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lease visit my archive site at www.mrdouble.com.   Feedback please.  This is
just another short bagatelle which I think of as a "story by indirection".  I
may pursue these characters, although I am inclined more right now to develop
the characters in The Gagnon series.  What do you  think?

www.mrdouble.com/htm/authors/youngfox.htm
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***

Some girls have it, and Brandi has it in spades.  She's young and sassy, smart
and opinionated, and yes, she's a redhead, how did you guess?

With the fair skin that goes with red hair, Brandi has a few freckles high on
her cheeks.  She's very pretty.  Someday she will grow into a real beauty.  Her
emerald eyes and natural red lips, her perfect white teeth and pink tongue, all
combine to make even grumpy old women remark on what a pretty girl she is.

Brandi knows she has an effect on men and she exploits it, knowing what she
wants.  She dresses suggestively, but still within the limits of style for her
age.  Often she'll have skin tight jeans or shorts and a halter top over a bare
midriff.  That outfit goes well with white ankle socks and heels.   Another
outfit she likes is a short skirt with either a tube top or leotard, and a
bolero top.  She likes her clothes to hug tight, and show off her body. 
Sometimes, just to be naughty, she'll find a public place to bend over to tie
her shoe, and let her round little butt pout out from the skirt--a security
guard at Nordstrom's almost had a coronary when she did that one day!

But Brandi is not a tease.  She puts out.  She loves sex.  Her preference is
well-hung college boys.  They're young enough to satisfy her several times, and
mature enough not to be obsessed with tits, the way teenage boys are.  Brandi
has a great ass and a heartbreaking pussy, but tits are not a strong suit.

Looking like she does, Brandi can choose among guys, although she will usually
put out for even the geekiest guy since she likes to make men happy.  So, given
the choice, she zeroes in on the guys with the big cocks.  Big cocks give her
bigger orgasms.  She loves being stretched open.  She even likes to suck them,
and always swallows.  Brandi never understood her friends who would spit it out
or didn't suck at all.  

One day Brandi was biking home from school with her basket full of school
books, for there was a test tomorrow in Geography and an in-class essay on The
Wind in the Willows, a book she liked.  She decided to swing by the high school
and watch tennis.  Tennis is fun and Brandi gets a turnon seeing the guys in
their shorts all sweaty and muscled.  

She sat about halfway up on one of the bleachers.  That day was hot and she'd
worn shorts, very tight shorts that dug into her thighs making the skin bulge
sexily.  Her pussy was juicy from the constant rubbing of the denim (she'd
removed her panties at lunch and stuffed them in her back pocket).   One of the
players double faulted then lost the next several serves and finally walked off
the court dejected.  A few minutes later he climbed up on the bleachers and
took a seat on Brandi's row, about 4 feet away.  She looked him over.  He was
real cute, shaggy long black hair to his shoulders, glistening with
perspiration.  Athletic build.  Fine legs.  Brandi smiled at him.  He smiled
back.  Then his smile became a grin when he saw her legs and her fingers
suggestively playing with the frayed edges of the shorts.  He sidled over
closer.  "Hi," he said.

"I'm Brandi," she replied.  She gave him her best winning smile.  The boy was
clearly interested and she glanced at his shorts and was pleased to see a
stirring down there.  Brandi pretended she had something wrong with her shoe
and leaned forward, at an angle toward him, and he got a quick look down her
front.  The lump in his shorts grew.  

Sitting up she looked him in the eye and said frankly, "Like what you see?"
And she ran her tongue over her lips.

He breathed deeply and shook his head in surprise and said, huskily, "Yeah.  A
lot."

"Think you can handle me?" she pursued, gleeful.  She loved to seduce guys, it
was so easy!

"You mean..." he asked warily.

"Yep."

"Oh gosh, oh my gosh, really?" he almost stammered.

"I'm hot.  What's your name?"

"Joel."

"I'm hot Joel.  Can you handle me, do you think, can you give me what I need?"
Brandi smiled a killer smile at him, and rubbed her hands over her chest. 
"Hmmm?"

Joel's cock was throbbing now, poking against his shorts, confined by his
jockstrap.  Brandi had noticed, when he played, that his butt was bare.  She
liked guys' butts.  

"Let's go under the bleacher," Joel suggested.  

Brandi stood up and took him by the hand.  "Let's go this way, turn a little to
the side and nobody'll see," she said, referring to his erection.  

They got under the bleacher in the far end of the stand and a cheerleader was
sucking off some guy.  Brandi and Joel stood watching, waiting their turn.
People were pretty open about sex and didn't interrupt others. When the boy
came off the couple adjusted their clothes and gave Brandi and Joel berth.

"I'll take it standing up, you come in me from behind," Brandi said, "But let
me see that cock first."

Joel dropped his shorts and Brandi admired his erection.  It was a good piece,
about eight inches, medium thickness, slightly bowed.  Circumcised.  She sucked
it a bit and then told him she was ready.  She undid her shorts, took off her
top and stood naked but for her shoes. Joel ran his hands over her perfect
little butt and then over her chest, rubbing her nipples.   "I'll put on a
condom," he said, breathing stertoriously.

"No," Brandi said.  "I don't have any diseases."

"Well, what about getting pregnant?" he objected.  Brandi turned around and
looked at him with her head cocked.  "Pregnant?" she repeated like he was an
idiot.  "Joel, look at me."

Joel looked, his eyes stuck on her chest.  "See my chest?" she said looking him
in the eyes, "See? I don't need to worry about it Joel.  But what I do need to
worry about is getting fucked pretty soon before I go nuts."

He fumbled the the unopened condom back in his shirt pocket, and then fucked
his cock into her.  He soon cast aside all pretense of being gentle.  His lust
hurt.  When he blew his load it was like two days worth, so much spunk it came
out at the juncture between his balls and her pussy lips.  Brandi was ecstatic.
 Cum was what she needed.  Her soaked whore-slot writhed with joy.  She kissed
his cock and mouthed  it back to life, the coaxed dinner out of it.  Yummy!

Reluctantly she left.  She had to get home for supper and to study.

When she walked in the kitchen her brother Elwood (everybody called him "Bud")
was at the sink tipping a quart of milk and he looked at her and belched,
"Jesus kid, you stink of sex!  You better be more careful, Mom's gonna figure
it out someday!"

Brandi cocked her hip and winked.  She Betty-Booped her way over to him and
saucily put a finger under his chin and said "Oh yeah Bud?  What's to make you
think she doesn't know already?"

Bud hated it when Brandi did this crap to him.  He used to fuck her all the
time but could never overcome a feeling a guilt about incest.  Plus, he was
working hard at becoming gay, because of his best friend Phil.  Yet every time
his oversexed scamp young sister Brandi touched him like this or paraded around
half-naked it drove him crazy.  He hadn't screwed her in two months.   

He was right though, she did smell of sex, and so Brandi went to the bathroom
and used a washcloth to clean herself, then changed into after-school clothes.
She studied for about half an hour then came back downstairs to eat dinner.
She listened attentively while her father ("I wonder how big his cock is?")
told about an old friend from college who had stopped by the office that
afternoon.

They all watched TV for awhile then Brandi announced she had to go study for
her test.  Bud said he needed to hit the books too. 

After Brandi finished her study she went to Bud's room and knocked.  "Brandi?"
he asked.  "Yeah," she said.   "Come on in."

Bud had his VCR on and a tape running.  "This is cool, Brandi," he said,
pointing to the screen.  He had his pants half down and his hard cock in his
hand as he masturbated to the film.  Brandi loved her brother and accepted how
he was; if he wanted to fuck her, fine, if he wanted to become gay, that was
fine too.  She liked to watch him beat off, either way.  His had a big cock.
Brandi liked big cocks.  Bud and Brandi fucked together real nice.  

"What's it called?" Brandi asked.

"Stud Service," he said.  "Fuck, look at the size of that guy's cock!"

"Shit," she whispered in amazement.  

"Oh yeah!" Bud whimpered.  "God, Brandi, can you imagine that cock sliding into
my ass?  Oh, God!"

Bud had a pretty formidable cock himself, a tad over nine inches long and
almost as thick as her wrist, but this dude on screen was easily a foot long,
and it was hard as a baseball bat.

"He's got a 15 inch prick, Brandi," Bud explained.  "Name's Sterling Foxcroft.
Yeah, sure!"  He giggled at the stupid name the guy had adopted.

"You like to look at that?" Brandi asked, as Sterling plugged his stiff weiner
up a young dude's tight shithole.

"Yeah, I think this would be so cool!" Bud moaned.  "Could you help me with
this?" he asked her 

Brandi gave her brother a hand.  "Does this run on batteries?" she asked.  "No,
it's just plastic," Bud said.   "It's well made," Brandi told him.  She was
sitting on the bed next to her naked well-hung brother whose dick was sticking
out flat, down twixt his legs, like a compass needle pointed South.  Brandi
smiled thinking how peculiar and painful it must be for a guy with a hardon to
have his prick bent backwards that way, and while his sister shoves a dildo up
his ass.    

"Why don't I fucking shit you?" Brandi suggested excited, all of a sudden.

"Oh God!" Bud murmured, "Fucking Brandi, ah fuck.  You are such a shitting fuck
shit!"

Brandi giggled.  These obscenity-laded stoogisms remained from the first
fumbling times they had fucked, two years before.  At that time Bud was so
proud of the "Ben Stilwell Show" comics that were popular then, he had two
boxes of them and a signed fan-club card.  He used to say things to Brandi like
Stilwell's punchline: "Then I told the doctor!"--he'd yelp it out like it was a
joke--and Brandi could feel his jizz shooting into her.  Bud was always so
funny, saying something when he came or making a goofy face, or sometimes doing
something really boss like knack out a lit cig on his hip or a nipple, just
when he blew the crap out of his pecker pole.  

As he groaned those words Bud bled his sperm.  Brandi was clever.  Her mouth
had preceded his cock.  She knew it like a theater viewer knows 10 minutes
ahead of time when the star will kiss the co-star.  Like the moment in "Sound
of Music" when Christopher Plummer and Julie Andrews kiss.   Those two
anthropoidal silhouettes coming together!  

"Bah BAHM!!!" The music blared.

It was KING from Seattle blaring out on Bud's speakers, from his computer.
Real Audio G2.  The sound quality was fantastic.  "That was Franz Liszt's Les
Preludes" the announcer said sententiously.  "Performed by Jan Ignatz
Pederewski conducting the Krakow Symphony in 1929.  A rare recording!"  The
announcer had a deep rich voice that Brandi imagined belonged to a virile man
in his 30s with curly black hair.  (In fact the man was 19, with black hair,
and zits.  Lots.)

"Shitting fuck Bud," Brandi finally said, barely able to stifle a laugh.  Her
brother's load was so big she just couldn't help think it was funny.  "What's
the deal?  Why so much?"

"Gosh," Bud finally said.  He hadn't had a blow job like that since his first
ejaculation back in November.   That was the hardest cum he'd ever felt. 
Question, for his journal, "does ejaculation equal love?  (YES!!)"

"Gosh," Bud repeated.  "I must be getting gay, huh?"

"What?" Brandi queried.

"My cum."

"What about it?" Brandi asked, wondering what her brother was talking about.

"How much.  Huge.  I must have made it, huh, I must be gay now huh?" Bud
bubbled over happily.  "I'm a faggot!"

At that Brandi was simply so happy and laughing she fell back on her back, her
hand actually slipping off her cunt!   She rolled around and clutched her belly
saying "Faggot, faggot" over and over.  "What's so funny?" Bud demanded.  "I am
too a faggot!  Look, I'm beating off and I'm squeezing my ass and, and...."
Ben kind of lost focus.  "And, oh yeah, I'm watching a gay vid and got a gay
magazine here, and oh shit....." he came again.  Just a drop or two.   

Brandi looked at her brother's raw-rubbed over-spent prick and made a mental
note, knowing how close he was to falling for her again: "Tell him he made me
pregnant?"  In her mind there was a big "No" written next to it.  It would have
been hard to believe anyway.   Brandi stuck her fingers against her brother's
dribbling cock, bringing a drop to her lips.  She ran her hands over his ass.
God, was it cute!  No,he'd never get her pregnant, but she'd find a way.....




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