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 Authors name: Heatheranne (hthranne@aol.com)
 Story title : The Bet
 
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 Robert wanted to take his dream girl, Erika, to the
 prom. All he had to do was to con Erika into taking
 a bet that she would go with him under certain
 circumstances -- He'd turn his plain-Jane sister into
 a babe, and then get her to seduce Erika's boyfriend --
 No problem. (mast, oral)


 The Bet
 By Heatheranne (hthranne@aol.com)

 Robert leaned back from his desk and stretched his
 arms over his head working the stiff muscles in his
 back and arms. He yawned and dropped his hands back
 to the book from which he had been doing his homework.
 This calculus could be really boring stuff. He trans-
 lated problems into equations and then plugged numbers
 into the equations in order to get answers, one after
 the other. Oh well, at least he was through with math
 for today. He flipped the textbook closed. The growing
 tickle in his crotch told him it was time to play.

 Robert opened a drawer in his desk and removed a
 bulging file folder. He stood and crossed his bedroom
 to his bathroom. He carefully locked the  door. It was
 unlikely that anyone in the household would walk into
 his private bathroom, but there was no point in taking
 the chance that he might be caught. 

 Robert pulled down his pants and then his shorts free-
 ing a cock that was already ninety percent erect.  He
 sat on the commode lid, laying the open file folder
 across his knees. Yeah, he hadn't been in the mood to
 do this for a day or two, but several painful hard-ons
 during school reminded him that it was time to loosen
 his load. He formed a circle with the fingers and
 thumb of his right hand and began to slide it over the
 smooth knob of his cock head. With his left hand, he
 picked up the first picture from the folder. 

 His friends had laughed when he volunteered for the
 nerdy job of a yearbook photographer, but it had
 allowed him to wear a camera around his neck for weeks
 at school, and take pictures like the one in his hand
 right now. It was an image of the cheerleaders during
 practice. Robert glanced at one cheerleader after the
 other as he flipped through the pictures. He didn't
 think their cheerleader uniforms were sexy, but the
 stuff they wore at practice was nice. Leotards and
 short shorts revealed the tight buns and sculpted
 thighs of their gymnast's bodies. Too bad they're
 lithe bodies didn't have bigger tits. 

 Robert, keeping up a steady rhythm, felt a tickling
 surge in his ridged cock. Mmmm...it wouldn't be long
 now. He flipped through the pictures more rapidly.
 There was Mary Ann; he loved this picture. The pretty
 junior was sitting at a desk; her chin cupped in the
 palm of her hand, a single finger along her cheek was
 giving him an obscene gesture. He wasn't offended
 though. He knew she was teasing him. Her sultry smile
 and half-lidded eyes made the picture sexy as hell. 

 His cock gave another twitch and swelled a bit. His
 balls were already scrunched against his body, ready
 to deliver their load. I'm on a short fuse today,
 thought Robert. He reached to the bottom of the pile
 of pictures and pulled out his favorite. Oh yeah,
 there she is, thought Robert. Erika Stevens was the
 girl who did it for him. It was a perfect photograph
 of Erika, and he had snapped it that day without her
 knowledge. She had been seated on a stone bench
 located outside the school's main door. Someone behind
 Erika had called her name and she had half turned her
 upper body and leaned back a bit to see who it was
 just as a gust of wind had come up. 

 Erika had tossed her head and raised a hand to her
 face to pull some wind blown hair off her face when
 Robert took the picture. As a result her beautiful
 face and long slender neck were shown to their best
 advantage. Her shoulder length dark hair flowed out
 voluminous and thick. Not only that, but the gust of
 wind had also flipped up the edge of the full skirt
 she had worn that day revealing a lot of thigh,
 accenting her long slender legs. But it was those
 tits, those full and firm and high tits that could
 make the cum pour hotly from his cock.

 Oh god thought Robert, look at those breasts. They
 were straining at her blouse, revealing cleavage and
 making the material between the buttons of her blouse
 gape open. Her breasts were like magnets to his eyes.

 Guys in the school, even the teachers, looked as if
 they were carrying on a conversation with those tits
 when they addressed Erika. Robert closed his eyes and
 slowed his right hand, drawing out the intense
 feelings in his cock. He could just imagine his
 swelling cockhead sliding between Erika's tits. He
 could see her delicate hands holding her breasts
 together, forming a silky tunnel for his aching cock.
 That smooth as satin skin driving him crazy.

 Oh yeah, yeah baby, here it comes. Robert took a long
 ragged breath and held it as his cock pumped once,
 twice, and then up to eight and ten times with lessen-
 ing force as his milky white cum dripped down his
 fingers.

 Robert took a couple of deep breaths. He smiled and
 looked at the cum coated fingers of his right hand.
 That had been a quick but satisfying orgasm. He
 grabbed some bathroom tissue and cleaned his hand. In
 another minute he had replaced the file folder in his
 desk and was on his way downstairs.

                           **

 As he neared the bottom of the staircase, Robert heard
 his sister call to him from the family room, "Bobby?"
 she was the only one who called him Bobby, "come in
 here a minute."

 "Hmmmm?" he said, walking into the room. Beth was
 peering through her glasses at the monitor of a
 computer that they usually devoted to games. 

 Beth gestured at the screen, "I'm stuck, give me a
 hint."

 Robert smiled, his sister was as smart as they come,
 but she didn't have much patience. She became frus-
 trated when she couldn't go through a game as if she
 was reading a book. As Robert stooped to look over
 her shoulder she pointed at the screen and said,
 "There's a key on this chain here, and I assume it's
 supposed to open the chest at the bottom of this well
 or dungeon or whatever it is."

 Robert nodded, he'd finished the game a week earlier,
 "Yes, it does open the chest." 

 Beth frowned, "Well, I've clicked the mouse all over
 the key and chain and I can't pick it up, and I can't
 find anything to pry it loose."

 "No, the key doesn't move," prompted Robert.

 "I can't get the chest to move either."

 "Sure about that? Have you looked around it carefully?"

 "Oh, OK," she waved a hand in his face, "thanks, no
 more hints, I'll go back and look around the chest."

 Robert slapped at her hand. "Your welcome, I'm sure."
 He straightened up from the computer. "Are we having
 family dinner? Is Dad home?"

 "Yeah, I think he's in his office."

 "With Vicky?"

 "Well duh Brother, they're both in the house aren't
 they?"

                          **

 In his office, Frederick, Beth and Robert's father,
 straightened some papers on his desk and picked up a
 pen. Across the room the door opened and the house-
 keeper, Vicky, entered the room. Closing the door
 behind her, Vicky walked to the desk, she was carrying
 a tray with two half-filled wineglasses.

 "Ah, a little wine before dinner." Frederick took one
 of the glasses. "Thanks Vicky," he raised the glass to
 her. "You're about to watch me sign some papers that
 may be worth billions of dollars."

 Vicky, wineglass paused halfway to her lips, looked
 stunned. "That was billions with a 'B'?" She put her
 wineglass on the desk and flowed onto Frederick's lap
 like a cat. At five feet two inches and a size four
 body, Vicky looked like a little girl in daddy's lap.
 
 Frederick finished his wine in a gulp and put the glass
 aside. He wrapped his arms around Vicky's tiny waist.
 "Well, that'll be in sales. I suppose I'll end up a
 few million richer when all is said and done."

 Vicky snaked her arms around Frederick's neck and
 whispered in his ear, "Mmmm...I just love it when you
 talk in millions and billions." She tilted her head
 and planted a firm kiss on Frederick's lips.

 "I've heard that money can be an aphrodisiac, maybe
 I'll order up a bathtub full of hundred dollar bills
 for you to bathe in." 

 Vicky climbed off Frederick's lap and knelt on the
 floor between his legs. As she unzipped his pants
 Vicky said, "No silly, you don't put the money in a
 cold, hard tub. You pour it all over that king sized
 bed of yours and do something like this." She pulled
 his half-hard cock from his shorts and began to stroke
 it from base to tip. 

 "Yes, that's an even better idea," Frederick said
 huskily as he scooted down in his chair to give his
 housekeeper better access to his rapidly stiffening
 cock.  He found it incredibly erotic that Vicky was
 starring at his cock as if it was the most important
 thing in the world.

 Vicky slipped her full lips over Frederick's cockhead
 and sucked on it powerfully while she twisted her head
 back and forth. Frederick gasped and nearly doubled
 over with the heady sensation. Vicky knew that her
 little technique would turn painful if she continued,
 so she relaxed her mouth and began to make full
 strokes up and down Frederick's cock, letting her
 tongue lie against his cum tube and occasionally swirl
 around the head.

 Frederick settled back in his chair. He'd had a number
 of housekeepers and nannies for his children since his
 wife had left him years ago. They had married just out
 of college and Frederick had taken a job as a not very
 well paid research biochemist. Frederick and his wife
 tried for two years to have children when they gave up
 and adopted Robert. They had planned to raise just one
 child but, almost immediately after the adoption,
 Frederick's wife became pregnant. After Beth's birth
 his wife decided that Frederick's income, minus what
 it took to raise two kids, wouldn't be enough for the
 life style that she wanted and so she disappeared.

 For a decade Frederick raised his kids on his own,
 counting every penny. Then, out of the blue, Frederick
 presented an idea to his company that proved to be
 worth millions. He soon became the head of research
 and development, doing a lot of work out of his home
 so he could spend time with his children. That was
 when Frederick could afford a lavish house and the
 staff to run it.

 Then began the succession of housekeepers and nannies,
 some of them able in their duties, all of them beauti-
 ful women. More than a few had worked their way into
 the position that Vicky was in right now, lips encir-
 cling his stiff cock, trying to suck cum, and to be
 honest, money out of their boss. 

 Frederick felt a wave of pleasure roll through his
 cock. His hips began to pulse. It wouldn't be long
 until his straining cock would be spewing into Vicky's
 soft moist mouth. 

 Vicky felt Frederick's hips begin to push and roll
 about. She looked up into his eyes and smiled. She
 lessened the grip that her mouth had on his cock until
 only her tongue was in touch with the sensitive under-
 side.

 Frederick moaned, "Oh no, Vicky, not this time, you're
 going to give me a heart attack." He grabbed the arms
 of his chair and thrust and writhed about trying to
 increase the friction on his cock. But Vicky rode with
 him, keeping the mere tip of her tongue on the small
 patch of skin just under his cockhead. She knew that
 she was on the thin edge of pleasure and torture with
 Frederick. His face was red and there was a sheen of
 sweat on his forehead, he was practically gasping for
 breath. For long minutes she made him strain and fight
 for release. Finally she felt his cock pulse on her
 tongue and a few seconds later it happened again. He
 was about to cum. Vicky locked her lips on his stiff
 shaft as she felt his cockhead swell even larger. 

 Frederick surged his hips out his chair trying to
 stuff his cock down Vicky's throat, he had to cum, and
 he had to do it now. Vicky felt the first hot spurt of
 cum in her mouth, and then she delivered her final
 touch. She lightly grazed her teeth over and around
 the swollen, straining cockhead . 

 Frederick gasped and wheezed, "Oh goaaaaahhhhh," he
 sounded breathlessly. He shot his load into Vicky's
 mouth as the tips of her teeth extracted the maximum
 of pleasure and pain from his blood engorged cock.

 Finally he collapsed back in his chair, his cock pop-
 ping from her mouth. When he'd finally caught his
 breath, Frederick said weakly, "My God Vicky, I wish
 you'd tell me when you're going to do something like
 that, I need to warm up or stretch or do something."

 Vicky stood, straightening her clothes, "That would
 take half the fun out of it."

 "For you maybe. I however, would appreciate some warn-
 ing when you're going to use that felony fellatio
 technique on me." 

 From outside the house, they heard a car approach,
 stop, and then the clicks and thunks of two car doors
 opening and closing. Frederick dragged himself out of
 his chair and began to zip up his pants and tuck in
 his shirt. "That'll be young Mason. I need to get
 these contracts ready for him to take."

 Vicky smiled at Frederick, "Now that I've had an
 appetizer," she daintily wiped the corners of her
 mouth with a pinky finger, "I'll see how dinner is
 progressing." She left the room.

                           **

 Back in the family room Beth and Robert looked up to
 see the outside door open. Robert was delighted to see
 Erika Stevens, the babe of his masturbation fantasies
 come in followed by her boyfriend, Mason Edwards.
 Erika was Robert's age, and they were seniors at the
 same high school. Mason, however, was two years older.
 He was a genuine preppie. Tall, intelligent and
 blessed with good looks, he was going to a small two-
 year school in an effort to qualify for a prestigious
 university and medical school. All paid for by a rich
 daddy, a rich daddy who insisted that his son do some-
 thing in the real world. And since Mason's father knew
 Frederick, he figured that a short apprenticeship in
 the medical research field would fill the bill. Part
 of Mason's apprenticeship was to do odd jobs for
 Frederick. Tonight he was here to act as a courier
 before he took Erika on a date.

 Mason gave Beth and Robert a half wave, "Hi guys, is
 your dad in his office?" 

 "Hi Mason," sang out Beth.

 "Hey," said Robert. "Yeah, I think he's in the office,
 you might want to knock on the door though."

 Mason turned to Erika and said, "I'll just be a
 minute."

 As Mason left the room, Erika sighed, folded her arms
 under her ample breasts and looked around the room
 with a dreadfully bored expression. "So, Robert, are
 you still snapping your little pictures for the year-
 book?"

 "Not hardly." Robert may have become instantly erect
 when Erika walked into the room, but he wasn't so
 smitten by her sexuality that he couldn't talk. "The
 yearbook had to go to the printers weeks ago, I've
 moved on." 

 "Ah...big chess club tournament, or some such, no
 doubt," she said with sarcasm.

 Their school had a chess team capable of winning the
 state championship, but Robert wasn't going to point
 that out and reinforce her nerdy image of him.
 "Actually, I'm on the prom committee." He winced
 inwardly, that was almost as nerdy, but it was the
 truth. "Are you going?"

 Erika ran her finger over the back of a chair as if
 she were looking for dust. "I haven't decided yet."

 Oh sure, thought Robert, the girls in her clique
 wouldn't dare pass up the opportunity to spend a
 fortune on evening wear and hair and makeup. Not to
 mention the limousine rides and parties and showing
 off their stud-muffin dates. He decided to tease her
 a bit. "You mean good old Mason hasn't asked you yet?"

 Erika looked at him as if he'd asked something ridi-
 culous, "I'll be the one telling Mason if we're going
 or not."

 "Gee, I dunno Erika, Mason's a lot of rich, handsome
 stud for just one girl, he may have a date with
 someone else that night."

 Erika laughed so hard and fast she snorted. She
 smoothed her hands down her dress drawing it tight
 against her fantastic figure, tossed her hair back
 and said, "Why would he date anyone else?"

 Robert and his painful erection would have to agree
 with that. He had to admit that he'd gladly take Erika
 anywhere she wanted on prom night, and spend any
 amount of money on her, all in the hope that she'd
 give him a peck on the cheek for a goodnight kiss.
 Yeah, he sighed inwardly, like there was anyway that
 could be arranged. 
 
 Just then gears meshed, bells rang, and the light
 bulb of inspiration came on in his mind. "Would you
 like to make a little bet on that?" he asked Erika. 

 She looked curious, "What kind of bet?"

 "I think Mason might be seeing other girls. If I can
 prove that he's had a date, with someone else besides
 you, between now and prom night, then you have to go
 to the prom with me. It has to be a real date. You
 dance with me and everything. You don't just walk in
 the door, and then abandon me."

 Erika shrugged, "And if I win?"

 "You name it."

 Erika looked thoughtful for a second and then her eyes
 lit on Beth. "OK, if I win then you have to go to the
 prom with your sister." She taunted him with a smile,
 "It has to be a real date, with dancing and everything.
 You can't just show up and then abandon her."

 Robert didn't hesitate, "It's a bet," he said.

 Mason reappeared in the family room's inner door with
 a large manila envelope in his hand, "What's a bet?"
 he asked.

 Erika took his arm, "That you wouldn't leave me all
 alone for another hour."

 Mason frowned, "But I was only gone a few minutes, and
 you were hardly alone."

 "Oh dear, I guess it just seemed that long, considering
 the insipid conversation in here."

 Mason had the grace to blush over his girlfriend's
 comments. As he took Beth's arm and hustled her to
 the car, Mason called over his shoulder, "See you guys
 later."

 "Bye, Mason," called out Beth.

 As Mason's car pulled away, Beth looked at Robert.
 "Well, stepbrother I'd say you've dug a hole for
 yourself this time."

 "What do you mean?" he asked innocently.

 "I mean, how are you going to catch Mason with another
 girl? Your prom's in what, three weeks? Are you going
 to stalk him with your trusty camera at your side in
 hopes that he talks to someone else?"

 Robert took a seat in one of the family room chairs.
 "Actually, I was thinking of setting him up with
 someone."

 "Who do you know that Mason would go out with and risk
 losing the beautiful Erika?"

 Robert raised his hand and popped a finger at Beth,
 "You."

 "Me?" she spluttered. "The man barely knows I'm alive.
 What makes me a candidate?"

 Robert held up the finger with which he'd been pointing
 at Beth. "One, your smarter than Erika and you have
 about ten times her personality." He popped up another
 finger, "Two, you're very pretty, whether you know it
 or not. And three," another finger arose, "you're
 practically in love with him."

 Beth stared at him, mouth agape. "OK, OK...that chair
 you're in has more smarts and personality than Erika.
 And I'm glad that you think I'm pretty, but she has a
 body to die for, and I have this baby fat padded, pear
 shaped blob. And...and what makes you think that I
 even like Mason, much less that I'm in love with him."

 Robert interlaced his fingers and put them in his lap.
 "Oh please, when he's in the house, your eyes are like
 two lasers tracking him around. And when you talk to
 him there's so much lilt in your voice it's a wonder
 that you don't burst into song."

 Beth scrunched her nose at her stepbrother. "I may
 lilt a little, but at least I'm not going to run
 upstairs and lock myself in my room to relive Erika's
 visit."

 "Hey now," said Robert, "let's not go there."

 "Besides," shrugged Beth, "there's no way I'm going
 to ask him for a date, and there's no reason for
 Mason to ask me out. Erika was right, when he's got
 her gorgeous bod on his arm why would he fool with
 any one else, especially me?"  

 "I," said Robert, as he stood as if to make a formal
 announcement, "have a plan." He walked over to his
 sister, "The first thing we do is get rid of these."
 He removed her glasses.

 "Hey, I need those. It's only in the movies that the
 girl takes off her glasses, lets down her hair,
 becomes beautiful and still sees perfectly well. In
 case you hadn't noticed, the actress is usually drop
 dead gorgeous before they put the glasses on her and
 put her hair in a bun."

 Robert returned the glasses, "Yeah, I know, but you
 have such a pretty face, it's a shame to hide it.
 Besides, you know as well as I that the doctor said
 you could wear contacts after your last examination.
 So tomorrow we're off to the mall to get that done.
 And," he added after a few seconds thought, "there's
 something I need right now."

 "What's that?" she asked.

 "One of your bras."

 "Say what?"

 Robert stared at his sister's chest with concern.
 "You do wear one, don't you?"

                           **

 A few days later Robert walked into Beth's bedroom
 carrying a paper bag. "Hi Beth, are you ready for the
 next part of the plan?"

 She turned to look at her stepbrother. She'd taken to
 wearing the contact lenses right away. And she had to
 admit that she liked the way she looked without
 glasses, but she was still leery of what Robert had
 in mind. "Now what?"

 "OK, when you said that there was no reason for Mason
 to ask you out, you gave me an idea. We'll just have
 to make him think that you two have some interests in
 common. And to that end I did a little research. It
 turns out that Mason is a nut about cars and Formula
 One racing."
 
 Beth frowned, "Formula racing?" She had a vision of
 numbers, letters and Greek symbols chasing one another
 down a track.

 "Formula One, it's a car racing series. And here," he
 pulled a book out of the paper bag, "is everything you
 need to know to impress our victim."

 "So all I have to do is walk up to Mason and say, how
 about that...," she flipped open the book, picking a
 name at random "...uh...Fangio. Great little car isn't
 it?"

 Robert sighed, "Fangio was a driver, not a car, and I
 wish you'd listen to the rest of the plan before you
 start making fun of it." 

 Beth gave him a mocking salute, "I'm sorry, oh great
 leader, dazzle me with your wily ways."

 Robert took a deep breath. "OK, Formula One races are
 held all over the world, but mostly in Europe. And the
 races always start on Sundays around noon local time,
 which would make for a live broadcast here about..."
 he gestured to Beth.

 "Oh...uh...early morning?"

 "Right, just in time for breakfast in the eastern US.
 That's what Mason and a bunch of his friends do. They
 gather at a little restaurant out on route eleven
 where they eat breakfast and watch the race."

 Beth filled in, "And Erika's never there because she
 couldn't be bothered to get out of bed that early, but
 I'll be there to show Mason that he and I have a
 shared interest?"

 "Right."

 Beth looked at her brother, then at the book in her
 hands, and then back to her stepbrother with a very
 skeptical look on her face. 

 Robert held up his hand to forestall any remarks,
 "There's more." He reached into the paper bag and
 withdrew the bra that Beth had loaned him. "This is
 our secret weapon." He tossed it to Beth. 

 The bra slipped through her hands and fell to the
 floor with a thud.  She picked it up and hefted the
 undergarment in her hand. "It weighs a ton. Is this
 is your secret weapon? A lead lined bra? I think you
 have the wrong concept of firm titties."

 "It's not lead, those are carefully placed magnets
 in the cups."

 "Magnets? Is this some quack gimmick to make my
 breasts grow? Couldn't you just buy some of that
 breast enhancement cream they advertise on the
 Internet? I'm sure it would be much more comfortable.
 And probably just as ineffective"   

 Robert pulled a small bottle from his bag and said,
 "You'll be eating those smart remarks in about a week.
 This is the latest thing from Dad's lab."

 "Oh?" her father's inspirations were not fraudulent
 scams.

 Robert continued, "He's been working on the effect
 of magnetic fields on tissue bonding and regeneration.
 Now, you take a teaspoon of this stuff every day for
 a week," he handed Beth the bottle, "and be sure you
 wear that bra. You're going to be amazed at the change
 in your figure."

 "And I suppose the extra weight in my tummy and thighs
 ends up in my breasts?"

 "You've reduced a very complicated bio-chemical
 process to its most simple terms, but yes, that's
 about it."

 Beth shook her head. "I don't care how hard it is to
 do, it sounds cosmetic and pretty frivolous for
 something Dad worked out."

 "Yeah but this cosmetic stuff is worth a fortune. With
 the tons of money they'll make off this technique,
 Dad's lab will be able to push the technology on to
 the regeneration of nerve and brain cells."

 Beth nodded her head, "Nothing frivolous about that."
 She held the bottle up to examine the contents. "Are
 you sure this is safe? Has it been tested and every-
 thing?" 

 Robert laughed, "Oh yeah, you ought to go by Dad's lab
 and look at the female technicians. I bet there's
 nothing smaller than a D-cup in the whole place."

 Beth looked askance at the bottle and then the bra
 and then her brother, but then she stood up and made
 a shooing motion with her hands. "OK, get out so I
 can take my medicine, put on my Xena breastplate here
 and then study up on this racing stuff."       

                           **

 A week passed. It was the Friday morning before the
 Sunday of Mason's seduction, as Beth had begun to
 think of it. There was no school and Robert had left
 the house saying something about making another move
 in their little game. Beth sighed, Robert was smart
 but he hadn't thought of everything. Namely, that Beth
 didn't have a thing to wear to a seduction. But she
 knew where to go for help.

 She found Vicky eating breakfast at the counter in
 the kitchen as she read the morning paper. "Uh Vicky,
 can I ask you something?"

 Vicky put down her paper. "Sure honey, what's up?"  

 "You always dress so well that I thought you might
 help me find something...uh...nice for an older guy?"

 "Older? How much older?" Vicky asked with concern.

 "Uh...you know...Mason, Daddy's assistant."

 "Oh," Vicky was relieved. She definitely put Mason in
 the boy category. 

 "Well honey, you have lots of outfits and dresses, I'm
 sure that..."

 Beth interrupted, "But they don't fit anymore and
 besides, they aren't...uh...sexy enough."

 Vicky looked at Beth. She was wearing her usual casual
 clothes: baggy jeans that dragged the floor and a tee
 shirt that was covered by a loose fitting flannel
 shirt. Vicky walked over to Beth, "Your clothes don't
 fit? Have you been gaining weight?" She opened Beth's
 shirt to get a better look at the girl's figure.
 Vicky's eyes shot open wide, "Holy cow Beth, look at
 you girl."

 Beth's jeans were cinched in by a belt or else they
 would have fallen off her narrow waist. The tail of
 her tee shirt had to be gathered and folded to get
 it into her jeans. But then that tee shirt had to do
 a stretch to fit over a pair of ripe, full breasts. 

 Vicky looked incredulous, "When did this happen?"

 Beth blushed, "I guess I sort of blossomed overnight."
 She didn't want to mention the treatment that Robert
 had brought to her. 

 "Yeah, I guess so," said Vicky. She reached up and
 squeezed one of Beth's ample breasts. "Is that all
 you?" She kneaded Beth's breast unconsciously for a
 few seconds and then jerked her hand back from the
 firm feeling. "Sorry, it certainly is all you."

 "Yeah...yeah...it's a little overwhelming," Beth
 stammered. "Could you help me out?"

 Vicky picked at Beth's clothes and ran her fingers
 through Beth's hair. "You know honey," said Vicky,
 "I'm thinking complete makeover."

 "Really? I thought maybe just a couple of things..."

 "Now you leave it to me." Vicky walked to the kitchen
 phone that hung on the wall. "I'm going to make a few
 calls and then we're off to town."

                            **


 Several hours later Beth dropped two heavy shopping
 bags onto the floor of a hair styling salon. She was
 exhausted. She'd never tried on so many clothes at
 one time in her life. Vicky was some sort of shopping
 machine, and she'd had them both running at full speed
 all morning. 

 Vicky gestured to a middle aged balding man who was
 walking toward them. "Beth, this is Johnny, my
 stylist. He's going to do your hair."

 Johnny smiled and softly shook Beth's hand. "Hello
 dear," he said in a surprisingly deep voice.

 "Now keep it simple Johnny, she has to be able to
 wash, blow dry and run in the morning."

 Johnny shrugged, "Everyone has to do that these days,
 Vicky. Run along and do some more shopping darling,
 I'll take care of her."

 Vicky looked at Beth, "OK honey, I'll meet you in that
 little coffee spot across the street in two hours."

 Beth nodded. Vicky went her way and Beth let Johnny
 lead her to a chair.

 An hour later Beth studied her image in a hand held
 mirror. Johnny, or one of his helpers, had cut, washed,
 rinsed, conditioned and styled her hair, and she loved
 it. Her old hair had been pretty much all one length,
 with a simple center part, falling on either side of
 her face. Now she had light bangs and her hair was
 feather cut in stages on the sides until it reached
 the longest length on her neck. A rinse had added
 highlights to her brunette color and a conditioner
 made it full-bodied. Beth shook her head back and
 forth and she was delighted to see her hair seem to
 flow from one side to the other.

 Beth smiled, "I love it Johnny, thank you so much."
 She stood, intending to gather her stuff to leave. 

 Johnny took her arm, "You're welcome dear, but we
 aren't through yet."

 "Oh?"

 He led her to a small desk where an elderly lady sat.
 "Beth, this is Eva, she's going to do your makeup."

 Beth tried not to show her surprise. Eva, she thought,
 ought to fix her own makeup first, she looked way over
 done. Beth sat down nervously, she didn't want this
 woman to pull out a trowel and start applying founda-
 tion.

 Eva studied Beth's face and said, "I like to do young
 ladies with smooth skin like yours. There's so little
 to be done." Beth's fears were calmed a bit by that
 statement. Eva took a few minutes to pick shades and
 colors and then pull out various jars and bottles.
 Then she took Beth through a series of steps, carefully
 explaining what she was doing and why. A few minutes
 later Beth was looking at her new face in the mirror.
 She looked perfectly natural. Her eyes were lightly
 accented and the lip blush that Eva had applied looked
 much more natural than the shade she normally used.

 "Do you like that, dear?" asked Eva. 

 "Oh yes, thank you very much."

 "Would you like to see something for the evening?"

 "Uh...I guess so," said Beth. Her attempts at looking
 sophisticated were usually failures. The only times
 that she really wanted to dress up was to go somewhere
 with her father, and he was always so, 'Oh honey, a
 young girl like you doesn't need makeup'.

 Eva went to work once more. She had Beth brush here
 and dab there. At first Beth thought it was too much,
 that she'd have that clown look like some of the girls
 at school thought was so bold and sassy. But then Eva
 showed her how to blend in and smooth over and suddenly
 Beth couldn't believe she was looking at herself. It
 was as if the woman in the mirror was the older, more
 beautiful sister to the girl she had been just a couple
 of hours ago. 

 She had been a pie-faced girl with lank hair and
 glasses a couple of weeks ago. And then, between
 Robert's weight shift technique and the ministrations
 of these professionals, she had turned into someone
 almost unrecognizable to herself. She had cheekbones
 and gorgeous eyes and a mouth that was sensuously
 dark red. 

 "Oh Miss Eva, it looks great, how can I thank you."

 Eva smiled, "Don't worry dear, we have your credit
 card number, that's thanks enough. Now you take these
 cosmetics home and practice. Remember, natural beauty
 takes a lot of hard work."

 Beth thanked her again and went to retrieve her
 shopping bags. As she picked up the bags an idea hit
 her, there was no point in letting her new hair and
 face go to waste. She retraced her steps until she
 found Eva. "Miss Eva, do you have a room where I can
 change?"

                            **

 Vicky took a seat at a table in the coffee shop where
 she planned to meet Beth. She sipped at her coffee
 and looked at her watch. Beth should be here, she
 thought as she idly watched a woman entering the shop.
 It looked as if the woman was wearing an outfit like
 the one that Beth had shown Vicky earlier in the day.
 Well it certainly looked great on this woman, thought
 Vicky. She had on a navy skirt that was hemmed daringly
 half way up the thigh, and a long sleeve, gathered at
 the cuff gray silk blouse that was open low enough to
 allow a matching lace bra to play peek-a-boo. Very
 sexy, thought Vicky, and very... Oh My God...the young
 woman in the sexy outfit was Beth! 

 Vicky jumped up. "Oh honey, you look fabulous."

 Beth giggled and did a little modeling turn. "Do you
 really think so?" She gestured at her clothes, "You
 don't think I look like a little girl playing dress
 up?" 

 Vicky gave her an admiring look from top to bottom.
 "No little girl showing in that skirt." She looked
 thoughtful for a second. "There's no need to hurry
 home and waste this look on your father and brother."
 She grabbed Beth's hand and pulled her out the door
 of the coffee shop. "Let's go show you off somewhere."

 A few minutes later, after stashing their packages in
 the car, Vicky and Beth were entering Dave's Bar and
 Grill. The name belied a very upscale bar and dining
 establishment. Happy hour had begun and the downstairs
 bar was filling with men and women of the local
 business district. Vicky and Beth were lucky enough to
 claim two recently vacated stools at the bar. 

 One of three bartenders approached them. "Hello ladies,
 what can I get you?"

 Vicky spoke up, "I'll have a vodka rocks and my friend
 will have iced tea, real iced tea."

 The bartender nodded and left them. 

 "Oh, can't I have a drink?" kidded Beth. 

 "No, you just sip your tea and no one will know. You'll
 look very sophisticated."

 The bartender brought their glasses. Beth picked hers
 up and took a drink. "Sip or gulp, I don't think anyone
 is paying attention." 

 Vicky turned on her stool until she was facing Beth.
 "Here, I'll show you something. Now turn and face me."
 Beth did as she was told. "Now cross your legs." Beth
 did so. "Sit up straight honey, so you can show those
 assets."

 Beth blushed, but she sat up and threw back her
 shoulders.

 "That's it honey, my God, are those things still
 growing?"

 Beth giggled.

 "That's it honey, keep your eyes on me and laugh
 and smile like I'm telling you something really
 fascinating."

 Again, Beth did as she was bid. 

 "OK," said Vicky. "When I tell you, glance around the
 room real quick." Vicky waited a few more seconds and
 then said, "Now look."

 Beth took her eyes off Vicky and swept them around
 the room. When her eyes returned to Vicky she was
 amazed. "Vicky, I think half the guys in here are
 looking at us."

 "Not us honey, I'm sure it's pretty much just you."

 Suddenly a woman appeared out of the crowd waving her
 arms. "Vicky! How are you doing?"

 Vicky put her drink back on the bar, jumped off her
 stool, and threw her arms around the woman. "Susan,
 dear, it's been forever." The two women hugged.

 Vicky gestured to Beth, "Susan, this is Beth. Beth,
 this is Susan, we used to work together way back
 when."

 Beth shook hands with Susan and then turned back to
 the bar when Susan and Vicky became engrossed in a
 conversation that she could barely hear in the noisy
 bar, much less take part in. 

 A bartender, not the same one who had served them
 before, stopped in front of Beth. She said, "Two
 gentleman at the end of the bar bought these for
 you." When Beth hesitated, the bartender said,
 "Look honey, it's two free drinks at the worst."

 Beth gave her a little what-the-heck shrug and the
 bartender swept away their old drinks and set down
 the fresh ones she was carrying. Beth peered down
 the bar where two young men were raising their glasses
 to her. Beth raised her own glass and nodded her
 thanks. She took a sip and almost choked, there was
 no tea in her tea.  Whatever was in the glass may
 have looked like ice tea, but it certainly wasn't.
 She'd had liquor before. It was standard fare at
 sleepovers with her girlfriends. She kind of liked
 the warm fuzzy feeling that alcohol gave her, but she
 could do without making sacrifices to the porcelain
 goddess and the hangovers. 

 Before she could put her glass back on the bar Beth
 felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned, and one of
 the men who had bought the drinks was standing there.
 "Hi," he said, giving her a warm smile, "my name is
 Charles."

 Beth introduced herself. She'd always thought meeting
 guys in a bar was a seedy, cliched thing to do, but
 now that it was happening to her, she wasn't so sure.
 She had to admit that Charles was gook looking. He
 was about six feet tall with fine brown hair and brown
 eyes. He looked fresh and alert in his suit, in
 contrast to most of the guys in the bar who had
 loosened their ties or removed their coats.

 "Thank you for the drinks," Beth said.

 "What?" Charles cupped a hand to his ear.

 "Thanks for the drinks," Beth spoke as loudly as she
 could without yelling.

 Charles nodded, "You're welcome." He stepped closer
 to Beth so that her knee was touching his hip.
 "Listen, would you like to go upstairs? It's much
 quieter, we could talk a while."

 Beth tapped Vicky on the shoulder. As she turned Beth
 said, "Charles and I are going upstairs, Susan can have
 my seat." Beth knew she'd just implied that she knew
 Charles, when he was actually a stranger. But what
 could happen in the middle of a restaurant? 

 Vicky looked Charles over and then said, "OK honey,
 I'll come get you when it's time to leave."

 Charles took her drink and led Beth through the crowd
 to the stairs that climbed to the dining area. 

 The dining room at Dave's was a labyrinth of hallways
 lined with booths. The booths were comfortably padded
 with high wingbacks and dimly lit for the diner's
 privacy. An onlooker had to practically stop and peer
 into the booth in order to see the people sitting
 within. 

 Beth and Charles followed the hostess until she
 ushered them into a vacant booth. Beth slid in and
 Charles slid in next to her. They were so close that
 their thighs were touching. A server appeared almost
 immediately and Charles ordered another drink. 

 "So," Charles said, "what agency do you model for?"

 Beth laughed, "Do you use that pickup line very often?"

 "Only when I think it applies. You could be a model."

 "Uh huh," agreed Beth skeptically. "I'm afraid I'm
 just a school girl."

 "Oh? Do you go to State?" He was referring to the
 local campus of the state university. 

 Beth picked up her drink and said, "Mmmm..." as
 noncommittally as possible. She was surprised to see
 that most of the drink was gone. She'd been sipping
 at it nervously. 

 They talked about Beth until Charles' drink arrived.
 She took the opportunity to change the subject.
 "Alright, tell me about yourself." 

 "OK, I was born in North Carolina; I went to school
 at Chapel Hill where I was a finance and economics
 major. I was recruited by a commodities firm here in
 the city and here I am, single and unattached."

 Beth said, "I think you may have glossed over a detail
 or two but that's a start." She took another sip of
 her drink. "I've always wondered about that commodities
 stuff, how does that work?"

 Charles frowned, "Are you sure that you want to hear
 about commodity trading? It's pretty boring unless
 you're into it."   

 "Sure," anything, Beth thought, to keep from revealing
 her age or having to talk about her boring life.

 Charles turned a bit and put his arm along the top of
 the seat cushion behind Beth's head. "OK, let's see,
 you have to understand contracts first..."

 Beth leaned her head back against Charles' arm and
 gazed into his eyes. She didn't know if it was the
 alcohol or the cozy setting, but outside of her own
 home, she'd never felt so warm and fuzzy and safe.
 She wasn't exactly following Charles' mini-lecture
 but she loved the soft southern drawl of his low
 voice. 

 She followed his free hand as it turned and gestured
 as if he were orchestrating his own voice. His hand
 dipped low and a finger tapped her knee as he made a
 point and then it tapped again and then his fingertips
 rested on her knee and began caress her leg.   

 She looked up as if to ask what he thought he was
 doing with her knee, when Charles leaned forward and
 brushed his lips across hers. It seemed as if it was
 the most natural thing in the world to do, and Beth
 thought it was the most erotic thing that had ever
 happened to her. She'd kissed boys before and those
 kisses were wet and sloppy in comparison to Charles'
 electric touch. His fingers felt as if they were
 burning her skin as they made little circles up the
 inside of her thigh. 

 Beth had never been so excited in her life. She slid
 down in the seat a bit and tilted her head, encouraging
 his hand and inviting another kiss. Charles responded
 with a soft kiss on her upper lip and then her lower
 one. Then he kissed her firmly, parting his lips and
 slipping his tongue into her mouth, while almost as
 smoothly, he pushed aside the crotch of her panties
 and eased a finger into her already wet pussy.              

 Oh God, this is so thrilling and sexy, thought Beth.
 A couple of feet away people were having dinner and
 she knew that someone was likely to pass by their
 booth at any time. And here she was, a man's tongue
 filling her mouth and his finger reaming her pussy
 and brushing her clit with each movement of his hand.

 It was too much. Suddenly her orgasm was there, with
 practically no warning. Her pussy clutched and milked
 at his finger as her back arched and she held onto
 Charles' arms as if she were about to fall. Her orgasm
 wasn't of the mind blinding, leg quivering variety,
 but it was warm and fulfilling.

 Beth's orgasm washed away just as quickly as it had
 arrived. Charles pulled back and gave her room to sit
 up and straighten her clothing. He smiled at Beth, not
 the smile of someone who's had his way or made a sexual
 conquest, but the smile of someone who has shared a
 pleasure.

 "Well there you are." Vicky suddenly appeared next to
 the booth. "I thought I'd never find you." She gave
 Beth and Charles the once over. Something was going
 on here and she was pretty sure that she wouldn't like
 it.  "Let's go honey, time to get home."

 Charles levered himself out of the booth and helped
 Beth up. Holding on to Beth's hand he asked, "Can I
 have your number?"

 Vicky snatched Beth's hand from Charles, "Don't worry
 honey, we know where to find you."

 Beth barely had time to wave bye to Charles over her
 shoulder before Vicky dragged her around the corner
 and out of sight. All the way home Beth had to listen
 to a lecture from Vicky on men and bars and men in
 bars. 

                           **

 Rick Rogers had two passions in life, cars and babes.
 Those passions, and the fact that his father owned the
 business, was why he worked for a dealership that
 specialized in sporty foreign cars and it was also the
 reason that he was sneaking into the boss's office. 

 It was Saturday and Rick knew that the boss, his
 father, wouldn't be in today. He made sure that the
 office door was locked and he didn't bother to turn
 on any lights in the windowless room. Rick put his
 eye to the crack between the door and its frame. And
 there, across the showroom was Crystal, the perfect
 woman to get him through a slow morning. 

 Crystal was the receptionist for the dealership. She
 was a tall blonde with a dazzling smile and legs that
 went all the way up. Her honey sweet voice was a
 sultry treat to the ear even if she was only announcing
 a phone call or the arrival of an appointment. 

 She was on the phone now. Crystal's long legs were
 crossed underneath her glass top desk and Rick had a
 perfect view as she unconsciously re-crossed her
 shapely legs and dangled a small sling back shoe from
 her toes. 

 "Oh yeah, baby," Rick said to himself as he fished his
 cock from his suit pants. He rubbed himself hard and
 wondered if his father ever did this. 

 No, Rick decided, his father would never resort to
 masturbating while peeking at his receptionist. It was
 much more likely that he would call Crystal into his
 office and bend her over the office desk and then slip
 his salami into her pussy.

 Rick sighed; it seemed that nature should insure that
 fathers and sons have cocks of roughly the same size.
 He could remember taking a shower with his father. He
 must have been four years old and it suddenly dawned
 on him that the piece of meat between his father's
 legs served the same purpose as the little nubbin that
 was between his. In his mind's eye his father's cock
 was as large as his own arm at four years of age.

 As Rick aged and grew in his sexual awareness, he
 began to dream of having a penis like his father's.
 As a teenager he waited and prayed for his tiny penis
 to sprout like a cucumber on a vine, but it never
 happened. He was cursed with a cock that he could
 hide entirely in his hand, even when it was hard like
 it was now.

 But that didn't matter right now. Rick's fingers
 formed up in a circle around the head of his cock
 and he began to jerk off. He might not have the nerve
 to ask Crystal for a date, but that wouldn't stop him
 from a little sexual fantasy. He could imagine his
 hands sliding along those shapely calves, kissing the
 crooks of her knees and then...

 Damn, someone was standing in front of Crystal's desk,
 blocking his view. Of course that view wasn't bad.
 There was a pair of white tennis shoes and short white
 socks. Looking on up there was a nice pair of legs,
 not as good as Crystal's of course, but then few were.
 On up to a pair of short shorts hugging feminine hips
 and leading to a slim waist where a tee shirt was
 tucked in. The girl turned away from Crystal's desk
 and for a second Rick saw her in profile, and he came
 near to shooting his load all over the door.

 My God thought Rick, what a pair of tits. As she
 turned to face the office where Rick was hidden he
 moaned softly. The outer curves of her breasts were
 beyond the line of her chest. Hell, they almost
 covered her upper arms. Rick pumped his fist faster;
 he just had to cum now.

 Suddenly Rick realized who was behind the girl. It
 was his buddy Robert, the guy with whom he had an
 appointment. Crystal must have directed them in his
 direction. Rick stuffed his rapidly softening cock
 back in his pants and zipped up his zipper. He clicked
 on the room lights and checked his zipper. He ran his
 fingers through his hair and checked his zipper. And
 then after making sure his tie was straight he checked
 his zipper and opened the door. 

 "Hey Robert, how's it going?" said Rick as he shook
 his friend's hand and struggled not to stare at the
 babe by his side. 
     
 "Hi Rick," replied Robert, "you remember my sister,
 Beth."

 Rick finally got around to looking at the girl's face.
 Holy cow, he thought, it really is Beth. He had known
 that Beth was coming with Robert but he thought that
 she was still in the car or something. 

 "Beth!" He took her hand. "Wow, I haven't seen you in
 a while. I almost didn't know you." 

 Beth smiled and shook hands, she was beginning to
 enjoy all these shocked looks when she was revealed.
 "Hi Rick, I hope you can tell me what we're doing.
 Robert's being very mysterious."

 Rick gave a Robert a conspiratorial wink. "I wasn't
 sure we could do this, but..." he pulled a set of car
 keys from his pocket and dangled them in front of
 Robert and Beth, "it's all set now."

 As the three walked out of the showroom and into the
 morning sunlight Beth demanded, "What's all set?"

 Rick began to explain, "Your brother told me about his
 bet with Erika and how you were going to trick Mason
 into a date and the Formula One breakfast and every-
 thing. And so I said that if you could drive up in a
 hot car, then good old Mason would be really hooked.
 Although," he gave Beth and appreciative look, "I
 don't know how he could resist you, car or no car.
 But," they stopped next to a small, low to the ground,
 metallic silver car, "this is Mason's dream car and
 it's available, so you might as well use it."

 "Awww...it's so cute," purred Beth.

 The two males rolled their eyes at each other. "It's
 not cute, said Robert. "It's a Porsche 911. It has
 almost three hundred horse power and handles like you
 wouldn't believe. And," he continued, "we get to use
 it for the weekend."

 Beth's face lit up, "Way cool, can I drive it home?"

 Rick felt his hard-on return with a vengeance. The
 thought of this hot babe in that hot car was a real
 turn on. He couldn't pass up this opportunity. 

 "Hey listen," Rick said. "Why don't I show Beth how
 to really handle this thing in order to impress Mason.
 We'll drive around for a bit and then she can take it
 home."

 Robert looked at his sister, "That's fine with me.
 Rick's a heck of a driver, Beth. Is that OK with you?"

 Beth shrugged, "Sounds good to me. I'll see you at
 home."

 Robert left and Rick quickly unlocked the Porsche's
 door. Beth hopped in and Rick carefully adjusted her
 seat so that she could reach all the controls properly.
 Then he took off his suit coat and seated himself in
 the passenger's seat with his coat folded in his lap.

 Rick adjusted his seat to the limit of its rearward
 travel and leaned the seatback to the rear until he
 could keep an eye on Beth without being seen to do
 so. Not only was he going to teach her a few things
 about driving, he was going to entertain himself. 

 As Beth drove off the sales lot and into traffic Rick
 slid his right hand under his coat and adjusted his
 hard-on to a comfortable position. He strummed his
 fingers over the head of his cock through his pants.
 Yeah, he thought, that felt good. With his left arm
 and his coat hiding the movement he could get his
 rocks off without the sexy Beth noticing.

 He'd done this before, usually while he sat in the
 back of a sedan as the beautiful, young trophy wife
 of some rich executive took a test drive. Rick would
 hunch forward behind the husband. And then, as he
 pointed out the car's features, he would gaze down
 the wife's blouse and smell her perfume and whip his
 hand over his hard-on.  

 They left the city and Rick directed Beth onto a
 rolling back road that he often took to show off cars
 to prospective buyers. He instructed her on how to
 hold the wheel, how to brake and hit the apex of a
 curve and then to accelerate out of the curve. 

 Beth was tentative at first but then she grew bolder
 as Rick urged her on and she realized that the Porsche
 would go where she pointed it. And Rick loved it. His
 gazed traveled from her pretty face, that was in rapt
 attention to the road, past her breasts that swayed
 and dipped with the car's movements and on to the
 muscles in her tanned legs as they worked the pedals.
 
 Rick became more and more excited. Beth rounded a
 curve and hit the throttle. He could feel the cum
 building in his cock. Oh God, he thought, she must
 have us up to eighty on this little two-lane road. 

 He cleared his throat and fought to keep his voice
 steady. "OK Beth, there's a second gear, right-hand
 corner at the end of this straight. Let's see you
 really nail it."

 Beth nodded. She waited until the last second and hit
 the brake to slow the car for the tight turn. As she
 smoothly put the car into second gear Rick's hand was
 flying back and forth over his cock. This girl was so
 sexy...he was about to cum...he just had to cum right
 now...he...he heard Beth gasp.

 It was funny how absolute, crap in your pants fear
 could seem to slow down time. As they rounded the
 curve Rick had time to wonder who put the wall in the
 middle of the road. Then the wall resolved itself
 into a stack of hay bales moving at a crawl on the
 back of a low trailer that was being pulled by a
 tractor. 

 Rick waited for Beth to panic and stab at the brake.
 The anti-lock system wouldn't let them slide, but they
 would still pile into the hay bales. Rick could just
 imagine the Porsche looking like an accordion shaped
 car from a cartoon as it was pulled out from under a
 mountain of hay. If he didn't die in the wreck then
 his father would probably choke him to death with his
 bare hands.

 But then the wall of hay swerved to the side as Beth
 flicked the steering wheel to the left and put the gas
 to the floor. Rick was beginning to believe that he
 would live to see another day, but then he saw the
 mini-van. It was big and it was red and it was coming
 at them at a terrific closing rate in the same lane.

 Again time slowed for Rick. He felt the Porsche's
 engine trying to push them out of harm's way. He saw
 the hay bales moving past his side window. Good Lord,
 could this trailer be any longer? He could see the
 driver in the mini-van. It would help if this guy hit
 his brakes and gave them room to get back in their
 lane. But noooo...this guy was half turned in his seat
 looking at something behind him. And not only that, he
 had a cell phone clamped to his ear and he was steering
 with one finger while he held onto a soda can. 

 If I get killed today, thought Rick, I'm going to haunt
 this stupid son of a bitch and stuff that mini-van up
 his fat ass one piece at a time, even if it takes all
 of eternity.

 Now, as the big rear wheels of the tractor passed his
 side window, Rick had the satisfaction of seeing a look
 of absolute terror on the face of the mini-van's
 driver's face as he turned just in time to see the nose
 of the Porsche disappear underneath the edge of his
 windshield. 

 Beth yanked the wheel to the right. Rick could have
 sworn that they were going be the meat in a tractor
 and mini-van sandwich, but somehow the Porsche managed
 to yaw its way between the two vehicles.

 Rick suddenly became aware of an awful pain in his
 crotch. He'd been holding his dick for dear life during
 the few seconds of their nightmare. He turned loose of
 himself and wondered if he'd had that orgasm that had
 seemed so important a few seconds ago. He honestly
 couldn't remember. He'd have to check his shorts for
 cum and other body fluids when he got home.

                           **


 Beth moaned and rolled over. She hit the button on her
 clock radio to stop its insistent ringing. It was six-
 thirty on Sunday morning. "Uhhh..." she groaned into
 her pillow, "I hope Robert appreciates this." It was
 time for her to make herself alluring to Mason at the
 Formula One race breakfast. 

 Beth padded into her bathroom and looked at her image
 in the mirror. Her hair was sticking out at odd angles
 and her eyes were red and puffy. "Nobody can look good
 at this time of the morning," she mumbled to herself
 as she turned on the shower and reached for her tooth-
 brush. 

 An hour later Beth looked in the mirror once again.
 "That's better," she said to herself. She had showered,
 powdered and perfumed and then she had put on her
 preppy clothing for Mason. She was wearing khaki shorts
 that fit her ass great but were of modest length. Her
 top was a navy blue knit polo, no cleavage, but the
 stretch material showed off her new breasts nicely. Her
 only jewelry was a thin gold chain necklace and a gold
 watch to match. She slipped her feet into a pair of
 deck shoes that would probably never get anywhere near
 a boat, grabbed a matching purse and she was ready to
 go.

 Robert was waiting for her in the family room. He
 looked up when she entered and gave her an appreciative
 whistle, "Hey, you look great. Maybe I ought to forget
 about Erika and take you to the prom instead."

 Beth shook her head, "No way bro', not after all this
 trouble. Let's go, I'm getting hungry."

 Twenty minutes later they drove the Porsche into the
 parking lot of the restaurant. There were a couple of
 other Porsches there as well as a whole row of Miatas
 and some other sports cars.

 "Park over there." Robert pointed to a squared off
 sedan in a sickly shade of green. "That's Mason's car."

 "It's a Volvo." Beth couldn't believe it. "An heir to
 a fortune who loves Porsches and racing, drives a
 Volvo?"

 Robert shrugged, "When your parents are paying a chunk
 of that fortune to put you through a big time medical
 school, then you drive what they give you."

 They entered the restaurant and made their way to a
 partitioned area where there was a buffet and two
 large-screen TV's. A dozen tables were arranged in
 front of the TV's. Robert looked around until he spied
 Rick Rogers and Mason with a couple of chairs propped
 against their table, saving places.

 Rick saw Robert and Beth approaching. He nudged Mason
 and said, "My mystery guests are here."

 Mason turned and frowned a bit. "Hi Robert," he said,
 and then he looked closely at Beth. "Is this Beth? I
 haven't seen you in ages. You look so different." He
 snapped his fingers. "You're not wearing glasses."

 Beth forced a smile. She wanted to sigh and say, "You
 saw me just last week, but you overlooked me as usual."
 But she just smiled on and said, "That's right Mason,
 I got contacts."

 "And you like Formula One racing? I never would have
 guessed," said Mason as he pulled out a chair for Beth
 next to his and they all sat down.

 Robert sat on the other side of Beth, "Yeah we usually
 tape the races at the house, but then Rick told me
 about these breakfasts and we thought we'd give it a
 try."

 "So," Mason looked at Beth, "who do you think will win
 today?"

 Beth stifled a nervous yawn and said, "Oh Mika
 Hakkinen, probably."

 Mason nodded, "Why do you pick him?" he asked
 seriously. 

 "Because he's the cutest," replied Beth, as if that
 explained everything.

 "Oh of course, the cuteness factor. We can't forget to
 bring that into play," said Mason in a mocking tone.

 Beth felt Robert's knee bump into hers underneath the
 table. "Well," she continued. "if you have to have
 conventional reasons then consider that he has the
 pole position, and his McLaren is the fastest car,
 providing it holds together."

 Mason nodded, "I guess you really do watch the races."

 Beth smiled and nodded in agreement and then turned
 her head to look at the one of the TV screens. This
 may be my first one, she thought, but I am watching
 it. 

 A few minutes later the race started. With Hakkinen's
 car on the first row, twenty-six cars screamed towards
 the first turn from a standing start. But the first
 car through the turn wasn't the Mclaren, it was a red
 Ferrari driven by a man named Schumacher.

 Beth heard a babble of anticipation from the viewers
 in the room but it died away after the race had gone
 a few laps and a number of people headed for the
 breakfast buffet. "Let's get something to eat," said
 Mason, holding her chair once again. 

 Beth ate and watched the race while the guys talked
 about cars and girls and school and cars and
 occasionally the race, and then back to girls once
 again. It was no wonder that they didn't pay much
 attention to the race, thought Beth. Schumacher made
 lap after lap with Hakkinen never more than a second
 behind. The announcers made a big deal about how, even
 though he had the faster car, Hakkinen couldn't pass
 because there was only one racing line, and unless
 Schumacher made a mistake then Hakkinen's chance to
 gain the lead would have to happen at the pit stops.
 And then, about one-third of the way into the race,
 Hakkinen pulled his McLaren into the pits. 

 Mason turned to Beth and asked, "What do you think
 Schumacher should do? Do you think he's on a one stop
 strategy?"

 Beth took a deep breath, "I think he should stop on
 the next lap, even if he was on a one stop strategy,
 and then he can hope that he can get back on the track
 in front of Hakkinen. Otherwise Hakkinen will have a
 clear track ahead and he'll make up so much time that
 he'll pass Schumacher easily at his pit stop."

 Mason looked a bit surprised that she could make such
 an acute assessment, "Uh...yeah, I think so too."

 Robert whispered to his sister, "How did you know all
 that?" 

 Beth whispered back out of the corner of her mouth
 like a con planning a jailbreak, "The announcer just
 said it, you guys should be paying attention." 

 In the end, Schumacher pitted much later than the next
 lap and that was that. Hakkinen passed him easily and
 went on to win the race. 

 Robert and Beth walked out of the restaurant with Rick
 and Mason. "And at what point does he ask me out?"
 Beth whispered to her brother. 

 "Don't worry," Robert whispered back. 

 When it became apparent that Beth and Robert were about
 to get into a Porsche Mason ran over and gushed about
 the car. "Wow, where did you guys get this Porsche?"

 "Oh we managed to talk Rick's dad into loaning it to
 us for the weekend," Robert said.

 Mason walked around the car admiring it. "Any chance
 you guys could let me drive it or at least have a
 ride?"

 Beth started to say something but Robert jumped in,
 "We have to get home right now, but maybe Beth will
 give you a ride later. It's her turn to drive the car
 this afternoon."

 Mason looked at Beth as if the idea of her driving the
 car was strange. But then he seemed to warm to the
 idea. "Well, if you don't mind Beth, I'd love to take
 a ride with you."

 Robert snapped his fingers. "Hey this is great. Beth,
 I forgot to tell you, I can't have dinner tonight with
 you at Lookout Inn like we'd planned, but maybe you and
 Mason can go."

 "Oh you can't? How simply awful Robert." Beth put as
 much sarcasm in her voice as she could manage. As
 usual, her brother hadn't told her about any of this.

 "Yeah, it'll be great," Robert continued. "You can
 take the old Lookout road up the mountain. How about
 it Beth?"

 "Oh it's fine with me, that is if Mason would like to
 go."

 Mason said, "Sure, it's a date. What time do we go?"

 All the way home Robert kept pumping his fist in the
 air and shouting, "It's a date! It's a date!

                            **

 Late that same day Robert was sitting in his own car
 in the parking lot of the Lookout Inn. He checked the
 palm-sized video camera and recorder once again.
 Satisfied that there were both tape and batteries in
 the camera, he peered down the road that led to the
 inn. Beth and Mason ought to be here any minute. 

 The inn had begun life as a hunting lodge for an
 eighteenth-century railroad baron. Now it was the only
 commercial enterprise on a scenic highway that ran
 along a series of mountain ridges. Beth and Mason were
 driving up the original access road to the inn. The
 road had been scratched out of the mountainside by man
 and mule power more than a hundred years ago. As a
 result, the now paved road curved around every nip and
 tuck in the mountain as it skirted upward.

 Finally, Robert saw the Porsche driving slowly into the
 parking lot. As they had arranged, Beth made sure that
 she parked far enough from Robert's car so that Mason
 wouldn't notice him. Robert started his camera and
 focused it on the Porsche. Beth emerged from the
 driver's side and walked around to Mason's door and
 opened it. Robert was surprised to see that Beth had
 to actually help the much taller, heavier and stronger
 Mason out of the car.

 Robert framed the couple as they walked arm in arm into
 the dining room of the inn. Beth looked great in a
 light, sleeveless summer dress that fell to just above
 her knees. Mason, on the other hand, looked a bit
 wobbly.

 Robert waited a few minutes and followed them into the
 inn. He walked through a small waiting room and then
 he stopped in a hallway where he could video the
 couple.

 He had taken about thirty seconds of video when a
 shadow loomed up in front of the lenses. Robert lowered
 the camera to reveal a man in a plaid shirt with a name
 tag that proclaimed him as 'Bob' the dining room's
 host. 

 "May I help you?" the host asked.

 "Hi...uh...Bob," said Robert. "I...uh...was just taping
 my little sister over there. It's her first car date
 and our parents wanted some pictures, you know."

 "I see," said the host, not even bothering to look at
 Beth. "Well I hope you have enough, because cameras
 might make some of our guests nervous. Not all of the
 couples in here are husband and wife, if you get my
 meaning."

 "Oh yeah, sure," replied Robert. "I'm through." He made
 a show of turning off the camera and folding away the
 little eyepiece. 

 "Thank you," said the host dryly as he turned and
 walked away. 

 Beth immediately replaced the host's spot in front of
 Robert. She grabbed him and pulled him back into the
 hallway. She put her hands on her hips and said with
 exasperation, "Well this had been a big bust."  
    
 Robert pretended to look down the front of Beth's
 dress, "Yes, it certainly is," he said with a grin. 

 Beth slapped him on the arm, "Not that. This date with
 Mason is a bust."

 "How's that?" asked Robert.

 "Mr. 'I love sports cars' tossed his cookies on the way
 up here."

 "He what?"

 "Yeah," said Beth. "I whipped it around a few curves
 coming up the mountain - I wasn't really going all
 that fast - and Mason is all of a sudden yelling at me
 to stop the car. He barely got the door open when he
 barfed all over."

 Robert put his hand to his mouth trying to hide his
 laughter, but a couple of chuckles leaked out.   

 "Oh sure, laugh it up. I thought you were setting me
 up for a nice time and now it looks like we're going
 to have tepid water, breadsticks and slow drive home."

 Robert held up his hand. "Hey now, how could I know
 that on your dream date, your prince would turn into
 a frog."

 Beth snickered a little. "He is kind of green, isn't
 he?"

 The brother and sister both laughed at that.

 Beth made little shooing motions with her hands. "Go
 on home brother, I'm sure I can nurse Mason along and
 get him home."

 Robert couldn't resist the joke. "You could nurse two
 or three Masons with those," he said, leering at her
 breasts once more. Then he had to duck away as Beth
 threw a real punch at his shoulder. 

 "I bet you won't make jokes about Erika's breasts, that
 is if she'll keep to her bet and go out with you," said
 Beth.

 Robert waved the camera in the air as he walked away
 from his sister. "Oh I have plenty of evidence here.
 What else can she do?"

 Beth went back to her table where Mason was reading
 the menu. As she sat he said, "I'm feeling much better.
 Why don't we go ahead and eat?"

 "Great," said Beth. Her expectations of the evening
 began to return. 

 The meal went by without any major social gaffes by
 either person. Mason not only regained his appetite,
 but he seemed to have developed quite a thirst also.
 Beth never had to worry about holding up her end of
 the conversation, as Mason became verbose on several
 glasses of wine.

 By the time Beth and Mason left the inn night had
 fallen. At Mason's urging they took the scenic highway
 back toward the city instead of the twisty access road.
 As they rounded a curve several miles from the inn
 Mason pointed to a turnoff where there was a parking
 area for people who wished to enjoy the view. As she
 drove through the parking lot Beth thought the view
 was very nice, but she doubted that the people in the
 cars with fogged up windows were much concerned about
 the scene beyond their cars.

 Beth was flattered. She had begun to wonder if Mason
 considered her a real date, or just a meal with a kid
 he knew. She found out for sure when Mason tuned in a
 soft jazz station on the radio and put his arm around
 her shoulders. A minute after they had parked, the
 couple was kissing passionately. 

 A few minutes later though, the passion was all one
 sided. Beth hadn't been drinking and the secondhand
 taste of wine on Mason's lips and tongue wasn't sweet
 or pleasant at all. Plus, he was a lousy kisser -
 entirely too hard and too wet. And his hands were
 roaming all over. Not like the soft caresses that
 Charles thrilled her with the other day, Mason's hands
 alternated between trying to grab her ass and then her
 breasts. Beth was about to pull away and tell Mason
 that she had to get home, when he took her hand and put
 it on the bulge in his pants. 

 Now here was something new. She found out what her
 girlfriends were talking about when they said that
 their boyfriends had a 'rocket in his pocket' or a
 'banana in his pants'. The cloth-covered bulge didn't
 feel like anything special, but when she ran her hand
 along its outline she certainly got a reaction from
 Mason. He sighed, leaned back in his seat and finally
 quit pawing at her. 

 Well-well, thought Beth, quite an effect I'm having
 here. Mason was starring straight ahead, his eyes sort
 of glassy. Every few seconds his hips would twitch or
 rise completely off the seat like a puppy forcing his
 head into your hand to be petted. 

 He really loves this, thought Beth. So she was sur-
 prised when he lifted her hand away from his crotch.
 But it was only for a second. Just long enough for
 Mason to unzip his pants and whip out his cock, then
 he gave Beth a sort of pleading look.

 Oh wow, thought Beth. It was her first live cock. She
 reached out and touched it like it was something
 separate and alive form Mason. After all, it was sort
 of twitching and bobbing on it's own without Mason
 seeming to do anything. 

 Beth ran her fingers over Mason's cock, exploring its
 surface. It's like a thick finger, thought Beth, long
 and rigid, and surprisingly warm. She swirled her
 fingers around the head and was pleased to see Mason
 moan in pleasure.

 "Like this," whispered Mason, taking Beth's hand he
 formed her fingers into a fleshy tube and then slid
 them up and down over the warm and now slightly sticky-
 wet head. 

 Beth did as she was asked, but in less than a minute
 her arm was aching and the back of her hand was
 beginning to hurt from brushing the zipper of Mason's
 pants. She was beginning to wonder how long she had to
 keep this up when Mason let out a little squeak, his
 hips surged upward, and Beth felt a warm glob of some-
 thing hit her fingers. 

 He's cumming! thought Beth. Her aching arm forgotten,
 she jacked her hand even faster. She wasn't sure what
 to expect. Would more stuff stream out? There couldn't
 be much more, could there? After all condoms didn't
 fill up like a water balloons. Did they?

 A few seconds later it became clear to Beth that
 matters were pretty much concluded. Mason pushed her
 hand away and tucked away his now deflating member.
 Beth moved her hand to the window so she could examine
 her wet fingers. So there's millions of sperm in this
 semi-clear milky blob, she thought. It didn't look as
 if there could be a million of anything in that little
 glob of stuff. 

 Suddenly, she came back to herself. Beth realized that
 she must look silly to Mason. She stole a glance in
 his direction. But Mason wasn't paying attention to
 much of anything. He was snoring softly, his head lying
 back on the seat. 

 Beth sighed, so much for her big date with Mason. She
 looked around for something on which to wipe her cummy
 fingers. Finally, she cleaned them on Mason's pant's
 leg. Then she started the Porsche and drove her dozing
 "date"  home.

                           **


 The next day was the Monday of prom week. At school,
 Robert sought out Erika as she walked down one of the
 school hallways between classes. As he came up beside
 her, Robert handed Erika the tape he'd taken of Mason
 and Beth. 

 "What's this?" she asked.

 Robert said cryptically, "I hope you didn't forget our
 bet."

 When Erika looked confused, Robert explained, "Just
 look at the tape. And keep in mind that I'll pick you
 up at seven on Friday." He half expected Erika to
 throw the tape back in his face, but she threw it in
 her book bag instead and took it with her. 

 On Tuesday Erika seemed to be always busy or at least
 faced the wrong way when Robert was in her vicinity
 and he couldn't work up the nerve to ask her if she'd
 seen the tape. 

 On Wednesday Robert was surprised when Erika marched
 straight up to him at his locker. She grabbed his hand
 and slapped the tape into his palm. "Don't let it be
 said that I went back on a bet." When Robert started
 to say something, she threw up her hand and said, "You
 will pick me up at eight and if you're dressed in any-
 thing but a plain, standard tuxedo I'll slam the door
 in you face."

 Robert managed to say, "Sure, see you then," when Erika
 was twenty feet down the hall and out of earshot. 

                            **

 At the stroke of eight on Friday night Robert stabbed
 the doorbell of Erika's upscale home. He was prepared
 to be kept waiting but Erika herself answered the door.
 Robert could only stare at her speechlessly. She had
 forgone the usual elaborate prom perm, letting her
 dark, thick hair flow over her bare shoulders. A gown
 that seemed to shimmer in the light from the doorway
 matched the colors in her ice blue jewelry. Robert
 couldn't take his off the cleavage revealed by her
 gown's low cut bodice.

 After several seconds of silence Erika sighed, rolled
 her eyes and brushed by Robert. "Oh, for heaven's
 sake," she said. "Let's get on with it."

 Robert and Erika and their affluent schoolmates had
 rented a ballroom in one of the city's fancier hotels.
 There were two bands set up on either end of the large
 room to alternate sets. A dance floor sat in the center
 of the room surrounded by tables for the partygoers
 and their food and drink.  

 As they entered the room, one of the junior faculty
 members announced their names over a public address
 system. Robert was delighted to hear whistles and
 applause. He wasn't sure but he thought he heard Erika
 moan softly.

 They took a seat at a table with some of Erika's pals.
 Robert got them some hors d'oeuvres and punch and then
 settled down to what he was sure would be an extended
 gossip session between the girls. He was mindlessly
 girl watching away from the present company when he
 felt a tug at his sleeve.

 "I said, would you like to dance?" Erika was mouthing
 to him in a loud, clear voice that made it clear it
 wasn't the first time she'd asked the question.

 Robert was startled, but he recovered enough to answer,
 "Dance? Sure, I guess so."

 As they walked to the dance floor, Erika asked in a
 guarded tone, "You do know how to dance, don't you? 

 "Oh sure, I can dance, a little." He wasn't about to
 mention the hundred hours of lessons in jazz, tap and
 ballet that one of his nannies had forced on him. He
 could move his body in time to the music without
 looking like he was having a fit, and that was pretty
 much all anyone could ask from a teenager. 

 They danced one fast dance and then another. Then the
 band swung into a slower, more romantic tune and Robert
 figured that Erika would make a beeline back to their
 table. But once again she startled him by sliding her
 arms up his arms and onto his shoulders. 

 "You'd like another dance?" he asked nervously.

 She didn't answer, but the look she gave him asked
 just what in the hell did he think she was doing.
 Robert willed his hands not to shake as he placed them
 carefully on her waist. Two steps into the dance Erika
 locked her hands behind his neck and moved her body
 against his. 

 Robert became erect so quickly he thought Erika might
 feel it thump against her pelvis. He couldn't believe
 that he was holding Erika's warm body against his.
 Despite the layers of clothing between them, he could
 swear that he felt Erika's nipples move against his
 chest.

 Robert hadn't masturbated in a week. Somewhere in the
 back of his mind must have been the thought that if
 he saved himself, then somehow the fates would give
 him a reward. And Erika's actions tonight had so far
 been his answer. The fates of course could be fickle.
 He was beginning to wonder if he might actually cum
 here on the dance floor from the pressure of her
 pelvis on his hard-on.

 There was no orgasmic accompaniment to the dance for
 Robert, however he did check his pants for stains as
 he and Erika walked back to their seats. When the next
 slow song started, Robert was pleasantly surprised
 when Erika grabbed his hand and led him back on the
 dance floor. He nearly groaned as her body resumed its
 pressure on his cock.

 For nearly two hours they ate and drank and danced and
 talked to friends - then Erika announced that it was
 time to leave. Robert's hard-on remained. He was
 anticipating kissing Erika goodnight and his penis had
 become a permanent, aching, bulky hardness in his
 pants. 

 Robert slipped a mint in his mouth on the drive back
 to Erika's house so that his breath would be nice. And
 on the walk to her door Robert kept licking his lips
 to make sure that they were not wet, but pliant and
 moist. 

 Erika turned when they reached the door and slid her
 arms around his neck, much as she'd done all night as
 they danced. She held her body against his and looked
 into his eyes. "Well Robert," she purred. "I know
 you've had a good time, because you've had an erection
 the entire evening. And now you'd like to top things
 off with a kiss? Maybe a little tongue action?"

 Robert could only nod his head in agreement. 

 Erika put her hand on his chest and stiff-armed Robert
 backwards. "No way pal," she said with distaste.  "Our
 bet is through. You can just take your little dick
 home and shoot off with your hand. It's probably the
 only sex you'll ever have." At that point she opened
 the door and stepped inside. She hissed, "I don't want
 to ever see you again," and then she slammed the door
 in his face.

 "It's not so little," murmured Robert to the closed
 door. But she got the rest of it right, thought Robert
 as he drove home. He almost jerked off in the car, but
 he decided to wait until he got home, out of his tuxedo
 and into the comfort of his room. 

 Robert was home and about to climb the stairs to his
 room when his father called to him from his office,
 "Robert, can I see you?"

 Robert groaned inwardly, but he went in to see his
 father. 

 "Did you have fun at the prom?" asked his father as
 Robert sat down. 

 "Oh sure...ate, drank...danced some...you know, the
 usual stuff," Robert shrugged.

 "And your bet with Erika, how did that go?"

 "Oh," said Robert, "you heard about that."

 "Well, Mason is my assistant. There was some talk
 about a date with Beth to distract him, while you
 moved in on his girlfriend."

 "But nothing happened, she practically kicked me off
 her porch," Robert tried to interrupt.

 "Not to mention," continued his father, "the pos-
 sibility that you may have given your sister some
 experimental drugs."

 "Uh..." Robert decided it was time to say as little
 as possible.

                           **

 The lecture from his father wasn't as long, nor as
 blistering as it might have been decided Robert as
 he climbed the stairs to his room. His eyes were
 downcast and he very nearly walked into Vicky as he
 reached the top of the stairs. 

 "Don't you look like a real stud tonight in your
 tuxedo," she said, giving Robert a long, approving
 look. "Is your father in his office?" she asked as
 they passed one another.

 "Thanks, yeah he's in the office," Robert answered. 

 A few minutes later Robert was out of his tuxedo and
 he felt refreshed by a quick shower. He was trying to
 decide whether to masturbate with Erika's pictures,
 or to simply bring back the feel of her body swaying
 against his as they danced. His cock came back to full
 hardness. He had settled on a fantasy of he and Erika
 having passionate sex when Beth's particular knock
 sounded at his door.

 Robert groaned. He might as well let her in. He threw
 on a bathrobe and opened the door.  Beth smiled sweetly
 and walked into the room. She was wearing some of her
 father's old pajamas. At least she was wearing the top
 of a set of his pj's. The top buttons of the big old
 flannel shirt were undone and Robert couldn't help but
 stare at the generous amount of breast that was
 revealed. 

 "Hi," said Beth, "how was the big prom date?"

 It was all he could do to drag his eyes away from
 Beth's tits. "Uh...it was...fine, just fine," he
 finally managed to get out. He couldn't believe that
 his cock was starting to tent the front of his robe.
 Robert quickly sat on his bed, placing his hands
 strategically in his lap.

 "Just fine?" she asked. "I...we went to all that
 trouble, and all you can say is 'fine'." Beth plopped
 down on the bed next to Robert. 

 Robert couldn't help but notice that the slit on the
 side of her shirt was revealing her leg all the way
 up to her hip. Only the shirttails kept Robert from
 looking at his sister's pussy. 

 "Did you talk? Dance? Did you get the big goodnight
 kiss?" she pressed.

 "Look Beth, can't we do this in the morning? I just
 want to go to bed." As much as I'm enjoying your skin
 show, I need to get you out of the room so I can whack
 off, he thought.

 When she didn't stir, Robert became exasperated. "Yes,
 we talked some. Yes we danced a lot. And no, not only
 didn't we kiss, she practically kicked me off her front
 porch."

 "Aw...you poor thing," said Beth with mock sympathy.
 Then she gave Robert the shock of his life when she
 leaned over and kissed him full on the lips.

 All of Robert's pent up sexual energy came to the fore
 and sister or no he returned Beth's kiss with passion
 and a probing tongue. He was wondering how far this
 would go. Did he dare to try and cop a feel of one of
 those magnificent tits of hers?

 Beth answered the question when she pulled his robe
 aside and encircled his aching cock with her soft
 fingers. He broke off their kiss and gawked in amaze-
 ment as Beth expertly began to jack him off. 

 Beth felt a sort of sexual power surge through her
 body. First Mason and now Robert - although she had
 surprised herself as much as Robert when she grabbed
 his cock - were completely in her hands, so to speak.
 Robert had fallen back on his elbows, and was watching
 her small hand piston up and down the length of his
 cock. She gave her hand a little twist as it came to
 the top of its stroke, and smiled when Robert moaned
 and gasped out his pleasure. 

 Beth was wondering how long it would take for her
 brother to orgasm when the first spurt of cum erupted.
 The semi-clear stream flew through the air and landed
 on Robert's stomach. It was followed by more of the
 same. Much more than Mason's little glob of stuff,
 thought Beth. His hot cum was now flowing over and
 dripping off her fingers. Beth finally felt the last
 pumping contractions from stepbrother's cock and she
 stopped jacking him.

 Robert lay in a post-orgasmic haze for several seconds.
 He looked at his sister who was trying to keep her cum
 covered hand from dripping on the bedclothes. Robert
 smiled and said to his sister, "I guess we've made a
 gooey  mess, haven't we?"

 "I'd say that you made the mess," answered Beth. "But
 it certainly is gooey."

 "Why don't you clean up in the bathroom?" suggested
 Robert.

 "Good idea," said Beth as she scooted off the bed and
 went into Robert's bathroom.

 Robert looked down at his cum splattered stomach and
 groin. He didn't want to get the stuff on his bathrobe
 so he shrugged it off his shoulders and left it on the
 bed. He wasn't to sure about the etiquette of what to
 do after an unexpected hand job, but he didn't think
 that nudity would be a problem. 

 Robert locked the door to his room, just in case Vicky
 or his father should want in. Then he joined his sister
 in the bathroom. As he entered, Beth took the washcloth
 she'd been holding and began to clean him. 

 "Oh is little Bobby-Wobby all wet and messy?" she cooed
 as if she were talking to a baby. Then she proceeded to
 clean the cum off his cock and balls.

 "Damn Beth," said Robert. Where did you learn all
 this?"

 Beth told her brother about making out with, and then
 masturbating, Mason on their date. She finished up with
 a detailed review of her experience with Charles in the
 bar. 

 By the time she was through telling him about a com-
 plete stranger getting her off in a public dining room,
 Robert was erect with a throbbing hard-on. Was she
 hinting that she wanted him to finger her pussy, he
 wondered? If so, he was more than willing. He was about
 to suggest that they jump back into bed when there was
 a knock at his bedroom door.

 "Yes?" called out Robert.

 "It's Vicky, may I come in?" came the muffled reply
 through the door. 

 Robert and Beth gave each other guilty looks. "What'll
 we do?" she asked.

 Robert shrugged, "You button up that shirt, and I'll
 put on my robe. Vicky will come in and you'll go to
 your room where you will eagerly await my arrival later
 tonight."

 Beth giggled, "Will you really?"

 "Of course, now let's hurry." 

 Robert took the lead headed out of the bathroom, but
 as he got to the door he saw the knob to his bedroom
 door begin to turn. He barely managed to close the
 door to the bathroom before Vicky entered his room. 

 "Robert?" she called.

 "Be out in a sec." he nervously called back.

 Robert frowned as he softly whispered to Beth, "I swear
 I locked that door before we came in here."

 Beth shook her head, "No, I locked it when I came in."
 She thought for a second, "That means you unlocked it."

 Robert swung both hands and arms toward the bathroom
 door and made a face as if to say, "Well duhhh..."

 "Now what?" mouthed Beth silently when Robert turned
 to face her. 

 Robert rubbed his hand over his face. He put his lips
 next to Beth's ear and whispered, "Hide in the shower.
 I'll get rid of her as fast as I can." Robert grabbed
 a bath towel and wrapped it around his waist. 

 Beth had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep from
 laughing as she pointed at the tented front of the
 towel. Despite all the interruptions, Robert still had
 a raging erection. 

 Beth whispered, "Want me to take care of that?"

 For a split second Robert almost gave in to the very
 arousing scenario of his sister giving him another
 hand-job while his housekeeper waited just a few feet
 away. But he motioned for Beth to get behind the shower
 curtain while he opened the bathroom door just enough
 to slide his arm through. 

 "Vicky," he called, "could you throw me my bathrobe?"
 If he arranged the bulky robe just right, he should be
 able to cover his cock that was still as hard as could
 be. 

 From a corner of the room farthest from his robe Vicky
 said, "Oh come on out, I won't look."

 Robert was so eager to get rid of Vicky that he didn't
 hesitate. He was half way to his bed before he realized
 that not only had Vicky not turned her back to the
 room, but her eyes were locked on his cock. 

 "Well...well, your father told me that your prom night
 didn't go as well as it could have, but I see it hasn't
 dampened your spirits," said Vicky as she crossed the
 room.

 Robert wasn't sure what he should do, but tonight
 seemed to be his night for nudity in front of household
 women. 

 "Why don't you lie down and we'll see what we can do
 about this," said Vicky as she caressed his cock with
 a soft warm hand. 

 Robert fell back on his bed. He was looking at the
 ceiling when a hot, wet velvety sensation engulfed the
 head of his dick.  He jerked his head up to see Vicky's
 full lips push their way down the length of his cock.
 
 "Ohhhh...Vicky..." Robert moaned.

 "Mmmmm...hmmmm," Vicky mouthed, vibrating her throat
 around his cock-head. 

 Robert fell back on the bed once more. His hands
 grabbed at the sheets. Beth's hand job had been great,
 but it was nothing compared to this. Vicky held her
 mouth on his cock, barely moving it, rubbing her tongue
 on the sensitive underside.

 Robert couldn't keep his body still. He writhed about
 on the bed yearning to create more friction. He was on
 the verge of grabbing Vicky's head and fucking her
 throat when she locked her lips around his shaft,
 sucked him like she was trying to draw out his balls
 and brought him to an aching climax. 

 Vicky swallowed and crawled up the bed until her face
 was level with Roberts. "You little devil, there wasn't
 much cum, I bet you jerked off before I came in here."

 Robert lay on the bed with his arm over his eyes. He
 was wiped out. All he could do was mumble, "That was
 great Vicky, I don't know what to say."

 She patted his stomach and scooted off the bed. "You
 rest up stud, we'll talk about this later." With that,
 she was out the door.

 Seconds later Robert felt the mattress give as Beth
 climbed on the bed. "Quite a harem you're putting
 together, Bobby," she said. "Maybe Erika will show up
 next."

 Robert never moved, "She'll have to take a number, all
 I want to do is go to sleep."

 Beth walked on her knees across the bed and then threw
 a leg over Robert's waist. "No sleep yet, there are
 responsibilities that come with a harem, you know."

 Robert moved his arm a fraction of an inch in order to
 see what his sister was up to. "Like what?" he asked.

 "Like this," she said, as she took one of his hands
 and placed it on one of her breasts, and then she took
 his other hand and put it on her eager pussy.

 "You'll have to teach me about these responsibilities,"
 he said with growing interest.

 "You can bet on it, brother," she said as she folded
 his thumb against the hood of her clit. "You can bet
 on it."

                            END