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I am not the author - this is merely a repost



Run by deirdre, 5/2/95

"What are *you* doing here?"  Yes, she was surprised to find me at her
doorstep.  

Joanie, my sister."I just had to get away."

"Well, Mom and Dad are going to *kill* you," she answered, still just
standing in the doorway to her apartment, looking at me.

"Listen... listen, can I come in?"  She stood aside and let me in, then
turned around, closing the door, and looked at me.  I stood nervously in
the middle of her living room.  "You don't have to tell them," I added. 
Yes, they'd definitely be mad knowing I'd skipped out while classes were
in session.  "Please?  I *had* to get away!"

She gave a little half laugh and walked away from the door toward the
kitchen.  She was amused.  I knew she wouldn't tell Mom and Dad.  I just
*knew* it: she'd been through college and probably knew very well how it
could get you down.  I followed her into the kitchen and sat down.  

"Need something to drink?" she asked, pulling a carton of milk out of the
fridge.  I let out my breath when she said that: now I was certain she
wouldn't tell.  I'd go back--I wasn't dropping out or anything--I just
needed a break.  I drank some milk.

"What *is* it?" she asked.

"Nothing!  You know, I just had to get away."

She didn't respond right away.  She was looking at me.  Once again I felt
nervous: Joanie did that when she was up to something.  She wouldn't tell,
would she?  "You know," she started, "having you here isn't so great: I've
got a date tonight."

"Oh, don't worry about me," I volunteered.  I wondered why she worried
about *that*.

"Well, it's not so easy having you here."  She must have been thinking of
bringing the guy here.  I could see her point and started trying to think
of some solution.  I could make myself scarce for a while.  Was she
planning on having him overnight?  She probably had no specific plans, but
wasn't likely to be happy having the decision determined beforehand by her
brother's presence.

"How late do you want me to stay out?"  I could make my offer.  She didn't
answer, but stood up and left.  I followed her, done with my milk.  She
turned around and looked at me again. She makes me so nervous.

"You're going to do me a favor," she finally said.  I detected a hint of a
grin on her face.

"What?"

"Come here," she added, not enlightening me at all, but leading me into
the bedroom. She was in her closet and had a dress in her hand.  She held
it up in front of me, hanger and all, looking at it.  I was confused. 
"Put it on," she said.

"Joanie!" I said.  No, I wasn't as alarmed as you might think: in fact,
I'd worn Joanie's clothes before: when she was pinning dresses and
skirts.  Much to my chagrin, she'd discovered I was close to her size when
we'd been in high school.  I didn't particularly want to go through that
again, but she was always both grateful about it and never did anything to
embarrass me.

"Come on," she said, cajolingly.  She smiled.  There was no escape: she
was letting me stay without telling Mom and Dad.   Well, I didn't really
have much to do anyway.  I started unbuttoning my shirt. "Thanks," she
said as she left the room, sounding sincerely grateful.

I peeked out of the bedroom in my stocking feet and the dress.  I'd have
heard if anyone else had come in the apartment, since the bedroom door was
open, so I headed for the kitchen where I heard Joanie doing something. 
She looked up at me and smiled.  And she looked me up and down.  I didn't
feel right about something: she didn't seem to be getting ready for any
sewing work.  "Looks good," she said, still smiling.

I almost said a "b" word. "What do you want?" I managed to say with
admirable restraint.

"You're going to do me a favor," she said.  I was alarmed and didn't
answer. I couldn't figure out what she might be thinking, but I knew it
was a lot more than I bargained for.  "Gerold wants a threesome."

"What!?""He's been hinting.  It's best I do something about it or he'll
stick with Victoria."

"Victoria?"  I was confused."His wife."  The guy's married!

"Joanie, I'm not into that!  There's no way..."

"Listen, you don't have to do anything."  I eyed her suspiciously.  "I'll
tell him you're my friend and that you'll watch and that's all."

"No way!"  I still wasn't sure I understood this, but I wanted no part of it.

"Really, I swear!  All you have to do is watch! He's been bugging me about
whether I was *into women*--I can tell he's thinking *threesome*.  I'll
tell him you're a friend of mine and that you'll watch us, but nothing
more.  It won't be precisely what he was hinting at, but I'll bet it'll be
much more than he'll ever get out of that *Victoria*.

"I tried to imagine it, but couldn't.  "No: no way!"

"Listen, I don't want to have to call Dad."

I stared at her.  I couldn't believe she'd said that.  She looked guilty. 
"Please, I'm desperate--you don't know what it's like being the *other
woman*."

"Joanie, this is too much."

"Just dress like it, and watch. That's all."

"And he's *really* going to think I'm a woman?"

"That won't be any trouble: sorry, but it's true;  I can get a wig and do
your face..."  I stared at her.  Finally, she went on: "It's that or
Dad--sorry, but I've got to do this."

He was big and tall and that frightened me somehow.  I'm not very tall--I
guess you gathered that since I can wear Joanie's clothes.  I wasn't as
nervous about the possibility of him spotting me for a man as I might have
predicted: Joanie had performed magic on me, and the mirror told me no one
was going to start wondering.  Besides, I was probably a bit drunk: Joanie
and I had prepared ourselves.

Joanie whispered in his ear.  She'd just finished introducing me as
*Debbie*.  I realized it wasn't really going to be much of a date: just
heading straight for the bedroom. What kind of relationship was it that
Joanie had with this guy?

He stared at me.  While Joanie whispered to him, I noticed a slight smile
grow on his face.  Joanie took me by the hand and pulled me into the
bedroom.  Gerold was right there behind us.

I sat on a chair, watching them.  They were still dressed, sitting on the
bed, kissing.  They just kissed and kissed for what seemed like minutes,
not really moving much.  Gerold had Joanie's face in his hands.

Finally they broke it. Joanie was ut of breath.  Gerold immediately had
her lying on the bed and leaned over and kissed her again.  His right hand
was sliding up and down her body over her dress.  Finally it slid
underneath the hem. I knew it had reached home: her face showed it and she
brought one knee up.  He still kissed her.  She was beginning to writhe
and I heard her groan through the kiss, but he didn't stop.

Then he finally stopped.  He sat up, but she still lay there, staring up
at the ceiling, breathing heavily, his hand between her legs.  Her
breathing was picking up.  I'd certainly never seen Joanie like this: my
own sister in the throes of passion.  More than once it seemed like she
was on the verge, only to fail to make it.  I caught her face one of those
times, and it was pure desperation.

His hand was out from between her legs and he was running it up and down
her body again, over her breasts and the front of her body.  He lifted her
to sitting.  He touched her lips with his fingertips, then kissed her
again for a couple of seconds.

"Please," she begged, still breathing hard.  It was amazing to see a woman
turned on as much as she was.  I was hard.

He glanced at me, then looked back at her.  "Kiss Debbie," he said.  His
hand was back under her dress again and once again she looked like she was
about to.  But he withdrew it again.

"No... please...  bastard..." she said, having trouble talking between her
breaths.

"Kiss her," he said, his voice harder, and he pulled her over to me. 
There was my sister, Joanie, kneeling next to me breathing like she'd just
run a marathon.  His hands were on her breasts.

"Do it, now."

Her eyes were wild.  She grabbed my head and pulled me into a kiss.  Her
mouth was open.  At first she had trouble kissing because of her
breathing, but managed to get her tongue in my mouth.  I took her head in
my hand and kissed her back--I was so hard.

We just kissed and kissed.  I wasn't thinking--just reacting and feeling. 
My hands were soon on her back, and going up and down her body.  Her
rear.  Then we were locked in embrace and standing.  I felt my cock
against her and her breasts against me.  It was just us.Then we were
apart.  Gerold had separated us.  Then his mouth was on mine!  I still
can't believe it, but I didn't think, I just reacted.

He stopped after a couple of seconds.  If he hadn't, I might have come to
my senses and pulled away.  Then he kissed Joanie the same way except that
he leaned her way backward as he kissed her.But he stopped again, pulling
her to standing.  "Tell Debbie to kneel," he said.She looked at me.  I saw
desperation in her eyes though she didn't say a word.  Finally she
whispered in my ear: "Do it."

I was on my knees.  He stood in front of me and unzipped his pants! 
"Touch her," he told Joanie.  There it was, in front of me. Joanie was
behind me, her hands all over me.  He took my head with his hands and
guided it.

"She's new to this," he said after a little while, to Joanie.  It was so
big in my mouth.  I *never* thought I'd ever be doing this.

He didn't come.  He stopped.  Then I was on the bed--he'd put me there. 
On my hands and knees.  Joanie lay under me.  She pulled on my head down,
kissing me and I was forced down to my elbows. I felt my dress lifted up
over my back and my underpants pulled down. He was going to see.

He laughed.  Joanie still kissed me, her arms wrapped around my chest. 
She pulled me against her, practically lifting herself off the bed.  My
rear was completely uncovered and he was roaring with laughter.  He'd seen
and he was laughing.  Then suddenly he was in me to the hilt.That was
months ago: tonight Joanie and I wait kneeling in her living room.  We're
both dressed in short nightgowns.  Each of us has a leather collar around
our neck.  My hair is long, like Joanie's.  A thin chain dangles between
us linking our collars.  We just wait.

Gerold opens the door with his key.  As usual, Victoria is with him.  This
time they've brought another couple that I've  never seen before.  The
four of them are dressed up--they've obviously just been out to dinner. 
Joanie and I continue to kneel, making no move.  Our hands are folded on
top of our heads.

Victoria walks up to Joanie and takes Joanie's chin in her hand.  She
lifts Joanie's face and looks down at her.  I can sense that Joanie's
turned on.  "Is that the boy?" asks the other woman.

Victoria giggles slightly at the question, still looking down at Joanie's
face.  "Does it matter?" she replies.

Later the four of them sit around the living room watching Joanie and me
in the middle of the carpet.  Victoria and the other woman sit together on
the couch.  Holding hands.  Joanie now has a dildo strapped on her.  I'm
on my hands and knees and she's in me. I'm very hard.  The chain still
joins our collars.

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