The following is an erotic and explicit love story involving two 13
year old girls, Trisha and Jennifer, and Jennifer's older brother
Mark. If explicit lesbian sex bothers you then please read no
further. On the other hand, if it doesn't then you're probably not
reading this header anyway :) Enjoy......S.P.
Copyright 1996, 1999 by Stephen Peters. Permission granted to repost
this story as long as the entire text, including this header and the
authors e-mail address (Sxjames@aol.com), remain intact. Please do
not make this story available in any publicly accessable archive
(this includes pay sites) without the authors permission.
Published by TYGER with permission from the author.
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********** TRISHA AND JENNIFER **********
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By Stephen Peters
PART I
"Oh, MOM!" Trisha protested.
"I'm sorry, young lady," her mom answered, "but Marie can't make it
this afternoon and your dad and I need the help."
"But I was gonna..."
"Trisha, please!"
Trisha was usually lucky about these things, normally she got the day
to herself, but this time she was stuck -- no doubt about it. Her
parents were hosting another one of their endlessly long social get
togethers and when their housekeeper couldn't make it, it was her
responsibility to help out. Even if she were only a kid, she still
had to act the sophisticated lady, the perfect hostess. It was part
of what was expected of her and her parents would not tolerate any
dissent. And that's how Trisha found herself on a beautiful
mid-summers afternoon serving punch to a bunch of people she didn't
know (or even care to know) while listening in complete and utter
boredom to her dad ramble on to one of his business partners about
his wonderful daughter.
To the casual observer Trisha had everything. She was beautiful;
tall and lithe with a long elegant neck and high cheekbones. Her
eyes were a light china doll blue, her hair was the color of ripe
wheat, and when she moved it was with a natural feminine grace that
in another, earlier time would have marked her as a person of noble
birth. In addition, both her parents were successful business people
(her dad was a corporate lawyer while her mom brokered high priced
real estate) so Trisha didn't lack for material possessions. She
basically had everything she wanted -- or at least her parents
thought so. What Trisha didn't have was their attention. Oh, they
acknowledged her presence and were always quick to point out to their
friends what a lovely daughter they had, but they never seemed to
talk to one another, or listen, or do anything together as a family.
She understood that her parents loved her (or tried to, anyway) and
she knew that she didn't really have any right to complain. Still,
at that moment, she was both mad at her dad for AGAIN turning her
into a display piece and bored out of her skull. As she stood there
mechanically ladling out drinks, listening to him brag about her, she
could take it no longer. When her dad had finished she politely
excused herself and ran to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
Trisha leaned against the door and blew a wisp of hair from her face.
Unlike her present mood, Trisha's room was bright and cheerful.
Warm afternoon sunshine streamed thru the south window onto the bed
and its fluffy pink bedspread. Next to the bed stood her dresser and
mirror. A couple of teddy bear posters hung on the wall. Trisha had
a thing for teddy bears, including an old stuffed toy one that sat on
the chair next to the dresser. She went over and picked it up, then
sat down on the edge of the bed, hugging the furry animal to her
chest. Trisha was not so much bored as she was lonely. "I wish
Jenny were here," she said to herself. She lay back and closed her
eyes, thinking.
From an early age, Trisha knew she was different. For one thing, she
was incredibly shy. Although she was popular (her good looks saw to
that) it was painful for her to engage in casual conversation with
other people; she just didn't know what to say. Striking up a
conversation with one of the boys that hung around was completely
beyond her. Her parents didn't help much as they were so busy with
their social activities that they had little time for encouraging
hers. For Trisha, books were her escape. While reading, it didn't
matter that she was awkward and shy around other people, she could be
anyone she wanted. Trisha also had an active imagination and lately
she had taken to creating her own stories and poems. Sometimes the
stories came from things she had read in her books, but there were
also more personal, private stories she didn't dare write down.
Trisha was acutely aware of her growing just-turned-teenager
sexuality and she made up stories based on her fantasies. It was
while thinking about one story/fantasy in particular that Trisha
finally admitted to herself that they almost all revolved around
other girls. She had always been far more comfortable around girls
than boys and now "comfort" had turned into sexual attraction. She
wasn't particularly worried or upset with herself (Trisha was not one
to question her own body) and it wasn't like she hated boys, but she
did wonder if she would ever find some way to fit in with the rest of
her friends; be like they were.
In one way, she thought of herself as pretty lucky. She liked sex,
(she could not remember a time when she didn't masturbate) and she
always seemed to have at least one friend who enjoyed it as much as
she did. Trisha had fooled around with a cousin once or twice, but
by far the best times were with her girlfriends. She remembered
especially Nicole, her best friend before she moved. Dreamily, she
brought the bear to her face, inhaling deeply the pleasant, musky
scent of her own cunny. Instantly she was back in her old house,
laying on this same bed with the warm sun streaming onto her naked
body. Beside her was Nicole and she was rubbing the toy against
Trisha, masturbating her. Perhaps it was the boredom, or maybe
loneliness, Trisha didn't know or care; she just wanted to again feel
the special warmth and excitement that memory invoked. She stood up
and looked out her bedroom window. No one was near. Reaching under
her dress she removed her panties, let them drop to her feet, then
gracefully stepped out of them. She lay down, and lifting her dress
out of the way, nestled the stuffed bear between her legs. Just as
in her memories, the sun warmed her legs as she closed her eyes and
settled into her sweet routine. She did not hear the door open as
Jennifer stepped into the room.
If ever the principle of 'opposites attract' needed proof, Trisha's
best friend Jennifer supplied it. With a square, boyish body, light
brown skin, and dark hair worn in a thick braid over her back,
Jennifer was the epitome of a tomboy. Possessed of an easy, outgoing
personality and big soulful dark eyes, she also had no trouble
attracting and keeping friends. Jennifer had the natural grace of a
born athlete and, unlike Trisha, took great pleasure in athletics.
The girls lived in a standard issue, middle class neighborhood:
Jennifer with her father and brother. Jennifer's mother had died
when she was a young child and her dad never remarried, so for
practical purposes, Jennifer grew up in an all male household. Her
dad treated her as "one of the boys"; she never did (or particularly
wanted to) do the things the other girls did. It wasn't until Trisha
moved in next door, about a year ago, that she even had any close
girlfriends. At first, Jennifer didn't know quite how to respond to
her shy, quiet neighbor with the loud parents. As she started to get
to know her however, she realized that Trisha was not so different
from her. Both girls were adventuresome in their own way, Trisha
with her books and Jennifer thru athletics. They were also, in
significant ways, out of place with their peers. Perhaps that's why,
Jennifer finally decided, Trisha accepts me as I am -- tomboy and
all. Trisha, on the other hand, could hardly believe the whole new
world that Jennifer introduced her to. Jennifer took her out to the
park to play catch with her brother or play basketball on the
sidewalk or go roller-skating; things that she never had the courage
or encouragement to try before now. However, the thing that really
endeared Jennifer to Trisha was that Jennifer actually wanted to
listen to her stories. Almost every weekend that spring, they met,
lunch bags in hand, to go walking in the nearby park. There they
spent hours strolling, talking, exploring the grounds, with Trisha
reciting her poems and stories. Gradually, Jennifer realized that
Trisha had a deep crush on her. And to be honest, Jennifer thought,
she was getting attached to her shy, beautiful friend also. Attached
not only to her, but to their physical relationship as well.
From the very beginning, Jennifer knew that Trisha was attracted to
her body, and she was surprised by how natural and unselfconscious
their sex play was. It was totally different from any "doctor games"
Jennifer had ever played and she genuinely enjoyed Trisha's hugging
and touching. As for Trisha, she was relieved beyond words that
Jennifer did not reject her advances. Many times during those long
walks, if they could find a place to be alone, Trisha would stop and
lean against a tree or building and wrap her arms around Jennifer,
pressing their bodies tightly together. Sometimes, with Jennifer's
strong body supporting her, Trisha would bury her face in Jennifer's
hair and wrap her legs around Jennifer, rubbing herself against
Jennifer's hip. As they became more at ease with one another,
Jennifer started unbuttoning her pants, letting Trisha slip her hand
beneath her panties to touch and caress her. Soon, Jennifer was
reciprocating. The first time Trisha spent the night at Jennifer's
house, Jennifer undressed Trisha totally, then had her lie down so
she could caress her from head to foot. She even sucked Trisha's
large, cherry red nipples.
Still, despite these shared intimacies, nothing prepared Jennifer for
the sight of her friend, legs splayed out across her bed with the
bear tucked tightly in her crotch, masturbating herself with obvious
enjoyment. Jennifer gasped and put her hand over her mouth. Trisha,
suddenly realizing she was not alone, bolted upright on the bed and
hurriedly tried to smooth her dress. Wide eyed they stared at each
other. Jennifer stammered a frustrated, embarrassed, "Uhh...", then
did the only other thing she could do under the circumstances; bust
out laughing. Great fits of laughter racked her body, till she could
no longer stand. With her back against the doorjamb, she slid to the
floor, hand clamped over her mouth. Meanwhile, Trisha, in a
desperate effort to contain herself, buried her head into a pillow.
She wasn't sure if she would die first of suffocation or a rupture.
For several minutes both girls were completely incoherent with
laughter, till Trisha finally brought herself under control long
enough to speak.
"Oh wow, Jennifer," Trisha said, still trying to catch her breath,
"the look on your face..." Just thinking about it sent Trisha off
onto another round of hysterical giggles.
"I'm sorry, Trish," Jennifer stammered, "I -- I came looking for you
to see if you could come over tonight. Your dad said you might be in
here. I, uh, didn't know about the party." She stifled another
guffaw, then took several deep breaths, gradually bringing herself
under control.
"My parents parties are just the pits, aren't they. Here -come on
over and sit." Trisha indicated a spot on the bed next to her.
Jennifer stumbled over and flopped down on her back, holding her
tummy. It was still sore from laughing. Trisha continued. "I was
getting real bored and well--" she paused, "I decided to come to my
room. I really wasn't planning on doing anything, just happened."
"Don't worry about it," Jennifer replied, trying to reassure Trisha,
"my brother has walked in on me more than once." She picked up the
stuffed bear and looked at it, turning it over and examining it.
Finally, in a rather curious voice, she asked Trisha, "I didn't know
you used a stuffed bear to, um -- masturbate."
Despite Jennifer's reassurances, Trisha had an embarrassed look on
her face as she answered. "Well, I don't really, I was just
remembering one time when I was playing around with a friend. Mostly
I use my hand -- like I do with you." She looked at Jennifer, gave
her a conspiratorial grin.
Jennifer grinned back, "Promise you won't tell?"
"OK," Trisha replied.
"Well, you remember how I said Mark had walked in on me? Well -- one
time, I let him watch."
"What!??" Trisha exclaimed.
"Shhhh. I was on the couch watching TV with a blanket over me. I
was in the middle of, uh, doing it when he came in and I just
couldn't stop. I'm sure he knew what I was up to 'cause he grinned
right at me."
They fell silent. Trisha looked around the room, as if waiting for
something. Jennifer eyed her friend thoughtfully, noticing that
Trisha would not look at her. It was clear what she wants, Jennifer
thought, she's just too shy to ask for it directly. Oh well.
"Hey, Trish," she said finally, "do you want me to, uh, caress you
for a while?"
Trisha actually let out a sigh of relief. "Oh please, yes. But
first lock the door."
Jennifer went to the door and drew the old-fashioned bolt lock
closed. Trisha lay down and again spread her legs, this time
bringing her dress up to her chest. Jennifer returned to the bed and
sat on the edge, next to Trisha. In what had become their private
ritual, she moistened the two middle fingers of her hand with her
mouth, then placed them against Trisha's pussy.
Although they had felt each other up many times before, this was the
first time Jennifer had ever seen Trisha's cunny up close in the
daylight and she wanted to take her time and explore. Leaning over
Trisha's body, she cupped the swell of Trisha's mons in the palm of
her hand, letting her fingers frame the pink slit of her friends
vulva. Trisha looked and felt wetter than she could ever remember.
Gently she parted the lips, revealing the pearl of Trisha's clit and
the moist, pink folds of her flesh. The dark red of Trisha's vagina
reminded Jennifer of a budding flower, waiting to bloom. Jennifer
slipped her fingers between the lips, softly stroking the folds,
spreading them until Trisha's clit was completely exposed. She then
added her thumb and with slow, gentle squeezes massaged Trisha's
nubbin, smearing Trisha's copious juices across her mound and into
the tuft of pubic hair atop her pussy. Trisha moaned, soft and low.
What came next Jennifer didn't plan, it just happened. With a
sideways, peek-a-boo glance at Trisha to catch her reaction, she
pressed her middle finger to Trisha's vagina. "Uh?" Trisha voiced,
then her eyes opened wide as she realized what Jennifer was about to
do. Instantly she was up onto her elbows, staring down her body at
Jennifer's hand as it covered her pubis. Trisha tensed, waiting. It
was as if all her senses were concentrated at the entrance to her
vagina, balanced on the end of Jennifer's finger. Jennifer finally
turned her head and for the first time looked openly at her.
"Can I?" Jennifer asked softly. Trisha questioned her with her eyes
and Jennifer answered with a shy but knowing smile. "It feels good
-- really," Jennifer whispered.
"You've...done it?" Trisha whispered back, not quite believing.
Jennifer nodded. Trisha had always trusted her friend, it was simply
part of the relationship, and she knew Jennifer would never hurt her.
Slowly she sank back onto the bed, closed her eyes, and with a quick
shift of her hips offered Jennifer a straight path into her body.
Jennifer worked her finger into her, slowly rocking her digit against
the tight opening till, suddenly, she was in to the first knuckle.
The rest of the way was easy, and for a long minute, Jennifer held
still; her hand covering Trisha's cunny, Trisha's warm, wet vagina
tight about her finger.
"Jenny -- hurry!" Trisha groaned impatiently. Trisha's eyes were
closed and her body tense, hands in fists at her side. Jennifer
settled in and started masturbating Trisha in earnest; rubbing
Trisha's clit with the palm of her hand as she drew her finger in and
out of her friends pussy. Trisha moaned, low and breathy, then
lifted her hips off the bed, pushing her cunny into Jennifer's
enclosing hand. Suddenly, with complete certainty, Jennifer realized
that Trisha was going to reach climax. She slipped her finger out of
Trisha's vagina and started running it across her friends clit,
silently urging her on. Trisha's mouth opened wide and she shook her
head from side to side, gasping for breath in between her moans.
Finally, with a long, high pitched keen, Trisha climaxed, then
exhaling deeply, sank back onto the bed. Slowly she relaxed, the
tenseness flowing from arms and legs as her breathing returned to
normal. When she opened her eyes again, Jennifer greeted her with a
warm smile.
"Beats the heck out of that bear, doesn't it?" asked Jennifer. With
that, she collapsed onto Trisha, burying her head in Trisha's chest.
Trisha threw her arms around her, and together they lay, rocking back
and forth, giggling and hugging one another. Jennifer was genuinely
happy for her friend and, although she would never admit it, proud
she was able to make Trisha climax.
"Wow," Jennifer said, finally sitting up and grinning, "that must
have been great for you."
"It was." Trisha sighed. "I've cum before when I, uh, you know,
rubbed myself, but it was nothing like that." She paused, looked at
Jennifer solemnly, "I've never had anyone put their finger in me
before."
"It didn't hurt or anything?" asked Jennifer.
"Oh no, it felt good, it felt like -- Oh, I don't know how to
describe it." She smiled, shrugged her shoulders. She really didn't
have to say anything. "Say," Trisha continued, "has anybody ever,
like, given you an orgasm before?"
"No," Jennifer replied. The two girls stared at each other. Now it
was Jennifer's turn to look shyly away. The next question did not
have to be asked, nor an answer given. Trisha simply patted the bed
beside her.
"Lie down," she said.
Listening to Trisha, watching her body move as she caressed her;
these things had thoroughly aroused Jennifer. Now the thought of
Trisha doing the same to her made her stomach tighten in excitement
and her breath come in short, shallow gulps. She stood and unsnapped
her jeans, letting them slip off her hips to fall about her feet.
Her panties were next, floating down her long legs to lie about her
ankles, and then she kicked them both off onto the floor. Climbing
onto the bed, she lay down next to Trisha. Trisha rolled over and
sat up on her elbow, facing her. Jennifer parted her legs, waiting
for Trisha's hand. Instead, Trisha sat up and got off the bed.
"What is it?" Jennifer asked.
Trisha did not reply. She walked around to the foot of the bed,
paused, then flopped between Jennifer's outstretched legs, letting
her head come to rest on Jennifer's tummy. With a wiggle, she
scooted down a bit, then, crossing her hands over Jennifer's pubic
mound and resting her chin on the back of her hands, looked up at
Jennifer. Trisha gave her a shy grin, but her eyes held something
else; something that Jennifer could only describe as a longing,
almost pleading, look.
"What's the mat -" Suddenly it dawned on Jennifer what Trisha wanted:
permission. Trisha wanted permission to put her mouth between her
legs.
"Oh. Trish." she breathed.
Once, in the sleepy afterglow of the sex play accompanying an all
night birthday party, they had talked about it, about "kissing down
there" as Trisha so delicately put it. Trisha confided to Jennifer
that she would never let someone do that to her, it was too dirty,
too gross. Now, laying there between her legs, Trisha was offering
Jennifer the very thing that she herself was unwilling to receive.
Jennifer took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she propped
herself up on her elbows. She wasn't sure if she even knew the words
to say to let Trisha know that it was all right, that she had longed
for this from the first time they had talked about it. In the end,
she used Trisha's own words.
"Trisha," Jennifer's voice was as steady as she could make it, "if
you want to kiss me down there, it's OK."
Trisha opened her mouth and placed it full over Jennifer's cunny,
tongue resting flat against her clit, and for a brief moment she
tasted Jennifer's sweat and the faint, peppery spice of her pee. It
was not an unpleasant taste, and for Trisha, simply part of her
friends natural allure; nuzzling Jennifer's mons she slid her tongue
down Jennifer's vulva, drenching her with saliva. The heady, musky
odor of Jennifer's sex filled her nostrils, and as Trisha dropped her
face lower, Jennifer told her to keep going, whispering soft words of
encouragement and pleasure. Trisha trailed her tongue across the
soft, milk white skin of Jennifer's thighs then into the angle where
thigh met crotch. She kissed Jennifer's cunny as she would a mouth,
cuntal lips to her lips, tongue reaching to explore every small and
delicate fold. Jennifer was very moist now and Trisha stopped to
savor the warm, almost sweet wetness; with a flick of her tongue, she
drew the juices into her mouth. She swallowed then went back for
more, lapping Jennifer clean. Jennifer, her voice now little more
than a soft moan, implored Trisha to keep going. Slowly, lovingly,
Trisha lapped her friends cunny, letting her soft, wet tongue cover
Jennifer from vagina to clit, painting her with saliva. They were
both making noises now, Trisha a deep purring sound in back of her
throat, and as Jennifer's cunny began to flower Trisha buried her
nose between the opening lips, tongue searching for Jennifer's
vagina. Trisha wanted very badly to put herself inside Jennifer,
just as Jennifer had put her finger inside of her. Jennifer, sensing
Trisha's desire, lifted her knees off the bed and spread her legs
wider, consciously trying to relax and open herself to Trisha's
steady, firm probing. Trisha got her hands beneath Jennifer's
bottom, steadying them both, then cocked her head to one side. With
her open mouth held tight against Jennifer's pussy, she curled her
tongue and very slowly, very carefully worked the tip into Jennifer's
cuntal opening. She paused, and then Jennifer suddenly relaxed and
opened; with a gentle, steady push, Trisha entered deep into her
friends body. Jennifer cried weakly, her breath gone, taken by the
incredible, indescribable sensation of Trisha's tongue slipping into
her. Trisha could hardly breathe, her face was so tight against
Jennifer's crotch, but she didn't stop until she was as deep as she
could go. She tried moving her tongue back and forth but Jennifer's
pussy had closed tight about it; all Trisha could do was move it ever
so slowly in and out. When at last Trisha withdrew completely and
looked up at her, Jennifer arched her back, not wanting to lose
contact with Trisha's mouth.
"Please, Trish, please -- make me cum," Jennifer pleaded.
Trisha closed her mouth around Jennifer's clit, gently sucking.
Jennifer gasped, clutched the bedspread. Trisha, seeing her friends
reaction, started licking her again, this time concentrating on
Jennifer's small, stiff clit. Jennifer groaned, tossing her head
back. She was literally shaking with ecstasy. Her head reeled, her
body clenched and then she came, screaming Trisha's name.
"Ohhh....Oooohhhhhh......TRRISSSSHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
For a long while afterwards, the girls lay utterly still and quiet,
Jennifer sprawled out on her back as Trisha rested her head atop her
pubis. Jennifer was totally drained -- legs weak and rubbery while
her stomach felt like it had been turned inside out. She could not
believe the intensity of the orgasm, nor the wonderful, peaceful
afterglow that now washed over her body. Trisha too was tired (her
jaw ached and her tongue felt plain wore out) but she was happy; a
feeling born of the pure, golden warmth of contentment. As she got
up from between Jennifer's legs and crawled beside her to lay down,
she wanted nothing else except to fall asleep holding her friend.
When Jennifer stirred, turning towards her, Trisha cradled her in her
arms.
"Oh wow, Trish, your face is covered -- I mean...Oh, you know!"
Trisha lowered her head, suddenly shy, as Jennifer brushed the hair
from Trisha's face then wiped her chin clean with the palm of her
hand. "Do you want me to do it to you?" Jennifer asked when she had
finished. In truth, Jennifer didn't know if she had the energy to
bring Trisha to climax a second time, but if Trisha wanted it she
would try. Trisha looked at her wishfully, then finally shook her
head. "We better not," she replied. "I've been gone a long time,
and we better get back before mom and dad start looking for us." She
took a deep breath and paused. Jennifer waited. "Jenny," Trisha
confessed in a great rush of breath, "I was wrong about, uh, you know
-- kissing down there. It isn't dirty or gross at all. I'm, uh,
glad you liked it...Can I still come over tonight?" Jennifer,
smiling at her friends unnecessary question, nodded yes.
Reluctantly, they disentangled their bodies and got up off the bed.
Panties were found and slipped back on, dresses smoothed and hair
brushed. After one final inspection, Jennifer unlocked the door.
"Ready?" she asked.
"OK -- oops, one more thing," Trisha replied. She bent over and
picked up the stuffed bear, tucking it next to the pillow on the bed.
She straightened up, then took Jennifer's hand.
"Come on, lets go," she said. Hand in hand they slipped out the door.
-------- later that day --------
"You know, Jenny," Trisha said, smiling thru a mouthful of chicken,
"I really would like to finish this."
It was dusk, and Trisha was standing in the middle of the familiar,
chaotic mess of Jennifer's bedroom. Her parents party had finally
broken up about 7pm and Trisha quickly showered and changed, grabbed
her pack and bedroll and wandered over to Jennifer's house just in
time to enjoy the last of a summer's evening barbecue. Jennifer was
with her dad and her brother Mark, and together the four of them sat
around the picnic table, Trisha contentedly munching on a chicken leg
while watching Jennifer and Mark engage in their playful
brother/sister teasing. She really enjoyed being around Jennifer's
family, but it was a bittersweet pleasure. There was genuine love
here, and an easy, warm informality that Trisha could only contrast
to her own families stiffness. It was not a favorable comparison.
Jennifer was in especially good spirits this evening and started
chasing Mark in and out of the house, occasionally grabbing for
Trisha as she ran past. Mark finally sought refuge behind Trisha's
chair, gasping for breath, and Jennifer was about to go after him
thru Trisha when her dad called a halt to the roughhousing. "That's
enough," he said, "Jenny, come here and give me a hand with these
dishes, will ya." Jennifer grumbled, but went to help her dad as
Trisha motioned Mark to sit down next to her on the bench.
Mark was the only boy Trisha felt comfortable around, could talk to
without clamming up, and she took every chance she had to talk to
him. Tall and gangly, cute rather than handsome, he had the same
athletic ability as Jennifer and a good dose of brains besides. Even
at his age (just a year older than the girls) everyone assumed he was
going to grow up and go off to college and, as Jennifer's dad liked
to say, become "someone important." He also had the ability to make
people laugh, especially Trisha. She never got tired of his humor,
his ability to see the bright side of things even when it seemed to
Trisha there was no bright side. Trisha understood why Jennifer
always talked about him and loved him so. Trisha loved him too, in
her own way. While Jennifer and her dad did the dishes, Mark and
Trisha talked, long and easy.
Jennifer's dad stuck his head around the sliding glass door. "Mark,
how about you and I go and pick up a couple of videos for this
evening. Your sister says she'll stay here and keep Trisha company."
Mark left and Trisha realized she still had not yet finished her
meal. Hungrily she turned her attention to finishing the last piece
of barbecued chicken when she heard the front door close. Almost
immediately, Jennifer appeared, grabbed her by the waist and guided
her into the house, down the hall and into the bedroom. It wasn't
very subtle Jennifer realized, but they had some unfinished business.
Jennifer's bedroom was definitely that of a fun-loving, athletic,
tomboy. Old clothes were piled in one corner, beneath a large Air
Jordan poster that dominated one wall of the room. Library books,
fan magazines, toys and a basketball were scattered about on the
floor. Mark's baseball mitt hung over one of the bed posts ("how did
that get here?" Trisha wondered) and the sheets were thrown off to
one side, just as Jennifer had left them when she bounded out of bed
that morning. Like Trisha's bedroom, Jennifer's had a south facing
window, and the warm, golden-red light of sunset filled the room.
The familiar surroundings comforted Trisha, but she was a bit
overwhelmed by Jennifer's obvious desire. Even now, as she held the
last piece of chicken in her hand, Jennifer stood before her fumbling
with the top button of her shirt. Trisha put down her meal, wiped
her hand on her jeans, then put her hand over Jennifer's.
"Hey -- slow down," she said, "I'm not going anywhere."
Jennifer stopped, dropped her hands, then leaned her head against
Trisha's shoulder. "Trisha, I'm sorry." Her voice was soft,
apologetic "I guess I am acting kinda dumb." She paused, struggling
for words, then looked at Trisha in exasperation. "Oh, Trish! It's
hard to explain. It's just that what we did this afternoon - you
know, when you did it with your mouth - it felt sooooooooo good. I
get really turned on thinking about it, and thinking about tonight
and maybe doing the same to you."
"You don't have to," Trisha replied.
"I WANT to," Jenny said, no doubt whatsoever in her eyes. "I really
do. It's just sorta scary, that's all. I've never felt this way
before, so turned on, I mean. Especially --" she stopped, realizing
what she was about to say.
"Especially by another girl?" Trisha finished the thought for her.
She could guess what Jennifer was going thru.
Jennifer bit her lower lip. "Yeah, that's part of it." She gave
Trisha a rueful smile. "Kinda weird, isn't it?"
"Yeah, I guess it is kinda weird, but Jenny, look. We're best
friends and I really like you. When I -- make love to you -- (there,
Trisha thought, I said it out loud) it's the neatest thing in the
whole world. I can trust you not to hurt me or make fun of me or
anything. And I also know you like it when we're together and do all
the things we like to do. That's all that really matters, right?
That we're friends and we can be together and have fun and trust each
other. There is nothing wrong with that." Trisha stopped, out of
breath. It was quite a speech for her and not knowing what else to
do, she started playing with a wisp of Jennifer's hair.
Jennifer looked at her, smiling, almost laughing at her friends utter
confidence in herself and in her. "Trisha, you're amazing
sometimes," Jennifer said, "doesn't getting turned on by me, by other
girls, ever bother you?"
"No." It was that simple.
Jennifer thought about it. "Weeellll," she said slowly, "I guess it
wont bother me either. At least, not as long as it feels as good as
you make it feel." She leaned over and kissed Trisha's cheek,
smiling, her dark eyes understanding, playful, willing. That look
sent a shiver of anticipation and delight thru Trisha.
"Alright, 'nuff said." Trisha replied. Jennifer nodded her head in
agreement. "I wanna get undressed, OK?"
They undressed each other down to their panties, pants first then
tops. Trisha pulled Jennifer's tank-top over her head, and as they
sat down, Trisha once again stared in frank admiration at her friends
athletic body. Jennifer's legs were strong, lean with muscle, and
her hips were narrow; the hips of a graceful, fast cat. Jennifer was
six months Trisha's junior and just starting to enter puberty, but
already she had breasts -- small, firm handfuls topped with smooth
brown nipples. Trisha thought (although she never told Jennifer
this) that they were simply, truly beautiful. Trisha was also into
puberty (unlike Jennifer, who's young pussy was totally hairless, her
pubis sported a patch of fine, golden peach fuzz) and her hips were
beginning to lose their boyish, angular lines, but so far, her
breasts were no more than large (albeit pretty) nipples. Trisha was
terribly self-conscious about them and she could not begin to tell
Jennifer what it meant to her when, on the night of their first
sleepover, she so tenderly took them into her mouth and sucked them.
That small act, more than anything else, had cemented their
relationship.
Together they sat, cross-legged on the floor, their knees touching.
They talked softly, no hurry, words flowing easily from one to
another. As they talked, they touched, Trisha resting her hands
lightly on Jennifer's legs, stroking her knees while Jennifer played
her fingers across Trisha's bare chest. When Jennifer brushed her
nipples, Trisha stopped in mid-sentence, swallowing hard.
"Oh boy," she whispered, "I think I almost came."
"You can't do that from me just touching you, can you?"
"Right now, I think maybe so." Trisha paused. "Jenny, before you do
me, I want to feel you up, OK?"
Trisha stood, then leaned down and brought Jennifer to her feet.
They stood face to face, inches apart. Suddenly Trisha grabbed
Jennifer and held her close, pressing her pubic mound against
Jennifer's. It was like the breaking of a dam; they both hurried,
excited, fumbling to remove their panties. Trisha pulled hers from
around her waist, letting them drop to her ankles. With one swift
motion, Jennifer removed her own panties and stood naked before
Trisha. Without a word, Trisha reached for her and they stood
together; Jennifer with her legs apart, foreheads touching as they
both looked down to watch. Trisha slipped her hand between
Jennifer's legs, cupping the bare pubis in her palm as she nestled
her fingers between the lips of Jennifer's vulva. Trisha was very
good at this, stroking her clit, fondling the lips, applying just the
right amount of pressure on her mons, and soon Jennifer was weak at
the knees, clutching at Trisha's arms so she could stand. Jennifer
bit her lip and cried into Trisha's shoulder as she climaxed. It was
a lot easier than the first one that afternoon and wasn't as
overwhelming, but she still had to lean against Trisha's body as her
legs recovered. Trisha ran her hands over Jennifer's bottom,
bringing her back to earth.
"Mmmm," Jennifer whispered, "you're so dam good at this, you know."
Trisha just smiled at her. Jennifer shook her head, breathing deeply.
"OK, Trish,", Jennifer said, her eyes shiny and bright, "your turn."
Playfully she pushed her friend over onto the bed. Trisha's legs
dangled over the edge, panties still around her ankles. Jennifer
knelt before her, removed the panties and let them drop to the floor.
With her ankles now free Trisha spread her legs wide, allowing
Jennifer to stare straight into her open cunny. Jennifer's playful
expression was gone, replaced by a look close to reverence as she
raised her hand to touch Trisha. The girls exchanged excited
whispers, Jennifer telling Trisha how neat and soft her pussy looked,
Trisha reassuring Jennifer that hers was just as wonderful. Jennifer
gave Trisha a few soft strokes, then carefully placing her palms
against the inside of Trisha's thighs, braced herself. She closed
her eyes, hesitated, then with a deep breath, leaned forward and
pressed her lips to Trisha's moist, pink slit. Her tongue darted
from her mouth, and for the first time, Jennifer tasted Trisha's
musky, sweet/salty wetness. Tenderly she kissed Trisha's cunny,
inhaling deeply the familiar, arousing odor. (Although she had never
tasted Trisha before, Jennifer loved her smell. Oft times after
masturbating Trisha she would un-ashamedly cup her fingers to her
nose and savor the secret, special scent of her.) Jennifer kissed the
sparse pubic hair atop Trisha's mound, then held her friends pussy
open with her thumbs to tongue her from clit to vagina. Back and
forth she went, kissing and licking the lips of Trisha's vulva.
Before long, she had covered Trisha's cunny with her mouth and was
eagerly sucking the folds, stopping only to catch a quick breath and
swallow the mixture of Trisha's wetness and her own saliva as they
filled her mouth. Trisha started her familiar low, breathy moan,
started bucking her hips against Jennifer as she neared climax.
Jennifer held her mouth to Trisha's cunny as best she could, licking
Trisha's clit with long wet strokes of her tongue until Trisha cried
out, climaxing in a great burst of wetness.
Jennifer stumbled to her feet and collapsed onto the bed next to
Trisha. The sun had set, and in the half tones of dusk, Trisha's
skin glowed white, her cherry red nipples turned to dark red.
Jennifer gazed at Trisha's profile; her small delicate nose, her high
cheekbones, the way her hair shimmered in the half-light and, as if
for the first time, she realized how really beautiful Trisha was.
She wished her eyes were cameras so she might keep that image of
Trisha in her mind forever.
"Trisha?" she asked softly.
"Mmmmm." Trisha mumbled.
"Would you sleep with me tonight?" Normally, after there sex play,
they would return to their individual sleeping bags to talk and maybe
hold hands before drifting off to sleep.
"Mmmmm, OK, sure." Trisha was starting to waken from the afterglow.
"I, uh -- can we do it some more?"
"Yes, Trish," Jennifer answered quietly, nodding her head.
For the next hour or so, the girls lay in Jennifer's half made bed,
tangled tightly among the bedsheets and pillows, caressing and
sucking one another till they were to the point of exhaustion. They
could no longer pretend (nor did they want to) that what they were
doing was innocent, girlish sex play. No, they made love to one
another -passionate, hungry, physical love. For Trisha especially:
normally she was the initiator, but tonight, Jennifer took control
and Trisha found herself opening her body to Jennifer in ways she
never would have dared before. She was still wet from Jennifer's
mouth and Jennifer spent a good deal of time playing her fingers in
and out of her cunny, at times reaching so deep inside that they
touched the back of her cuntal wall. Jennifer rolled her over and
caressed the cheeks of her bottom, showering them with playful
kisses. Trisha returned the favor. They tried sixty-nine but it was
too awkward; neither could concentrate with the others tongue in
their cunny and they ended up collapsing in giggles. Jennifer
finally rolled Trisha onto her back again and brought her to the edge
by thumbing her clit while stroking the folds of her vulva. Trisha
was so excited she didn't say a word when Jennifer's fingers wandered
towards the private, forbidden places below her vagina. Jennifer got
to her knees, and still fingering Trisha's cunny, leaned over and
took a nipple into her mouth; almost immediately, Trisha responded
with another shuddering, bucking climax. After Trisha finished,
Jennifer sat back on the bed and, to Trisha's utter and everlasting
amazement, put her fingers in her mouth, sucking them clean before
finally laying down next to her, resting her head on Trisha's chest.
"Oh -- sweet -- Jesus -- that was good," was all Trisha could manage.
That wasn't all. Jennifer, in a soft, earnest voice, told Trisha how
good it felt to caress her and (blushing only slightly) how good she
tasted. Trisha had never had anyone talk to her like that before and
the words struck her with almost physical force; arousing her as much
as her friends touch had. When Jennifer finally rolled over onto her
back to take her turn Trisha did not hesitate; she slid to the foot
of the bed, nestling herself between Jennifer's outstretched legs.
As she lowered her face to Jennifer's pussy, Trisha caught the clean,
floral scent of soap; mixed with the darker, musky odor of Jennifer's
cunny, it created a perfume that touched a deep and elemental desire
within Trisha. She was fast losing control of herself and roughly
parted Jennifer's pussy with her fingers, her tongue searching, not
stopping until it again rested inside her friends vagina. For a
crazy moment, Trisha started drawing her tongue in and out, loving
Jennifer as deeply and as intimately as (she supposed) one girl could
love another. She stopped only when Jennifer took her by the
shoulders and pulled her away to lie on top. They embraced, tightly,
Trisha a bit scared and embarrassed now by her sudden display of
passion. Jennifer was meowing softly, almost a cry, and Jennifer's
heart was beating so hard Trisha felt it against her own chest.
"Oh wow," she whispered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get so carried
away. Are you all right?"
"Yes," Jennifer squeaked. For a long while she was silent. Then,
"You felt like a boy inside me."
Trisha rolled off of her onto the bed. Together they stared at the
ceiling, holding hands, waiting for their bodies to relax and their
breathing to return to normal. "Jenny," Trisha finally asked,
breaking the silence, "you've never done it with a guy, have you?"
Jennifer giggled, shaking her head no. "Well," Trisha said, "I guess
then that was for practice." Jennifer smiled sweetly and cuffed her
with her pillow. Trisha, properly chastised, slid back down the bed
and, with as much tenderness as her passion would allow, sucked her
friend to climax.
They finished, as they usually did, engaging in a long, playful
session of mutual masturbation. Afterward, laying side by side in
the dark, they were content to simply touch one another. Trisha
cupped Jennifer's warm, wet cunny in the hand while Jennifer idly ran
her fingers thru the soft, golden hairs crowning Trisha's pubis.
"Jenny," Trisha's voice was sleepy, wistful, "sometimes I wish we
could, you know, cum at the same time." Then, almost as an
afterthought, "Actually -- I wish you could make me cum by laying on
top of me."
"Yeah, that would be neat." Jennifer said thru a wide, sleepy yawn.
She was exhausted, having been in a state of almost constant arousal
since early that afternoon. "Trisha -- I gotta get some sleep, OK?"
Almost apologetically, she took her hand from Trisha's cunny,
trailing it over the length of Trisha's body before she rolled onto
her side, curling up next to her friend. "More tomorrow," she
mumbled.
"Yeah, I guess so," Trisha said softly, to no one in particular. She
lay their awhile, then reached down and pulled the covers over them.
Jennifer was already breathing the steady, shallow breaths of
contented sleep. Trisha snuck a quick kiss on the lips, wished her a
good night, then closed her eyes. Within moments she had joined
Jennifer in the arms of Morphias.
"Trisha, come on, wake up." Trisha opened her eyes to find
Jennifer's face inches from her own. Jennifer was laying on top of
her, rubbing her body against Trisha's. "Huh, what?" Trisha said.
Jennifer wedged her knee between Trisha's thighs, working them open,
and then Trisha understood. With a sudden rush, she awoke, wrapping
her legs around Jennifer's hips, then clutching Jennifer's bottom she
pressed her friends pubic mound against her own. Jennifer arched
above her, strong arms holding her body steady against Trisha's
crotch as Trisha rotated her hips, rubbing her clit and fore-cunny
against Jennifer's hairless mound. Jennifer met Trisha's thrusts
with her own, one time knocking the headboard against the wall with a
sharp bang. Back and forth they rocked; wet sex against wet sex, hot
breath on each others faces. Trisha raised her hands to Jennifer's
budding mounds and pinched. Jennifer's arms gave way and she
collapsed onto Trisha, grinding her nipples into Trisha's hands.
Trisha was close to coming, high on the plateau of ecstasy, and when
Jennifer stuck a tongue in her ear it was all over. She exploded,
thrashing wildly against Jennifer's body, driving her cunny hard
against Jennifer's bare pubis. Jennifer growled, long and low, then
scrambled to her hands and knees and reached for her own pussy.
Closed-eyed and slack-jawed Jennifer swiftly brought herself to
climax. When she came she again collapsed, this time spread eagle
over Trisha's body. Trisha held her tight, feeling Jennifer's body
stiffen then release as the orgasm flowed thru it.
"I -- I wanted to make us cum together," Jennifer said softly, her
voice wavering, "like you wanted before." Her head was buried in the
crook of Trisha's neck and Trisha couldn't tell if Jennifer was
disappointed, or satisfied, or what. Gradually though Jennifer's
body melted into Trisha's and they lay in peaceful, contented
silence; Jennifer's warm breath in Trisha's ear while Trisha trailed
her fingers lightly over Jennifer's spine.
"You wanna try it with me on top?" Trisha finally inquired.
"Na, I just want to lay here for a while. Jeez, what time is it?"
Trisha turned her head towards the alarm clock on the bed stand.
"12:30. You didn't sleep..." Suddenly she was shoving Jennifer off
of her, trying to hide herself between Jennifer's body and the wall.
"Oh no, its your dad!" Trisha whispered in terror. Jennifer rolled
over to face the door, shielding Trisha. Someone stood in the
doorway all right, but the tall, lanky figure was not that of her
father, it was her brother.
Jennifer put her finger to her lips, shushing him, then motioned him
over to the bed. Silently, Mark crossed the room and sat down on the
floor facing Jennifer. Trisha, peeking over Jennifer's shoulder,
watched in dumfounded amazement as Jennifer calmly snaked her arm out
from under the covers, palm extended. Mark brought his hand up to
hers and they intertwined fingers, a ritual of greeting they had used
since they were children. They hand wrestled for a few seconds then
dropped their arms onto Mark's lap.
"Mark," Jennifer whispered, "what are you doing here? You really
scared Trisha."
"Sorry Trish." Mark whispered back "Look, I can't sleep with you two
-- ummm, how do I say this politely -- getting-it-on right next door.
I can hear almost everything."
"You think dad can hear us?" Jennifer asked.
Mark shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe. I don't think he cares."
"Could you really hear us?" Mark couldn't see it, but Jennifer was
blushing.
"Yeah. Did anyone ever tell you you sound like a cat when you cum?"
"Mark!!" Jennifer was still holding her brothers hand and she gave
it a hard squeeze, bending his fingers back. "Ouch," he cried
softly, "be careful."
"Uh, Mark, Jenny," Trisha had finally gotten her voice back, "are you
two going to sit there and have a nice little chat or what?"
Mark and Jennifer were so wrapped up in themselves that Trisha's
sudden comment startled them into silence. Jennifer cocked her head
to one side and stared at her brother, her face questioning, hopeful.
Mark pursed his lips, looking off into the distance. Trisha could
tell something was up, but she dared not guess what. When Mark's
eyes returned he didn't say anything, only looked at his sister. The
kids were communicating on a level that only twins or very close
siblings understood. "You sure?" Mark asked her. She nodded.
Trisha's eyes grew wide.
Jennifer rolled over and, facing Trisha, pulled the sheets over their
heads. She wanted to explain this to Trisha privately, without her
brother's wise cracks. Her voice was soft, matter-of-fact. "Well,
uh, Trish, I never told you this, but Mark and me, sometimes we sleep
together." Trisha's eyes grew wider. "Its not like we have sex or
anything," she added hastily, "we just like to, well, sleep
together." She paused, waiting for Trisha's reaction. Trisha was
still trying to get her mind around the events of the last few
minutes and all she could do was nod her head slowly.
Jennifer continued, her voice a little easier now. "When we were
little kids, we fooled around, you know, watching each other pee and
things like that, but we stopped doing that stuff until, well -- you
remember when that guy broke into our house?" Trisha remembered.
About a week after Trisha had moved into the neighborhood, someone
had tried to break into Jennifer's house by crawling thru her bedroom
window. Jennifer awoke and sat up in bed, startling him, but instead
of backing out he fell thru the window into the room. Jennifer told
Trisha later that she had never been so scared in all her life as
when he got up, his face cut and bleeding, and rocketed thru the room
to the hallway and out the front door, followed by Jennifer's
terrified screams.
"Yes, I remember," Trisha said.
"Well, after the cops had left and dad went back to bed, I was
shaking so badly that I couldn't sleep and I asked Mark to come to
bed with me. It felt so good that the next night I crawled into his
bed. I guess that once we got started we never stopped." Jennifer
paused. Her voice was soft and defiant. "Trisha - I love my
brother. Going to sleep with him beside me is the most natural thing
in the world. It's just like you said before about us, all that
matters is that we love and trust each other." She stopped, looking
straight at Trisha. Only then did Jennifer realize she was
trembling, holding her pillow tight in her fist.
"Jenny, you really want Mark with us?" Trisha asked. Jennifer
nodded.
Trisha didn't know what to say. She remembered talking to Mark
earlier, how comfortable she felt around him. She could also see the
look in Jennifer's eyes and how badly she wanted her to say yes.
"OK," she said softly, "I don't want to fool around or anything with
him, but, yeah, he can join us."
It was awkward at first. Mark crawled in and snuggled up to Jennifer
as Trisha took Jennifer's hands and held them to her chest. They lay
in silence for awhile, their bodies stiff, hardly touching. This was
not working out like Jennifer had hoped. She was about to call the
whole thing off when Mark raised his head and looked over her to
Trisha. His face was solemn, serious as he spoke.
"So Trisha, do you come here often?"
Trisha glared at him, raising her hand. For a second she remained
poised to strike, then the laughter welled up inside her and she
collapsed into her pillow, sobbing, the events of the day finally
spilling over into tears of release. She reached out again, this
time grabbing Marks hand, pulling it towards her. "Come here," she
said, voice horse with emotion. Mark reached for her and Jennifer
was buried in a tangle of arms and legs as they tried to hug one
another. Mark finally got his long arms around the both of them,
pressing Trisha's body against his sister's, and together they lay,
Trisha quietly laughing and crying into Jennifer's chest. Jennifer
rocked her back and forth, holding her as Mark caressed her, running
his hand over her back and thru her hair. It took quite awhile for
Trisha to calm down enough to speak, and when she did, she and Mark
slid into quiet conversation. For a long while they talked, Mark
listening wide eyed as Trisha haltingly explained how it was with
her, what had gone on that day and how she had ended up in his
sisters bed. Jennifer lay on her back between them, watching them
both, idly drawing the tips of her fingers in circles on Trisha's
stomach, occasionally reaching across her body to touch her brother.
Mark would sometimes absent-mindedly return the caress but his
attention was focused completely on Trisha. Several times he started
to reach for her but Trisha kept right on talking, oblivious to
Mark's body language. Finally, with deliberate, exaggerated slowness
he reached across and put his hand on her hip. Trisha froze.
Jennifer, caught in the middle, turned first from her brothers open
and frank stare of want, to Trisha's look of -- not fright or dread
or panic -just resignation; as if she were steeling herself for some
unpleasant chore. For a moment everything stopped as Mark and Trisha
eyed each other. Trisha finally turned and buried her face in her
pillow.
"No, Mark, please," came the muffled reply. She turned her head to
face them both and for the first time since Jennifer had known her,
Trisha seemed small and fragile. "If it were some other time or
place I might wanna say yes, do something with you, but not now...I'm
not ready." She paused, taking a breath. "Besides,", she continued
softly, "I'm, um, well, -- cummed out, if you know what I mean. I'm
just not in the mood anymore."
For a long while, silence. Mark put his head back down on Jennifer's
pillow, brought his hand to his chest. The warm, easy mood of a few
minutes ago was gone and Jennifer was afraid one or the other would
get up and leave. "No," she thought to herself, "I'm not going to
let that happen." She had spent countless evenings that past year
longing, (no, be honest she thought: fantasizing) about this moment,
having both Trisha and her brother in the same bed with her, and
whatever it took she would see to it that they remained.
"Mark, put your arms around me." She rolled over so that her back
was to Mark then grabbed his hand and guided it around her. "OK,
Trish, you do the same." Trisha stared at her uncomprehendingly,
then Jennifer scooped Trisha's body up as best she could and dragged
her over till they were touching, stomach to stomach. "Look, you
two," she said quietly, "Right now -- what we're doing -- is very
special to me. I love you both and I wanna have you next to me and
cuddle me. Both of you. Can I have that much? Please?" She waited.
"OK," her brother replied, and Jennifer knew without looking that he
was giving her a 'you won but I don't mind' smile. "I think my arms
are gonna' fall asleep though." Trisha didn't say anything, she just
put her head against Jennifer's and snuggled her free arm between
Jennifer's back and Marks body. "G'nite," someone mumbled.
Jennifer got her wish.
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Jennifer awoke early the next morning, in a house that was still and
quiet, searching for Mark. His warmth was gone and for a moment she
was disoriented, groping blindly around her till she opened her eyes.
It was dawn, and sometime during the night Mark had gotten up and
left. Trisha was still cuddled close, sleeping on her side, and with
her hand curled loosely in front of her mouth she looked like a young
child. A lock of hair had fallen down across Trisha's forehead to
lay across her face and with every slow, steady breath it danced
across her mouth. For a long while Jennifer lay there, watching her
friend, wondering if anyone could be as peaceful as Trisha looked at
that moment. Or, for that matter, as beautiful. Trisha simply
glowed. "You know," Jennifer thought to herself, "I could get *real*
use to this." She reached over to brush the hair from her friends
forehead and Trisha slowly opened her eyes.
"Hi ya," Trisha said softly.
"Hi ya," Jennifer replied, "Where's Mark?"
Trisha closed her eyes again, and Jennifer waited as Trisha willed
herself awake. "Um, he got up and left before it got light out."
Trisha answered sleepily, "I think he was, uh, kinda frustrated."
She gave Jennifer a wane, knowing smile and both girls broke into
soft giggles. "Poor guy," Trisha said as she snuggled closer, "He is
soooooo sweet too. Maybe next time." Jennifer raised a questioning
eyebrow, but, snug in Trisha's arms, she really wasn't in the mood to
pursue her friends last comment. Rapidly Jennifer drifted back into
light sleep full of strange dreams of flying. It was full daylight
before Trisha finally shook her awake.
"Good morning," Trisha said brightly.
Trisha was sitting up on her knees, facing Jennifer, and as Jennifer
watched she yawned and stretched, every muscle in her slender arms
visible as she clenched her hands. She gazed at the ceiling and
shook her head, letting her long hair shimmer down her back like a
blond waterfall. Her young nipples stood erect. "You're gorgeous,"
Jennifer said in awe, so enraptured by Trisha's form that she was
hardly aware she had spoken. Trisha giggled, covered her mouth, then
buried her face in her hands, wrinkling her nose. "Oh Jenny," she
said with disgust, "I need a bath. I smell like -- well, like I've
been doing it all night."
"Silly girl," Jennifer shot back, "you have." Trisha laughed, fell
down next to Jennifer and they wrestled, enjoying the sensual feel of
their naked bodies. They ended up sitting on the edge of the bed,
side by side, Jennifer with her arm around Trisha's waist. Trisha
was staring out the window and Jennifer gazed at her profile,
watching the morning sunlight as it reflected off her big, pale blue
eyes.
"Trish," Jennifer said, her voice a mixture of satisfaction and
wonder, "that was really neat, what we did last night. Do you think
it's always like that? I mean, making each other cum like we did."
Trisha didn't answer immediately, she just continued staring out the
window, lost in thought. "I don't know," she finally replied, "maybe
its only something that happens with real good friends or -- maybe
we're both just good at it. Whatever it is, I'm glad." The girls
looked sideways at each other, exchanging secret, contented smiles.
Trisha stood up. "Come on, you wanna take a shower with me?"
Jennifer caught the happiness in her friends voice. "Yeah, lets do
it" she replied. Together, wrapped in one of Jennifer's bathrobes,
they stepped out of the bedroom into the brand new day.
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PART II
Jennifer spent the week following the sleepover in a walking daze:
floating around the house, bumping into things, laughing out loud for
no good reason and generally acting as if she were head over heals in
love. She was. Trisha was not just her best friend anymore, but a
lover, soulmate, sister, and equal wrapped up in one. They laughed
together, cried together, got mad at each other over the same dumb
things -- and made love with an intensity that left her weak and
gasping, clutching feebly at Trisha's body every time they finished.
They were so tight, emotionally and physically, that it was kind of
spooky; but in a good, unscary sort of way. Jennifer had no words to
adequately describe how she felt, and probably would not have had ANY
way to express it if Mark hadn't one day brought home a book of M.
C. Escher prints. That evening, as Mark curled up on the couch with
her explaining the tricks of perception the great master used in
creating his endless staircases and impossible objects, they came
across a sketch of one hand drawing another. It wasn't a mirror
image type of thing; one hand sprung from the tip of a pencil even as
it was bringing the other hand into existence. "That's it!"
Jennifer practically shouted. Her brother had no idea what she was
talking about but that was okay, Trisha would know.
Besides her love for Trisha, Jennifer also came to realize that
Trisha had unlocked something else deep within her. Before Trisha,
Jennifer had only a passing interest in sex. Now she found herself
constantly daydreaming about it; and not only about her and Trisha
but how it would feel to have a boy......and the dreams would crash
into blank dead ends, leaving her immensely frustrated. Part of it
was simply a lack of experience. She knew how Trisha felt and
smelled and tasted but it was not so easy to transfer those
sensations to a male body. There was also the problem (or maybe it
wasn't a problem, Jennifer wasn't sure) that, when she tried, the
image she conjured up was that of her brother. Her first thoughts
were of shock and surprise; then curiosity at her own reaction.
"Well," Jennifer thought to herself, "why shouldn't I daydream of
him?" She had always been very close to Mark and her relationship
with Trisha had not changed that. She was also not blind to her
brothers good looks and growing taut, muscular body. Mark was no
longer just her skinny older brother -- no siree -and Jennifer found
herself wondering what would have happened if Trisha *had* said yes
that night. And the more she thought about it the more she became
convinced that she and Mark would have ended up doing it. Right in
front of Trisha no less. Jennifer was old enough to recognize that
some of this was simply the deliciously naughty idea of screwing her
own brother. She also knew, with utter certainty, that making love
to Mark could be very, very good. She wanted to tell Mark these
things and several times she tried, but something always held her
back. A voice inside told her (with that same utter certainty) that
loving her brother was not so simple; that fantasizing was one thing
but reality was full of dark, unexpected surprises. After a while,
Jennifer (rather reluctantly) let the matter drop, but it was hardly
forgotten. The struggle between Jennifer's body and mind was not to
be resolved until much later -- and under circumstances that neither
the girls nor Mark could have ever imagined.
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Despite the thoughts about her brother, Jennifer would always
remember those first few weeks as perfect; some of the best times of
her life. Mark kept his wise-cracks to a minimum and her dad
accepted Trisha's constant presence around the house with a friendly
smile and polite (but genuine) interest in her doings. Jennifer was
quite pleased that her father and Trisha got along so well.
Actually, Jennifer's father was pretty sure there was something more
than 'friendship' between the girls, but while not overly thrilled
with the idea, he did his best not to interfere. Having lost his
wife early in their marriage, he knew first hand the loneliness of
being deprived of a loved one -and he wasn't about to inflict that
pain upon his own daughter.
Unfortunately, Trisha's mom was another matter entirely. What had
started out as unexplained coolness towards Jennifer had turned into
outright coldness, bordering on hostility. Trisha strongly suspected
that her mom had discovered the truth about her sexuality, didn't
like it, and was bound and determined to take that dislike out on
Jennifer. "You sure spend a lot of time with that girl," her mom
told her rather pointedly, "are you sure she is the *right* kind of
friend?" It didn't help matters any when she caught the girls
necking in the bedroom one afternoon. She tried banishing Jennifer
from the house, but that didn't last long. As much as she disliked
Jennifer she liked having Trisha sulk around the house like a two
year old far less. She did, however, watch them like a hawk; never
giving the girls a chance to be alone. And of course, as randy teens
from time immemorial have done, they took this as the ultimate
challenge...
As July rolled into August, Trisha and Jennifer found themselves
spending a lot of time in the basement/rec-room of Trisha's house.
It was a good place to beat the heat, the 'fridge in the corner
provided a convenient place to stash sodas and, best of all, it was
the one place where they had a little privacy -- and during the
second week of August that year the girls needed all three. The
weather had turned blazing, asphalt softening hot, they couldn't get
enough to drink, and Trisha had been out of town on vacation with her
folks for the past week and a half. Sweet little Jennifer was (to
put it bluntly) hornier than a shipwrecked sailor. She desperately
wanted to haul Trisha into her bedroom, but her dad was home that
week painting the house, so Jennifer had to settle for the rec-room
and Trisha's mom's watchful eye. They had just finished a game of
ping pong when Trisha's mom ran down the stairs for the um-teenth
time, checking on the girls.
"This is getting really annoying," Jennifer said to Trisha when she
was sure that her mom was out of ear shot. Trisha leaned against the
ping pong table, idly playing with the paddle, turning one side then
the other against the table top.
"Jenny, did you miss me?" Trisha asked.
"Take a wild guess." Jennifer meant for her answer to be funny, sort
of a playful 'you don't REALLY need an answer to that, do you?' but
she missed. Trisha flinched; hurt from the unintended sarcasm
showing on her face. "Oh damn," Jennifer thought, "I'm so horny I
can't even talk straight."
"I'm sorry, Trish, that didn't come out right. Look, I'm uh, having
a hard time just standing here talking to you." She paused. "You
know what I mean?"
Trisha nodded. She knew exactly what Jennifer meant. Her whole body
-- arms, legs, thighs, nipples, cunny -- ached to feel Jennifer's
touch and there was nothing she could do about it, not with her mom
in the house. As if to punctuate the point the sound of her mom's
voice came drifting down the stairs. She was talking on the
telephone. Trisha decided to (sorta) change the subject.
"I had a dream last night," Trisha sighed wishfully.
"About what?"
Trisha paused and then a wicked little smile played across her lips.
"Take a wild guess," she replied.
"You asked for it!" Jennifer yelled, breaking into laughter as she
grabbed her paddle. She went after Trisha in gleeful abandon,
grabbing at her shirt tails and swinging for her friend's beautiful,
firm butt as they scrambled wildly around the corner. Jennifer
missed the first time, connected on the second, and with a yelp
Trisha skidded to a stop and turned around. Too late did Jennifer
realize that Trisha was holding her own paddle. "Oooooh shit,"
Jennifer said to herself as she madly tried to reverse course. She
didn't want to present her own backside to Trisha so, like two
fencers in a duel, Trisha backed her up -- straight into the wall.
"Uncle?" Jennifer pleaded thru her laughter as Trisha dropped her
paddle and took her by the wrists. Slowly Trisha stretched
Jennifer's arms above her head then pinned them to the cinder blocks.
"You give?" Trisha asked in mock seriousness, and at that moment
Jennifer would have given Trisha everything she owned; after a week
and a half of missing her it was SO DAM GOOD to feel her body again.
"Anything you want, baby," Jennifer answered in her best low and sexy
voice, and then Trisha kissed her. Hard.
As intimate and passionate as the girls were with each other, they
rarely ever french-kissed, certainly not with the intensity Trisha
used now. Releasing Jennifer's hands she grabbed her friend by the
waist, pulling Jennifer's body tight against her own as she feasted
on Jennifer's full, wet lips. Jennifer, arms now free, wrapped them
around Trisha's neck. Trisha swirled her tongue into Jennifer's open
mouth; grazing the roof, touching the inside of her cheeks before
intertwining it with Jennifer's. Jennifer wanted to swallow the
sweet invader whole but Trisha's lips were so tight against hers that
she couldn't get her mouth closed. She tilted her head forward,
breaking the kiss.
"Let me suck it!" Jennifer implored.
Trisha obliged, softening the kiss even as she plunged still deeper,
completely filling Jennifer's mouth. Jennifer gasped for a final
breath then closed her mouth around the soft, wet tongue of her
lover. Trisha's knees buckled. Hungrily, greedy Jennifer sucked as
Trisha fell against her, grinding her mons against Jennifer's leg.
Trisha had put her tongue inside Jennifer's pussy many times but this
was totally different; Jennifer was trying to swallow her, to make
their bodies as one. Just the thought of Jennifer wanting her like
this was an incredible turn-on for Trisha. She shook with want,
holding Jennifer impossibly tight, and it was only when Jennifer
began to gray-out from lack of oxygen that she loosened her grip on
Trisha's neck and pushed her away.
"Ohhhhhh" Trisha breathed, face flush and eyes full of dazed wonder.
She held two fingers to Jennifer's lips, slowly tracing the outline
of her friends mouth. "It's like fucking with our clothes on. Never
felt like that...never..." Her voice trailed into silence as they
held one another.
"Did you come?" Jennifer asked, remembering how Trisha's body had
shuddered when she first started sucking.
"No, I was close though." Trisha lifted her head from Jennifer's
shoulder. "Jenny, I..."
"Jennifer!" It was Trisha's mom again, calling down the stairs.
"That was your father. You're due home in ten minutes, OK?" There
was the hollow bong of a pan hitting the sink. Jennifer glanced up
the stairs, shaking her head. "Just a few more minutes" she pleaded
silently. Trisha continued, her voice barely audible. "I really did
have a dream, Jenny. I dreamed that you were a guy, that you...had a
cock. And you were deep inside me, so deep in me..."
That was all Jennifer could take; dropping her hand to Trisha's jeans
she fumbled for the snap. Trisha was completely, totally lost in her
remembrances and it was only the feel of Jennifer's thumbs sneaking
under the waistband of her panties that brought her back to reality.
"No, Jenny -- my mom" she protested but in one swift motion Jennifer
skinned the panties over her hips, baring her lightly furred mound
and perfectly round ass. The jeans continued down her legs to puddle
at her feet. "Trish, I'm gonna do you" Jennifer whispered as she
cupped Trisha's mons, fingers sliding between the wet lips of her
pussy. She traced the outline of Trisha's cunny from front to back,
circled the opening to her tight canal, then Trisha buried her face
into Jennifer's neck to stifle the moans as Jennifer slowly sank her
middle finger deep into her young vagina. "Ohhhh....yeah!" Trisha
groaned. She pawed at Jennifer's breasts, then the front of her
jeans, then lost all rhythm as a second finger joined its mate inside
her body. Trisha started whimpering, churning her hips as Jennifer
withdrew half way then entered her again. Jennifer rested the back
of her thumb against Trisha's engorged clit, stroking it lightly,
finger-fucking Trisha with loving, passionate skill. At one point
Trisha, out of her mind with passion, rose to her tip-toes then came
down hard, driving Jennifer's fingers in as deep as they would go.
"Mu...More!" Trisha groaned. Jennifer's hand was soaked, absolutely
drenched with Trisha's juices, and the slick cream allowed a third
digit to enter the cunt of her lover.
"I'm a guy. Cum for me, Trisha." Jennifer cooed.
With her last rational thought, Trisha buried her open mouth against
Jennifer's chest, loosed a silent scream, and came. It was
obliterating. She collapsed against Jennifer, cunny clamped tight
about Jennifer's fingers, writhing against her friend as the longest,
best orgasm of her life took hold. Wave after wave of ecstasy
pounded Trisha's body, buckling her knees, and Jennifer had to grab
the back of her shirt to keep her from sliding to the floor.
Jennifer held Trisha tight, arm clamped around Trisha's waist and
fingers buried deep in her pussy until the shaking and moaning
finally ceased. For a long while afterward Trisha lay propped up
against Jennifer's body, panting heavily, face pressed against her
best friends breasts.
"Trish?" Jennifer asked, her lips resting against the top of
Trisha's blond head as one by one she gently removed her fingers,
"You alive down there?" Very slowly Trisha nodded yes, then with
shaky arms pushed herself away from Jennifer to stand. She wobbled,
legs no more steady than her arms had been, and Jennifer held onto
her until she was able to stand on her own.
"Oh...WOW!" They said it together, on cue. Trisha giggled, still
high from the climax.
"Jenny, five minutes -- and what's going on down there!?" It was
Trisha's mom again, and as Trisha frantically grabbed for her panties
Jennifer retrieved Trisha's pants from around her ankles then put a
finger to Trisha's lips, telling her to be quiet. "Be right there,"
Jennifer called back up the stairs, voice bright and full of
innocence. Trisha, hastily tucking her shirt back into her jeans,
just shook her head and laughed. "My love, you're toooooo much.
God, I don't believe what we just did!" Then, serious now, she added
"What about you?"
Jennifer eyed Trisha, then her still wet fingers, but both girls knew
they had pressed their luck as far as they dared. Reluctantly,
Jennifer shook her head no. "I'll take care of myself later.
Besides," she added with a sheepish smile, "right now if we tried I'd
probably yell the house down." That much was true; when Jennifer
came she had a tendency to scream. Very loudly.
"Okay, if that's what you want. But I warn you -- next time I get my
hands on you you're gonna cum till you beg for mercy."
Jennifer's face brightened, "That a promise?"
A slow and absolutely delicious smile spread across Trisha's face.
Later, sitting at the dinner table with her family, it was quite
obvious Jennifer's thoughts were elsewhere. Her dad was rather
puzzled and he even considered asking her about it, but it would not
have done much good. All he would have received was some answer
about 'how to keep from begging'.
--------------------
Jennifer stood in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom,
dressed only in shorts and T-shirt. It was late afternoon, the first
day of the new school year, and Jennifer was imagining herself in the
bright purple and gold uniform of the Roosevelt Jr. High Bobcats.
The school district had started a new girl's soccer league and
Jennifer, more out of curiosity than anything else, had gone to the
try-outs. She had done well and thought she had a good shot at
making the 'A' team but that's not what had her so excited. From the
moment she first faced off with the coach, ball cradled between her
feet, Jennifer knew she had found something very special. It was
totally unexpected (as most good things in life are), but Jennifer
had finally found a way to express her boundless athleticism. Soccer
was a challenge, both mental and physical, and it suited her to a
'T'. What's more, for the first time in her life she could run and
jump and yell (and murder a soccer ball) and no one would tease her
about being a tomboy. She could be as fierce a competitor as any guy
and no one would question it.
She turned sideways to the mirror, admiring her body. Strong young
legs, perfect for running and kicking, ascended to her flat stomach.
Higher up were the small, firm mounds of her breasts, the hard
nipples poking at the thin fabric of her T-shirt. She was starting
to understand why, after every love-making session, Trisha would
spend so much time caressing and touching her. Jennifer had always
seen her body as an athlete would, Trisha saw her body as a lover
would; now Jennifer realized she was really both. Sex and soccer.
Yeah, she thought to herself, its going to be *quite* a school year.
"Hey sis," Mark's voice drifted down the hallway, "Trisha's calling."
Jennifer quickly slipped into her high tops and bounded out the
bedroom door, giving the doorjamb a playful slap on the way out. Man
-- she felt good! Mark sat on the couch, face buried in a book as he
held one arm out to her, phone dangling. She could hardly wait to
tell Trisha.
"Hey Trish, you'll never guess."
Silence.
"Trisha?"
"Get - over - here - now." Trisha's voice was jagged, on the verge
of crying.
"Wha...What's the--"
"NOW!" Trisha yelled. Jennifer threw the handset at the receiver
and bolted out the door.
Trisha, face tear stained and eyes bloodshot, met Jennifer in the
foyer of her house. "My dad got canned," she said flatly.
"Huh?" Jennifer replied. Now, in addition to being scared half out
of her wits, she was totally confused. "Uh, OK...I'm sorry..."
Gradually it dawned on Trisha that she wasn't making sense. Trisha
tried again, this time from the beginning:
"When I got home from school today, daddy was waiting for me. He
said he'd had a meeting with the new owners." Jennifer remembered
Trisha telling her something about the place where her dad worked
being bought out, but at the time, she hadn't paid much attention.
Trisha continued. "These...these buttholes told him they were
closing down the local office. They fired my dad then told him he
could re-apply for his old job back at the old headquarters if...if,"
Trisha's voice choked, "...if he was willing to move."
"Oh shit," Jennifer breathed. She closed her eyes, knowing what was
coming.
"Jenny, we're moving back to L. A."
"No," Jennifer said. She was numb with shock. Trisha took her by
the hand and led her into the house, silently walking her across the
living room to the couch.
"No," Jennifer repeated, her voice pleading, "you CAN'T be -- not
when I love you so."
"As if that makes a difference to them," Trisha replied bitterly.
She collapsed onto the couch, dragging Jennifer down with her, then
burying her face into Jennifer's hair, burst into tears. Jennifer,
dimly realizing that her job now was to comfort Trisha, enveloped her
lover in her arms and slowly, gently rocked her back and forth.
Gradually Jennifer's shock turned to dull, unfocused anger. Trisha
-- her best friend, her solemate, her love -- was hurting and it was
because of what *others* had done; people she didn't know or have any
control over. "It's not fair!" she cried to herself. For the first
time in her life, Jennifer had come face to face with the hardness of
the adult world, and it hurt. Silently she cursed: Trisha's parents,
adults in general, and she was about to start in on the supreme being
itself when Trisha's mom strode into the room.
"Trisha, that's quite enough. Jennifer, I think you had better be
go..."
She stopped. Jennifer was staring directly at her, dark eyes wide
and piercing. They were not the eyes of a upset thirteen-year old.
In the brief seconds that it had taken Trisha's mom to speak,
Jennifer's anger had turned to a deep, permanent resolve. She
decided that from then on she would no longer subject herself to the
will of adults *just* because they were adults. When Jennifer spoke
every word was calm, clear, and shot thru with rods of case hardened
steel.
"Mrs. Collins, please go. Your daughter and I would like some
privacy."
Trisha's mom took a final look at Jennifer's face, then turned and
walked out of the room. "Tha-thank you," Trisha sobbed quietly into
Jennifer's chest. (Later, Jennifer would mark this event -- the
defiance of Trisha's mom -- as the beginning of her long, painful
journey thru adolescence and into adulthood. But that's another
story.)
It took a while, but Trisha's sobs gradually reduced themselves to
occasional sniffles and quick catch breaths. Jennifer took Trisha's
head in her hands and gave her a gentle kiss, on the lips, tasting
the salt of her tears.
"Feel a little better now?" Jennifer forced a smile into her voice.
"A little. Thanks for...being here." Jennifer nodded, took a deep
breath, then judging that Trisha was calm enough to respond without
bursting into tears again, asked her when they were moving.
"Real soon -- this weekend I think." Trisha replied, still
sniffling. "Dad says we're flying to my Aunt Mays on Sunday. He
wants to get me back into my old school then start looking for an
apartment. Moms gonna stay behind to sell the house. Yeah, my love
-- they got everything arranged." Again, the bitterness crept into
Trisha's voice.
"You're coming over Saturday, right?" Jennifer said. It was a
statement, not a question. Trisha nodded, nuzzling Jennifer's face.
"I'll be there. Cuddle some more?"
They remained on the couch, comforting one another with hugs and
quiet girl talk for the better part of an hour until Trisha's mom
called her daughter to dinner. Jennifer noted with sour satisfaction
that Mrs. Collins made the announcement from the kitchen. Trisha
walked her to the door, and for a while, they just stood there;
Trisha leaning in the open door way as Jennifer played with a button
on the front of Trisha's shirt. There wasn't much else to say and
the thing that Jennifer really wanted to do -- give Trisha a deep,
long kiss -- seemed out of place in front of the neighbors. No, she
thought, that will have to wait. Jennifer said her good-bye then
turned to leave when Trisha took her by the shoulders.
"Jenny, can I ask something of you? Don't say yes until you've heard
it."
"OK, I'm listening," Jennifer replied.
"About Saturday night. Would it be okay with you if I -- I invited
Mark to bed with us? For real this time."
For a second, Jennifer stared blankly, then her jaw literally dropped.
"Trisha??!"
"Don't be mad at me, please," Trisha pleaded, "I can't explain right
now. I just want you both."
"Oh jeez," Jennifer stammered, "I'm not mad at you, I just never
thought you'd really..." Trisha put a finger to Jennifer's lips,
hushing her.
"Just ask him, OK? I'll talk to you tomorrow at school." With that
Trisha closed the door, leaving Jennifer to stare at a pair of
intricately carved wood panels.
--------------------
Later that evening, sitting cross-legged on the bed facing Mark,
Jennifer told her brother of Trisha's parting comment. He was just
as incredulous.
"But she doesn't even LIKE guys!" he protested.
"Mark, I don't think it's like that at all." Jennifer replied. She
thought back to the afternoon in the rec-room and the other (not so
subtle) hints Trisha had been dropping. "I think she is unsure of
herself with a boy, and maybe a little scared for some reason, I
don't know. But she likes the idea of, well, having a guy put his
thing inside her. And I know for a fact she likes *you* a whole lot."
"When did you know this?!" Mark demanded.
"Well, I wasn't sure until now, but I kinda suspected it all along."
"Oh Jesus, Jenny, NOW you tell me!" Mark unwrapped his arms from his
sister and buried his face in his hands. Slowly he shook his head
and uttered an animal-like cry of pain, exasperation, anger, and
utter frustration.
"Jenny, do you have any -- ANY -- idea of what I've been going
through? Do you know what it's like spending every weekend lying
here listening to you two fuck your brains out and thinking I'd never
have a chance with her because she's a lezzie!?! Not to mention the
fact she's *your* girlfriend. And now you tell me she wants ME! I
DON'T FUCKING BELIEVE IT!!! AAAAAUUUGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!"
For the second time that day, Jennifer was dumbstruck; her brother's
outburst had caught her completely off guard and all she could do was
stare at him in open-jawed amazement. Mark finished his guttural cry
and for a second the two kids sat in stunned silence. Mark wasn't
really mad at his sister (it was just the shock and surprise at what
Jennifer had told him) and when Jennifer's face dissolved into
anguish he realized what he had said and how she had taken it.
"Oh Jenn, I shouldn't have yelled. Are you all right?"
"Nooooo," Jennifer's voice cracked, "I'm not. Trisha's leaving
and...and...OH DAMn!" Mark -- hold meeeeeeee..." At last Jennifer
wept, and the tears were hard and bitter.
Much later, as she lay quiet in her brothers embrace, Mark asked if
sharing Trisha would be hard for her. Jennifer took her time before
answering. "No, not with you," she said finally. "I mean, you're a
pretty neat guy and all and, well --" Jennifer took a big gulp,
"-sometimes I want to do it with you too, even if you are my
brother." Inside herself, Jennifer winced. She really hadn't meant
to add the last part, but in her upset and emotion it came anyway,
without conscious thought.
"Oh." Mark paused. "Jenny, I --"
"Shhhh," she hushed her brother. "No more. I shouldn't have said
anything. I'm going to my room and we can talk about it later, OK?"
Gently she removed her brothers arms from around her and slid off the
bed, leaving Mark to sit and stare off into the distance. That night
they slept in separate beds -- Jennifer with a lump in her chest
where her heart was and Mark with very confusing and erotic thoughts
of his sister and Trisha.
-------- Saturday Night --------
"Well, what *did* your mom say?" Jennifer asked, full of curiosity.
Trisha tossed her long, blond hair back over her head and laughed.
"Absolutely nothing! I mean, between YOUR dad calling and asking
that I be allowed to come over and MY dad agreeing there wasn't much
she could say, was there?"
Trisha and Jennifer sat in the middle of Jennifer's bedroom floor, on
top of a pile of sleeping bags and blankets pulled from the bed.
Jennifer, dressed in her favorite night shirt and panties, had her
legs sprawled out in front of her while Trisha sat cross-legged
between them. Trisha wore *her* favorite night shirt also, but she
was bare underneath. She had shucked her panties earlier; the crotch
being so soaked with her juices that they were uncomfortable. Oh
well, she thought, I bet Jenny is the same way. She was.
For both the girls and Mark it had been a very, very long week.
Besides the pain of leaving, Trisha had been in constant turmoil over
her decision to tell Jennifer of her desire for Mark. She did not
want anything to come between her and Jennifer, not when she needed
her lover so badly, and it was only after a long talk with Jennifer
Friday after school that Jennifer convinced her that everything was
okay. Mark, scared that he would say or do something that would make
Trisha change her mind (not that Trisha had any intention of doing
so), became very quiet. At school he hardly spoke to Trisha at all.
It was only that very evening, sitting on the couch watching TV with
Trisha, that Mark was finally able to convince himself that it all
was true.
As for Jennifer, she had spent the late night hours that week
waiting, wondering and fantasizing. She was not jealous of Mark, nor
did she love Trisha any less. In fact, the thought of Mark's lean,
hard body on top of Trisha, his cock deep inside the precious cunny
she knew so well, was as powerful and erotic a turn-on as she could
imagine. It was as if, thru her brother, she could make her sexual
union with Trisha complete. Jennifer was also turned on, and a
little scared, about what would happen if she and Mark ended up with
Trisha together. Jennifer had caught the look in Mark's eyes when
earlier she confessed of her thoughts about him. There was surprise,
and something else she could not name. It took a while but she
finally figured it out. Relief. As in: 'at least I'm not the only
one'. Jennifer knew that if she and her brother ended up in the same
bed together, naked and willing and with Trisha as a catalyst, there
would be no stopping them.
"So, what did your brother say when you told him?" Trisha asked.
Now it was Jennifer's turn to laugh. "He couldn't believe it." She
told Trisha of the scene in his bedroom. "I think Mark has a thing
for you. I mean, it's more than just the sex part -- he truly likes
you." Trisha mulled Jennifer's comments over for a bit.
"You know, you're really lucky having a brother and all. Especially
one like him." Trisha smiled. "You love him, don't you?"
"Of course -- he's my brother." Jennifer answered, puzzled. She
searched Trisha's face, looking for clues as to what she was up to.
Sometimes Trisha could be so indirect...
Trisha slowly unfolded her legs and got to her knees, then took
Jennifer's hand and helped Jennifer to hers. This position, kneeling
before each other, was the signal to begin undressing and Jennifer
automatically reached for Trisha's night shirt. Trisha intercepted
her hand.
"Wait." Trisha hesitated before continuing. "Mark told me something
today. About how you feel about him. Is it true?"
Jennifer stared into the light blue eyes of her best and deepest
friend. She had never told Trisha of her desire for her brother -she
thought her secret too weird, too unnatural -- but she could not lie,
could not deny it. Having Trisha's speak her desire made it more
real, somehow. She nodded her head yes, unable to speak.
"Jennifer?"
"Yes," she answered, her voice a whisper.
"Pretend I'm Mark." With that Trisha leaned over and kissed her.
For Jennifer, the arousal was instant and overwhelming. She threw
her arms around Trisha's body, dragging her to the blankets, then
Trisha rolled on top and plunged her tongue into Jennifer's mouth.
Frantically Jennifer tugged at Trisha's night shirt, pulling it up
her back. Trisha broke the kiss long enough for Jennifer to jerk it
over her head, then Trisha was again soul-kissing her as Jennifer
struggled to free Trisha's arms from the tangles. They were both
wild, almost out of control. "Oh God," Jennifer moaned into Trisha's
mouth, "slow down, please!" Gradually Trisha softened the kiss and
Jennifer rolled them both onto their sides. Trisha finally unglued
her mouth from Jennifer's and dropped her head to the pillow.
"Trish --" Jennifer panted, "how...why...I'm so turned on!"
"Me toooooo." Trisha's eyes were wide and round, "Don't stop..."
Jennifer rolled Trisha onto her back and began a slow descent to her
cunny. She licked the hollow of Trisha's neck, just as Trisha taught
her, then very lightly trailed her mouth across Trisha's chest; her
tongue a soft, wet-footed butterfly alighting upon Trisha's nipples.
Jennifer lapped one ridged spike as she ran her open palm across the
other, then the butterfly turned to hot wetness as Jennifer took the
whole of Trisha's budding mound into her mouth. Trisha arched her
back, offering Jennifer as much of her breast as she could take.
Jennifer's hand left the other nipple and did slow circles down
Trisha's stomach, past her naval, coming to rest atop the soft fur
crowning her pubis. Trisha spread her legs and Jennifer's hand
completed its journey, slipping between Trisha's thighs to cover her
damp pussy. Slowly Jennifer worked a finger between the parting
lips; touching Trisha's clit, probing the entrance to her vagina,
stroking Trisha the length of her moist slit. Trisha was almost
overwhelmed by the twin sensations of Jennifer's soft sucking and
gentle fingering. She moaned, hips bucking towards Jennifer's hand,
and when Jennifer's mouth finally left her nipples to roam down her
stomach, Trisha whimpered in anticipation. Ever so slowly Jennifer
slid down Trisha's body, lips tracing the soft flesh till she lay
between Trisha's spread-eagle form, mouth poised above her cunny.
Jennifer carefully spread the pudgy, young-teen lips, paused briefly
to blow warm air across her clit and mound, then stuck her tongue
deep into Trisha's moist labia. With a gasp, Trisha drove her hips
forward, burying Jennifer's face in the apex of her crotch. Madly
Jennifer tongued Trisha's pussy; rimming her vagina, darting her
tongue in and out of the wet inner folds, flicking her tongue across
the swollen ridge of Trisha's clit until Trisha finally climaxed
-cumming hard, cumming long, in waves that wouldn't stop. Trisha
bucked wildly, her whole body shaking as Jennifer clamped her mouth
around Trisha's pussy and sucked, riding Trisha to one orgasm after
another. It seemed to take forever for the climaxes and aftershocks
to cease. When they did Jennifer gave Trisha's vulva a final wet,
loving kiss then slowly she crawled up Trisha's body, resting her
chin on Trisha's chest. Trisha lay staring at the ceiling, panting
to catch her breath.
"Good?" Jennifer smiled.
"Gawd, YES!" Trisha exclaimed in wonder, "It just kept going
-thought it would never stop."
"Mmmmmm," Jennifer sighed, "that's neat when that happens." Trisha
giggled and Jennifer smiled, recalling pleasant memories of Trisha
doing the same for her. With long, lazy caresses she trailed her
fingers across Trisha's chest then down her sides. "Want some more?"
she inquired.
"Sure...yeah!" Trisha replied. Jennifer, not bothering to wait for
Trisha's response, was already half way down Trisha's body when she
felt the hand on the top of her head.
"Wait --" Trisha whispered, "come around here. I wanna lick you some
too."
They didn't try sixty-nine very often, for Jennifer it was a bit
awkward, but tonight was special and Jennifer didn't have to be asked
twice. Scrambling to her knees, she lifted her nightshirt off and
flung it aside, then Trisha rose onto one elbow and together they
pulled Jennifer's sodden panties down over her hips. Both girls
stopped, in a trance, staring at the cleft in Jennifer's hairless
mons -- it glistened with moisture in the pale white light from a
street lamp outside the window. "It's so beautiful," Trisha
whispered in awe.
"God, I am *so* wet," Jennifer whispered back as she pulled her
panties the rest of the way off and tumbled down next to Trisha.
Quickly she scooted around to face Trisha's feet then, climbing over
Trisha's prone body, lowered her bare cunny to the waiting mouth of
her lover.
Their oral-lovemaking was unhurried and gentle. Trisha caressed the
folds of Jennifer's cunny with her tongue while Jennifer contentedly
lapped and sucked Trisha's clit and pussy lips; both girls savoring
the special taste and smell of their young, girlish sex. "You taste
so good...so sweet," Trisha mumbled into Jennifer's cunny at one
point. Jennifer grinned then dropped her head lower, slurping
Trisha's tangy juices as she tongued the entrance to Trisha's vagina.
Trisha had the same idea; slowly she licked her way up Jennifer's
inverted slit till her face pressed against the cheeks of Jennifer's
bottom. Jennifer moaned softly as Trisha's tongue probed her cuntal
opening. It was so tight! "Wait..." Jennifer groaned impatiently,
then lifting her body off of Trisha's, reached back and grabbed her
own cunny. Trisha watched, utterly fascinated as Jennifer slowly
sank her middle finger into her pussy, wiggled it around, then
withdrew. "OK, now you do it." Jennifer whispered. Trisha
hesitated, then slipped two fingers into Jennifer's wet tunnel.
"Yeah -- do it!" Jennifer coaxed in a voice drunk with passion -and
moments later Jennifer was rewarded with the feel of Trisha's
soft-stiff tongue entering her vagina. "Ooohhhhh YES," Jennifer
groaned, "I wanted this!" She could no longer concentrate on licking
Trisha, instead she leaned her forehead on Trisha's mons and let her
partners slow, sensuous tongue-fucking drive her towards climax.
When Trisha began fingering her clit, it was all over. Jennifer
buried her mouth in the wet folds of her lovers pussy and screamed,
every muscle in her young, athletic body clenched in orgasm. She
came in waves; long, powerful swells that shook her to the very core.
Trisha, gripping the cheeks of Jennifer's bottom tightly, held her
tongue inside Jennifer's vagina and didn't withdraw it until
Jennifer's body started to relax. As the orgasm faded, Jennifer felt
Trisha's tongue slipping out of her; she raised her head and howled.
Then, with her remaining strength, she crawled around to face Trisha.
"I love you," she said, then collapsed; face buried in the hollow of
Trisha's neck.
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"Jenny?" Trisha inquired softly.
"Mmmmmm," She was drifting, half asleep, her legs and arms still
entwined with Trisha's.
"Mark's here."
Earlier that evening the girls had approached Mark with a request for
some time alone with each other first, and after a few half-hearted
protests he agreed. He was going to wait for the light in his
father's bedroom to go out, but after hearing his sister's orgasmic
howl (screw it, he thought, dad's *gotta* know what's going on) he
decided enough was enough and padded down the hall to their room.
Now he sat at the foot of Jennifer's blanket, staring in wide eyed
wonder at his sister and her lover. In the dim light their bodies
merged; two torsos wrapped together, arms and legs lost in the dark
shadows. As Mark watched the shapes slowly separated and one became
two again as Jennifer disentangled herself from Trisha and rolled
over.
"Mark?" Jennifer said softly.
"Yes?"
"Thanks. Thanks for waiting, I mean."
"It's okay," he replied. "I, uh, hope you enjoyed yourselves."
"Yes, Mark, we did," she answered dryly. Trisha giggled.
Mark took his sister by the hand, interlocking fingers as was their
ritual, and helped her sit up. Trisha propped herself up on her
elbows and for a few moments the three kids stared at one another,
Mark glancing back and forth from his sister's small, firm tits to
the tuft of blond hair covering Trisha's pubis. At first, Trisha was
a bit uncomfortable with Mark's open stare, but Mark's complete,
childlike fascination with her body was evident and she soon relaxed.
In fact, Trisha found herself rather enjoying the attention. It was
the first time a boy had ever seen her completely naked and she
realized, quite suddenly, that for the time being she was in control.
She spread her legs wider and Mark sucked a quick breath.
"It looks so neat -- and wet!" His remark was so genuine, so
absolutely innocent that Trisha broke into open laughter. Jennifer
joined her and even Mark, when he realized what he had said, smiled
at himself.
"OK, loverboy," Trisha chuckled, gently teasing him, "you saw mine,
now show us yours."
Mark scrambled to his feet, then crossing his arms in front of his
body, grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head.
For a second or two he held his arms high and it was the girls turn
to suck air. Mark's stomach was hard and flat; complete with a thin
line of dark hair running from the top of his jeans to just below his
naval. Trisha could barely make out his ribs, covered as they were
with a sheet of velvety muscle, and even with his arms above his
head, Mark's pecs' were clearly defined. With a flick of his wrist
he tossed the T-shirt aside then dropped his arms, his large hands
cupped gracefully by his side. Slowly Mark unsnapped his jeans, one
button at a time, then holding the fly open pushed them down his
legs. When he straightened up again the bulge in his underwear was
clearly visible.
"Mmmmmmm," Trisha said softly, "Nice."
Hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his briefs he worked them
over his hips; performing an impromptu strip-tease for the girls
until the head of his penis got hung up on the waistband. He reached
into his underpants and pulled the ridged shaft close to his body,
then with his other hand pulled the Jockeys away and let them fall to
his feet. Finally, stepping out of his now discarded pants and
underwear, Mark dropped the hand covering his member and revealed
himself in all his stiff-cocked, fourteen-year old glory.
Trisha was absolutely transfixed. Unlike his sister, Mark was well
into puberty. A dense patch of pubic hair surrounded the base of his
cock while a finer moss covered the loose sack of his testicles. His
dick was maybe 6 inches long, but to Trisha's eyes (accustomed as she
was to thinking in terms of fingers) it looked enormous. Mark slowly
sank to his knees. Trisha didn't speak or move, she just kept her
eyes glued to Mark as he took his cock into his hand and began
jacking the shaft. Jennifer's voice broke the silence.
"I think I'll, uh, go outside or something."
Jennifer started to get up but Trisha, her eyes never leaving Mark's
body, grabbed her by the hand and jerked her back to the blankets.
"Oooffffff -- Hey!"
"You're staying put." The tone of her voice left no doubt Trisha was
very serious. "Mark," she continued, finally removing her gaze from
his crotch, "wait a second, I wanna talk to your sister."
Jennifer opened her mouth to protest, but after taking a good look at
Trisha's face, swiftly closed it. Trisha was aroused all right -her
shallow, quick breathing and flowering cunny left no doubt about that
-but Trisha was also worried, or frightened, or both. She leaned
over and whispered in Jennifer's ear, "Jenny, please stay here. This
isn't easy for me."
Jennifer didn't know what to do. She had never seen Trisha act this
way -- if anything it was Trisha who was the adventuresome one, the
one with the secret, whispered ideas for late night loving. She
reached for Trisha and gently stroked her cheek, trying to put her
questions into touch. Trisha looked down, away from Jennifer's
steady gaze.
"What's wrong?" Jennifer kept her voice low so Mark wouldn't
overhear. Trisha did not reply.
Jennifer sighed, trying to hide her exasperation. "Trish, come on
-out with it."
"Alright." Trisha replied slowly. "But you two gotta promise -and I
mean REALLY promise -- that what I say doesn't get around. Not to my
folks, not to your dad, not anybody." Brother and sister nodded.
Trisha turned to Jennifer.
"Remember I told you about my first girlfriend, Nicole? Well, she
had this older brother. I can't even remember his name now, all I
know is that he turned out to be a real...whatever. He was always
bossing Nicole around, yelling at her all the time, but he was really
nice to me. Treated me like a real grown up person and not some dumb
kid."
"You're not dumb, Trisha." Jennifer interjected.
"Ohhhh...I was then." Trisha replied, shaking her head. "Anyway
-one day I came looking for her and when she didn't answer the door I
went out back to the pool and he was there. Sunning himself. He
said Nicole wasn't home, but I was welcome to stick around, so we
started talking and splashing around in the pool -- just, you know,
having a good time -- and then he asked me if I wanted to 'do some
stuff' with him. I don't think he knew about Nicole and I. Like I
said, he was always real sweet to me and...I was kinda curious, you
know." Trisha stopped, glanced sideways at Jennifer as if asking her
permission to continue.
"Go on," she said softly.
"We did 'some stuff' then I let him...let him put his hand down my
pants. He tried...with his fingers...Oh Jenny, he hurt me! And he
wouldn't stop, not until I told him I would scream." Trisha's voice
was edged in pain and again Jennifer reached for her, this time to
embrace her, but Trisha pushed her away. "No, let me finish!"
Trisha implored. She took a ragged, deep breath, composing herself.
"Then he got real mad and frustrated and I got outa there as fast as
I could. I was really scared and angry at him and pissed off at
myself -- like I had done something to cause it. I know it's not
true, but that's what I thought!" She stopped, and when she
continued again her voice was very soft and far away. "I never told
Nicole, never told anybody until now." There was a long and
uncomfortable silence.
"Oh jeez, I never knew," Mark whispered, clearly stunned.
"What an asshole," was Jennifer's response.
"Sorry, guys," Trisha said, glancing now at Mark, "I didn't mean to
bum everyone out. But Mark, when I saw you naked and...hard like
that it all came back. I still wanna, you know, do it with you, but
you just gotta take it slow and easy with me, okay?" Solemnly, Mark
nodded yes, then turned to his sister, as if waiting for her to make
the first move. Jennifer, lost in her own thoughts, did not respond.
"Well, are you two just gonna sit there?" Trisha finally asked.
Jennifer scooted behind Trisha and put her arms around her, pressing
her breasts against Trisha's back. Whatever happened that evening,
Jennifer was going to stay with her love. Mark knelt before the pair
and took Trisha's hands in his, guiding them to his chest. With
Jennifer's support, Trisha began to relax a little and explore Mark's
body. She ran her fingers over Mark's ribs, feeling each one in
turn, then with an open hand traced the contours of his stomach and
chest. When she rubbed his nipples, Mark shuddered in pleasure.
Leaning forward a bit, she reached around behind Mark and ran her
hands down his back, finger tips tracing the ridge of his spine.
Mark sat very still as Trisha played with his ass, softly caressing
and squeezing the firm cheeks. Mark finally took her hands again and
led them around to his lap to his testicles. "Be easy now..." he
cautioned as Trisha cupped them in her palm. She hefted their
weight, rolling the twin gonads between her fingers. Trisha knew how
sensitive a guys balls were; the fact that Mark trusted her enough to
let her play with his both calmed and, strangely enough, aroused her
even more. She fondled Mark's sack for a while then her hands
started roaming again; this time thru the thick pubic hair to the
base of his cock. Taking a deep breath in anticipation she closed
her fingers around Mark's manhood. It was like holding a warm iron
bar encased in velvet. "Is this right?" she exhaled, and Mark
nodded.
Putting his hand around Trisha's, he guided her fist up and down the
shaft. "Like this..." he whispered, "...put your
thumb...here...yeah...that's right, you got it." She leaned her
forehead against Mark's chest, and with long, slow strokes,
masturbated him. Every time Trisha brushed the head of Mark's cock
he jumped and let out a small moan; Trisha liked this, liked to hear
Mark's excitement. She started milking the pre-cum from his cock;
soon her palm was smeared with the thick juice. Slowly straightening
up to look at Mark, Trisha brought her fingers to her lips and tasted.
"It's salty!" she said in surprise.
Mark nodded and smiled. "Yeah, I know. Do you mind it?" he asked.
Trisha thought for a moment. "It's OK. It's not like pussy though."
She grinned, and behind her Jennifer blushed furiously.
"Do you want to, uh....um -- suck it?" Mark whispered, looking at
her expectantly. Trisha, after a moments hesitation, nodded assent.
"Give me some room," she said over her shoulder to Jennifer, and as
Jennifer scrambled out of the way, Trisha stretched out on her
stomach, resting her arms across Marks legs with his cock directly in
front of her face. Trisha didn't know quite where to start, she
didn't want to just stick the whole thing into her mouth at once, so
she did what came naturally; she licked. "Yeah.....feels
gooooooood," Mark sighed as Trisha ran her tongue up and down the
hard shaft, covering it with saliva. She scooted up a little further
and licked some more, this time swirling her tongue around the head,
licking it clean. Mark was REALLY moaning now, urging Trisha to
suck. His hands were at the back of her head, but Trisha shook them
off; she was not going to be forced. Once more she eyed Mark's cock
from above, it's sightless hole staring back at her. She paused,
then lowered her head and took the glands into her mouth. For a
moment she remained poised, holding his cock-head between her lips,
then with a slow, deliberate thrust opened wide and filled her mouth
with Mark's sweet, hard meat. It was GOOD: powerfully, deeply
satisfying. She was in complete control, giving Mark pleasure,
holding his very manhood between her teeth. She took as much of Mark
as she could; not stopping until his cock was against the back of her
throat. She backed off a bit, then slowly started bobbing her head
up and down, feeling every ridge and vein as they slid past her lips.
"Oh, God...you look so sexy!" It was Jennifer; she had crawled
beside Trisha and now, totally mesmerized, watched her brother's cock
glide in and out of her lover's mouth. Trisha grinned (or at least
tried to -- she was pretty stuffed) then brushed her hair out of the
way so Jennifer could get a better look. She gave Mark a few more
head bobs then raised her face. Mark's wet dick popped out of her
mouth and slapped against his belly. Trisha rolled over.
"OK," she said, purring softly. "My turn."
For Jennifer, the sight of Trisha giving Mark head was it; any
remaining modesty, any remaining shyness about letting her brother
watch was simply blown away. She crawled between Trisha's legs and
flopped down on her stomach. Trisha, feeling Jennifer's head between
her thighs, moaned in sweet delight, and while Mark began his hurried
and passionate exploration of Trisha's body, Jennifer closed her eyes
and concentrated on loving Trisha. Nothing existed for Jennifer
except the strong, musky taste of girl sex and feel of Trisha's wet
vulva against her mouth. This time their oral embrace seemed to last
forever and she was deep into Trisha's cunny, wiggling her tongue
into Trisha's vagina when she felt her brother's hands in her hair.
She opened her eyes.
"Can I try?" Mark asked softly. His head rested on Trisha's
stomach, face inches from hers. Slowly Jennifer removed her tongue
from Trisha's pussy, then raising her head, rested her chin on
Trisha's mons. Mark's face was a blur, and as she closed her eyes
again Mark kissed her.
Sheets of lightning shot down Jennifer's body and exploded between
her legs. "Oh God!" she thought, "I'm gonna DIE!!" She grabbed
Mark's hand and they clasped fingers, tightly, grinding their palms
together in imitation of what she wanted their bodies to be doing.
Mark's other hand was at the back of her head, holding her mouth
tight to his and she rubbed her face against Mark's, smearing cunt
juices and saliva all over his chin. Mark's tongue touched her lips
and more lightning hit her. Jennifer shook with want; pure,
lust-want for her brother. She moaned and clenched and thrashed
about, and when Mark finally loosened his grip on the back of her
head, she slipped from his grasp and rolled over, legs spread.
"Sweet Jesus," he whispered hoarsely. Jennifer was on her back
staring up at him, her eyes wide and round. He looked at her in
disbelief; the shear intimacy of what they had done finally starting
to register. He knelt on all fours, at right angles to Trisha's
body, listening to his sisters low, guttural moaning. Trisha took
his arm.
"Mark," she said softly, "tend to your sister. I'll wait."
For a long while nobody moved, nobody said anything. Jennifer
finally rolled away from the pair and sat up, then wobbled to her
feet and stumbled over to the window.
Jennifer was shaken, her body and mind reeling. She wanted her
brother so much, wanted to feel his cock inside her, yet now she
realized -- with a clarity beyond question -- that it was wrong. Not
in the way others would call it wrong, but nevertheless wrong. It
would change the relationship between her and Mark forever. She
could no longer curl up to him in the evenings without them both
thinking of sex. She would no longer feel comfortable telling him of
her dreams, thoughts and desires. To have sex with him meant risking
something as dear and as precious to her as Trisha's love was. Would
Mark know that; would he understand? She waited by the window, head
bowed as one might wait for a final judgment. He came up behind and
put his arms around her.
"Turn around," he said softly.
Jennifer did a slow pirouette in his arms, putting her head against
his chest. Mark smelled of sex -- sweat, cunt juices, male musk -and
between that and his hard, muscular body she trembled with want.
Jennifer wrapped her arms around her brother, holding on to him for
support as her knees grew weak.
"I'm scared," Jennifer whispered.
"I know," Mark answered. Jennifer looked up into his dark, calm
eyes. "He knows?" she thought. "Oh, please let it be so..."
"Mark, I love you. After watching you and Trish I want you so bad my
whole body aches. But I'm scared, scared of...of losing you. Of
losing a brother. If we do it, if we become, you know, lovers, can
you still be a brother to me?"
Mark did not reply. Jennifer continued to gaze at him, wishing
desperately she could read his mind. She waited. Mark took a deep
breath then exhaled slowly thru pursed lips.
"No, I can't."
It was simple and direct and, at that moment, Jennifer never loved
him more. Mark understood. The rest was anti-climactic.
"Everything would change between us, right?" Jennifer asked.
"Yeah." Mark replied, "Do you want that?"
"No." Jennifer answered. Mark nodded in acknowledgement and
Jennifer's body went slack. She realized now how tense she had been;
later Trisha would find the claw marks on his back where she had been
clutching. They held each other in silence; Mark running a hand thru
her hair, Jennifer leaning her head against Mark's chest and
listening to his heart beat.
"Can we still, uh, kiss and touch each other -- at least for
tonight?" Mark asked.
"OK. Yeah, I would like that." Jennifer replied. "You can, like,
help Trisha make me cum. But no more than that, big brother."
Together they walked back to the blankets and knelt on either side of
Trisha, Jennifer blowing a huge sigh of relief as her knees settled
next to Trisha's head. Trisha had gotten the gist of their
conversation; now she waited impatiently for Mark. Mark was also
tired of waiting; he had been erect for so long it was starting to
hurt. He gave Trisha a few quick caresses, then with little fanfare,
started climbing over Trisha's body.
"Oh no, loverboy," Trisha said, stiff-arming him, "*I'm* on top."
She pushed Mark onto his back then rolled over and swiftly straddled
his waist, her pussy coming to rest directly atop his erection. Mark
groaned. Trisha leaned over and with a soft laugh brushed her long
hair over his face. She was like some big cat, playing with her
prey. Mark shoved her back and for a moment they locked arms in a
play wrestle.
"Trish," he panted, "why do you always call me 'loverboy'?"
"'Cause -- I want to." She answered, grinning and breathing heavy.
"Suppose I get you pregnant?"
That stopped the wrestling. Mark had wanted to ask Trisha earlier,
but things happened so fast after he arrived that he didn't have the
chance. Now, when he very badly needed to get her attention, the
question had popped into his head again.
Trisha was still leaning over Mark, hair dangling in his face, but
her playful grin was gone. She dropped her head to his chest. "You
can't," she said. "I, uh, haven't...you know...started having my
period yet." Her voice was low and soft and she sounded terribly
embarrassed.
"That's nothin' to be ashamed about." Mark said.
"It's just...real personal, that's all." Then she added, "You
wouldn't understand."
"Trisha, look at me." Marks voice was soft but firm, and underneath
was hurt and sadness and maybe a little anger. Slowly Trisha raised
her head. "I'm about to fuc...make love to you. That's pretty
personal, isn't it? Look, Trish, I'll do whatever you say, but I am
not a plaything. This means a lot to me too."
Trisha stared into the eyes of Jennifer's brother, then dropped her
head again. She realized Mark was right; in her desire to keep
control, to make herself safe she had put him down, forgotten that he
was as much a part of this as Jennifer was. She wanted to tell him
she understood his hurt but she did not trust her voice. Her head
remained bowed until Mark placed his hands on either side of her
face. "Alright -- it's okay," he said, then he guided her mouth to
his and kissed her, full on the lips. Trisha slowly collapsed,
laying herself on top of Mark's body. Mark began to move his hips.
At first it was hard for Mark to get the motion right; his cock kept
sliding down Trisha's moist slit or up into the cheeks of her bottom.
He moaned in frustration. "Here -- let me," Trisha grunted as she
reached behind her to guide Mark's cock towards her vagina. Once
more he thrust and this time connected; his cock head now pressed
firmly against Trisha's tight opening. Trisha froze, her breathing
shallow and fast. Mark stared intently into Trisha's face. "Be
gentle with me..." she whispered, nodding her head yes.
With slow, inexorable progress, Mark entered Trisha's body. Gently
but steadily he pushed; first wedging his cock head into Trisha's
tight entrance then ever so slowly opening her up. He groaned, he
strained, Trisha pushed back and the head finally popped past the
opening. Trisha gasped, lost in a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure.
"Oh God, it feels so BIG!" she moaned.
"'Cause you're so dammed TIGHT!" Mark groaned back in response.
They stopped for a moment, Trisha resting her chin against Mark's
chest. Mark ran his hands thru Trisha's hair, brushing it from her
face, staring into the eyes of his sister's lover. Trisha sat up a
little, supporting herself on her hands. "C'mon, babe," she
whispered, "keep a-pushin'". She was smiling again, half drunk on
sex and the feel of Mark's warm shaft inside her. Her pussy was
relaxing, the natural juices really starting to flow, and when Mark
started moving again he quickly filled her young vagina, burying
himself to the hilt. "Oh MAN, this feels good," Trisha moaned as she
ground her clit against Mark's thick pubic mat. They were locked
together, wet sex to wet sex, Trisha trying to shove Mark deeper. He
dropped his hips to the blankets then plunged into her again. "Fuck
meeeeeeee!" Trisha wailed, throwing her head back in ecstasy. Mark,
finally getting the rhythm, pistoned his teenage cock in and out of
her body.
All the while Jennifer had been kneeling next to Mark's head and when
Trisha threw her head back Jennifer bent over and covered Trisha's
mouth with her own, stifling any further cries. They kissed; wet and
sloppy and with lots of tongue. For Jennifer it was as if she were
fucking Trisha as well. Her hands were everywhere; tugging at
Trisha's swollen nipples, caressing her back, sliding down her
stomach. "Oh Jenny!" Trisha gasped when she realized what Jennifer
was up to. Jennifer cupped her mons and with rapid, feathery strokes
fingered her clit. With her pussy full of Mark's cock and her mouth
full of Jennifer's tongue, the added sensation was too much. Ripping
her mouth from Jennifer's, Trisha collapsed onto Mark's body and came.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH...YES! YES! YES! OH YES! OH YES!
OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH YES!"
Mark, desperately gripping Trisha's writhing body, could not believe
the shear intensity of Trisha's orgasm. Trisha clawed at his
shoulders, then bit his chest, then seconds later he joined Trisha in
climax. "I'm CUUUUUUMMMMMMING..." Mark yelled as the semen spilled
from his cock. Hot wetness spread throughout Trisha's cunny and she
shuddered as a second, quick orgasm shot thru her. Mark kept pumping
his hips and squirting and Trisha, riding Mark's bucking pelvis,
thought he would never stop. He finally did, but not before burying
himself deep into Trisha's vagina as he emptied the last of his seed
into her drenched pussy. When he finished he had just enough
strength left to wrap his arms around Trisha's limp body and roll
them both onto their sides. Jennifer fell down next to Trisha and
threw her arms over the pair, holding them both as tight as she
could. Thus they remained; Trisha cradled between the two, softly
repeating Mark's name over and over.
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After Mark and Trisha recovered, there was little talk. The girls
would occasionally reach across and fondle one another, but mostly
they lay quiet in the afterglow; Trisha wedged in between Mark's hard
body and Jennifer's softness.
"Sooooo good," Trisha finally broke the silence. "To have both of
you..." She smiled at Jennifer. "That was my favorite fantasy, you
know."
"I know." Jennifer replied, "It was mine also."
"Mine, too," Mark added with a grin.
When the laughter died down, Trisha asked Jennifer if there was
anything she could do for her. Jennifer closed her eyes.
"Ummmm...do you have enough left to make me come once more?"
"Yeah, sure. Mouth or hand?"
"Oh, a little of both I guess. Save your mouth for last though."
With lots of touching and rubbing of bodies, Jennifer and Trisha
exchanged places. "Let Trish do the work," Jennifer murmured as she
settled in next to her brother, "but when I come, I wanna feel your
body all over me, got it?"
They took turns with her. Mark was hesitant and a bit shy at first,
but as he watched Trisha and Jennifer exchange passion filled
soul-kisses he understood. With gentle hands he cupped his sisters
breasts, pulling at the stiff nipples with thumb and forefinger while
Trisha slithered down Jennifer's body to lick her firm cones.
Jennifer groaned, lolling her head back and forth as Mark scooted up
her body to replace Trisha. For a few crazy seconds, brother and
sister stared at each other, then Jennifer grabbed Mark's head and
mashed his mouth over hers. Trisha, watching Mark's cheeks concave
around his sisters tongue, realized what Jennifer must have felt like
when watching her suck Mark's cock.
"Jeez, it *is* sexy," Trisha whispered. Mark broke the kiss long
enough to turn and give her a lopsided grin. Jennifer, totally lost
in the moment, groaned louder.
Trisha's hand finally made its way to Jennifer's bare cunny, but she
had barely touched Jennifer's clit when Jennifer arched her back and
came; a small, silent orgasm that caught everyone off guard. "Some
more -- please?" Jennifer asked after she caught her breath. Trisha
and Mark exchanged glances, then while Trisha slid down Jennifer's
body to kneel between her legs, Mark very carefully lay his body
across his sister's. With broad, long strokes of her tongue, Trisha
lapped Jennifer's pussy, tasting one last time the sweet juices of
her lover's cunny. Mark caught the scream in his mouth and then
Jennifer, exhausted and completely sated, fell asleep in her
brother's arms.
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It was the warm September morning sun on her face and Trisha's soft
voice that finally woke her.
"Damn! -- I wish he wouldn't do that."
Slowly and very stiffly Jennifer rolled over and opened her eyes.
Trisha sat up on her elbows, staring at the pillow that lay between
her and Jennifer. All that remained of Mark's presence was a
depression where his head once lay.
"G'Morning," Jennifer managed.
"Good morning, my love," Trisha replied, still staring at the pillow.
"Do you suppose this is just Mark or a general trait of all males?"
Trisha laughed softly and Jennifer guessed that she wasn't *too* put
out with her brother.
"So, how do you feel?"
Trisha thru her head back and purred. "Ohhhhh...wonderful...
happy...loved..." she paused, looking down at her matted pubic hair
"...a little sore." She grinned. "After you zonked off we, uh, did
it again. A couple of times -- kinda wore each other out." Trisha's
voice trailed into silence, her thoughts a million miles away.
"Any regrets?" Jennifer asked.
"No." Trisha shook her head, "You?"
"No."
"Are you and Mark ever gonna, you know, make it with each other?"
"No." That answer was final. For a long while Trisha was silent.
"C'mon," she sighed at last, "lets get cleaned up."
For a final time, they showered together, then dressed and headed
down the hall to the kitchen. Mark was munching his way thru a bowl
of cereal; he stopped eating long enough to exchange a shy smile with
his sister. For Trisha, it was rather awkward and she refused to
join them for breakfast, saying she had to be getting home. When
Mark finished, he grabbed his bike helmet and back pack and
disappeared, leaving Jennifer to wander around the now silent house.
Trisha's leaving was finally beginning to sink in and Jennifer spent
most of the morning sitting quietly on the living room couch
thinking, recalling and remembering Scenes from the night before.
Their very first sleepover. That crazy afternoon when she walked in
on Trisha. Laying in Trisha's arms one morning as the gray light of
dawn came thru the bedroom window; exhausted yet exhilarated after a
night of non-stop lovemaking. The first time they met. The images
cascaded together in sweet, hazy impressions of love and sex and she
vowed that whatever happened, she would not forget.
It was mid afternoon before Mark arrived back home. He marched in
the front door, hot and sweaty, the bike helmet dangling in one hand,
and from his look of exhaustion Jennifer knew he had been doing some
hard riding.
"Where ya been?" Jennifer asked.
"Out and around," was his only reply. He flopped on the couch and
draped one arm around his sister's shoulder. Jennifer leaned her
head on Mark's and that's how their dad found them an hour later:
triangled together, dozing.
"Hey, you two," he said with a bemused smile, shaking them awake,
"Trisha would like to say good-bye to you both before she leaves."
Mark and Jennifer stumbled outside, eyes blinking in the bright
afternoon sun, and crossed the yard to Trisha's house. Trisha stood
in the driveway, casually leaning against her parents car, arms
folded. Trisha's dad was busy throwing suitcases into the trunk and
urging Trisha to hurry up while Trisha's mom sat silently in the
drivers seat, her face a mask of non-emotion. Trisha slowly unfolded
her arms and stepped forward.
The two girls stood face to face, as close as they could without
touching. Later there would be tears, Jennifer was sure of that, but
for now her emotions were spent. She suspected that it was the same
for Trisha; for the first time that week she looked calm and at peace
with herself. "It's strange," Jennifer thought, "I do my crying
after she leaves, Trisha does hers before..." and then she noticed
Trisha's face. She was grinning, her eyes full of little girl
naughtiness.
"You wanna shock the hell out of my mom?" Trisha asked. Her voice
was casual but the wicked little grin remained.
It took Jennifer a moment, but she figured it out. Returning
Trisha's smile with an even bigger one, she raised her head and
opened her mouth. She stood waiting -- eyes closed, face turned to
the warm afternoon sun -- and then Trisha's lips were on hers. The
kiss wasn't held long and Trisha didn't try and swap tongues as she
was so wont to do, but, for Jennifer anyway, it was perfect -- and
the muted choking sound from Trisha's mom made it even more so.
Trisha turned to Mark and for a few seconds they exchanged small,
knowing smiles.
"You take good care of your sis, understand?" she said, "And
yourself, too, OK?" Trisha paused, then mouthed a silent, "Thank
you, Mark."
"You're welcome," Mark replied, then, looking at his sister, raised
his arm.
Palm extended. Fingers apart.
No words were spoken. Jennifer nodded yes and Trisha, very
carefully, interlaced fingers with Mark. They held, then broke.
Trisha turned and walked back to the car, opened the door and climbed
in. Almost before her bottom hit the seat, Mrs. Collins gunned the
car down the driveway. Jennifer, squinting against the late
afternoon glare, watched silently as the car rolled down the street,
then with a glint of sunlight off the back window, it turned the
corner and was gone.
-------- Epilog --------
Jennifer was right, she cried buckets of tears into her brothers arms
that evening, then two nights later at the dinner table she started
weeping and couldn't stop. It was embarrassing and painful, but it
was the release she needed. She curled up on the couch and bawled,
and when no more tears came, she slept. Later that evening, much
calmer after her catharsis, she sat with her father and they talked.
Words replaced tears as Jennifer explained to him how she had fallen
deeply in love with her best friend -- hinting where she could at how
sexual their relationship really was. He nodded and smiled when
appropriate, but mostly he just listened. He never questioned that
his daughter was genuinely in love, and when he finally got around to
asking the inevitable, Jennifer was as honest with him as she could
be.
"You wanna know if I'm, like, a lesbian, right?"
"Yes, I have been wondering."
"Well, I'm not sure. How's that?" Jennifer smiled weakly.
"Uh -- not sure?" He sounded dubious.
"Yes." Jennifer replied, "Look dad, it's just not that simple for
me. I'm still turned on by guys -- okay -- and I wanna, you know,
have sex with a guy. Someday. But for right now, I'm in love with
Trisha. I don't know why -- I just am." She paused, thinking.
"Maybe I'm...what's the word..."
"Bisexual?" her dad offered.
"Yeah, bisexual."
"Whatever." He sighed deeply, shaking his head. "This is going to
take a bit of getting use to. You know, I have -- or rather had -- a
lecture for you on the evils of sex. I, uh, guess it's a little late
for that." He grinned, teasing her and Jennifer smiled back.
"Seriously," he continued, "If you are sexually active now we really
do need to have a talk -- both you and Mark. He's not a kid anymore."
"Dad?"
"Yes, darling."
"Don't worry too much. I'll be OK."
Jennifer and her dad stayed up to watch the 11 o'clock news, then
with a promise to continue their discussion tomorrow, she headed down
the hall to her room. She stopped by Mark's room to say goodnight,
but he was fast asleep, laying fully dressed on top of the bed.
"What the heck," she shrugged, then walked over and kissed him on the
cheek.
"Goodnight," she whispered softly.
"Trish..." Mark mumbled.
Jennifer sadly smiled. "Things are tough all over," she thought.
Climbing onto the bed, she caressed the side of his face until he
relaxed, then curling up next to her brother, Jennifer drifted off to
sleep.
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I'd like to thank my wife; both for her understanding and patience
with me while I spent many a long night at the keyboard - and also
for her considerable editorial help ("Steve, that sentence is so long
I can't finish it in one breath -rewrite it!") Thank you darling.
Until next time.....
Regards, S.P.