages.  I had such
wonderful dreams."

'Yeah,' thought Richard.  'And I'm gonna hafta live with my 
nightmares.'

She was out in the hall, closing the door, when she stuck her head 
back into his room.

"Just remember what I said about that thing," glancing at his crotch.
"You almost poked it inside me last night.  As it is, I need a shower
to wash off the leftovers.  Ta Ta."  The door closed behind her, and 
he could hear her walking down the stairs.  A few minutes later the 
shower started.

His mind finally clicked into gear.  What the hell had happened last
night?  And what did she know?  She certainly didn't seem upset in 
the least, not acting like a girl who'd almost been fucked by her 
brother.  He had to find out.


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

<<In this scene, the three girls had come up with a plan to
'open up' Richard's rather conservative morals to the possibilities
available with two other more than willing virgins.  It definitely
didn't fit the storyline.  Too bad.>>

When Richard got to the top of the stairs, he heard some quiet moans
and whimpers coming from his sister's room.  Seeing that the door was
still open a bit, he couldn't help himself.  He walked over to have a
peek at what was going on.  When he saw the two girls, he just stood 
there, mesmerized, unable to think or move.  This was his adolescent 
wet dream come to life, something he never in his wildest fantasies 
ever thought he'd see in reality.

Vicky was lying stretched out on the bed, face up, head pointed a 
little to the right of the doorway (Richard's perspective).  He could 
see the slight bumps of her just-developing breasts, the dark circles 
of her aureoles, and the hard, pointed nubbins of her nipples.  Her
bare pubes were wet and glistening, as were her thighs, legs spread 
wide to the world.  He couldn't see much of her face because Caitlin 
was in the way.

His sister was kneeling on the bed, legs apart, one on either
side of Vicky's face.  Her hips were raised slightly, and she was 
leaning back, supporting her weight by holding on to her ankles.  She 
wasn't quite facing straight at him, but her legs were spread so far 
apart he could see everything.  Sitting there, moaning, eyes closed 
tight, she couldn't see anything, oblivious to everything except the 
person under her who was eating her out like an expert.

Richard just stared, mesmerized by the scene.  Caitlin's skin was 
covered with a sheen of sweat, from her scalp to her ankles.  
Everything was moving, too, swaying in time to her gyrating hips, her 
breasts making small circles in the air - those perfect, delicious 
looking mounds, with wonderful, oh-so suckable little nipples, hard as 
rock right now.

He snapped back to reality for a second as Caitlin shifted.  Had she 
seen him?  Then he saw that Vicky'd changed tactics, using one hand 
and her tongue in Caitlin's hot little snatch.  He became enraptured 
again, watching Vicky's tongue flicker in and out, up and down, 
swirling around inside those lips, hand moving in sync with her 
tongue, sliding in and out of that tight, virginal hole.

Totally entranced, hypnotized by the scene in front of him, he barely 
felt something at his waist, and hardly noticed his towel falling 
away, paying no attention to those minor distractions.  Only when 
something warm and wet engulfed his hard cock did he finally notice, 
moaning and leaning against the door jam.  He knew he shouldn't be 
watching, it was wrong, but he was pinned in place by that mouth 
surrounding his member, pumping in and out.  He tried to move, but his 
arms and legs wouldn't listen.  Eyes closing by themselves, he lost 
himself for a moment.

Opening his eyes again, he was shocked.  Caitlin's eyes, half-closed, 
glazed over with lust, were staring right at him.  He whimpered a bit, 
because he still couldn't get his body to obey.  Caitlin looked down 
at his crotch, looked back into his eyes for a moment, then closed her 
eyes, leaned her head back, and lost herself in an orgasm.

This was too much for him.  His mind disconnected, watching her 
perfect body run through its climax, her head snapping back and forth, 
muscles tightening and loosening in waves, breath coming in great 
gasps as she shuddered, unable to move or think at that moment.  He 
felt himself letting go, unable to control himself, back spasming, 
hips thrusting forward.  The release went through him like a shock, 
spreading out from his groin to the rest of his body.  His eyes stayed 
open, mindlessly watching Caitlin, as her body started to wind down 
from its climax.

He felt himself letting loose, shooting deep into Brenda's throat time 
and time again, eyes following his sister as she slowly slid off Vicky 
and lay there, eyes open, watching him spasm, deep in the middle of 
his own orgasm.  It was painfully intense.  Somewhere inside, an 
overworked set of muscles were complaining, but still functioning.  
His cock jerked again, sending another splash of semen into his 
lover's mouth.

Finally it was over, the flow stopping, with nothing left to come out.
Brenda let go of his cock at almost the same time Caitlin closed her
eyes and lay back flat on the bed.  Released from the two things 
pinning him in place, he sank slowly to the floor and sat there, 
cross-legged, leaning back against the wall.  Brenda lay down on the 
floor, putting her head in his lap, closing her eyes and resting.  The 
only sounds left were those of heavy breathing and rapidly beating 
hearts.

Brenda and Richard just stayed there, not moving, even when Vicky got
up to go to the bathroom.  He just mindlessly watched her walk up to
them and step across, her naked, wet pussy just inches from his nose.
He turned his head and watched her tight little buns as they bounced 
down to the washroom and disappeared inside.  He was still watching 
when she came back, squatted down, draped his arm over her shoulders, 
and sat beside him.

A few minutes later Caitlin headed for the washroom.  He also just 
stared as her lightly-furred, nearly adult, damp and shining twat
passed right in front of his eyes.  He turned and watched her cute,
jiggling ass until it disappeared.  When she came back, he watched her
perfect, bouncing breasts until they disappeared up out of his field 
of vision, then refocused on her pussy.  Stopping on his other side, 
she also squatted down, wrapped his other arm around her shoulders, 
and sat down beside him.

Luckily, his hands knew what to do without needing any help from his
brain.  They started to fondle and caress the girls' breasts, stopping
to tease and play with their nipples from time to time.

Eventually, he started to come back to himself, slowly taking stock of
where he was, what he was doing, and who he was with.

"Could someone please tell me if I'm dreaming or not?  Did what I 
think just happen really happen, or was I hallucinating?"

A familiar voice came up from his lap.  "Well, right now you're 
sitting on the floor, naked.  There's three very pretty naked ladies 
surrounding you.  I just finished sucking you through a mind-blowing 
orgasm, and you watched the same thing happen to your sister.  You've 
got one arm around my little sister, playing with her baby boobs and 
nipples, and you've got your other arm wrapped around your baby 
sister, playing with her nice big boobs and nipples.  If that seems to 
fit what you think happened, then you've just about got it right."

"Oh.  Okay."  Short pause.  "Here I thought I was doing good, coping 
with having a thirteen year old sexpot for a fiancee.  Now I have to 
deal with an eleven year old sexpot future sister-in-law and a 
seventeen year old sexpot sister."  Another short pause.  "Okay.  I'll 
wake up in a while and everything will be just fine.  This is all just 
a dream, isn't it?"

>From his left  "That's funny, your hand playing with my little boobies
and nipples feels real."

>From his right  "You think maybe these breasts you're playing with 
over here aren't real?  They're mine, and your hand feels pretty good 
doing whatever you're doing."

>From his lap  "Let's see, what to do, what to do."  Richard jumped,
every nerve in his body tingling.  She'd sucked his cock into her 
mouth.  Starting with the tip, she vacuumed it in, just like a piece 
of spaghetti.  "Does that feel a little more real now?"

"I'm awake.  Definitely.  I don't feel things like that when I'm 
asleep."

"Good."  He heard three echoes of that same word.

"Okay, now what?  You three obviously set this up for a reason.  So 
far, so bad.  I know I'll feel guilty as hell later, but right now, 
I'm too burned out."

"Weeeeeeell," Brenda drawled, "It's like this.  I've watched Vicky and
Caitlin a few times, and I want to learn what they know.  They've
watched us a few times, and they both want to learn what we know.
So I made them a deal.  If they could get you to cooperate, I'd let 
them 'borrow' you to teach them about sex properly.  Vicky's just old 
enough to start learning, and Caitlin should already know lots, but 
doesn't.  The rules are that you're mine, and this (grabbing his cock) 
is mine.  They can't keep you, and they can't touch this (squeezing a 
bit) without my okay first.  Anything else is fair game.  Now that you 
know the deal, it's up to them to convince you it's okay.  This little 
scene here was to get you to loosen up and let you think of the 
possibilities.  You're on, girls.  Just remember, he's already been 
drained dry and burned to a crisp.  There's not much left right now."

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

<<This was written for later, after Richard and the three girls 
were more-or-less used to each other.>>


"Are you sure?" asked Richard.

Brenda shook her head and sighed in exasperation.

"Richard, I'm just as sure now as I was ten minutes ago.  My parents 
are both gone for the day!  Dad's gone golfing with some customers of 
his, and when they're done they're all going for some sort of dinner 
meeting thing, all on the other side of town.  The last few times 
he did this, he was gone until at least my bedtime."

That's when Vicky chipped in with her two cents worth.  "Yeah, and 
Mom's gone to a charity auction.  She figures it won't end until 
eight or nine, at the earliest.  That's why you're *babysitting*."  

"God," Replied Richard.  "You three don't need a babysitter, you need 
a keeper!  You're all wild animals!"

"Come on, Rich, lighten up.  It's not like we're doing something 
horribly indecent or anything.  Besides, we've seen it all before.  
What's to get upset about?"  The last few words were a little muffled, 
as Caitlin was speaking while pulling her dress over her head.  She 
wasn't wearing anything underneath.  Brenda and Vicky were already 
naked.  They had walked out of their house that way.

"But ..."  Richard's last feeble protests were silenced when Brenda 
pulled his head down for a kiss.  Then, while she had his attention 
diverted, she grabbed his shorts and boxers and pulled them down 
to his ankles.

"There!" she said, stepping back.  "And don't you dare pull them back 
up!"

Despite turning several shades of red, Richard stepped out of his 
clothes.  Brenda had finally gotten her way.  They were going to do 
some suntanning in the girls' back yard, au natural.

"I'll get the Koolaid!" yelled Vicky, as she ran back into the 
house.  Caitlin followed at a rather more relaxed pace.  Richard 
pulled several lounge chairs out into the sunshine, and Brenda put
small tables in between them.  

"Let's see if I got this right," Vicky said as she came back out of 
the house.  "Koolaid for me, Caitlin already has hers, you get the 
same, Brenda, and Richard ends up with coke.  Dad's out of beer, and 
I'm not going over to his place to get some - at least, not dressed 
like this I'm not."

"Uh uh, Richard," said Brenda, as she shook her finger at him.  "Just 
drop those shorts.  That's not an excuse for you to get dressed 
again.  You can survive without your beer.  Relax.  Enjoy the 
sunshine.  Enjoy the view.  I know I am."

There was a "me too" from Caitlin and a "me three" from Vicky.   
Richard looked up and saw three girls sitting on their loungers, all 
smiling, all watching him.  Red faced again, he sat down and stretched 
out.  Vicky and Caitlin also stretched out, while Brenda got up and 
went for her bag.

After rummaging around for a few seconds, she let out an "Aha!", and 
stood up.  "Number 25 sun screen, just what you need, dear, for that 
rather pallid skin of yours.  After all, we wouldn't want you getting 
sunburned anyplace where the sun doesn't normally shine, now would 
we?"

"Okay, okay.  Just toss it over."

"Now where would the fun be if we all just did ourselves?  Besides, 
you can't reach all the places the sun can.  Now roll over onto your 
tummy and I'll get started."

Richard did as he was told.  He only squirmed and wiggled a little 
when she was doing his ass and feet.  When Brenda told him to turn 
over, he mumbled something and stayed put.

"What was that?" she asked, as she bent down to hear him better.  He 
whispered something in her ear.

"Ooooh, really?  Hey girls, Richard says he's too embarrassed to turn 
over - he's got a hard on!"

Both girls turned to look, naturally, so he turned a brighter shade of 
red.

After a minute or so, with all three girls staring expectantly at him, 
he turned over.  By then, the embarrassment had gotten to him.  He was 
mostly limp.

"THAT'S what we were waiting to see?" exclaimed Vicky.  "It hardly 
seems worth looking at right now."

"It'll get better.  I've still got to do his front."

"No, I think I'll do my own front, if you don't mind."

"Nope.  That's not how it works today.  Nobody does themselves.  
It's a new rule we made up.  Right, sis?  Caitlin?"

Both looked at Brenda, who winked while looking away from Richard.  

"Right," said Vicky, almost immediately.  It took a few seconds longer 
for Caitlin to nod, and she blushed and stared at Vicky as she did 
so.

Richard simply groaned and closed his eyes.  Brenda took that to mean 
he was accepting his fate, and started rubbing in the lotion.  
Starting at his neck, she covered him completely, spending far more 
time than necessary when she was doing his cock and balls.  By the 
time she moved on to his thighs, he was once again hard.  That earned 
him a wolf-whistle from Vicky.  He just blushed a little more.

"Okay, all done.  Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"It depends on your definition of bad," replied Richard.

"Hold out your hand," said Brenda.

He did, and she squeezed a dollop of lotion onto his palm.

"That's for your face and hands."

Brenda went and retrieved another bottle from her bag.

"Okay, handsome.  Now it's my turn."  She threw the bottle to Richard, 
then went and lay face down on her lounger.

"SPF 8?"  He was reading off the front of the bottle.

"Sure.  I'm already a toasty gold.  Or hadn't you noticed?"

"I noticed.  You and Vicky are both a well-cooked brown, all over.  
And judging by the parts of my sister I don't normally get to see, 
you've had her out here tanning in the buff more than once."

"Sure.  Like I said before, when it's just us girls, Mom doesn't mind 
us being out here like this.  Lots of times she comes out with us."

"So your Mom's got an all-over tan too?"

"Sure.  She's not as brown as we are, but she sure doesn't have 
any tan lines.  Who do you think got us started?"

Richard made no reply, since the answer was obvious.  Instead, he 
concentrated on the job at hand - or rather, the job in hand."

"Richard?"

"Yes, Brenda?"

"Go nice and slow.  It feels better that way.  And make sure you do a 
thorough job."

"Yes, dear."

Spreading suntan lotion onto Brenda was not something he considered an 
onerous chore.  She was a beautiful young lady - firm, fit, toned, 
and with no spare flesh.  By his estimate, she was about halfway in 
between a little girl and a real woman, with hips just spreading out, 
legs filling in nicely, and breasts grown to small handfuls.  Despite 
the audience - and he knew both other girls were watching carefully - 
he did a proper job of it, including spending a good deal of time 
handling her lower cheeks, which were beautifully rounded, and hard 
yet soft at the same time.  Then she turned over.

"Now you get to do my front.  Can I have just a little on my hand?  I 
need to do my face too."

With a silent groan, he began.  Richard was still amazed that someone 
as young and beautiful as Brenda had chosen him for her partner.  Just 
looking at her was sometimes enough for him to go off into a partial 
daze as he remembered what it was like to touch, fondle, taste, and 
hold her.  It was hard for him to keep from getting carried away, 
especially when he was doing her breasts and thighs.  He studiously 
avoided touching her pussy and mound, not wanting to further embarrass 
her, or rather, himself.  He stood up when he figured he was done.  
By then, Brenda was lying there with her eyes closed, breathing a 
little heavily, and had a slightly flushed look around her chest and 
neck.  She opened her eyes when he stopped.

"Richard, where are you going?"

"Uh, to lie down?"

"But you're not finished yet.  Do you have the slightest idea what a 
sunburn down there feels like?  I do.  Now finish what you started."

Once again blushing, he looked to see if the other two were watching.  
They were.  Brenda wore a big smirk, while Caitlin tried for a look of 
studied nonchalance.  She failed.

With a sigh, he coated his right hand with lotion, then started to 
carefully and delicately spread it onto her nether regions.  Brenda 
was having none of that.  She grabbed his wrist with both hands, 
pulled his hand hard into her crotch, and began to move it up and 
down.

"Yes.  Keep it up.  Just.  Like. <unh>  That."

It was about then that Richard realized he'd been set up, that they 
had plans for him.  He just didn't know what they were or how far the 
girls would go.  So, he decided to enjoy himself.  While one hand was 
busy fondling and rubbing Brenda's pussy, he used the other to caress 
her breasts and nipples.  Eventually, after she spread her legs wide, 
after his fingers had dipped into her crack, after one digit slid 
deep inside, and after some well-timed nipple pulling and pinching, 
she climaxed.  

Brenda lay there, arms stretched out over her head and breathing 
hard, for several minutes.

"Now that's what I call a thorough job.  Thank you."

"You're welcome."

He had just enough time to take a pull at his drink and lie down 
before Vicky spoke up.

"Richard, could you do me too, please?"

"WHAT?"

"Could you put some lotion on me too, please."

"Just put lotion on you?  You're sure that's all you're after?"

There was no reply, as Vicky rolled over and wiggled her bottom.  
He looked to Brenda for guidance.  She was lying back, stretched out, 
eyes half closed, and smiling.  A wink was what he got.  For some 
reason, he doubted that Vicky would be satisfied with him just oiling 
her down.  Nevertheless, he did as he was asked.

It wasn't the first time he'd touched Vicky, not by a long shot, but 
it was his first time handling her while naked - either him or her.  
He was hard as a rock again before he finished with her backside.  
Then she flipped over for him to do her front.

"I want you to do a thorough job on me too, Richard."

Once again he looked at Brenda, who was lying on her side, watching, 
and grinning from ear to ear.  So was Caitlin.

Glowing a bright red, he proceeded.  Richard didn't know if he was 
more embarrassed or turned on by doing Vicky's body.  She was thin, 
tight, and hard from her athletic pursuits, yet with a soft skin, and 
with curves and padding developing in all the right places.  He liked 
the feel of her taught stomach and waist, and the softness of her 
breasts.  They were barely apparent to the eye when she was laying 
down like that, but his hands had no trouble knowing what they were 
feeling.  The same was true when he was rubbing down her thighs and 
hips.  Again, he tried to avoid her pubic area.  His eyes, though, 
were continually drawn to that delicate junction.

Bare as the day she was born, everything was smooth and tanned.  There 
was no hair, either because nothing was yet growing, or because, like 
her sister, she shaved it off regularly.  Still juvenile, it didn't 
look like much more than a tightly closed slit, even though her legs 
were spread and the lips were reddened and puffy looking.

"Don't forget, Richard, I want a thorough job, just like my sister 
got."

Having a quick look around, seeing if there was any escape or any 
mercy, he found none.  Caitlin was staring avidly, eyes fixed on what 
he was doing, a look of wide-eyed wonder on her face.  Brenda was 
still smiling, still watching through half-lidded eyes.

Exhaling loudly, he mentally gave in.  With one hand, he stroked her 
legs and thighs.  The other hand went straight for her slit.  
Delicately and carefully, he opened her up with two fingers, and 
inserted the tip of a third into her hole.  She was already quite 
wet.  He began a steady rhythm, sliding the tip of one digit in and 
out of her vagina, while gently rubbing her clit with another.  The 
smell was intoxicating, mixing the light coconutty scent of lotion 
with sweat and pre-teen arousal.

Vicky pulled up both knees, spread her legs as wide as she could, and 
stretched her arms up over her head.  Almost immediately, she began 
rolling her hips and moaning softly.  He played with her pussy lips 
by stroking and rubbing them.  He played with her clit by rolling it 
around with the tip of a finger.  He then played with her mind by 
tickling her ribs.  She jumped and squealed loudly.

"No fair!  You're not supposed to do that!"

Richard could see that Caitlan was barely holding back her laughter, 
and he heard some snorts from Brenda, who was behind him.  Vicky 
grabbed the hand he tickled her with and held it tightly to her 
chest.  She didn't want a repeat of that trick.  He kept fondling 
her pussy with his other hand, which slowly calmed her down, then 
started her moaning again.  As her breathing got heavier, his stroking 
got faster and firmer.

"Keep going.  Keep going!  Oh!  OH!"  She climaxed with a long, 
wavering moan, pinching her legs together and pushing her hips hard 
up into Richard's moving hand.  Finally, she lay still.  His hand and 
her crotch were both soaked with her lubrications.

When Richard looked up, he saw Caitlan was flushed and slowly 
wriggling about.  He walked over to his lounger, took a drink, and 
wiped himself off with a towel.

"Riiiiich.  Oh, Riiiiiich.  Could you do me a big favour?  
Pleeeease?"

He thought about it for a good couple of seconds, picturing his 
sister's bare pussy (Vicky insisted that she shave too), her 
more-than-a-handful breasts, her perfect legs, round bottom, hips, and 
narrow waist, before he said "No way!"

"Oh, but Riiiich, all I want is the number fifteen sunblock.  Is that 
such a big deal?"

Blushing again, he retrieved what she wanted from Brenda's bag and 
tossed it to her.  He didn't want to get too close, just in case.

"Thanks, Rich.  What did you think I wanted when you said no so loud?"

"I think I can guess," injected Vicky.  "His mind was in the gutter."  

"Sorry, brother dear," said Caitlin, "but Vicky's doing me.  And 
Vicky, I'm ready for you to do a thorough job."

"No problem."

Laying down, he watched over top of Brenda's shoulder as Vicky 
started oiling down his sister.  He watched her do her shoulders, her 
back, her ass, and her legs.  Then he watched her do her chest and 
breasts, her waist and sides, her hips, and her legs.  Like him, 
Vicky avoided the centre until last.

Richard listened to his sister's faint whimpers and cries as Vicky 
sucked on her nipples, opened her vaginal lips, and slid a finger 
inside.  Imagining himself in Vicky's place was a pleasant torture.  
Needing some relief himself, he began stroking his cock.  None of the 
girls noticed.  Caitlin had her eyes closed, Vicky had her face 
hovering just above Caitlin's pussy, where her hands were quite busy, 
and Brenda was watching those two, facing away from Richard.

The only sounds that could be heard were Caitlin's breathy whines and 
a bird somewhere off in the distance.  He made no sound, despite the 
fact that he was close to exploding.  Brenda was also being silent, he 
noticed, even though her elbow was moving up and down rather rapidly 
and her hand had to be somewhere in the vicinity of her crotch.

It wasn't long before his sister started gasping and arching her 
back.  When she grabbed Vicky's hands and started pumping her hips up 
and down, he exploded, sending several long streams of his essence 
out onto the grass.  Caitlin and he collapsed at almost the same 
instant, both totally spent.  Seconds later, Brenda moaned and lay 
back, her breathing fast and shallow.  Vicky kissed her lover, had her 
fingers licked clean, then went and lay down.

Summoning up a little strength, Richard raised his head and looked 
over at the girls.  All three were coated with a sheen of sweat, all 
three were breathing deeply, all three were laying back with arms and 
legs splayed wide, and all three were flushed with arousal and 
their recent activities.  He knew he probably looked no better than 
they did.  Smiling a wry smile, he shook his head and let his head 
drop.

That's when the back door opened.

Four pairs of eyes turned to look.  Three pairs of legs snapped shut.  
Mary was standing in the doorway, an unreadable expression on her 
face.  Caitlin, her eyes open wide with shock, turned and looked at 
Vicky.  Vicky turned and looked at Brenda.  Brenda turned and looked 
at Richard.  Richard simply looked back at Brenda.  All four then 
turned and looked at Mary again.

She, in her turn, looked at Brenda, then Vicky, then Caitlin, and then 
Richard, pointedly running her gaze up and down each of their naked 
bodies.  A long moment passed, one where nobody seemed to breathe, and 
all sound and motion seemed to stop.

Mary took a deep breath, exhaled, and looked off into the distance 
before speaking.

"It is a perfect day for sunbathing, isn't it.  I think I'll join 
you.  I'll be out in a few minutes."  She then turned and walked back into 
the house.

Caitlin turned and looked at Vicky, who then turned and looked at 
Brenda, who turned and looked at Richard, who just stared back.  
Nobody dared say anything.  It seemed to them like an eternity before 
Mary came back out of the house.  She was dressed in a long, pink, 
fluffy robe.  Picking the only empty lounger left, she undid her 
sash, removed her robe and lay it out over the cushions, then 
stretched out on her stomach, looking away from the others.

Richard stared.  It was the first time he'd seen Mary naked.  Even 
after two children, she was fit, trim, and good looking.  Her breasts 
were moderate sized double handfuls, maybe a little larger than 
Caitlin's, her hips were wider and her legs a little fuller, but she 
was nicely proportioned.  He thought her a beautiful lady.  Brenda 
was right, he thought.  There were no tan lines.  He also saw, before 
she lay down, that she shaved completely, just like Brenda.

"Richard," Mary said, still looking away from them, "could you do me 
a favour?  Please?"

"S-sure," he replied.  "What would you like?"

"Could you please bring over the number fifteen sunblock?"

He went and retrieved it from where Vicky had dropped the bottle and 
took it to Mary.  

"Here you go."

"Thank you, Richard.  But could I possibly persuade you to do me?"  

He blinked once or twice, strange thoughts running through his 
overheated brain, before he said "Pardon?"

"Would you do me, please?  Spread on some lotion?"

She was still facing away from them, so nobody could tell from her 
expression what she was thinking.

Without saying anything, he squirted some of the liquid into his hands 
and rubbed them together to warm it before starting to rub it into 
her shoulders.  

Nobody else moved or spoke, simply exchanging worried glances and 
wondering what Mary had seen and heard.

He was almost done with her back, his hands approaching her buttocks, 
before she spoke again.

"Oh, and Richard?" she said.

"Yes?" he asked.

"Make sure you do a thorough job."


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<<End of the outtakes>>

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