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Jack and Jake
by Rhett Dreams (address withheld)

***

Jack and Jake are twin teenage brothers that are as 
horny as hell. This story starts when they catch their 
sister doing something that could really get her in 
trouble and blackmail her into having sex with them. 
The story doesn't stop there, they end up bringing 
friends and family into their sexual adventures. (mmf-
teens, MF/teens, reluc, ped, inc, orgy)

***


Chapter One: "Coercing Cathy"
  
My name's Jake, and I'm writing this as a twenty-one 
year-old senior in college. 

My twin brother Jack and I were sixteen when we 
discovered our sister's secret. Cathy was seventeen 
then and was a real daddy's girl. She was given a car 
for her sixteenth birthday, and allowed freedoms that 
we were denied. It probably would have been different 
if our mother was still alive, but she died from cancer 
when we were just ten. 

Cathy started dating an older guy, a college sophomore 
from the nearby University of Virginia. His name was 
Chris, and he drove a BMW and managed to communicate 
his disdain for my brother and I and our working class 
background. Our father never went to college but 
managed to become a lieutenant in the Charlottesville 
police force. 

On the other hand, Chris was clearly smitten with 
Cathy. Our sister was really quite beautiful, with long 
blond hair, blue eyes and a terrific body. We couldn't 
help but believe that Chris was using Cathy for sex and 
to have something beautiful to hang on his arm, and 
nothing more. 

Despite the fact that Cathy treated us like shit most 
of the time, it pissed both of us off to see our sister 
used that way. Our father, on the other hand, was 
oblivious to the whole thing, believing his daughter 
perfect in every way. 

Jack is the one who discovered Cathy's secret. It was a 
Friday night and we were spending it with a friend. We 
often did that when our father worked the night shift 
or spent the evening with his bowling team. We decided 
we wanted to listen to some music that we had at home, 
and Jake volunteered to walk the half-mile back to our 
house to get it. 

When Jack made it home he found Chris's car parked in 
the driveway and decided to sneak around to the back of 
the house so he could get to our bedroom without having 
to deal with Cathy and Chris. He snuck a glance into 
the living room and saw the two sitting on the couch. 

It took a few seconds for Jack to realize what they 
were up to, and his surprise was total. Chris was 
chopping up something white and powdery on a mirror, 
that just had to be cocaine. If there was one thing our 
father wouldn't put up with, it was drugs. 

Jack snuck quietly in through the back door and from 
there up the stairs and into our room. He got the CD's 
we wanted but also got my 35mm camera. As luck would 
have it, there was a mostly unused roll of film loaded. 
He went back outside, and took several pictures of 
Chris, then Cathy, as they snorted the coke. 

Within ten minutes both of them were naked and Jack got 
lots of pictures of Cathy sucking Chris's cock and then 
of the wild fuck that followed on the living room 
carpet. Finally he was out of film and walked back to 
our friend's house to tell me what had happened. 

                       - o - 
 
Jack and I stayed up late into the night talking about 
what our sister had done and what we would do about it. 
We concluded that we would wait until we got the film 
developed in our high school dark room before deciding 
what to do. 

I was the photographer in our family and was able to 
reserve the dark room for after school hours the 
following Monday. 

The pictures were not as focused as they might have 
been due to Jack's inexperience with a camera and the 
fact that he'd shot them through a window. But they 
turned out good enough. In fact, the first one didn't 
have the people in focus but our distinctive coffee 
table was quite clear as were the four white lines of 
white powder on the mirror's surface. 

Other pictures clearly showed it was Cathy and Chris, 
some showing Chris's cock appealed to my vanity because 
he was quite a bit smaller than I am. 

The pictures of their sucking and fucking caused my 
cock to stiffen uncomfortably in my pants, while I hung 
the pictures up to dry and checked to make sure the 
door was locked before pulling out my cock. I whacked 
off, feeling slightly guilty at being turned on by 
pictures of my sister getting fucked. It was tough 
being a teenager with hormones.

It was later, on the way home with the dried pictures, 
that I thought about using them to coerce my sister 
into have sex with us. Neither Jack or I had ever 
actually fucked a girl before. 

The most we had done was to have Suzie, the class slut, 
give us blow jobs. I'd been the first to date her, and 
was pleasantly surprised when she let me feel her up 
and then agreed to suck me off. Because Jack and I are 
identical twins, he took her out next, pretending he 
was me, and got the same treatment. 

But we'd never fucked a girl. The pictures of my sister 
with her perfect breasts exposed and her long legs 
wrapped around her boyfriend as they fucked, caused my 
natural horniness to overcome any reluctance about 
doing the same thing with my own sister. 

That evening, alone with my brother in the room we 
shared, I let him go through the pictures without 
saying anything about my plan. When he was done looking 
through them, I could see the bulge in his jeans. 

"Jesus Jake," he said. "Our sister is one hot babe. I 
can't believe how hot she looks." 

"That she is," I agreed. 

We were silent for a few minutes as Jack flipped back 
through the pictures. 

"Y'know," he said, "she'd do anything to avoid dad 
seeing these. He'd kill her if he knew she was using 
coke and screwing her boyfriend in our living room." 

"Yeah," I said. "And he'd probably put her under lock 
and key if he saw these." 

My brother Jack looked at me and said, "So? What do you 
think we should do?" I was pretty sure from his 
expression that he had reached the same conclusion that 
I had. 

"I think we should show her these pictures and demand 
three things. One, that she stop seeing that asshole, 
Chris. Two, that she stop using coke." I paused a 
moment, thinking how to phrase the third demand. 

"And three?" prompted Jack. 

I looked him in the eye and said, "I think we should 
insist on the opportunity to fuck our sexy sister. 
Don't you?" 

Jack exhaled audibly, and his face reflected relief. He 
wanted the same thing and was glad to have me name it. 

"I'm in," he said, grinning. 

                      - o - 
 
We sprang it on her the following night. Dad was 
working the late shift and Cathy was home, perhaps 
because Chris was not available. The three of us had 
dinner together. As Jack cleared the dishes, I 
retrieved the manila envelope and shoved it toward our 
sister. 

"I think you ought to see these," I said. 

"What is it?" she asked, looking at the envelope 
addressed to our father care of the Charlottesville 
Police Department, before reaching in to pull out the 
contents. Her face went white when she saw the first 
photograph, a picture of her bent over the coffee 
table, snorting a line of coke. She flipped to the 
second photograph, then the third. I believed she was 
going to be sick as she saw the evidence and realized 
what it meant. Finally, she raised her eyes to look at 
me, and anger was mixed there with fear. 

"You fucking asshole," she said quietly. 

"I'll think those pictures show pretty clearly, dear 
sister, that you're the one fucking an asshole. Only a 
real shit-bag would be introducing a minor to drugs. 
And when dad sees these, I wouldn't want to be Chris 
or..." 

I left the sentence unfinished. Cathy's eyes widened 
and she looked from me to Jack and back. 

"He must never see these... you've got to know that... 
Jesus!" 

She shoved the prints back into the envelope, as if 
that was going to make things better. I could see her 
mind racing over the implications. Then her expression 
calmed a bit and she raised her eyes to mine. Distrust 
and a knowing look were in them. 

"Okay, asshole, what's it gonna take?" 

"Start again, sister," I interrupted, "and don't call 
me an asshole. A lot might depend on your attitude." 

She stared at me and I could see hope creep over her 
features. 

"Jake," she began anew, "what will it take for you guys 
to destroy these pictures." 

I told her. She didn't react to the first two demands, 
that she stop seeing Chris and stop using coke. When I 
told her she would have to have sex with Jack and I, 
her face showed disbelief and then disgust. 

"You've got to be kidding. No way! That's incest!" 

We had decided beforehand that Jack would play good cop 
to my bad cop, and he jumped in at this point, his tone 
quite reasonable. 

"You're on the pill, Cathy. It's not as if you'll get 
pregnant and have a baby with two heads. It's just sex, 
nothing more." 

Cathy turned to Jack and spat out, "No way!" She shook 
her head and repeated this several times. 

"Okay," I said, gathering the envelope and closing the 
metal clasp on the top. "If that's your decision." 

Cathy's eyes filled with tears, then she tried a 
different tact. 

"How can you do this to me? I'm your sister. You're 
supposed to love me." She said this in all seriousness 
then blushed a bit at the double meaning. 

"Speaking for both of us," said Jack, "we do love you. 
Always will. But we're both virgins and we're always 
horny and we want you to introduce us to sex. It's no 
big deal for you because you've already been doing it 
and it won't change anything." 

"I can't do it," said Cathy, her voice pleading. 
"Anything else but not that. How about if I let you use 
my car whenever you want?" Her voice took on hope as 
she continued. "I'll tell you which girls go all the 
way and you can take them out and..." 

"This is not negotiable," I interrupted. "You have only 
two choices. One, you can agree to all three things. Or 
two, you can refuse and this package goes to dad." 

She was silent for a minute before raising her eyes to 
mine again. I was thrilled to see she was resigned to 
her fate but I kept my face passive, waiting. 

"Once, then. I'll... have sex with you once... each." 

I shook my head. 

"What, then?" she asked, her voice flat. 

"You'll have sex with us whenever it's safe, whenever 
we want. Or the pictures go to dad." 

She was silent for another minute before mumbling, 
"Okay..." 

                       - o - 
 
Jack helped Cathy up while I went into the living room 
and closed the drapes, then locked the front door. When 
I turned, Cathy and Jack were standing uncomfortably in 
the center of the room, waiting for directions. 

"Why don't you sit over there, Jack. Cathy's gonna 
treat us to a strip show first." I sat down on the 
coach. 

"You're a pervert," hissed Cathy. She paused a moment 
before kicking off her shoes and pulling her blouse out 
of her jeans. She kept her face down while she 
unbuttoned her blouse down the front then at the cuffs. 
I could see her face color when she pulled her blouse 
off and tossed it aside. An off-white bra held her full 
breasts in check. 

She began unbuttoning her jeans. Her face was resigned 
as she peeled them down her legs and then off. She took 
a deep breath before reaching back to unhook her bra. 
Her face colored a bit as the bra came free and her 
perfect round breasts fell free. She stopped then and 
looked over at me. 

"The panties," I said. 

She pulled her panties down over her hips and let them 
fall to the floor, then stepped out of them. When she 
reached down to pick them up and add them to the pile 
of discarded clothes, her breasts swayed provocatively. 
She stood straight in front of us, her arms covering 
her breasts and pussy, and waited. Her face had the 
look of a prisoner awaiting a fate that she had no 
control over. 

"Put your hands at your sides, Cathy, and spread your 
legs a bit," I said. "I want to see your body." 

She obeyed with no comment. My eyes feasted on her 
womanly body. Cathy took after our mother, who had been 
slender and fair. Jack and I, however, looked very much 
like our father, who was dark and stocky. Most of the 
cops didn't actually know our father's first name 
because he was called "Plug" by everybody. The nickname 
was short for fire plug, which, despite dad's six foot 
height, accurately described his build. 

Cathy's breasts were large on her slender frame, capped 
by silver dollar-sized aureoles and stiff pink nipples. 
I desperately wanted to touch them, feel their weight, 
suck them. Instead, I let my eyes drop down her body, 
over the flat stomach to the blond tuft of hair between 
her legs. The lips of her pussy were partially visible, 
between the long well-shaped legs. 

I tore my eyes from her and looked over at Jack. His 
expression was tense and excited, and probably mirrored 
mine. Our eyes met and we exchanged a silent message 
and nodded to each other. We rose and descended on our 
naked sister from either side. I took a breast in one 
hand and squeezed lightly, surprised at the firmness. 
Lowering my head, I took as much as possible into my 
mouth and sucked the flesh. My free hand slid down to 
feel her ass, and I felt my brother's hand already 
there. He made room and my hand caressed her firm ass 
checks while I sucked on her breast. 

When I pulled my mouth off, I noticed that her nipple 
had grown longer and thicker. The wet nipple was now 
over a half-inch long. I was flicking my tongue over 
the erect spike when I heard a sharp intake of breath 
from Cathy. I noticed Jack sucking on her other breast 
and, looking down, saw his hand between her legs. I 
gave Jack a minute before I slid my hand down her ass 
and between her legs from the back. There I found 
Jake's hand and, moments later, realized that he had a 
finger buried in her pussy. I slid a finger along side 
his, into her wetness. 

Cathy's pulse and breathing were noticeably quicker now 
and the assault on her breasts and pussy continued. 
After several minutes, Jack pulled his hand free of her 
juicy cunt and his mouth off her breast and stepped 
back to undress. I stopped tonguing her other nipple 
and stood up, to the side and slightly behind her. I 
added a second finger to the first in her cunt and 
fucked them in and out of her dripping sex, surprised 
at the tightness of her tunnel. My other hand caressed 
her breasts and nipples. 

Cathy's eyes were closed and her lips were parted 
slightly. I felt several tremors in her body as I 
finger-fucked her cunt and caressed her breasts and 
pulled on her erect nipples. When Jack was undressed I 
motioned for him to sit on the sofa and brought my 
mouth close to Cathy's ear. 

"Jack is ready for you, Cathy. Go over and suck his 
cock." 

Cathy's eyes opened as I pulled by juice covered 
fingers out of her sex. It took a moment for her eyes 
to focus on Jack, sitting on the sofa, his rigid cock 
sticking straight up. She was extremely hot now, and 
moved quickly to obey. 

"Jesus!" she said as she knelt between Jack's knees. 

Having measured my own, I was hpretty sure my twin's 
erect cock was almost nine inches long and was much 
thicker than Chris's. Cathy reached forward tentatively 
and held his cock in her hand before sliding it up and 
down the length. 

"It's so big," she whispered. 

"Put it in your mouth," said Jack, his voice cracking. 

I began undressing as Cathy leaned forward and took the 
head of his cock into her mouth. Her blond hair fell 
forward and I couldn't see exactly what she was doing, 
but could tell from the expression on Jack's face that 
it felt great. He closed his eyes and leaned his head 
back over the back edge of the sofa. 

"Oh, yes... Cathy... suck my cock... that's good," he 
chanted while she sucked and her hand worked up and 
down the shaft. When I finished undressing I dropped to 
my knees behind her and ran my hands over her firm, 
round ass cheeks. I considered entering her, from the 
rear, but decided against it. In my present state I 
doubted if I could've lasted more than a few seconds in 
her pussy, which would be my first. Instead I reached 
my hand between her thighs and forced two fingers into 
her hot, wet sex. Cathy moaned around her mouthful of 
cock. 

I could tell that Jack was close to blowing his load. I 
figured I would take his place and have Cathy suck me 
off while he recovered. Then we'd try her cunt. 

"Ahhhhh," Jack cried and his hands went to Cathy's 
head. Cathy coughed, or tried to, then tried to pull 
her head off the erupting cock. Jack's hands forced her 
head farther down his cock while he groaned and emptied 
his balls into her reluctant mouth. My hand left her 
cunt and I scooted forward to watch. When he finally 
let his hands loose, Cathy's head came off his cock, 
she sputtered, and gobs of white cum poured out of her 
mouth and over his cock and balls. 

She coughed several times before saying, weakly, "I 
don't swallow that stuff." She coughed some more and 
added, "It's gross." 

At this point, Jack couldn't have cared less. I took a 
seat at the other end of the sofa and told Cathy that 
it was my turn. She crawled over and began kissing my 
cock and licking up the shaft. When she reached the 
head and parted her lips to wetly kiss the underside, I 
nearly lost it right there. Her blue eyes were watching 
me while she did this and when she took just the head 
into her warm, wet mouth. When she leaned forward to 
take more inside, we lost eye contact and her long 
blond hair fell forward and partially obscured the 
erotic sight. 

I wanted to see her, my beautiful sister, while she 
performed this act. I pulled her hair out of the way 
and held in one hand behind her head. She raised her 
eyes to kept them locked on mine while she bobbed up 
and down on my thick shaft. 

"This is so sexy," I said, "watching you, my sister, 
suck me off." 

Her eyes widened even more and her checks pulled inward 
with the intensity of her sucking and I knew I'd 
explode any second. 

"Oh, yes, here it comes." Then I quickly added, "Drink 
my cum, sis. Swallow... ahhhhh." 

I exploded into her mouth with the best orgasm of my 
life. Blast after blast erupted from my cock and into 
her hot, warm mouth. I nearly lost consciousness from 
the pleasure and the release. When at last I opened my 
eyes and focused again I saw Cathy pull her month off 
my cock, and kiss the head tenderly. There was a small 
smile on her face as she sat back on her heels. In took 
me a moment to realize that she had swallowed all my 
cum! 

"Thank you," I managed. 

While I rested, Jack helped Cathy to her feet and 
brought her over to a open expanse of carpet. Whispers 
were exchanged that I couldn't pick up. When I opened 
my eyes a minute or so later when I heard a muffled cry 
from Cathy. 

"Go slow," she said, "you're awfully big!" 

I sat up to see Cathy laying on the floor with her legs 
spread and knees raised. Jack was between her legs 
attempting to enter her. 

"Okay, yes," she said. "You're in me, but go slow." 

Jack slowly pressed forward, and Cathy's breath came 
out in a long hiss as he drove his cock into her cunt. 

"Oh my God!" she chanted, her head turning from side to 
side, until he was buried to the hilt. 

"That's it," he said, his voice hoarse. "I'm in all the 
way." 

"Oh, God," she said, "I've never felt this full before, 
not with Chris, or anybody." 

I was surprised by the "or anybody", thinking Cathy was 
a virgin before meeting Chris. I stored this admission 
away for later use. 

Jack raised himself up on his arms above her. From my 
vantage point, I could see his ass cheeks clench as he 
held his cock deep inside her. As I wondered what it 
must feel like to Jack to have his cock in her cunt, I 
felt my own cock begin to recover from the tremendous 
orgasm of just a few minutes before. 

Cathy's low moan as he pulled his cock out caused my 
cock to begin to harden. 

"Ohhhhhhhh," she intoned as he drove slowly back 
inside. The pictures I had seen of Cathy getting fucked 
by Chris didn't come close to recording the eroticism 
of my sister. Her face was flushed with desire and she 
moaned her pleasure with every stroke. At this moment, 
I found myself thinking better of Chris. 

"Who could blame him for doing anything to get the 
opportunity to fuck this girl?" I thought to myself. 
Then I remembered the drugs and pushed any forgiving 
thoughts out of my mind. 

"Faster now," cried Cathy, and Jack increased the 
tempo. This brought louder groans from her and I could 
see her push her hips up to meet him on every inward 
stroke. 

"Oh, God, that's so good... I'm so close," she cried, 
then, "Fuck me, damn it! Harder... fuck your sister!" 

Moments later she cried out in orgasm, trashing her 
head from side to side as brother Jack drove his cock 
as fast as he could into her churning cunt. I barely 
heard Jack's exclamation over the din of Cathy's cries 
and the wet slapping of their union. One look at Jack's 
face confirmed the obvious, that he was cumming as 
well. When they finally finished, and Jack lowered 
himself on top of Cathy, and rolled the two of them on 
their sides, the silence was eerie. 

Witnessing this scene resulted in a raging hard on for 
me. I forced myself to relax and told myself that I 
needed to be patient to give Cathy what time she needed 
to recover. I was surprised when, just a minute later, 
Cathy extracted herself from Jack and rose. She walked 
over to where I was sitting with a smile on her face 
that was sexy and embarrassed at the same time. 

"Do you want me now, Jake, or should I clean up first," 
she asked. I watched as her fingers went to her cunt 
and came away covered with a mixture of her and Jack's 
cum. I remembered that she had swallowed my cum and, 
without thinking, reached out to hold her wrist and 
bring her fingers into my mouth. Looking up into her 
eyes, I sucked her fingers clean. It didn't taste bad 
at all. 

"There's more where that came from," she said, 
spreading her legs and inching forward until her shins 
were pressed up against the sofa, on either side of my 
legs. I realized what she wanted and slid myself off 
the sofa and between her legs until I was sitting on 
the carpet, my eyes even with the pink flesh of her 
well-fucked pussy. She scooted her feet farther apart 
to bring her sex even with my mouth and pressed herself 
against me. 

I licked and sucked at her pussy and drank the copious 
juices. My tongue found the hard nub of her clit and 
flicked over it until it was fully erect. My hands came 
up and gripped her ass while I drove my tongue as 
deeply as I could into her hole and Cathy ground her 
hips into me. After several minutes, Cathy pulled away. 
I looked up to see her chest heaving and her eyes 
flashing desire. 

"I want to fuck you now, brother. Slide down so I can 
get on top." 

I did as she suggested and she straddled me and reached 
back to find my cock. The feeling of her fingers on my 
rod was delicious, and the wetness of her sex as she 
pressed me inside. But nothing I'd ever felt or 
imagined prepared me for the vice-like feeling of her 
pussy as she lowered herself down my shaft. It took her 
less time than with Jack for her to become used to my 
cock, and soon she was riding me up and down. Her 
breasts swayed as she moved and I reached up to hold 
the firm melons. Her erect nipples pressed into my palm 
as I squeezed her tits. 

Her lips were slightly parted and her face flushed as 
she gazed down at me and rocked back and forth on my 
rod. I wanted desperately to kiss her when I saw her 
take her full lower lip between her teeth. 

"Kiss me," I whispered and released my hold on her 
breasts and held instead on her two erect nipples, 
pulling her toward me. She continued to ride up and 
down as she shifted forward and lowered her head to 
mine. When her lips parted over mine and our tongues 
intertwined.

I began slapping my hips up into her, taking the 
initiative that was difficult for her in this position. 
She came moments later, crying out into my mouth, and 
the feeling of her cunt spasming around my cock sent me 
over the edge. Despite having cum a half-hour earlier, 
there seemed to be no end to my orgasm as jet after jet 
of cum blasted into her churning snatch. 

                       - o - 
 
Jack and I helped an exhausted Cathy into the shower 
and then went back downstairs to clean up. We opened 
the drapes and all the downstairs windows to air out 
the place. Our dad wouldn't be home for several hours 
but the room reeked of sex. There was a big stain on 
one of the sofa cushions, where Cathy had spat out 
Jack's cum and it had leaked down into a pool. 

Luckily for us, we could remove the covering and wash 
it, which we did. Paranoid that some sign would remain 
that our policeman father would see and deduce its 
cause, we cleaned the living room thoroughly. 

It was after eleven when we concluded that everything 
looked normal and when upstairs to bed. When we got to 
the top of the stairs Cathy opened her door and stepped 
into the hall, dressed in her nightgown. She crossed 
her arms and stared at us. Her hair was still a bit 
damp from her shower, and she smelled fresh and clean. 

"That was pretty low, blackmailing me with those 
pictures," she said. 

"Yes, we know," said Jack. 

"But you're right about Chris. He's no good." 

We nodded. She didn't say anything for a minute and I 
found myself shifting my weight from one foot to the 
other, embarrassed and unsure about how to relate to my 
sister now that I'd fucked her. 

"Before you guys go to bed, take a shower so you don't 
smell like sex", she said at last. 

"Okay," I said. 

"Yeah, sure," said Jack. 

She turned to go back into her room but changed her 
mind. She walked up to me and kissed me firmly on the 
lips, then did the same to Jack. 

"The sex was great," she said. "You guys should know 
I'll want more. But my room needs to be off limits." 
She waited until we both nodded then she disappeared 
back into her room and closed the door. 


Chapter Two: "Anticipation" 

My dad's schedule over the rest of the week made a 
repeat of sex impossible. Friday morning, however, I 
woke to find Cathy sitting on the edge of my bed. She 
had that early morning rumpled look and smelled like 
sleep.

"Morning," she said.

"Hmmm," I said, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "What 
time is it?"

"Six," she said. "Dad's just left for the early shift."

I was about to complain about the early hour when I 
caught myself and saw the gleam in her eyes and the 
smile on her face. My cock immediately sprang to life. 
She combed her fingers through my hair and smiled down 
at me.

"I've got to wake your brother," she said. "Get naked."

Cathy proceeded to suck me off while Jack fucked her 
from the rear. After both of us had cum, Jack showered 
and left for an early morning drivers training class. I 
fucked Cathy after my cock recovered and she came 
twice. I was once again amazed at how sexual my sister 
was---at how much she enjoyed sex.

                        - o -

After showering and dressing, Cathy and I ate breakfast 
together.

"Tell me something," I said. "Who had you before 
Chris?"

"I shouldn't tell you," she said.

"Tell me," I insisted. I went on to assure her that I'd 
never tell a soul.

"Frank... was the first," she said after a delay, 
referring to a neighborhood guy who was a year older 
than Cathy. I remembered that he had a crush on Cathy 
and was always around her before his family moved away 
a year ago.

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked.

"I guess so... he was real sweet but he couldn't last 
very long enough when he was, ah, inside me... to bring 
me off. Afterwards, he'd use his fingers and that was 
good..."

"Then who?"

"I can't tell you," she said.

She confessed only after I repeated my assurance her 
that I would keep her secret.

"Uncle Bob," she said finally, then glanced up to see 
my reaction.

"What?" I said in disbelief. Our Uncle Bob was my 
father's younger brother. He and Aunt Sallie lived on a 
farm in upstate New York.

"Last summer," she said. "Remember when you and Jack 
were away at camp. I went up to spend two weeks with 
Sallie and Bob. Sallie left the second week when her 
mother became ill."

"And Uncle Bob seduced you?" I said angrily. It didn't 
take long for my hypocrisy to register with me. After 
all, I had just finished fucking my sister.

"Oh, heavens no. It was I who seduced him."

She went on to explain that she'd been disappointed 
with Frank but still very interested in sex. She 
believed that maybe an older man, perhaps a college 
guy, would have more control and would be able to teach 
her more about sex. When Aunt Sallie had left 
unexpectedly, it occurred to her that Uncle Bob might 
be perfect. She seduced him easily enough and they 
spent the fucking their brains out.

"He taught me lots of stuff," concluded Cathy, her eyes 
beaming.

"Like what?" I asked.

She blushed and, after glancing at her watch, got up 
from the breakfast table and announced she had to go to 
school. I grabbed my stuff and caught up with her half 
way to school.

"How about you teach Jack and I about... whatever Uncle 
Bob... um, did with you."

Cathy blushed again and was silent for the rest of our 
walk.

"I'll think about it," was her final words.

                    - o -

She must have thought about it and decided to do it. 
There was a note on my bed that same afternoon, which 
read:

   J/J -

   Lesson number one---Anticipation---will be this 
   Friday night when dad has his bowling league. Dress
   in slacks and a nice shirt. We will prepare dinner 
   together. Be in the living room at 7:00.

   C.

Jack and I were waiting in the living room when Cathy 
came down the stairs. I couldn't believe how gorgeous 
she looked. She was wearing a simple but elegant black 
silk dress that showed a bit of cleavage and draped 
nicely off her breasts and hips and ended at mid-thigh. 
Two thin straps held it up in front and crossed behind 
her neck. Most of her back was exposed. As she walked 
into the room and twirled around, it was obvious that 
she was not wearing a bra. Her nipples stood out and 
tented the fabric slightly.

She was wearing red lipstick and her thick blond hair 
was swept up on her head. Gold and pearl earrings hung 
from her ears and matched the strand of pearls around 
her slender neck. Black stockings and black heels 
completed the outfit.

I had risen when she came into the room, and my mouth 
had been open in dumb appreciation every since. She 
walked over to me and leaned in and kissed me softly. I 
smelled her perfume and felt her breasts press up 
against my chest. My hand wondered down her back and 
over her ass, and discovered that she was not wearing 
panties but was wearing what I'd later learn was a 
garter belt to hold up her stockings.

"Good of you to come," she said when she broke this 
kiss. She went over to Jack and kissed him as well, 
then took a seat and crossed her legs.

"Tonight is about anticipation," Cathy began. "You will 
have an opportunity to have sex with the girl you see 
in front of you later this evening. You know with 
absolute certainty that she wants to have sex with you 
as much as you do... she'll take your cock into her 
mouth, if that's what you wish, and let you fuck her 
pussy. But that's later. First, you will help her 
prepare a nice candlelit dinner. Then you'll eat and 
talk and maybe dance later. All the time between now 
and... later... you and she will be anticipating the 
sex. You may want to talk about it with her, every once 
in awhile, how much you want her, how you want to take 
her. The anticipation will build. You may want to touch 
her, briefly, occasionally, and compliment her on her 
body. You may want to kiss her. Do you understand?"

I didn't trust my voice so I nodded. Cathy got up and 
came over and put her arm around me. Just the smell of 
her had my head spinning.

"Could you go start the grill, lover?"

I cleared my throat and managed to say, "Sure."

Her hand dropped to my ass and she caressed me briefly 
before patting me there and strolling over to Jack. I 
left and went out to the patio to load briquettes into 
the grill and get them started. That done, I returned 
to the house and found Jack and Cathy in the kitchen. 
Cathy was sipping a glass of wine while Jack was 
rinsing three large baking potatoes.

Cathy turned to me and said, "Do you like me made up 
this way, with the lipstick and eye liner?"

I thought she looked incredible and realized that the 
lipstick brought my attention to her full lips and got 
me thinking about a blow job. My cock twitched as the 
thought occurred to me. Then I remembered her 
instructions for the evening.

"I think you look like a million dollars," I said. "And 
the lipstick is great... it makes me think about having 
your lips wrapped around my cock."

She smiled at that, the said, "I've noticed that you 
like to watch me when I take your cock into my mouth 
and suck you. Some men just close their eyes and enjoy 
the feeling. Why do you like to watch?"

Talking about this was making me hard. I thought about 
her question for a minute and responded, "I guess 
because the act of you taking my cock into your mouth 
seems so nasty to me, so sexy I guess. I just like 
seeing your lips stretched wide around me... I can see 
your cheeks pull inward when you suck... and I can see 
in your eyes that you enjoy doing it."

Cathy kissed me hard and long before asking me to set 
the table.

When I returned Cathy was at the kitchen sink washing 
vegetables for the salad. Jack moved up behind her and 
kissed her neck, then her shoulders, before pressing 
his front into her ass.

"Hmmmm," said Cathy. Then, "Do you like my ass Jack, or 
is it too big?"

Jack pulled back and reached down to hike her dress up 
to her waist. Her ass was now exposed to both of us, 
the round white flesh of her twin globes was nicely 
framed by the black garters.

"I think it's perfect," he said, running his hands over 
the white globes. Then he moved up next to her and 
pressed his front into her bare ass.

"Can you feel my cock through my pants?"

"Oh, yes," she responded, then added coyly, "Have I 
made you that hard?"

"Yes," he said, "I want to pull it out and fuck you 
right now, here."

"I know you would, and I'd like that."

She pressed her ass back against him, then turned to 
look at him over her shoulder, and said, "Is that your 
favorite way to fuck me, lover? From the rear?"

Jack kissed her neck and shoulder and responded, "Don't 
know... I guess I like both ways. That is, both of the 
ways we've done it."

"I enjoy it that way, from the rear. It seems nasty to 
be fucked like a animal. Tell me something, Jack. When 
you fucked me yesterday, from the rear while I was 
sucking Jake... did you think about taking my ass?"

"What?" said Jack.

"Y'know... anal intercourse... hmmmm?"

"Um, no," said Jack.

Cathy had pushed her ass into Jack and that gave her 
enough room to turn around, which she did. She kissed 
Jack quickly before saying it was time to put the 
steaks on.

With the candles lit and Jack and I on either side of 
our beautiful, sexy sister, we enjoyed the meal 
immensely. Cathy led us in a conversation about girls 
at school that we'd like to get in bed, and offered us 
advice on how to make it happen. Jack and I had agreed 
on two girls who we thought would be terrific. Rachel 
was easy to pick. She was a cute blond with an outgoing 
personality and a nice body. Wendy was also an easy 
pick with her long brown hair, hazel eyes, medium-sized 
breasts and long, shapely legs.

I think I surprised Jack with my third choice, Sophie. 
She was a big red-headed girl who he always assumed was 
overweight. She also wore glasses. But she was my 
partner for a science project, and I told Cathy and 
Jack that I couldn't figure out why she wore those 
baggy sweatshirts and tees or why she didn't get 
contact lenses. I was positive that her body was 
terrific and her green eyes are stunning.

"Well, Jake" said Cathy, "let's make Sophie our goal 
for you. I remember the girl vaguely. It's not uncommon 
for tall girls who might be a few pounds overweight, or 
who see themselves that way, to be uncomfortable about 
their looks."

Cathy and I schemed about how and when he should ask 
Sophie out. They concluded on a plan, then Cathy added 
this---

"You should be confident but not cocky. You're very 
good looking. She'll agree to go out with you, I'm 
certain. Think of it like tonight, Jake. You too, Jack. 
You know you're going to fuck me before the night's 
over. That knowledge has freed you, all of us, from the 
games of trying to get a lover into bed. We can talk 
and touch and build the excitement without deception or 
worry or whatever. You should approach Sophie the same 
way, relaxed, confident. Tell her you think she's a 
super girl and very pretty."

Come Monday, I'd do as Cathy suggested.

"Okay, Miss Matchmaker," said Jack. "How about me. 
Neither Rachel and Wendy are uncomfortable with their 
looks---they're gorgeous and they know it. They date 
older guys as well as the best looking Sophomores. 
What's my plan?"

"Go after Wendy," said Cathy. "I know her. She's really 
quite nice, and the guys she's been dating are losers. 
Ask her out. Be confident."

                        - o -	

Having lost a coin toss, I cleared the table and did up 
the dishes while Cathy and Jack played music and slow 
danced in the living room. I peaked in a few minutes 
later and saw the two of them swaying gently to the 
music. Jack's hands were under Cathy's dress in the 
back, holding onto her bare ass.

I left them alone and finished the dishes and cleaned 
and covered the grill. When I returned the living room 
was empty. I crept up to the top of the stairs and 
listened at Cathy's door and heard muffled sounds of 
two people enjoying sex. Rhythmic slapping sounds, 
moans and the occasional cry filtered through the door. 
My cock sprang to attention as I anticipated my turn 
with my sexy sister.

I went back downstairs and hung around in the living 
room listening to music. I was surprised when I found 
my thoughts centering not on Cathy, who I was destined 
to fuck in just a few minutes, but on Sophie. I found 
myself wondering what her body was really like, and 
rehearsing what I might say to her to get her to go out 
with me. I finally decided to be direct and confident 
just as Cathy had suggested.

                         - o -

"Hey, Bro," said Jake, interrupting my musings. He was 
at the foot of the stairs wearing a bathrobe. His hair 
was wet from a recent shower.

"She's ready for you," he said. "I'm gonna hit the 
sack. See you tomorrow."

After turning off the music I went up the stairs to 
Cathy's room. I knocked softly on her door before 
entering. Cathy was standing next to her bed dressed as 
she had been that evening, one arm up on a post of her 
four poster bed, the other on her hip. I closed the 
door and approached. She must have redone her hair and 
make-up after her bout with Jake because they were 
perfect. Her full lips were curved into a sexy smile 
and her big blue eyes were alive with sexual energy.

All thoughts of Sophie vanished as I took her in my 
arms and kissed her long and deep, my hands sliding 
down over her firm round ass. Cathy began unbuttoning 
my shirt while my hands hiked her dress and caressed 
her bare ass. With my arms wrapped around her, there 
was no way for her to remove my shirt so I let go and 
backed up a step to yank my shirt off. Cathy followed 
me and dropped to her knees to work on undoing my belt 
and pants. I helped a little by kicking off my loafers 
but it was mostly the work of my elegantly dressed 
sister who stripped me bare.

She attacked my erect cock with her mouth, taking me 
deep and sucking furiously on the shaft. Knowing that 
Cathy just finished fucking Jack, I was surprised at 
the intensity with which she sucked my cock. Looking 
down, I could see her red lips wrapped around my shaft 
as she rocked back and forth. Just below this erotic 
sight, down the front of her gown, I could see her firm 
breasts and the erect nipples. 

Her warm, wet mouth felt incredible on my cock, and she 
quickly brought me close to an orgasm by sucking hard 
on the head. When I did cum, and cried out, she took 
the first two spurts with her lips wrapped tight around 
my cock. Then she opened her mouth, keeping it just 
between her lips, and jacked my cock back and forth as 
I shot load after load into her mouth. When I had 
finished she licked the last drops of cum from my cock 
and rose, showing her cum-filled mouth before 
swallowing.

"Mmmmm," she said, smiling. "I'm really developing a 
taste for that."

She reached up and pulled the thin straps of her black 
dress off her shoulder, paused for a second, then let 
the dress fall off her body into a heap on the floor.

"Could you return the favor, Jack," she said as she 
stepped out of the dress and backed onto the bed. She 
settled back and spread her knees and ran her fingers 
through the blond hair at her cunt before spreading the 
lips of her sex. I hopped on the bed and began eating 
her, flicking my tongue over her clit. It didn't take 
long for Cathy to cum, and when she did she pulled my 
head against her hard.

After she had come down from her orgasm she asked me to 
continue. This time, she placed a pillow under her ass 
and directed me to wet my index finger in her juicy 
cunt and insert it into her anus. I slowly fucked my 
finger back and forth in her ass while I licked and 
sucked her pussy. I brought her close several times 
only to stop, teasing her, before continuing. After ten 
minutes of this I finally let her cum and it was the 
most powerful orgasm I'd yet seen.

By this point, my cock was hard and I was ready for a 
good fuck. Climbing up between her splayed legs, I 
drove my cock inside her steaming cunt in one lunge. 
Cathy cried out as my cock bottomed out against her 
cervix. I covered her mouth with mine and began fucking 
her with long steady strokes. Having cum twenty minutes 
earlier, I felt totally in control and could enjoy the 
feeling of her tight, wet cunt as I fucked away. 
Cathy's third orgasm followed after about five minutes 
of steady pounding, and I slowed and then stopped, my 
cock resting deep inside her cunt.

"So what's our next lesson?" I whispering into her ear 
after she had come down from her orgasm and her 
breathing returned to normal.

"Mmmm," she murmured.

I lifted my head off her shoulder and looked into her 
face. She seemed slightly embarrassed, but then it 
passed.

"Anal sex," she said and smiled at the surprise on my 
face. My cock jerked anew in her juicy pussy, and she 
laughed softly.

"Your friend seems to like the idea."

"Uncle Bob fucked you there?" I blurted out, excited by 
the thought but not quite believing it was possible.

"Oh, yes, several times", said Cathy. "I was surprised, 
too, that I could take his cock there, and enjoy it. 
You and Jake are bigger than Uncle Bob, but..."

Cathy looked at me, smiled, then kissed me deeply.

"You're gonna think I'm a slut or something," she said 
after she broke off the kiss. "But I promised to teach 
you all that Uncle Bob taught me about sex. He told me, 
before we even started on anything kinky, that he'd let 
me decide what I liked, after I experienced it. Well, I 
really liked having Bob's cock up my ass. Especially 
when..."

"What?"

"Mmmm... no, that's a later lesson."

"C'mon, Cathy, tell me. Tonight's lesson was 
anticipation. I want to anticipate what's coming next, 
and after that. And I'm dying to know what Uncle Bob 
did or said to get you to do all this stuff..."

"Aha," she said, "you just what to know how to get 
Sophie to spread her legs for you."

"Well... I guess that's part of it."

"You'll have to learn that as you go. You have to 
remember that I was the instigator with Uncle Bob. I 
had decided, on my own, that I wanted to learn more 
about sex and I lucked out in that he was a great 
teacher, and..."

Cathy stopped her recital and asked me to pull out and 
let her up. When I had done as she asked, she flipped 
over onto her stomach. After pulling her knees up and 
out a bit, her gorgeous ass was slightly elevated off 
the bed.

"Come back inside me now," she said.

I slid up behind her angled my cock toward her cunt. It 
took a moment before I had it right and felt my cock 
slide back into her steaming wetness. She murmured as I 
pushed in to the hilt. I settled myself on her back and 
smelled the lovely scent of her blond hair.

"Uhg... Hold yourself up on your elbows so that all 
your weight isn't on me... yes, that's great."

Cathy moved her hands up and grabbed hold of slats in 
the headboard. 

"You asked me what future lessons would be about. We 
will do this for real in a couple of lessons, but for 
now pretend that you've bound my hands to the headboard 
and that I can't stop you from doing what you will to 
me. You've already fucked me once, in the pussy. Now 
you've forced your cock up my ass and it's the tightest 
fit you can imagine. You're dominating me, taking me 
any way you want and tonight you're rough and hard."

"Oh, Jesus," I blurted out, feeling the juicy tightness 
of her pussy and imagining that I was actually butt-
fucking my sister. The feeling of her round cheeks 
pressing up against my lower belly made it easy to 
pretend. I used one hand to gather her hair to one side 
so I could watch her. 

"Oh, you're so big in my ass," she said, "be gentle 
with your slut."

My cock throbbed in her pussy and I began fucking her 
in slow steady strokes. I lowered my head and gently 
bit the soft flesh at her shoulder and neck. I began 
picking up the pace, slapping my hips into her ass with 
each forward stroke. Cathy began struggling against her 
make-believe bonds, crying out each time I came 
forward.

"Oh... Oh... too hard... in my... ass... Oh... Oh..."

I began slamming my cock into her as fast as I could 
and we both came after a few minutes of frantic fucking 
and her repeated cries for mercy. 


Chapter Three - "Back Door Men" 

I got to school early on Monday, hoping to talk to 
Sophie and ask her out. I hung out directly across from 
Sophie's locker and waited as the halls began to fill 
with kids. As the time approached for the morning bell, 
Sophie came hustling in with a girlfriend to her 
locker. I had almost decided to wait until I could get 
her alone when she saw me watching her and smiled at 
me.

"Hi, Sophie," I said after walking over. I nodded hello 
to her friend, who's name I couldn't remember.

"Hiya," said Sophie, her green eyes telling me she was 
happy to see me. "How's my clumsy lab partner holding 
up?"

I laughed, remembering the time I had knocked over a 
beaker of stuff in the middle of a lab experiment. We 
had had to start over.

"Is there any chance I can chat with you for a few 
minutes today," I asked.

"Sure... now?" she said, and the three of us began 
walking toward our classrooms.

"Nooo, later. I'm going to ask you out and I couldn't 
handle a rejection in front of another person."

"Yeah, right," said Sophie's friend, with a note of 
sarcasm. I got the clear impression that Sophie had 
discussed her interest in me with her friend. This 
impression was reinforced when I looked over at Sophie 
and saw a slight blush cross her face. I reached my 
hand out and held hers just long enough to give it a 
squeeze.

"Later, then," I said.

"Yeah... bye," she answered, the blush deepening 
somewhat.

After school was out, I caught up with Sophie at her 
locker. She quickly said good bye to the same friend 
she was with in the morning, zipped up her backpack and 
approached me. Her lovely face was bright with 
expectation and pleasure.

On an impulse, I held out my hand and she accepted it 
in hers. We walked out the side door and across a treed 
field next to the school. We strolled in a comfortable 
silence, her cool hand in mind felt like the most 
natural thing in the world. But it also felt intimate, 
this benign embrace, and I found myself thinking of 
Cathy's lesson about anticipation. 

Here I was walking with this girl, her large round 
breasts evident despite the loose sweater she wore and 
her shapely ass filling out an otherwise pedestrian 
pair of levis, and all I cared about was how good her 
hand felt in mine. It surprised me how intimate and, 
well, sexy it felt, despite my recent experiences of 
fucking and sucking with Cathy.

"Penny for your thoughts?" said Sophie as we approached 
a large shade tree.

I dropped by backpack and turned to face Sophie. It was 
my turn to blush as my mind raced to find something to 
say other than my incestuous relationship with my 
sister. But as I looked into her lovely, open face, I 
decided that I'd be as open as possible. 

"To be perfectly honest, and, please, don't take this 
the wrong way... I was thinking about sex. About how we 
all, or at least all of us 16-year old males, believe 
that nothing on this earth is more important or urgent 
than having sex. But walking with you, and holding your 
hand, feels so terrific, Sophie."

A blush came and went across her features, then her 
face took on a serious expression and I thought I'd 
screwed up royally.

"I've never had sex, Jack... Jesus, I can't believe I 
said that, or that we're talking about this!"

"Do you want a refund of your penny?"

She laughed and dropped her knapsack on the ground and 
reached out for my other hand.

"Nope. I asked what you were thinking and you told me. 
Why now, Jack" she continued after a brief pause, "why 
are you all the sudden interested in me?"

"Oh, that," I said, smiling. "My sister, Cathy, asked 
me the other day why I wasn't dating someone now that I 
had my drivers license. That got me to thinking about 
girls that I liked and I thought of you."

"Why me rather than the prettier girls like Wendy or 
Rachel or Sallie," she asked, and then quickly added, 
"That was a stupid thing to say, you don't have to 
answer that..."

"But I will. Wendy and Rachel might be as pretty as 
you, to some other guy. But not to me. I think you're 
fantastic."

She blushed again, then added, "Well, thanks... I like 
you, too. A lot."

As I looked into her face, I had a sudden impulse to 
kiss her. I disengaged one of my hands and brought it 
up to move her red hair off her face and ran the backs 
of my fingers down across her cheek and jaw line. We 
moved together and I slowly lowered my face to hers and 
kissed her softly on the lips. A second kiss followed 
as the fingers of my free hand slid through her thick 
red hair and to the back of her head. Her body pressed 
against mine as the kiss lengthened and our mouths 
opened.

"Jesus," she cried as we broke.

One look into her face told me that our kiss effected 
her as much as me. Her face was flushed, her breathing 
a little ragged and her eyes looked a bit wild.

"I'm moving too fast," I said, surprised that my voice 
sounding almost normal.

"Yeah... I guess," she responded, then added, "but that 
was nice."

"Uh huh," I said. We were still standing pressed up 
against each other, our faces inches away from one 
another. She made no effort to back away, and I could 
feel her breasts pressed up against my chest and my 
stiffening cock against her crotch.

"Soooo, Miss Sophie, ma'am, were should we go for our 
first date?"

"Someplace less public," she blurted out and then 
giggled, looking around to see if anybody was noticing 
our embrace. We had been oblivious to anything but each 
other, and now saw that several groups of kids were 
looking over and watching us. I cleared my throat, 
chuckled and let go of Sophie.

We agreed to meet the following Saturday night.

                        - o -

Thursday afternoon, on my way home from a friend's 
house, I noticed my dad's car approaching. I waved and 
he pulled over. He explained that he had pulled the 
double shift and wouldn't be home until after midnight.

"Cathy will heat something up for dinner," he 
explained. "Be good."

When I arrived home I let myself in, quietly. Listening 
in the foyer, I heard a soft rhythmic slapping sound 
from the kitchen. Following the sound I came across 
Jack and Cathy in the kitchen. Jack's pants and 
underwear were bunched at his ankles. He was standing 
behind Cathy, who was in front of the kitchen sink, 
fucking his cock into her from behind. Cathy was fully 
dressed accept for her panties which dangled from one 
ankle. Her skirt was bunched around her waist. They 
were complete absorbed in their passions and hadn't 
noticed me enter.

"Good thing I'm not dad," I said, and both of them 
jumped out of their skins.

"Christ!" yelled Jack, as he pulled out of Cathy. I 
could see that the surprise of my voice was causing him 
to quickly lose his erection. His cock, slick from 
Cathy's juices, was beginning to droop.

"You jerk!" muttered Cathy.

I smiled and said, "Need I remind you of the 
implications of dad finding out about this, or some 
neighbor? If you guys want to fuck like rabbits, lock 
the front door and do it upstairs, behind another 
locked door."

They both looked sheepish, and I said, "Why don't you 
go upstairs. I'll start dinner."

They glanced at each other, grinned, then left. They 
came down forty minutes later, freshly showered and 
looking quite pleased with themselves. Over dinner I 
shared some of my conversation with Sophie, and 
announced that we were going out on Saturday.

"Cath, can I borrow your car?"

"I don't know," she replied, "at the rate you're going, 
I'll go out Sunday morning and find sticky fuck-juices 
all over the back seat!"

Jack chuckled at that and I could feel my cheeks 
flushing.

Cathy noticed my discomfort and said, "Sorry, Jake. But 
it does seem like you are right on track. And I 
couldn't help but notice that you didn't join Jack and 
I before dinner. Are you so smitten with Sophie that 
you don't want to fuck me anymore?"

She said this jokingly but it held some truth. For some 
reason it hadn't occurred to me to follow them upstairs 
and take a turn fucking Cathy.

"That would be too bad," continued my sister. "I'm 
getting used to having two good hard cock around 
whenever I want it. I'm not sure I want to share you 
with that red-haired hussy."

Cathy laughed and I joined her.

"Well," I began after we quieted down, "if you're up 
for it after dinner, I'd be happy to show you one good 
hard cock."

"Two," chimed in Jack.

"Come to think of it," I said, "Dad's pulled the double 
shift tonight. He's likely to be tired tomorrow and 
blow off his bowling night. In which case, we'd have to 
reschedule our second 'lesson' to next week. My vote is 
we do it tonight. What do you say, teach?"

Cathy face took on a thoughtful look that I recognized 
as pure show. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement, 
and her eyes were bright.

"Well... I suppose I could. Why don't you give me a 
half-hour and then join me in my room?"

                      - o -

Jack and I cleaned up the dinner dishes and then 
listened to some music while we waited. Jack wondered 
out loud what the subject of tonight's lesson was going 
to be. From my conversation with Cathy the previous 
week, I knew that we were going to be introduced to 
anal sex.

"We'll see," was my non-committal response. Just the 
thought of fucking my sister's ass was enough to drive 
all thoughts of Sophie from my mind, and to make my 
cock uncomfortably large in my pants.

Jack and I headed upstairs after a half-hour had 
passed, and knocked softly on Cathy's door. At her 
bidding we entered and found Cathy dressed in a skimpy 
negligee, sitting cross-legged at the top of her bed. 
She told us to undress, which we did, and then to sit 
at the opposite end of the bed. Jack and I, our cocks 
semi-hard, sat with our backs against the foot board, 
facing Cathy.

"Tonight's lesson is anal sex," she began, and I stole 
a glance at Jack and saw his surprise. "We need to go 
over some things before-hand. First, it is not a 
natural thing to have a cock or anything that large 
pushing *into* one's ass. That passage is designed for 
pushing things out. You have to be---we have to be---
extremely careful. I'll want to fuck Jake first, the 
normal way, to get me relaxed."

"Then we will use this anal dildo" she continued, 
holding up a thin white tapered shaft that widened at 
the base, "and K-Y jelly, to lubricate and relax my 
ass. Jack will fuck my ass after I'm ready, and will 
need to first lubricate his cock. This is important, 
*I* will be in charge of the penetration. You guys are 
much bigger than Uncle Bob, and may not be able to 
handle it. Is that understood?"

"Yes," I answered.

"Uncle Bob fucked you in the ass?" asked Jack, 
incredulous.

"Uh huh," answered Cathy.

"Did you... did you like it?"

"Oh, yes!" said Cathy. "He probably took me that way a 
half-dozen times during the week after Aunt Sallie 
left. I really loved it."

"Jesus," said Jack.

"But here's an important point. Only a tiny percentage 
of girls will do this with you. Most wouldn't even 
think of doing it---to them it's unnatural, dirty, 
naughty and they would expect it to be very painful. 
Those who try it... well, I imagine that many don't try 
it a second time because the jerk that introduced them 
to it rushed things."

Cathy turned to me and continued, "With Sophie, for 
example. If you force this on her I'll kill you. If you 
talk her into trying it, do it when you have enough 
time to do it right, to get her ready. And make sure 
she enjoys it."

Given that I'd only just kissed Sophie, I had a hard 
time believing that I'd be fucking her in the ass 
anytime soon. But I nodded.

"Now, Jake, I want you to fuck me."

I climbed on the bed and was buried in her wet cunt 
within a few seconds. Knowing that I was going to butt-
fuck her later had me very excited. It took a 
superhuman effort to hold back my orgasm long enough 
for Cathy to cum, then I exploded inside her pulsating 
cunt.

After cleaning herself up, Cathy got on the bed and 
positioned herself on all fours, and asked Jack to lube 
her ass, using his finger. Jack put a dollop of K-Y 
jelly on the tip of his finger and asked me to help. I 
pulled Cathy's firm ass cheeks apart and he applied the 
jelly to her pinkish-brown rosette, rubbing his finger 
in small circles before pushing in slowly inside. He 
withdrew his finger and applied more jelly before 
inserting it again, and this time he pushed it all the 
way in.

"That's nice," said Cathy. "Now fuck me with your 
finger, slowly at first, then faster."

Jack did as she requested, speeding up every time she 
told him to, until she told him to stop. Cathy then 
directed him to clean off his finger and use the anal 
vibrator. He was back in position in less than a 
minute, lubricating the tapered six-inch vibrator 
before inserting in slowly into her ass. The vibrator 
was about a quarter inch thick at the tip and widened 
to about an inch thick at the base. 

Following Cathy's directions, he pushed it in about 
three inches, then withdrew, then in a little deeper 
than before. After a few minutes he was fucking the 
tool all the way to the base, then out until just the 
tip was inside, then back.

"Jake," said Cathy, her voice thick with desire, 
"finger my clit while he fucks me."

I let go of her ass cheeks and they closed around the 
intruder. I reached under her and found her pussy 
dripping wet, her clit quite hard. I began rubbing her 
clit with two fingers, in a circular motion while Jack 
continued to fuck her ass with the vibrator.

"Turn it on, Jake, now," she said, and he flipped the 
switch and a muted buzzing sound could be heard above 
Cathy's ragged breathing.

"Faster," she said and Jake increased the tempo of his 
thrusts.

"Oh... Oh... Oh..." Cathy chanted for a minute and then 
cried out in orgasm, and it was the longest, most 
intense one I'd ever witnessed.

I held the vibrator in place, turned off but buried to 
the hilt in her ass, while Jack coated his cock with 
jelly. When he got in place behind Cathy I couldn't 
believe just a long, thick cock would ever fit inside 
her tight ass.

"I'm ready," said Cathy, "pull the vibrator out and put 
your cock up against me, tight."

I held Cathy's ass cheeks apart while Jack did as she 
asked. The greasy head of his cock looked impossibly 
large against her rosette.

"Push," said Cathy and Jack did, leaning forward as 
Cathy pushed herself back, groaning loudly as the head 
of Jack's cock stretched her opening and wormed it's 
way in.

"Stop, there," she cried. "Jesus, you're big!"

After a few seconds Cathy braced herself again and 
ordered Jack to push again. She pushed back and groaned 
again and an inch more of Jack's cock disappeared into 
her ass. After another pause she directed him to repeat 
the procedure.

"You're so tight, Cathy, I can't believe it," Jack said 
after the forth thrust. Only half of his cock was 
inside her, and I could see from his expression that he 
was having a hard time not cumming. Sure enough, after 
getting six inches in her ass, Jake groaned and came, 
depositing his load deep in her ass.

"Oh, yes, I can feel it," said Cathy. "Cum in my ass, 
Jack!"

Jack withdrew himself a minute later, and I was 
surprised to see Cathy's ass stay slightly open, as a 
mixture of Jack's cum and the lubricant leaked out. I 
quickly lubed my cock and got in position, holding 
Cathy's cheeks apart and placing my cock at her hole. I 
pushed in at her command, and my cock popped past her 
tight muscle and into the hot, tight cavern of her ass. 
Having cum already in her cunt, I was able to control 
myself and after five minutes, I was all the way inside 
her.

"Jesus!" cried Cathy. "I feel like I've been split in 
two!"

Her ass gripped my cock like a vice, and it took some 
time to withdraw it. Cathy directed me to go slow and 
let the natural muscular action help expel the 
intruder. The second time back in seemed to take nearly 
as long as the first, with Cathy groaning at each 
thrust. But after the forth time I noticed that it was 
much easier, and also that Cathy's groans were softer.

"Get under me, Jack, and lick my pussy" she said after 
the sixth time I corked her. This time I was able to 
drive my cock all the way in just one slow, steady 
push. Jack scrambled into position and began licking 
her while I fucked her ass in long, slow strokes. My 
head was spinning from the tightness of her ass on my 
cock, and from the eroticism of the forbidden act.

Cathy flipped her head to one side and looked back at 
me. Her eyes were bright with lust.

"Fuck my ass, brother," she said. "C'mon, fuck me!"

I didn't believe I could go any faster, but when I 
pushed forward, stronger this time, and Cathy pushed 
back, I slid all the way inside her bowels in less than 
a second.

"Ohhhhhhhh, Christ!" she cried as I drove in and 
bottomed out.

"I'm fucking your ass, slut!" I said and pulled out. 
"Here it comes!"

Cathy moaned as I fucked her, in and out of her tight 
back door, and I could feel my orgasm approach. When I 
did finally cum I heard Cathy cry out.

"Oh, yes... cum in my slut ass... I'm cumming 
tooooooo..."


Chapter Four - "Mistress then Slave" 

Sophie and I went out on the Saturday night after the 
anal sex lesson with Cathy. I picked Sophie up at her 
house and met her parents. Her mom was very excited 
about her daughter's first date, and would have taken a 
photograph of the two of us had not Sophie objected 
strenuously. Her dad had the opposite reaction. I could 
see in his eyes that he didn't trust me with his 
daughter. 

"That was dreadful," said Sophie after we got in the 
car. "Mom can be pretty dense at times. Sorry." 

"No problem," I said. "At least she was happy for you. 
Your dad, on the other hand, looked like he wanted to 
rip my head off my shoulders." 

Sophie giggled and said, "That's what father's do, 
worry about their daughters. And the way they do it is 
put the 'Fear of God' into boys that date them." 

"I guess I'll have to reconsider my plan to drive you 
someplace remote, rip your clothes off and have my way 
with you." 

Sophie laughed and said, "Probably not a good first-
date plan anyway." 

We had burgers and fries at a local diner. Sophie was 
wearing blue jeans that hugged her shapely ass and the 
idea of eventually fucking her there popped into my 
mind on several occasions as the evening wore on. On 
top she had decided against her usual baggy tee or 
sweatshirt and instead wore a silk blouse that did 
nothing to hide her very full breasts. The top two 
buttons were left undone and I had a nice view of her 
graceful neck and occasionally the beginning swell of 
her white breasts. 

We held hands throughout the evening and enjoyed a 
thrilling, lengthy, wet good night kiss, but we didn't 
break any new ground on that date or the next. Over the 
month following our first date we began spending time 
at each other's houses. Sophie was a big hit with my 
father and gradually Sophie's dad seemed to warm up to 
me. 

"He's still convinced that your sole goal is to get 
inside my pants," said Sophie, one afternoon as we hung 
out together in her backyard. "But he seems to be 
accepting the fact that I probably won't die a virgin. 
I think mom has been working on him." 

"That's good to hear," I said. Grinning at Sophie I 
added, "He's right about my goal, though. I've always 
wanted to wear those pink leggings of yours." 

That broke Sophie up, and when she finished laughing 
she added, "Well, that will make dad feel much better 
about you, knowing that you're a secret cross-dresser." 

"And that flowery robe that your mom wears---I'd kill 
to wear that." 

For some reason, this struck us both as hilarious and 
we couldn't stop laughing. Just one look at one another 
would send us into convulsions. It didn't help when 
Sophie's mom came out and asked what was so funny. She 
was wearing a yellow blouse and a pair of tan slacks. 
Knowing that Sophie was watching me, I overtly 
appraised her mom's outfit and raised my eyebrows in 
appreciation. This caused Sophie to break out in 
laughter again which effected me similarly. Her mom 
finally left, shaking her head but smiling. 

"Your mom is a good sport," I said when we had finally 
gotten a hold of ourselves. Her mom, Joan, was young, 
pretty and seemed genuinely interested in me and us. 

"Yes, she's terrific." 

"I'll always wonder what my life would be like if my 
mom hadn't passed away. You were saying that your mom 
has been working on your dad. Does she always take your 
side?" 

"Oh, heavens no," said Sophie. "My dad is usually an 
incredibly soft touch, and it's my mom who say's no." 

She paused a moment, flushed slightly and added, with 
her eyes lowered, "But my mom took me down to the 
doctor and signed to get me a prescription for the 
pill." 

My pulse accelerated at this news, and my mind raced to 
find a response. After rejecting several retorts I 
finally decided to be frank and honest. 

"If it isn't obvious to you, Sophie, I like you a lot. 
I may even love you, but I'm not sure what that means. 
And your dad is right that I'd like to make love to 
you. Do you think you're ready... err, do you think 
we're ready?" 

"Yes, I do." 

We held hands and sat quietly for a long time. 

"I don't want my first time to be in the back seat of 
your sister's car, or anything like that," she said 
finally. I looked over and saw a serious expression 
beneath a slight blush. 

"I don't either," I answered, smiling at her. "Let me 
give it some thought, okay?" 

At that moment her younger brother Ralph and a friend 
came running out of the house with a football and began 
tossing it around. Our conversation came to an end, and 
it was time for me to head home. 

                      - o - 

That night I discussed it with Cathy. Dad and Jake were 
at a basketball game at the University and Cathy and I 
were in her bed, lying together like spoons after a 
delicious fuck. 

"I think you should do it here," Cathy was saying. 
"Some night when dad's working or bowling. Jake and I 
can sleep over at friend's houses. I would be happy to 
volunteer my room, this bed, for you and Sophie." 

I had my head propped up and was looking down at 
Cathy's profile which was partially obscured by her 
disheveled blond hair. I used my free hand to move her 
hair out of the way and kissed her softly on the cheek. 

"Thanks, sis," I whispered in her ear. My free hand 
then slid down her side and over her hips, resting 
there. Cathy murmured softly and moved her top leg 
forward, bending the knee up and turning so she was 
half way between lying on her side and lying on her 
stomach. This separated us a bit and exposed her ass 
and my mostly soft cock nestled between her cheeks. 

I idly moved my hand down to caress her firm ass and 
then slid two fingers between the mounds, all the way 
forward until I felt the sloppy wetness around her 
shaved cunt. The absence of public hair got me thinking 
about the previous two sex lessons from Cathy. 

The lessons concerned dominance and submission. The 
first one, two weeks earlier, had Cathy as the dominant 
mistress and Jake and I as her slaves. By the end of 
that Friday evening, Cathy must have had eight or nine 
orgasms as Jake and I serviced her needs. My jaw ached 
from the many times she ordered me to eat her out. In 
addition to serving her sexual needs, she had Jake and 
I prepare and serve her dinner. She was dressed in a 
nice gown and we were nude, and she spanked us any time 
our erections drooped. 

Later, she had me give her a pedicure and paint her 
toenails while she relaxed and read a book. Jake was 
ordered to shave her pubic hair, and was punished with 
a spanking when he accidentally nicked her. Her last 
order before she dismissed us and drifted off to sleep 
had me under her, my mouth and tongue busy in her 
hairless cunt while Jake pumped her ass with her thin 
anal vibrator. She came twice before ordering us away. 

This evening, however, as I looked down at the feline 
body of my sister, dozing after a good fuck, and felt 
her firm ass flesh under my fingers, I wasn't thinking 
of the first lesson is d&s. 

The next week's lesson had the roles reversed. Jake and 
I were the masters and Cathy was our slave. Knowing 
this was coming, Jake and I planned out most of the 
evening's events. We started as soon as dad left for 
his bowling night. Jake announced that our slave was 
behaving badly and he ordered her to pull her pants 
down and lay across his lap. He spanked her bare bottom 
a dozen times, pausing only long enough to finger her 
cunt and determine that she'd become excited without 
her master's permission. This earned her a dozen more 
swats and her ass became hot and pink. 

She was ordered to strip and wear nothing but a small 
apron while she prepared our meal. Her cooking was 
interrupted twice, once by me as I ordered her to kneel 
before me and suck me off. While her talented month was 
busy at work, I called her every name in the book---
whore, slut, worthless cunt, etc.. When I came I pulled 
my erupting cock from her mouth and spraying my cum all 
over her face and hair. Then it was back to cooking for 
Cathy, wearing my cum. 

Ten minutes later, Jake went upstairs and reappeared 
with a tube of K-Y jelly. He ordered Cathy to prepare 
his cock and her ass for a butt-fuck. After she had 
coated his cock and her asshole, Jake ordered her to 
continue to prepare the meal. He finally took her ten 
minutes later, after abusing her verbally and 
occasionally swatting her ass with a rubber spatula. 

When he did drive his cock into her ass she was bent 
over the dinning room table, more than ready for it. 
She came before he did. After Jake withdrew his spent 
cock from her ass he ordered her to get a washcloth and 
clean him off. 

Cathy served us dinner and then was made to lie face up 
on the table as a centerpiece while we ate. Throughout 
the meal Jake and I talked about our slave and what we 
planned to use her after dinner. We made up some 
outlandish stuff, like putting a dog collar around her 
neck and leading her by the leash through the 
neighborhood. Cathy knew we were kidding around, but 
that didn't stop her from blushing when we suggested 
she carry a placard that said: 

Rent-a-Slut Specials! 
- My Mouth only $10 
- My Cunt only $20 
- My Ass only $25 

We touched and caressed her body while we ate and 
talked, using our fingers and various utensils. At one 
point, I slowly drew the dull edge of my knife from her 
forehead, over her nose and lips, chin and throat and 
down to her breasts and nipples, flicking the edge back 
and forth across the rock-hard nubs. Cathy moaned and 
Jake joined in, running the business end of his fork up 
along her foot and slowly up her leg. All the while we 
conversed about who in the neighborhood would take us 
up on the Rent-a-Slut deal, and how they'd want to take 
Cathy. 

I could tell from Cathy's breathing and the rapid pulse 
that she was getting very hot from the sensations and 
the talk. I rose off my chair to look between her legs 
and noticed that the tablecloth there was drenched, 
probably from a combination of her juices and Jake's 
cum leaking out of her ass. I decided to involve her in 
the conversation. 

"What do you think, slut? Would Mr. Whitley spring for 
a shot at you?" I was referring to the 50ish man from 
across the street. 

"Oh, yes," she replied, her voice husky. 

"You sound pretty certain slut. Me, I'm not too sure." 

"He's got the hots for me... I can tell by the way he 
looks at me." 

"How would he take you," I asked. 

Jake interrupted with, "At those prices, even Mr. 
Whitley would get it up three times." 

"I don't think so," said Cathy. "Twice would be his 
limit. He'd have me suck him until... he was good and 
hard, then he'd fuck my cunt. If he could get it up a 
second time... he'd want to fuck my ass. I'm pretty 
sure that tight-assed wife of his has never allowed him 
that treat. Oh, guys, that feels heavenly." 

Jake was teasing her cunt with his fork while I flicked 
her nipples with my knife. I got up and went to the 
kitchen to prepare dessert. I got a jar of chocolate 
sauce and microwaved it until it was tepid. I returned 
to the dinning room with the sauce and a can of whipped 
cream. I dribbled the sauce all over her body, then 
squirted whipped cream on top. 

By the time Jake and I had finished our dessert, Cathy 
had come twice from the actions of our mouths all over 
her body. We were all a complete mess at that point, as 
was the room. During Cathy's second orgasm, she had 
knocked a plate on to the floor and broken it. After 
all three of us had showered, Cathy cleaned up the 
dinning room and kitchen, then joined us in the family 
room. 

Jake and I were watching a basketball game when she 
joined us. We muted the TV and turned on some music and 
told our slave to strip to the music. Cathy outdid 
herself, undulating sensually to the music as she 
slowly removed each piece of her clothing. When she was 
nude, she sashayed over to me and sat in my lap and 
gave me a sloppy kiss. 

"My ass is all oiled up, Master, in case that's how you 
want to take me." 

And that's just what I did. 

The remembrance of my second ass-fuck with Cathy caused 
my cock to harden as I looked down at the round, firm 
cheeks of my dozing sister. I slowly got off the bed 
and rummaged in her dresser until I found two silk 
scarves and a tube of jelly. Returning to the bed I 
moved Cathy so she was face down and straddled her. I 
held one of her wrists and tied the scarf around it, 
then tied the other end to a slat in her headboard. 

"Whada you up to?" she said, sleepily. 

"Shut up, bitch." 

I tied up her other wrist and fastened it to the 
headboard. I backed down the bed and placed one knee, 
then the other between her thighs, pushing her legs 
apart as I did. I reached between her cheeks and found 
her cunt wet and juicy. I coated my fingers in the 
mixture of our cum and brought it back to her anus. 

Cathy purred and shifted, bringing her knees up to 
allow me greater access. I moved my slippery fingers in 
small circles over her anus and then brought my fingers 
back to her overflowing cunt for more lubrication. This 
time I wormed one greasy digit past the tight muscle 
and into her back passage, driving it slowly forward 
until it was all the way in her tight ass. I let the 
natural muscles of her anus slowly expel the intruder, 
then lubed two fingers in her cunt and pushed both deep 
into her ass. 

"Mmmm, yes," she said, then added, "Is my nasty brother 
gonna fuck his sister in the ass?" 

"Shut the fuck up, bitch," I said, withdrawing my 
fingers from her ass. I applied the lubricating jelly 
to my rock-hard cock, running my fingers over the head 
of my cock, then down the shaft until it was slickly 
greased. 

"You wont be able to talk this way with that red-headed 
bitch," she retorted. 

"That's because she's not a slut, like you." 

I cleaned off my fingers and got in position, placing 
the head of my cock up against her rosette. 

"She's a fuckin' whore... ouch," her comment was cut 
off when I drove my cock past her sphincter and an inch 
or two into her butt. 

Cathy recovered her breath and said, "A fucking red-
headed bitch slu... Ohhh, Jesus." 

I drove my cock hard into her, and it wormed its way 
another two inches into her tight passage. 

"Oh, Gahhhhd," cried Cathy, but I could feel her adjust 
her body to better accommodate my cock and to ready 
herself for further penetration. I placed my hands next 
to her shoulders on the bed and lowered myself until my 
mouth was just over her ear. 

"You got anything else to say about my sweet Sophie, 
you slut?" I growled into her ear. 

"It would be sweet to see that whore butt-fucked," she 
replied, continuing our little game and grunting as I 
drove my cock deeper in her ass. 

"Sophie the slut," she spat out just before I drove my 
cock to the hilt in her ass. 

"Ahhhhh," cried Cathy as my cock throbbed in her ass. 
She felt like a vice, and I had to calm myself to avoid 
cumming too soon. I adjusted myself so my weight was on 
my elbows and slowly withdrew my cock. Cathy had taught 
us to let the natural muscles of the anus help expel 
the intruder. When only the head was left inside I 
paused before driving forward again. I could feel 
Cathy's body move under me, bracing itself and pushing 
back as I drove forward, minimizing the resistance of 
her tight rear passage. 

Except for her labored breathing and moans, Cathy was 
silent now. I enjoyed our playful banter about Sophie 
but was now happy to focus all of my attention on butt-
fucking my bound and subservient sister. By the sixth 
or seventh stroke, Cathy's ass was noticeably looser as 
her anal muscles relaxed and the lubricant did it's 
job. Her breathing was easier now, but I could feel her 
pulse quicken as the discomfort faded and her 
excitement built. 

Keeping my strokes slow, deep and steady, I shifted my 
weight to one elbow and used my free hand to move her 
mass of blond hair to one side of her head. This 
allowed me to nibble on her ear and neck while I 
sodomized her. Knowing now what she liked when we 
played these d&s games, I then talked quietly into her 
ear, telling her that she was nothing more than my 
fuck-toy, a slut whose only worth was giving her master 
pleasure. 

Cathy's cry signaled the beginning of her orgasm a few 
minutes later, and I steeled myself to avoid cumming 
with her as her anal muscles spasmed around my hard 
driving cock. She came hard, as she always did from 
anal sex, screaming into her pillow as waves of 
pleasure rocked her body. 

I continued fucking her steadily until her orgasm ended 
and she lay quiet. I then withdrew my cock and crawled 
up the bed and untied the scarves from the headboard. 
It took a minute or so to flip her over onto her back, 
retie the scarves, and place pillows under her ass. 
Throughout this, Cathy's eyes were closed and her lips 
were set in a satisfied smile. 

I returned to the bottom of the bed and lifted her legs 
up to my shoulders and then bent them back so she was 
bent in two at the waist, her hips raised by the 
pillows beneath them. This exposed her still-dilated 
ass and I positioned my cock at this entrance. 

"I've never tried it this way," Cathy murmured, her 
eyes still shut, a dreamy look on her face. 

"You mean there's something my little fuck-toy slut 
hasn't tried?" 

Cathy mewed softly as I drove my cock back into her 
ass, corking her once again. I paused then to enjoy the 
sight of my lovely sister before me, taking in all the 
details: Her slender arms stretched up to the headboard 
and tied there, her disheveled blond hair framing her 
beautiful face; her eyes were thin slits and her full 
red lips parted slightly, allowing the tip of her 
tongue to emerge and wet her lips; her pert breasts 
were flattened somewhat in this position but still rose 
white and proud from her chest, capped by erect rose-
colored nipples that begged for attention. 

My gaze followed the curve of her abdomen down to her 
shaved pussy, the red lips gaping open to reveal the 
layers of slick flesh inside. Still lower, I could see 
the thick root of my cock between her folded thighs, 
the shaft buried deep in her ass. 

Idly, I caressed her body, wondering if Sophie's shin 
would feel as soft and smooth, and if Sophie's larger 
breasts would feel as firm as those now in my hands. I 
squeezed the flesh and pulled on the erect nubs until 
Cathy's cry broke through the erotic fog that had me 
abusing one lover and thinking of another. 

"Yessss," she said. "Twist them, pull them harder... 
punish your slave." 

I complied, pulling and twisting the erect nipples 
until she cried out, then squeezing the tit flesh 
before attacking her nipples once again. I shifted 
myself forward and took one nipple, then the other, 
between my teeth, chewing until she signaled me to 
stop. 

"Do you think you need to be punished, slave?" 

"Yes," she said, breathing heavily now. 

"Tell your master why." 

"Master, I've been thinking nasty thoughts." 

I chuckled and said, "Of course you are, slave. You're 
tied up and your brother has his cock all the way up 
your slut ass." 

"Other thoughts," she said, and continued only after I 
pulled and twisted her nipples. 

"Sophie," she said. "I was thinking about fucking your 
Sophie, Master." 

"Oh?" I said, and my cock pulsed in it's snug home. 

"We could tie her up, here, and take turns fucking and 
sucking her." 

My cock throbbed again in Cathy's ass, and I adjusted 
myself so that I could better fuck her. I pulled my 
cock out then pushed it forward again, and ordered 
Cathy to tell me what she'd do to Sophie if she had her 
tied up. I closed my eyes and fucked my cock in and out 
as Cathy's sexy voice described in great detail how she 
would use and abuse my beloved Sophie. 

My control began to diminish when Cathy got to the part 
in her scenario where she and I flipped Sophie over, 
tied her securely, and Cathy began to shove a 
lubricated anal dildo up Sophie's virgin ass. When 
Cathy began to describe how she'd move aside and allow 
me to take her place, pulling out the dildo and 
replacing it with my cock, I could see the scene 
clearly in my mind's eye. 

Knowing that I'd cum any moment and wanting Sophie, 
err, Cathy to join me, I rubbed my thumb in small 
circles over Cathy's clit and drove my cock faster back 
and forth in Cathy's ass. 

"Oh... Oh... Oh... and the red-haired slut bitch... 
ahhh... would be squealing like a pig... oh, yes, I'm 
close... oh, Jesus... she'd be begging you to stop... 
ahhhhhhh." 

We both came at this point in Cathy's story, and I 
opened my eyes to see Cathy arch her back and cry out 
as my cock jerked and spewed cum deep in her bowels. 


Chapter Five: "Conversations with Sophie"

I met Sophie after school on Monday, and we walked 
hand-in-hand toward her house. I'd decided that Friday 
evening was going to be *the night*, after clearing it 
with Jack and Cathy. Cathy had accepted a baby-sitting 
assignment for that night and assured me that the 
couple would be out until midnight. Jack had agreed to 
stay over at a friend's house.

As we walked and chatted about this and that, I could 
see on Sophie lovely face an eager anticipation. Having 
told me in no uncertain terms that she wanted the two 
of us to have sex, she was expecting me to arrange 
something soon. For some perverse reason, I was 
enjoying keeping her in suspense, and didn't broach the 
subject until we had arrived at her house and were 
sitting in her back yard drinking Cokes.

"Are you free this Friday night?" I asked, innocently.

"Maybe," she said. "I might have to rearrange my sock 
drawer. What do you have in mind."

"Dinner at my house," I said, very casually, and saw 
her expectations drop. She obviously thought I was 
inviting her over for a family dinner.

"Sure," she replied.

"And maybe some sex as an appetizer, and more for 
dessert."

"What?" she blurted out, and I had her complete 
attention.

"Dad's bowling. Jack's spending the night elsewhere. 
Cath is baby-sitting. I thought we might spend the 
evening together... but I know how important it is to 
have an organized sock drawer."

"You... jerk!" she said, then whacked my knee. "You're 
teasing me, and thoroughly enjoying it."

I just smiled.

"You've really got it... set up?" she asked, blushing.

"Yep."

She was silent for a minute, sipped her drink and then 
asked, "What... um, what will we do?"

"I figured we grill some steaks and..."

"You asshole, that's not what I mean. Please, Jake..." 
she started then stopped, and took another long pull on 
her drink.

"I want to know... I don't know what to expect," she 
said, her face serious.

"Okay," I said, and took her hands in mine. "I 
apologize about the kidding around. That will stop 
now."

I looked directly into her eyes and continued, "I'd 
like you to come over about 6:30. Everyone will be gone 
by then. The first thing I'd like to do is undress you 
and see, touch, kiss... your body. Then I'd like you to 
do the same with me. Explore each other. We will have 
until 11:30 or so, but I think we should get our 
first... well, I think we should go upstairs and have 
intercourse. It'll be your first time and there may be 
some pain... some blood..."

"Yes," she exhaled, and I realized she'd been holding 
her breath. "I know."

"Then I think we should go downstairs and cook our meal 
together.. kiss... touch... talk... eat."

"I love you, Jake."

"Me too," I said, and leaned in to kiss her.

Just then the back door slid open and Sophie's younger 
sister came out to the backyard. We let go of one 
another and busied ourselves with our drinks. Angela 
joined us, despite a go-away look from her older 
sister, and plopped herself down on the bench facing 
us.

"I'm bored. What are you guys talking about."

While Sophie tried to get her sister to leave us alone, 
first nicely and then plainly, I studied the girl. She 
was thirteen and reminded me of a younger version of 
Sophie. They shared the same thick red hair and bright 
green eyes. Angela's body was just beginning to 
develop. Her breasts were the size of small lemons, and 
her hips were much narrower than her voluptuous sister. 
Angela kept glancing over at me while she deflected her 
sister's attempts to get rid of her.

"Angela, hon," I said after awhile, "your sister and I 
enjoy hanging with you, but right now we're in the 
middle of something."

Angela's eyes sparkled, then she said, "Okay, Jake. 
Sure thing," and left.

When I turned again to face Sophie, she had a smirk on 
her face.

"Angela, hon?" she mimicked.

"It worked," I said, shrugging.

"Yeh, right. It worked 'cause Angela has a serious 
crush on you. She may be more in love with you than I 
am."

I laughed and then raised my eyebrows and said, "Say, 
little Angela wouldn't be free this Friday as well, 
would she."

"You..." Sophie gave up on finishing the thought and 
grabbed me. I was laughing too hard to put up much of a 
fight and soon found myself flat on my back with an 
angry Sophie sitting on my stomach.

"I give... I give," I said. My laughter stopped and I 
looked up into the flushed face of Sophie.

"You go near that girl and I'll kill you," she said.

I nodded and said, quietly, "shall we continue were we 
left off?"

"Yes," she said and in an instant her anger was gone.

"After dinner we'll try some new positions... assuming 
you're not too sore. Like this one."

Sophie blushed and must have felt my growing hard-on 
between the two pair of Levi's that separated our sex. 
She began to move off me but I held her arms and shook 
my head.

"My cock will be inside you," I continued, "and you 
will be able to completely control the action by 
rocking up and down, back and forth." The blush on 
Sophie's face intensified, and I could also she was 
becoming aroused.

I dropped my gaze to her chest and said, "In this 
position I'll be able to hold and caress your breasts 
and nipples... and occasionally lift myself up and take 
them into my mouth and suck them."

"Oh, Jesus," Sophie whispered.

"Do you want to hear more?"

Sophie nodded but at that moment the back door opened 
and we scrambled to disengage ourselves and, in my 
case, to cover the bulge in my pants. Sophie's mom, 
armed with her own cold drink and a knowing smile on 
her face, strolled over and took a seat on the bench 
that was occupied by Angela a few minutes before. That 
pretty much ended our conversation about Friday night.

                     - o -

I managed to meet up with Sophie on Wednesday, and we 
strolled to her house together. Given the frequent 
interruptions at her house, we took our time and at one 
point sat down on a park bench a couple of blocks away. 

"I do have to get home soon," she said, explaining that 
she was expected to look after her younger siblings 
after school.

"Sure," I said.

She blushed a bit then asked, "In the time we have, 
would you tell me more about Friday?"

"Don't you want it to be a surprise?"

"I like to think about it," she replied, and her blush 
deepened.

In the few days since I set up this evening, I had been 
imagining the sex we'd have, and had jacked off several 
times to the images of fucking Sophie. I wondered if 
Sophie did the same.

"Do you touch yourself when you think about it?"

"Jake!"

"I do," I confessed. "I masturbate and imagine making 
love to you."

Sophie blushed and whispered, "So do I."

I held her hand and asked, "What would you like to try 
this Friday? This shouldn't be just my night. When 
you... touch yourself, what do you imagine."

Sophie looked away for a minute and then back to me. "I 
imagine... I'd like to... Jesus, Jake... I can't talk 
about this."

"Okay," I said, disappointed.

"Maybe after Friday, Jake. I'm too embarrassed about 
what I don't know."

After a minute she said, "Please continue... y'know, 
about Friday."

"Where we're we.... ah, it was after dinner and you 
were riding on top of me while I played with your 
breasts."

"Yes," she said.

"I think we skipped a part," I said. "After our 
first... fuck," I continued, and felt Sophie's hand 
tighten against mine at my first use of that term. "We 
will dress and go downstairs and prepare dinner. I'd 
like you dressed in nothing but a man's dress shirt... 
I'll borrow one of my dad's, so it's long enough. No 
bra or panties. Just the oversized shirt with the top 
three buttons undone. While we're cooking and setting 
the table, I'll be able to see just the hint of your 
breasts through the gap in the shirt, and will be able 
to feel them, or your ass or... cunt, anytime I want."

"You'll finger my cunt?" she asked, blushing, not to 
hear an answer but just to use the naughty term.

"Oh, yes," I replied. "Maybe after I get the steaks on 
the grill I'll put you up on counter, just on the edge, 
and eat your cunt until you cum."

Sophie shivered and said, "Oh, God, Jake... I was 
hoping you'd do that."

"Do you imagine my mouth and tongue in your pussy when 
you masturbate?"

"Yes."

We rose and kissed hungrily, my hands embracing her ass 
as she thrust her crotch up against my bulge.

"I should go," she said when we broke. We walked the 
remaining two blocks to her house in silence. I had my 
hand stuck into her back pocket, and could feel her ass 
flex and relax, flex and relax, as we walked.

"Call me tonight before you go to bed," I said just 
before we parted. "And make sure nobody's on the 
extension."

Sophie blushed, nodded and went inside.

                      - o -

She called a little after eleven.

"Are you ready for bed," I asked after we had exchanged 
greetings.

"Uh huh," she replied.

"What are you wearing?" I asked.

There was a pause at the other end, and she said, "No, 
not much," in a conversational tone. I figured that 
someone else was close by and she didn't want them to 
know who she was talking to.

"Are you wearing a nightgown?"

"Yep," she replied.

"Panties underneath?"

"Yes," she said.

"Here's what I want you to do," I began. "Go upstairs 
to your room and close the door behind you. Do you have 
a lock?"

"Yes," she said.

"Lock it and take off your nightgown. Stand in front of 
your mirror and look at your fabulous breasts, not as 
Sophie would but as I will. Hold them, touch them, pull 
on the nipples until they're good and hard. Okay?"

"Yep. That's right," she said, and I could hear the 
voice of her father in the background. She was having a 
harder time listening to me and sounding normal.

"Then I want you to slide your hand down your belly and 
under the waistband of your panties... down... down 
until your fingers are over your cunt. Do you think it 
will be wet?"

"Yes, I believe that's right."

"Damn right it'll be wet. And when you slide a finger 
over your clit and into your cunt, it'll get nice and 
juicy, won't it?"

"Uh huh," she said, her voice cracking a bit. 

I heard her dad's voice again and Sophie saying, "I'll 
be done in a minute, dad. Marie needs my help with her 
answers to the homework."

A few seconds later she got back on the line.

"He's left the room."

"I want you to continue fingering your juicy cunt while 
you watch yourself in the mirror and imagine how hot 
I'll get just looking at your naked body."

"But I'm not naked yet," she said quietly into the 
phone. "I've still got my panties on... covering my 
cunt."

I smiled to myself and then said, "Very good. Turn 
sideways and watch yourself in the mirror while you 
slide your panties over your round, white ass and down 
your legs. Do you remember walking home this afternoon, 
when my hand on your ass?"

"Yes."

"Think about that when your panties are off. Think 
about this Friday when my hands will be caressing your 
naked ass. After you're naked, I want you to lie down 
on your bed, face down, with your ass sticking up in 
the air."

"Okay," she whispered into the phone.

"Then I want you to reach down and finger your cunt. 
You should know that I'm gonna fuck you this way Friday 
night. From the rear, I'm gonna fuck my cock into your 
juicy cunt until you cum. Think about that while you 
masturbate. I'm going upstairs right now to jack off, 
and I'll be imagining me behind you, fucking you like a 
bitch-in-heat."

"Oh, God," she cried, a little too loudly, and I 
worried that she was losing it.

"Goodnight, lover," I said and hung up.

                      - o -

Aside from a brief hallway chat, I didn't spend any 
time with Sophie on Thursday. Thursday night, however, 
she called and Cathy answered the phone. I came into 
the kitchen and took the phone from her, and Cathy 
loitered around while Sophie and I talked.

"Can you talk?" asked Sophie.

"Not really," I answered and added, more for Cathy's 
benefit than Sophie's, "My pesky sister is in the 
room."

Cathy stuck her tongue out at me, and about that time 
my dad came into the kitchen and got a beer out of the 
fridge.

"How are things going," I said into the phone to 
Sophie, silently wishing that Cathy and Dad would leave 
the room so I could repeat the phone sex of the 
previous night. Instead, Cathy engaged dad in a 
conversation.

"I'm doing super," she said, then laughed. "It sounds 
like you don't have the same privacy that you had last 
night."

"That's right, Sophie," I said, loud enough for all to 
hear, "it is hard to carry on a private conversation in 
my house."

Cathy chuckled and said, "Why don't you call Sophie 
back from my phone."

Cathy had talked our dad into a private line for her 
bedroom. Unable to refuse her anything, he had given 
her a phone and an answering machine for her 
seventeenth birthday, and had a new line brought into 
the house.

"That would be great... thanks," I said to Cathy, then 
told Sophie I'd call her right back and hung up.

Cathy followed me to the stairs and, out of earshot of 
dad said, "Don't lock the door just yet."

Sitting on Cathy's bed, my back to the headboard, I got 
Sophie back on the line.

"Hello again," she said. I explained that I was now in 
my sister's room, and that we could talk freely.

"Good, Jake... I can't wait for tomorrow night."

"Me either."

I could hear her breathing into the phone. She seemed 
very relaxed and at ease, so I asked her if she was 
alone.

"For now, yes. Angela and Ralph are in bed, and my 
folks are in the family room watching the news. I'm 
sitting in the kitchen with a clear view down the hall 
in case one of them comes here."

"What are you wearing, sweet Sophie?"

"Just my nightgown."

"No panties?"

"No."

"Hmmmm... do you think that's safe? You may get a 
little excited as we talk, and your cunt will get all 
wet and juicy."

"I expect so", she said and giggled.

"Wont that be a problem?"

"Ah, I see your point," she said. "... the juices will 
leak from my cunt and I'll have a big wet spot on my 
nightgown."

"Don't you hate it when that happens," I said and we 
both laughed. Just then, the door opened and Cathy 
slipped in, holding a finger to her lips for quiet. She 
locked the door behind her and approached the bed, a 
sexy smile on her face.

"Excuse me for a moment," said Sophie.

I put my hand over the receiver and said to Cathy, "I 
thought I was gonna get some privacy."

"Just ignore me," she said, grinning. She sat down on 
the edge of the bed and reached over and began undoing 
my belt.

"I'm back," said Sophie, "and I've taken care of that 
little problem."

"Oh, how?" I said. Cathy had my belt undone and was 
quietly at work on the buttons of my Levi's.

"I got a couple of paper towels, folded them and now 
I'm sitting on them." 

"I'm jealous of those paper towels," I said.

"Why?"

"Because they're touching your cunt, and I'm not."

At this Cathy stopped what she was doing and raised her 
eyes to mine. She smiled at me then went back to work.

"But in just about... twenty hours, you'll be touching 
my cunt, wont you, Jake."

"Oh, yes... probably within five minutes after you get 
here tomorrow night.

"Hmmm, you'll undress me, right, and finger my cunt."

"And your breasts, and your ass, and your legs. I'll 
use my hands and my mouth to explore your body."

"You'll still be dressed?"

"Yes."

Cathy had my Levi's completely undone and motioned for 
me to raise my hips off the bed so he could pull them 
down. I eagerly complied, and she pulled my jeans and 
underwear down my thighs, exposing my rapidly hardening 
cock.

"Will you... y'know, will you lick my cunt?"

"Yes, but only briefly. Do you think it will be wet and 
juicy? How long does it take for you to get that 
excited?"

"About five seconds after I see you... or think about 
you," said Sophie.

Cathy was slowly stroking my cock and it was now fully 
erect in her hand.

"When do I get to undress you?" asked Sophie.

"After a few minutes, I guess, and you get to explore 
my body."

"That will be the first time I've seen a guy naked... 
with a hard cock."

"What will you do with my cock?" I asked Sophie, and 
Cathy took that moment to lean over and kiss the head 
of my cock. She then used the tip of her tongue to 
spread the pre-cum all over the sensitive head.

"I'll feel it... hold it... kiss it..."

"What else?"

"Would you like me to suck it?"

"This is your chance to explore me, and do what you 
want."

"I know... but you didn't answer my question."

Cathy at this point was slowly drawing her tongue down 
the length of my cock and I had to concentrate in order 
to sound normal to Sophie.

"If you're asking me, would I like to have the love-of-
my-life kneeling naked in front of me, with her 
beautiful red lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me, 
I'd have to say yes."

"Then that's what I'd like to do," she purred into the 
phone. "I'd like to suck your hard cock until you cum."

"If you do that, make me cum in your mouth, do you 
realize it'll be awhile before I get hard again... hard 
enough to fuck your virgin pussy."

"I guess so," she said.

"And do you realize that I'll fill your pretty mouth 
with hot, white cum, and that you'll have to swallow 
quickly or it'll spill out of your mouth."

"I hadn't thought about that," she admitted. "What does 
it taste like?"

"I don't know," I said, fibbing a bit because it would 
be hard to explain that I'd tasted my brother's cum as 
I ate out my sister.

Cathy had the head of my cock in her mouth and was 
sucking gently. I steeled myself to block the 
pleasurable sensations and tried to concentrate on 
Sophie.

"I know you've had... experience with other girls, 
Jake. Did they suck you off?"

"Yes."

"And did they swallow your cum."

"Yes."

"I will too, then."

"I'd like that."

"And then we'll go upstairs," she prompted.

"Yes, we'll go upstairs, actually to Cathy's room where 
there's more room."

"Oh? Wont she mind?"

"We'll clean up after ourselves. Don't worry about it."

"Okay."

"I'll have the room all set up. We'll lay down, kiss 
and caress each other, and I'll lick your cunt until 
you're just about to cum, then I'll stop."

"That doesn't seem fair," said Sophie, not really 
meaning it.

"I want you to cum while I'm fucking you for the first 
time."

"I do too. Will you... be gentle with me?"

"Yes, I'll enter you very slowly. It may hurt when I 
break though your cherry but it should pass."

"Hmmm... then you'll be inside me."

"My cock will be in your juicy cunt."

"Yes... you'll be fucking me."

"Uh huh," I said, not trusting my voice to stay normal 
if I said too much more. Cathy's head was bobbing up 
and down on my cock, and the sensations were driving me 
crazy.

"I did what you said last night," said Sophie.

"Tell me about it," I replied, hoping to get her 
talking. She described going up to her room and 
stripping, and the masturbation that followed. I took 
advantage of these few minutes and placed my free hand 
on Cathy's head and she took the signal and began 
sucking harder as she bobbed up and down. I held the 
receiver against my chest and groaned as my cock 
blasted load after load of cum in Cathy's talented 
mouth. I waited a second or two to catch my breath, 
then picked up the phone again.

"... and I was imagining you behind me, your cock in my 
pussy, your hands on my ass, and I had the best orgasm 
I've ever had."

"That's great, Sophie."

"What should I do tonight?"

"The same thing, Sophie, but this time try to cum 
twice."

"Okay, coach."

We hung up shortly thereafter. I thanked Cathy by 
returning the favor and eating her out, then went to 
bed, exhausted. 


Chapter Six: "Sophie and I"

Friday seemed to pass in agonizing slowness, but 
eventually school was out and Friday afternoon passed 
into evening. Dad left for his bowling league, taking 
Jack with him in order to drop him off at a friend's 
house for the night.

Cathy helped me set things up. She collected pretty 
much every candle in the house and brought them up to 
her room. I put a bottle of wine in the freezer, hoping 
it would chill quickly and that I wouldn't forget about 
it and have dad find it there in the morning. Then I 
joined Cathy in her bedroom.

Cathy had changed the sheets, using the nicest ones we 
had. A thick towel was placed down the middle of the 
bed, just in case Sophie bled. Cathy had placed candles 
on her dresser and night stand, and was in the process 
of lighting them. When she was done and turned out the 
light, the candles illuminated the room perfectly but 
not too much.

"I wish it was like this for my first time," said 
Cathy, wistfully.

I hugged her to me and kissed her.

"Thanks, Cath, for everything."

"Your welcome, brother," she said and kissed me back.

"I should go... is there anything else you need?" she 
asked.

"I'm all set, thanks."

"You know where I keep the condoms, and the K-Y---" 
"Cathy!" I interrupted. "I'm not gonna take her that 
way!"

"Jesus, Jake, I know that. But you are very large, and 
it might help to lube yourself before you enter her."

"Oh," I said. "I hadn't thought about that."

Cathy patted my face, kissed me again and left.

                        - o -

I checked everything a second time, then a third, as I 
paced back and forth waiting for Sophie. The doorbell 
rang just after 6:30 and I rushed to let her in.

"Hi there," she said after entering. We stood in the 
foyer, facing each other and holding each others hands. 
She looked terrific, smelled terrific... and all my 
anxiousness melted away. She was wearing a green silk 
dress that accentuated her eyes, white stockings, and 
black heels. Pearl earrings and a matching pearl 
necklace completed the outfit.

"You look incredible," I said and moved in for a soft, 
brief kiss, then another, this one longer, wetter. When 
we broke I led her into the family room. The drapes 
were closed to give us privacy.

I kissed her again and then backed up a half step, 
admiring her voluptuous form.

"May I undress you?"

"Please," she said, kicking her shoes off.

I started at her waist, removing the patterned belt. 
The dress was buttoned up the front, and my hands shook 
as I started at her throat and undid the first one. 
They got easier as I went and after I undid the last 
one I paused to look into Sophie's face, flushed with 
excitement but calm at the same time. I moved in and 
took her face in my hands and kissed her lips softly, 
then looked into her green eyes while I slid my hands 
down her neck and pushed the dress off her shoulders, 
down her arms and into a heap on the floor.

My eyes dropped immediately to her breasts, held in 
check by a white bra that showed plenty of cleavage. 
These were much larger than Cathy's, and I bent down to 
kiss the exposed flesh of her breasts.

"It latches in the front," said Sophie, her voice 
husky.

I found the latch and struggled just a second before it 
popped open and her huge white breasts fell into my 
hands. I was instantly surprised at the firmness of 
these melon-sized tits. As I felt their weight and 
moved my hands over the rose-colored nipples, the hard 
nubs thickened and grew.

"They're beautiful," I whispered. "Just beautiful."

I knew I'd have time to play with her breasts later, 
and I was anxious to have her completely naked. I 
lowered my hands to her panties and slowly peeled them 
down over her ass and down her legs, kneeling as I did. 
Directly in front of my was a thick bush of red-brown 
hair, that partially covered the lips of her pussy. I 
then slid her white stockings down her legs and off, 
one leg at a time. 

She was now completely nude. I stood up and admired the 
body before me, my eyes moving from the huge proud 
breasts, down her tummy, which was flat and slender in 
comparison to her large breasts, to the flare of her 
hips, the patch of hair covering her sex, and the long 
shapely legs.

"I'm I supposed to just stand here like a statue?" said 
Sophie, She shifted her weight from one leg to the 
other and her face reflected some embarrassment.

"You're just so beautiful," I said and slowly strolled 
around her, touching her, caressing her, until I was 
directly behind her. I paused there to look at her ass, 
and to caress the firm white cheeks that jutted out.

"Spread your legs a bit," I said, still behind her. She 
shifted them about eighteen inches apart.

"I believe I promised to finger your cunt before five 
minutes had passed," I said, sliding one hand down her 
ass and between her thighs.

"Yes," she said. "But I'm not timing you... ohh!"

My fingers found her cunt, and slipped inside. She was 
very wet, and hot, and my fingers quickly found the nub 
of her clit. It was erect, and larger than Cathy's. I 
reached around with my other hand and caressed a 
breast, then took the nipple between my thumb and 
forefinger and rubbed it.

"This is very nice," she said, her breathing heavier, 
"but you're gonna make me cum real soon."

I removed my fingers from her pussy and turned her so 
she faced me. Drawing her towards me, I kissed her long 
and hard, my tongue wrestling with hers. My hands went 
down her back and held her ass while we kissed. We were 
both breathing hard when we broke.

"I want to taste you," I said. I spent several seconds 
kissing and sucking her breasts and nipples before 
dropping to my knees and studying her pussy.

With her legs spread, I could see the lips of her sex 
quite clearly. I parted the hair and kissed her sex, 
then extended my tongue inside until I found her clit. 
Sophie moaned as I flicked my tongue rapidly back and 
forth over the hard flesh of her clit. After a few 
moments I felt her fingers combing through my hair then 
stopping when both of her hands were at the back of my 
head, holding me against her sex.

"Oh, yes, Jake... lick my pussy and make me cum."

A brought my hands up and pinched and pulled on her 
nipples as my tongue alternated between deep forays 
into her cunt and rapid flicks directly to her erect 
clit. She came after a few minutes of this, pulling my 
head even harder against her sex. Pressed against her 
like this, my entire universe was the wet folds of her 
sex and the pleasant odor of intense female arousal. By 
the time she finished and the vice like pressure of her 
hands relaxed, my face was completely drenched with her 
copious discharge.

I felt her slipping away, and just managed to keep her 
from collapsing onto floor. I angled her instead to a 
nearby chair and she fell into it, completely drained. 
I knelt before her and rested my the side of my head 
between her splayed things, directly on her pubic 
mound. It was a full minute before her breathing and 
pulse approached normal.

"That was lovely, Jake," she said.

I raised my head and looked at her, smiling. Her green 
eyes sparkled and her mouth broke into a smile.

"Jesus, Jake, you look like you've been bobbing for 
apples."

"Not apples, something even sweeter."	

"Well, it's my turn."

I got up and held my hands out to help Sophie rise. As 
she came up out of the chair I pulled her against me, 
her breasts crushed against my chest, and kissed her 
long and hard. She broke the kiss and playfully pushed 
me away.

"Hmm, so that's what I taste like," she said.

"Now it's my turn, buster." She dropped to her knees 
and removed my shoes and socks, then undid my belt and 
slacks. I saw her glance at my bulge as her lowered my 
pants but it was mostly hidden behind my shirt tail and 
jockeys. She rose and began unbuttoning my shirt, her 
green eyes bright with expectation. After pulling my 
shirt off and tossing it into the pile of clothes, she 
stole another glance at the large bulge in my jockey 
shorts. 

Instead of removing them immediately, she spent several 
moments running her hands over my chest, and kissing 
and licking my nipples. She kissed a trail down my 
torso and she dropped to her haunches and finally 
reached out and peeled my jockeys over my cock.

She gasped when my cock sprung free and bounced off her 
chin. It was three-quarters erect, sticking almost 
straight out. As I stepped out of my shorts and kicked 
them away, my cock bobbed up and down, and her eyes 
never left it. Tentatively, she brought a hand up and 
gently traced her fingers down the shaft, and my cock 
jerked up in response to her touch. A second hand 
joined the first and she stroked the heart-shaped head 
while the other hand arrived at the base and gently 
touched my balls.

Now out of it's tight enclosure, and with her 
attentions, my cock grew to it's full length and 
hardness. It was now almost nine inches long and 
pointing at a forty-five degree angle.

"It's beautiful, your cock," she said, her eyes fixed 
on it while her fingers explored it's length and girth.

"Thank you," I said, my voice uneven.

"It's much larger than I expected. Is it unusually 
big?"

This appealed to my vanity, of course, and I told her 
it was above average but not the biggest. Her touch was 
so light that I figured she believed the organ 
delicate.

"Hold it, tight... feel the hardness."

She grasped it firmly beneath the head and slid the 
hand down it's length, and I exhaled audibly at the 
sensation.

"Is this what you do when you... jack off."

I nodded as she brought her hand back up the length and 
they back down. A drop of pre-cum oozed out of the 
hole, and she asked me about it. I told her it was 
natural lubricant. She spent another minute in close 
inspection of my cock, holding it, stroking it, feeling 
my balls, asking me questions.

"I'll be back, big guy," she said, kissing the head of 
my cock and rising. She combed her hands through the 
hair on my chest, then walked behind me and ran her 
hands down my back and over my ass. One hand came 
through my thighs and gently caressed my balls from 
underneath. She then pressed her body up against mine 
and circled her arms around, one caressing my chest and 
nipples, the other stroking my cock.

I could feel her breasts against my back, the nipples 
hard, and she kissed my back and neck.

"I get to do what I want, right?" she whispering into 
my ear.

"Yes," I said.

She breathed into my ear and stroked my cock some more, 
and I worried that I'd cum too soon.

"I could stop now and you'd take me upstairs and fuck 
me, right?"

"Yes, if you want."

She kissed me again on my neck and it felt electric, 
then she nibbled on my ear.

"Or I could take your cock into my mouth and suck you. 
You wouldn't mind that, would you?"

"No, I'd like that."

She let go of my cock and moved around to face me. We 
kissed, and she said, "I'd like to suck you off, Jake. 
I want you to cum in my mouth."

With that she dropped to her knees and took hold of my 
cock. She slowly licked and kissed the head and down 
the length. It felt heavenly when she took the head 
into her warm, wet mouth and sucked gently. Her eyes 
came up to watch me while she sucked. She kept one hand 
around the shaft and stroked up and down the length.

"This is incredible, Sophie," I said. "I like watching 
you suck my cock."

She pulled her mouth off my cock and said, "Am I doing 
it right?"

"You're doing great," I said. I put my hands on her 
head and pulled her back onto my cock.

"I'll guide you a bit, with my hands. Oh, yes... that's 
feels great... now take me deeper, as far as you can 
without gagging... ahhh, your mouth is so hot and wet 
and it's very sexy to watch you do this... run your 
tongue all over the head now, ah, yes... now suck as 
hard as you can... oh, that's incredible.... I'm gonna 
cum in about a minute, okay?"

"Mmmm," she said around a mouthful of cock.

"Now I want you to rock back and forth, and use your 
hand to jack me off at the same time... oh, yes, 
Sophie..."

I used my hands to direct the tempo, fucking my cock 
over her lips and into her mouth while Sophie sucked 
and used her hand to jack me off.

"Here I cum, Sophie... look at me... ahhhhhhh...."

The sight of Sophie's green eyes and my cock shunting 
lewdly into her mouth was too much, and I sent jet 
after jet of cum into her mouth. Sophie's eyes widened 
and she tired to swallow, but the volume of cum was too 
great. She coughed, spraying my cum all over my cock 
and lower abdomen, and pulled off my cock. My cock 
wasn't finished, and the last two jets caught her 
directly in the face, one splattering on her left cheek 
and the other catching her chin.

Sophie coughed a few more times before catching her 
breath and rising. A crooked smile was on her cum-
splattered face, and cum dripped off her jaw onto her 
breasts.

"Well, I made a mess of that," she said, and giggled.

"It was great all the same," I said, and collected the 
cum off her face on my fingers. I looked around for a 
box of Kleenex and Sophie noticed.

"No, let me," she said and brought my fingers into her 
mouth and sucked off the cum. Then she dropped to her 
knees and licked the cum off my body and drooping cock.

"This girl's a virgin?" I thought to myself.

                       - o -

"Oh, my God, Jake... it's perfect," said Sophie when we 
entered Cathy's candle-lit room. We kissed and laid 
down on the bed. We started slowly, kissing every now 
and then, caressing each other, talking softly.

I spent a good deal of time with Sophie's breasts, and 
it was obvious that she enjoyed the attention greatly. 
After licking, sucking and chewing on her nipples, they 
stood thick and straight, three-quarters of an inch 
long. Sophie's breathing was heavy.

I turned myself on the bed and brought my head down 
between her thighs and kissed all over her thighs and 
pubis before covering her cunt with my mouth and 
sucking her juices. My tongue found her clit and teased 
it for several moments before flicking it back and 
forth across the hard nub. Meanwhile, at the top of the 
bed, Sophie had turned and grabbed my cock and stroked 
it until it was fully erect. Then she took it once 
again into her mouth and sucked it gently.

For the next five minutes I repeatedly brought her 
close to orgasm with my tongue and fingers, stopping 
each time before she climaxed.

"I'm ready... Jake," panted Sophie after several 
minutes. I looked up, past her breasts which were 
rising and falling with her heavy breathing, into her 
face. She was flushed with excitement and her eyes 
shone in the dim light.

"Fuck me... fuck me now," she said.

Remembering Cathy's suggestion, I rolled off the bed 
and found her tube of K-Y jelly. My cock was rock hard 
from Sophie's sucking, and I coated the head and shaft 
with the lubricant.

Back on the bed, I positioned myself between Sophie's 
legs and adjusted her knees up and out. Holding myself 
on my arms above her, I positioned my cock at her sex 
and slowly slid it forward, past her lips and into her 
wetness. She was tight but incredibly wet and warm, and 
the head slipped inside.

"Oh god!" cried Sophie.

I eased it further into her cunt and felt the helmeted 
head of my prick slowly cleaving the tight, moist folds 
of her virginal pussy shaft. I fed her another inch, 
then another. I felt her cherry against my cock head, 
and stopped my penetration. Sophie shuddered, then 
placed her hands on my shoulders and ground her hips a 
little. 

I lowered my head and took a nipple between my teeth 
and chewed gently. At the same time I pulled my cock 
back and then forward, returning to her membrane. I 
repeated this a dozen times, angling my cock so it 
rubbed across her clit. Sophie was making little cries 
with each stroke and her hips were moving deliciously 
beneath me, pushing up with each inward movement of my 
cock.

Increasing the tempo of my shallow thrusts, and bumping 
into her hymen with gradually more force, I brought 
Sophie closer and closer to climax. When she came, and 
cried out, I felt the effusion of her cuntal juices on 
my cock. Lifting my head from her breast, I drove 
forward, ripping past her membrane and worming several 
inches beyond, the tightness of her virgin passage 
slowing my advance. I saw Sophie's eyes widen, and 
heard a brief cry, but watched as the pleasure of her 
release overcame the pain and washed over her lovely 
face.

I pulled back then drove my cock forward again, deeper 
this time. My next thrust into her spasming cunt 
brought me all the way inside, and I left it there 
while I covered Sophie's mouth with mine and kissed her 
hard through the last waves of her climax.

I broke the kiss when she was done and laid down on top 
of her, keeping most of my weight on my elbows but 
enjoying the feeling of her heaving breasts against my 
chest, and the incredibly tight grip of her pussy on my 
cock.

"That... was.. incredible," she panted after a minute 
or so.

I raised my head and kissed her softly.

"I'm no longer a virgin," she said, laughed, then 
kissed me hard. Her legs came up and crossed behind my 
back. Our kiss went on forever, then broke and kissed 
each other all over.

"Did you... cum?" she asked, whispering into my ear as 
I kissed her neck.

"No."

"Oh, good," she said, "fuck me some more."

"Are you... okay," I asked, concerned about her cherry.

"I'm fantastic," she said. "Fuck me!"

I began fucking her slowly, amazed at the tightness of 
her passage. After a half-dozen strokes Sophie urged me 
to go faster. I increased the tempo but she wanted 
more.

"I'm okay," she said, "fuck me harder... faster... cum 
in my cunt."

I went faster and faster, driving my cock into her as 
fast as her tight cunt would allow. Sophie continued to 
urge me on, and she dropped her legs from around my 
back so she'd have more leverage. Her hips pushed 
against me with every inward push, and rotated 
sensuously as I pulled out. My head was swimming and 
the pressure building in my balls as a hammered time 
and time again into her cunt, amazed at the unbridled 
enthusiasm of her response.

"Oh, Jesus," I cried as I reached the point of no 
return, "I'm cumming...."

"Yessss," answered Sophie as the first blast of cum 
showered her cervix, "Oh yes... Oh yes," she chanted 
and then cried out as her climax came and her body 
tensed beneath me.

"Fuck me... fuck me... oh, God!" she cried as I 
pistoned my erupting cock back and forth in her 
spasming tunnel.

                      - o -

Showered and dressed casually, we opened the wine and 
began to prepare dinner. It was 8:15 and both of us 
were famished. Cathy looked stunning in the white dress 
shirt I had borrowed from my dad's closet. The tails 
went to mid thigh but more leg was visible from the 
side. The top three buttons were undone and a generous 
portion of her breasts were visible when the shirt 
gaped. Even without that view, her breasts were quite 
obvious beneath the white shirt, and her nipples tented 
the fabric.

I was wearing a tank top and shorts. Neither of us was 
wearing any underwear.

I started the grill and got the steaks ready while 
Sophie prepared a salad. We munched on cut up veggies 
while we waited, sipped wine and talked, and 
occasionally I would reach in her shirt and feel her 
breasts or under the bottom and fondle her there.

"I should take it easy on this," she said, holding up 
her wine glass. "I'm a pretty cheap drunk, I think."

She did have more color in her face, and her eyes were 
even brighter than normal. She looked incredible.

"But that's my plan," I said, moving up against her and 
trapping her against the counter with my body. "I get 
you tipsy and take advantage of you."

"He's devious," she said, and kissed me. "But not too 
bright... you could take advantage of me without a 
drop."

"Hmmm," I said, kissing her back. "I've created a 
monster."

When the coals were white I put the steaks on and 
popped the potatoes in the microwave. Sophie came in 
from the dinning room.

"Table's set. Are the steaks on?" she said.

"Yep."

She hopped up on the counter and smiled at me, and I 
remembered my promise to eat her cunt while the steaks 
grilled. I smiled ruefully, called her a sex fiend, 
knelt before her and went to work. While I was licking 
her, I wet a finger in her cunt and rubbed it all over 
her rosette before sliding it into her ass.

"Oh, Jesus," cried Sophie, the action of my tongue on 
her clit and my finger fucking in and out of her ass 
had her climaxing in another minute.

We wolfed down the food, laughing and talking all the 
while.

"Do you really think I'm a sex fiend?" she asked, 
coyly, after most of the food was gone.

"You wont hear me complaining," I said.

"That's 'cause you want me to turn into a slut," she 
challenged.

"Oh, no," I said. "A slut enjoys sex, and will do 
anything, but she'll do it with anybody. A great lover-
--that's what you're becoming---enjoys sex but is 
not promiscuous."

"I see, professor," she said, and laughed. "Was I 
good?"

"Incredible, and you know it."

"Thanks, you were great too."

She looked at me over her wine glass and said, "I would 
like to try 'everything' with you."

"'Everything'," I said, raising my eyebrows 
theatrically. "Then we better clean up these dishes and 
get started."

I washed while Sophie cleared, and in five minutes we 
had the dinning room and kitchen pretty much done. As I 
was rinsing the last dishes Sophie can up behind me and 
slipped her hands under my shirt, around my waist and 
down to fondle my cock. I finished the last plate, 
dried my hands and turned toward her. Sophie's eyes 
were sparkling and mischievous.

"What now?" she said.

I held her face in my hands and kissed her, enjoying 
the feeling of her full lips on mine. Breaking the 
kiss, I ran my fingers over her lips for several 
moments, then put my hands on her shoulders.

"Kneel," I said.

She smiled and dropped slowly down, keeping her eyes on 
mine as she descended. I pulled my semi-hard cock out 
of my shorts and rubbed it over her face before 
allowing her to take it into her mouth. She licked and 
sucked on my cock for several minutes, well past the 
time when it was fully erect, then I stopped her.

We went upstairs and relit the candles in Cathy's room, 
and I stripped off my few clothes and laid down on the 
bed. Sophie stripped and joined me.

"I want you on top," I said, and she straddled me and 
awkwardly reached behind to position my cock at her 
cunt. It took a few moments, but she managed to get it 
right and then sank back, impaling herself slowly on 
the length of my cock. I caressed her breasts and 
nipples while she rocked slowly up and down, getting 
accustomed again to my cock.

"This is wonderful," she said after awhile and began 
moving faster, and occasionally lowering her mouth to 
mine, or to feed me one of her breasts. She talked 
easily as we fucked, but I could see the excitement 
building. Her cunt felt just as tight to me, but I knew 
I could control myself almost indefinitely.

"What does it mean to do 'everything'," she asked.

"I'm pretty sure I don't know everything," I said, "so 
we'll learn and experiment together, okay."

"Yeh," she said, breathing harder as she rocked up and 
down on my cock. "But tell me what you know... what 
you've tried."

"Okay... there are several more positions we can try."

"Yeh," she said, then licked her lips, "you said you'd 
fuck me from behind."

"Yes," I said, then added, "like a bitch-dog in heat."

"Mmmm," she purred and smiled, her eyes closed.

"And we can fuck in new places, like your house... or 
outdoors, at the beach at night, or in the woods."

"I'd like... that," she said, and then was silent as 
she bounced up and down with even more force, digging 
for her climax.

"Or I could handcuff you, and fuck you anywhere and any 
way I wanted," I added and squeezed my hands around her 
bouncing breasts.

"Ohhhhh... yes... yes... YESSS!" she cried and 
another massive orgasm raced through her. I could see 
in on her face, and feel it as her cunt throbbed and 
pulsed around my cock.

"Oh, yes... Oh, yes..." she chanted through her orgasm, 
then collapsed on top of me. I gave her a few minutes 
respite, then rolled us on to our sides and withdrew my 
cock. Sophie's eyes stayed closed and she appeared to 
doze. I slipped out of the bed and got the same silk 
scarves that I had used a week earlier to bind Cathy 
before I fucked her ass. I got back on the bed and 
rolled Sophie face down, and I straddled her back.

"Mmmm," Sophie murmured as I took one wrist and tied 
the scarf to it. Then she giggled as she realized what 
I was up to.

"You're bad," she said and giggled again.

"Uh huh," I said and tied the other end of the scarf to 
the headboard. In took less time to bind the other 
wrist to the scarf and headboard. I then grabbed a 
pillow from the top of the bed and crawled off of 
Sophie.

"Lift your ass, girl," I said, slapping her ass 
playfully.

"No," she said, peevishly, and giggled. "Make me."

I slapped her again, a little harder, but she didn't 
move.

"You are determined to be a naughty girl, aren't you?"

A spanked her a dozen times, maybe more, before she 
gave up and asked me to stop. Her ass was pink, even it 
the dim light, and quite warm to the touch. She lifted 
her ass off the bed and I doubled up the pillow and 
placed it beneath her hips, then slapped her a final 
time and she dropped on top. Her nice round pink ass 
was now sticking up nicely.

I moved in between her legs and positioned my cock at 
her cunt, rubbing it in small circles around the slick 
folds of her flesh before inserting it and sliding it 
an inch or two inside. I steadied myself on my arms 
above her, readying myself.

"You ready to get fucked, naughty girl?" I growled.

"No... please, mister, don't fuck me," she said. I 
smiled in delight at her response and drove myself 
forward, burying my cock to the hilt in one brutal 
lunge.

"Owww," she cried, and then winced as my front slammed 
against her sore backside. I withdrew my cock and 
slammed it back home, into her incredibly tight cunt, 
time and time again, faster and faster. I didn't slow 
when Sophie came, thrashing under me, and continued for 
another five minutes of steady pounding until her 
second orgasm of the fuck sent me over the edge.

"Take it... take it," I said as my cock dumped it's hot 
load deep in her spasming cunt.


Chapter Seven: “Close to Home"

The next morning, I woke early and went downstairs to 
fix breakfast for the family. Between the three kids 
and my dad, we each took turns with weekend breakfast 
duty, and it was my turn. I found a note from dad stuck 
to the fridge, saying, "Marion will join us for 
breakfast, 8:00ish. Pancakes!?"

Marion was a friend of my father's. An attorney in her 
mid-thirties, divorced, with a twelve-year old 
daughter, Marion and dad had been friends for many 
years. A couldn't quite figure out their relationship. 
She was a District Attorney and they often worked 
together professionally, so I just assumed they were 
'just friends'. 

She never spent the night here and to my knowledge he 
never spent the night at her house. The daughter spent 
most weekends with her father so there was plenty of 
opportunity, if they were so inclined. I couldn't 
recall if I'd ever seen them hug or kiss.

I started the coffee and made the pancake batter, and 
one by one people began to arrive, my dad, Marion, then 
Cathy still dressed in her robe. They sat at the 
kitchen table, chatting, and I served coffee then 
pancakes as they came off the grill. I was vaguely 
aware that Marion and dad were discussing their plans 
for the day, which involved going to a museum and 
having lunch someplace. When I finished serving and sat 
down, I noticed that all three were staring at me, 
smiles on their faces.

"Wh-what is it," I said, looking down to see if I'd 
left my fly open or something.

"You were whistling," said my dad.

"Who is she?" asked Marion.

"She?" I said, blushing. 

Dad, to Marion, said, "Do you think that's it? Some 
female has him behaving like an escaped inmate of the 
Happy Trails Institute?"

"Gotta be," said Marion. "Some girl has the Jake-man 
snookered."

"Snookered?" said dad. "Is that like pussy whipped?"

"No, Jerry, and I thought you understood the subtlety 
of language. Pussy-whipped is what you are, dear. Jake 
here is snookered. He's smitten with some chick. In 
l-o-v-e."

My head was turning from one to the other like I was 
watching a tennis match. Cathy was laughing, thoroughly 
enjoying my discomfort. My head was spinning, partly 
out of embarrassment and partly because their banter 
made it clear to me, for the first time, that their 
relationship was not entirely platonic.

"Well, Marion, he's been seeing this girl, Sophie. 
She's very pretty, a redhead, and for reasons that 
escape me, she seems to like Jake."

"Ahh," said Marion, smiling at me. "Is that it, Jake? 
Are you and this Sophie girl an item?"

I cleared my throat and said, "Well, yeah, I guess."

"They're an item," volunteered Cathy, joining the 
conversation.

"Some big date last night?" asked Marion.

I lowered my head, suddenly busy with my breakfast, 
while I tried to figure out how to get out of this, or 
change the subject. I was sure my face was bright red.

"I don't think so," said dad. "He was here, holding 
down the..."

He didn't finish the sentence and when I looked up his 
eyes were on me, and his expression gradually changed 
from thoughtful to knowing. I was sure that my face 
turned a deeper shade of red.

"Are you done?" he asked, of Cathy. "I'd like to talk 
to Jake for a few minutes."

Cathy knew exactly what was going on, and surprised me 
by saying, "Dad, whatever you have to say to Jake you 
should say to me too, and to Jack. We're not little 
kids anymore."

Dad just stared at her. I was concerned that he was 
going to get angry, but he just sat there, non-plussed. 
Marion got up and kissed the top of his head.

"She's right, you know," said Marion.

"Well, um, yes, I guess," he said, then shook his head, 
his expression changing from confusion to something 
between resignation and wonder.

"What I was going to say to Jake, I should say to all 
three of you, I guess," his glance took in Cathy as he 
finished the sentence. I could tell this was a bit of a 
shock to him, that his princess was probably not a 
virgin, and I was glad that he was taking it well. "If 
you're sexually active, you've got to be... very 
careful. The risks of pregnancy, AIDS and other 
diseases---"

"We know that, dad," said Cathy. "I'm on the pill, and 
I'm very careful with partners. We know the saying, 
'you're not only sleeping with someone but with 
everybody he has'."

Dad's jaw dropped at this comment, and when he 
recovered he muttered under his breath, "Mary, mother 
of Jesus... my babies are growin' up."

"And while we're on this general subject," said Cathy, 
clearly feeling that she was on a roll, "why is you and 
Marion don't spend the night together? It's not like we 
don't know that you love each other, and that you have 
sex... I'd hate to see the hotels bills you're pilling 
up. Jack, Jake and I promise not to turn into serial 
killers if you sleep together here or at Marion's."

"The girl's got a point, Jerry," said Marion. "But I'm 
going to be very big and not say, I told you so."

"Gee, thanks, Marion, for being so big," grumbled my 
father.

                       - o -

Sophie called later that morning, excitement in her 
voice. "You'll never guess what happened this morning," 
she said after we had exchanged comments about how 
wonderful the night before was.

"Let me take a wild guess," I said. "Your parents know 
about last night."

"How did you..." she began, then stopped. "Not both of 
them, but my mom knew instantly. I couldn't believe 
it... she took me aside and asked me all about it."

"Oh, great," I thought to myself. "I'm dead."

"She was so happy for me," continued Sophie, "when I 
told her how great it was."

"You told her how great it was?" I said, incredulous.

"Uh huh," said Sophie. "Mom actually asked me if I 
climaxed," she said and then giggled. "I counted them 
up and told her that I came six times. At first, it 
seemed really strange to be talking to my mom about 
this, but after awhile it was like talking to a 
girlfriend! She was very impressed with you, with the 
candles and everything."

I groaned to myself, thinking about facing her mom at 
some point in the near future, with her knowing what 
I'd done to, err, with, her daughter.

Sophie continued, her voice bubbling, "Her eyes nearly 
bugged out when I told her how you tied me up and 
spanked me, y'know, just before you took me from the 
rear."

"Oh, God, Sophie... you didn't!"

"I told her everything! She said the strangest thing, 
when I finished describing what we did. Guess."

"I can't imagine," I said, my voice flat.

"She said, "I wish your dad was more imaginative." Can 
you believe it?"

"No, Sophie, I'm having a hard time believing anything 
that's happened today." 

Jack came home shortly after noon and, with Dad out 
with Marion, he talked Cathy into going upstairs with 
him. I thought about joining them but felt guilty, like 
I would be cheating on Sophie. I thought it strange 
that I felt no guilt or remorse about the incest with 
my sister, and only a tinge of guilt about how we 
blackmailed her, but was now feeling guilty about even 
thinking of sex with someone other than Sophie.

                        - o -

Excited about seeing Sophie again, but dreading seeing 
her mother, I went over to their house Sunday 
afternoon. Sophie had told me that her dad would be out 
playing golf and I was relieved that I wouldn't be 
seeing him and risk that he'd be able to read my 
expression as clearly as my dad had.

Sophie's mom met me at the door and explained that 
Sophie was on the phone with her aunt, and invited me 
to join her in the kitchen. She got me a coke and sat 
down at the table with me, beaming at me. I was quite 
embarrassed but decided to be as open as possible.

"Mrs. Patterson, I..."

"Call me Joan, please, Jake," she said.

"Joan, um... I'm so embarrassed that Sophie told you 
about, err, the other night."

"Oh," said Sophie's mom, turning a little red herself, 
"I didn't know she had told you about our conversation. 
It's my turn to be embarrassed, Jake."

"We've both learned something---Sophie's not to be 
trusted." We both laughed at that, and then I asked, 
"Her dad... he doesn't know, does he?" 

She laughed and said, "No, he doesn't and he wont hear 
about it from either of us."

"Whew," I said. "He worries me."

Joan smiled and said, "I for one think it's great that 
Sophie had you as her first, um, teacher." She lowered 
her eyes and said after a moment, "Can I ask you 
something that's kind of personal?"

"Sure, I guess," I said.

"How did you learn all that stuff, at your age?"

I paused before answering, and realized how easy it 
must have been for Sophie to talk about this with her 
mom. Joan was so open and interested, genuinely happy 
to have her daughter in love. She was young, in her 
mid-thirties at most, and looked even younger with her 
trim body, short red hair and lively green eyes.

"An older girl," I said, trying to keep it as close to 
the truth as I could, considering the circumstances, 
"who had learned about sex from an older man... he 
encouraged her to try everything at least once and then 
decide what she liked. This girl passed on the, ah, 
philosophy, to me."

Joan thought about that for a while and said, "I hope 
this doesn't embarrass you, talking about this stuff. 
But, you see, Bill and I were married in High School. I 
was seventeen and one-month pregnant with Sophie. 
Bill's the only man I've slept with, before or since, 
and he didn't have much experience either. I'm 
wondering how I might encourage him to try, um, more 
variety."

I had no idea and told her so. "My guess would be that 
most wives dread their husbands getting, how did you 
put it, more variety," I said, grinning at her.

She smiled back and said, "That's not what I meant, 
Jake... but... hmmh." She didn't finish the thought but 
I knew where her mind was going when she blushed. 
Sophie came in at that moment, plopped herself down on 
my lap and kissed me.

"Hi, Jake," she said. "I didn't know you were here."

"That's okay, your mom and I were enjoying a nice 
talk."

"About what?" she asked.

"Sex," I said, and both of them blushed. "We've also 
decided that you are not to be trusted."

"That's right," echoed Joan.

"Nonsense," said Sophie, punching me on the arm. "Go 
back to the sex part of the conversation... anything I 
should know?"

"Yes," I said, "I've decided to dump you and have an 
affair with Joan." 

Joan laughed at my joke but her face reddened. Sophie 
hit me again and squealed.

"You've already got all the Patterson females in love 
with you," said Sophie, and I remembered that her 
sister had a crush on me. "Isn't that enough?"

"You're enough for any guy," I said, kissing her. "But 
Joan and I were discussing how nice variety is when it 
comes to sex."

"Now Jake..." began Sophie's mother.

"Mom!" cried Sophie.

"It wasn't like that," said her mother, coloring even 
more. I laughed as they tried to clear it up, then had 
to cover my head when both of them began punching me 
after they concluded that I was joking at their 
expense. I managed to lift Sophie off me and scramble 
to the other side of the table.

"You can be world-class... jerk," said Sophie, but she 
was laughing and her eyes sparkled. "First my kid 
sister and now my mother. Love 'em and leave 'em, is 
that it?"

"What's that about Angela," said her mother, her eyes 
losing some of their humor, and now it was my turn to 
backpedal. Sophie's face broke into a I-got-you smirk.

I sat down opposite the two of them and said, "Sophie 
told me that Angela has a crush on me. Once again, it 
was probably something Angela didn't want told, but 
with Sophie, y'know..."

"Hold it, buster," said Sophie, laughing at the way I 
avoided that minefield. "Angela never told me she had a 
crush on you. She didn't have to. Her eyes go all goo-
goo whenever you're around."

"She's right there, Jake. It's obvious to everyone 
expect maybe Bill. She adores you." She paused and her 
face took on a mischievous look. She reached her hand 
out and held mine, and said, her voice low and sexy, 
"But tell me more about the affair we're going to 
have... will you really have to dump Sophie?"

Sophie laughed at her mother's boldness, and I said, 
"Well, you Patterson women are a handful, if Sophie is 
any guide. I'm still not fully recovered from Friday 
night."

"Oh, so it's you who needs recovery?" said Sophie, 
rubbing her backside. "Who was it that got spanked, 
huh?" 

I edged into the seat next to Joan and brought her hand 
to my lips and kissed in, looking into her eyes. "I'm 
afraid she'll have to go, Joan, if we're to have any 
chance."

"You!" cried Sophie, not able to find the right term to 
call me. Then she broke up, laughing. I was still 
looking into Joan's eyes and saw a certain longing 
there. Not for me, necessarily, but for something more 
in her sex life with her husband. I found myself 
wishing that someone would teach her husband like Cathy 
had taught Jack and I.

"Jesus Christ," I thought to myself, "Why not?"

Just then Angela came into the room, and stopped short 
when she saw me holding her mother's hand in mine. Joan 
pulled her hand away and Sophie broke out laughing, 
which caused Joan and I to laugh as well. Poor Angela 
never knew what was going on and probably concluded 
that we were all crazy. 

                      - o -

"Let me get this straight," said Cathy that evening 
when I broached the subject of the Patterson parent's 
woeful sex life. "You want me to seduce Sophie's dad so 
that he'll do a better job fucking Sophie's mom?"

"You put that so well," I said, feeling very foolish. 
We were sitting on the family room sofa, half-watching 
a TV show. I was wearing PJs and Cathy a long 
nightshirt. Jack was upstairs studying and Marion and 
Dad were in the kitchen. 

"Dumb idea," I admitted. "I just... well, I think Joan, 
Mrs. Patterson, is a great lady. She's more think 
Sophie's older sister than a mother. And I'd like her 
to be happy."

"Sounds like you should fuck her," she said, only half 
joking. "And she can teach her husband the new tricks. 
Oh, I forgot, you're a one-woman man now that the red-
headed bitch has her claws in you."

"Would you stop calling Sophie a red-headed bitch," I 
said, exasperated. I knew that Cathy thought Sophie was 
terrific, and that it was her little game to call her 
names, but it bothered me this time.

Cathy stuck her tongue out at me and said, "I haven't 
had you in bed for over a week. I miss our sex."

"Come on," I said, "you and Jack fuck like rabbits. Two 
or three times a week, it seems to me."

"More like daily," she said and then grinned. "But it's 
not the same as when the two of you couldn't get enough 
of me. And Jack seems to be getting close to that 
brunette hussy bitch whore Wendy. Pretty soon I could 
be left with no handy cocks. I'll have to start dating 
jerks again, just to get laid... and why, when I have 
two jerks at home?"

I paused before responding, listening carefully to 
identify the sounds of conversation between Dad and 
Marion in the other side of the house. Feeling 
relatively safe, I slid next to Cathy on the coach and 
grabbed her wrists and held then in one hand, behind 
her back. I shoved my free hand under her nightshirt 
and up against her sex. She was only slightly moist, 
but got wetter as I worked a finger back and forth in 
her sex.

"The slut needs a hard cock, huh?" I whispered.

"Yes," she said, her lips forming a cute pout.

"Mr. Patterson has a hard cock," I said.

"I want yours," she said.

"Maybe we could work out a deal," I said, sliding a 
second finger into her warm wetness. "I'll take you 
upstairs and fuck your brains out if you'll think---
just think about--- Mr. Patterson."

"Okay," she said, her eyes filled with lust. "I'll 
think about it."	

                        - o -

During the middle of the week, when I knew that Sophie 
would be at school until late afternoon, I stopped off 
at her house. Joan Patterson told me that Sophie wasn't 
home, but invited me in anyway and offered me a soda. 
Angela was home, so I suggested we sit in the backyard 
and talk.

"I'm been thinking about Bill," I said once we sitting 
on the benches facing one another. It was a warm spring 
day and Joan was wearing a cotton dress. Her slender 
legs were bare except for sandals at the feet.

"Oh?"

"What would you think about giving him a birthday or 
anniversary present? Say, a weekend with the same girl 
who taught me about sex."

Joan laughed, then looked at me again and said, "You're 
serious!"

"Yes, I am."

"Gee, I don't know," she said, shaking her head.

"He'll be a changed man," I said.

"Yeah, he might never come back."

"He's not that big of a fool," I said, meaning it. I 
really liked Joan.

"You're very kind, Jake. I think we got a little out of 
control the other day. It was fun joking about this, 
but I wouldn't have the nerve to actually do anything."

"Why not?" I said. "It really could work. What do you 
think your husband's gonna do when his beautiful wife 
tells him she wants more and different sex with him... 
when she says that she's arranged for a young, sexy 
girl to teach him a few things. He'd be nuts not to go 
for it."

"How young?" she said, a little jealous, I thought. 
"Who is she?"

"Twenty-ish," I said, "and neither you nor Bill will 
ever know her identity. She's clean, free of any 
diseases, and very... imaginative"

"Jake, I really appreciate the thought, but..." she 
shook her head, but I could tell she was intrigued. 
Angela came out and announced that she was going over 
to a friend's house. We rose and followed her inside, 
then watched as she left. Now that Sophie had pointed 
it out, I noticed that Angela looked at me whenever she 
could, and was always smiling. This left me alone with 
Joan, and we strolled into the kitchen.

"There are really only two alternatives," I said as we 
stood in the kitchen. "Either we figure out how to 
educate your husband, or we figure out how to educate 
you."

I walked slowly toward Joan and here eyes widened. "No, 
Jake... don't be silly." 

She took a step back, then another as I advanced. 
"Jake, for God's sake, you're my daughter's boyfriend." 
Her back was now against the kitchen counter, and I had 
her cornered. I advanced until my body pressed up 
against hers, then placed my hands down on the counter 
on either side of her.

"Jake!" she said, bending backwards to avoid me, but 
this pressed her abdomen even harder into the growing 
bulge in my pants. I could see in her eyes that she 
felt it too.

"Ah, Sophie," I said. "That's why I think the first 
plan is best. I wouldn't be able to go along with the 
second option, and make love to you myself, without 
Sophie's okay."

I brought my hands slowly up her arms and smiled into 
her flushed face. "It's for a good cause, her parent's 
marital happiness, and I'm sure she'd agree to loan me 
to you."

"Jake, now stop this!" she said.

My hands were now at her shoulders, and slid them over 
to her slender neck, then behind, and slowly pulled her 
toward me.

"As much as I'm attracted to you," I said, low and soft 
and I eased her face closer to mine, "I don't think it 
would be as good a plan." Her eyes closed as I lowered 
my lips to hers and kissed her softly. 

"I'd enjoy it immensely, having sex with you," I said 
and kissed her again, harder this time. I kissed her 
again, a long, wet kiss that had us both breathing hard 
when we broke. She was no longer resisting me so I 
loosened my hands from behind her neck and ran the back 
on one hand down her cheek. Her green eyes opened and 
stared at me with desperation.

"Please... don't," she said, her voice trembling.

I firmly and quickly turned her around and pushed her 
up tummy up against the counter, holding her there with 
a hand in the middle of her back. Her hands braced 
themselves on the counter surface. I reached under the 
back of her dress until I found the waistband of her 
panties and yanked them down to mid-thigh.

"My guess is your husband would get suspicious when, 
all of the sudden, it was *you* who began bringing new 
techniques and desires into your bed," I said. My 
fingers found her sex and plunged inside the steamy 
wetness.

"Oh, God," she cried.

"Tell me, would Bill find it unusual if his beautiful 
young wife knelt before him, not in the privacy of your 
dimly-lit bedroom but here in the kitchen, unbuttoned 
his pants and took his cock into her mouth. Would he 
become suspicious when you showed him that you could 
take his hard cock all the way into your tight throat?"

"Please," she cried. I had three fingers in her box, 
but was careful not to overly excite her clit. She was 
already as hot as a firecracker.

"What could he possible think when his sweet wife 
begins to greet him at the door wearing sexy 
lingerie... and insists that he fuck her in the living 
room, bent obscenely over a chair. Would he buy your 
story that you read about this in Cosmo, when you ask 
him to tie you up and spank you before he fucks you?"

"Ohhhh," she moaned.

I paused to coat my thumb in her slick wetness then 
slid it up to her anus. She tensed as I rubbed my thumb 
over her rosette. I moved my other hand from her back 
around her front and grasped a breast firmly. As I 
pulled her upright, toward me, I pinched her nipple 
through her dress and bra and forced my thumb an inch 
or so into her ass.

"Oh god!" she cried.

"He wont for a minute buy the Cosmo cover-story when 
his wife begs him to fuck his cock into her nasty ass, 
will he?" My voice was low and husky as I spoke 
directly in her ear. When she moaned and didn't answer, 
I repeated the question, but softer this time, almost a 
whisper.

"Will he believe you, Joan, that you haven't taken a 
lover?"

"No," she said.

"Everything I described, Joan, he'd do that with you if 
he knew how wonderful it would be, for both of you. 
Tell me, Joan, would you like that?"

"Oh yes," she said.

"If I let you cum now, will you think about my offer? 
The first one?"

"Yes, please, make me cum!"

I moved the fingers in her cunt so they rubbed against 
her clit while my other hand tweaked her erect nipple. 
She came in just a few moments, crying out as her 
climax raced through her body in waves of pleasure. I 
felt a spray on my fingers as she came, just like her 
daughter. When she finished, she would have collapsed 
on the floor if not for my bowling ball grip of her ass 
and cunt. I eased my hand free and sat her gently on 
the floor, her back up against a cabinet and washed 
myself up in the kitchen sink.

"I'll need to know when she might be available", said 
Joan Patterson, her eyes closed and her expression 
serene. "And how much she will charge." 

I walked over to where she was sitting, bent over and 
kissed the top of her head.

"I'll call you tonight." 

	
Chapter Eight: "Sophie's Choice" 

I was quite worried about what I had done to and with 
Joan Patterson. I'd intended to just tease her into 
supporting my proposal that her husband and Cathy get 
together by emphasizing that the logical alternative 
was an affair with her daughter's sixteen year-old 
boyfriend. Or a dull sex life. But my passions got out 
of control and I practically assaulted her in her 
kitchen, and now I was stuck. 

Stuck because I had not yet really convinced Cathy to 
do it. Now that it was more real, and I had to come up 
with a plan in order to convince her to go through with 
it, I found myself thinking through the details of how 
this might work. I was stumped. I was pretty sure that 
Bill Patterson had never met Cathy, and wouldn't know 
her as my sister, but I knew it would be folly to 
assume he wouldn't meet her in the future. If it 
happened and Joan and Bill ever talked about all of 
this it would be easy for them to put two and two 
together and conclude that my sister and I had had an 
incestuous affair. 

Cathy would have to be disguised, I concluded. But how? 
I finally decided to bring Jack into my confidence and 
it turned out he had some good ideas. 

"Her eyes are really quite distinctive. I'd start 
there, and get her some contact lenses that change her 
eye color from blues to brown or gray. Then I'd pay 
attention to hair and her dress. If she's gonna be 
bumping and grinding with this guy for a whole weekend, 
you can forget a wig. I'd just have her dye her hair, 
not so different that dad will go nuts... just slightly 
lighter, maybe. And she could wear it in a different 
style just for that weekend. She dresses like a 
seventeen year-old high school student, and you want 
her to look older. Maybe she could borrow one of 
Marion's business suits... yeh, that's it, I don't 
think I'd recognize Cathy in a business suit and 
heels." 

"But, Jack, the business suit is gonna be on for how 
long?" 

"Good point," said Jack, laughing. "But I still think 
it would work. If this guy ever meets Cathy, say six 
months from now, dressed as she usually is, with her 
bright blue eyes, there's no way he'd know she was the 
girl who fucked his brains out." 

I felt much better having sketched this out with Jack. 
I moved on to finding a place that they could stay and 
flipped through the yellow pages. I found an Inn that 
was advertised as romantic with separate bungalows "for 
that get away weekend." I called them up and got all 
the information. After a second set of calls I found an 
optometrist with non-prescription "theatrical" contact 
lenses, and they could fit her in less than an hour. 

I brought all this to Cathy and found her as skeptical 
as I feared. After discussing it and pleading with her 
for ninety minutes she finally agreed on the condition 
that I grant her 10 "whatevers". She defined a 
"whatever" as a promise that if there was ever a time 
she wanted something from me, and I was physically able 
to do it, I must. We also settled on a $250 cost to the 
Patterson's for her services. 

"Now when you call me a whore, you'll be accurate." 

                       - o - 

But what about Sophie? I was concerned that she and her 
mother would talk, given their very close relationship. 
Would Joan tell Sophie that I had trapped her against 
the kitchen counter and brought her to a screaming 
orgasm with my fingers in her cunt and ass? I was dead 
if she did. 

With some trepidation, I went over there on Friday 
night for our date. I walked because Cathy was using 
her car. Sophie had arranged to borrow the family 
sedan, so we wouldn't have to walk downtown. Our loose 
plan was to grab a bite to eat and see a movie. 

Angela let me in, and nearly swooned when I said, "My 
goodness, Angela, those eighth-grade boys must be going 
out of their minds over you." 

"Oh, but they're so... immature," she said, her eyes 
beaming. She led me into the kitchen where I found 
Bill, Joan and Ralph finishing up their dinner. Bill 
lectured me good naturedly about driving carefully with 
their car and daughter. Ralph took that opportunity to 
escape, probably to go play Nintendo or something. I 
glanced at Joan a couple of times, furtively, and found 
her watching me with her usual attentive expression, 
but with an expression of self-satisfied humor. 

"She's enjoying my discomfort," I thought to myself. 

"Let me clear the table," said Joan and I quickly 
offered to help, referring the mundane chores to 
sitting with Bill and finding safe things to talk 
about. I was also looking for an opportunity to slip 
Joan a note that laid out the details of my proposal. 
After a few minutes Bill left the kitchen and I was 
alone with Mrs. Patterson. 

"Am I safe?" she asked, her lips curved into a sly 
smile. 

"Yes," I said, then whispered conspiratorially, "too 
many people around, and you're wearing pants." 

Joan laughed softly and asked, "Do you have the info I 
need. I want to spring it on him tonight." 

I pulled the note from my pocket and gave it to her, 
and she had just enough time to tuck it into her rear 
pocket before Sophie came in. I kicked myself for not 
asking Joan if she had told Sophie about the other day. 

                      - o - 

Eating pizza at one of our favorite hangouts, Sophie 
asked me, "Have you made any plans for our next... 
y'know, time together." 

"Not really," I said, and then admitted that I'd been 
distracted of late. 

"Then you wont mind if I take some initiative," she 
said, her eyes sparkling. 

"Heavens, no," I said. 

In her parent's wagon, she directed me in the opposite 
direction to the movie theater, but wouldn't tell me 
where we were going. It was a beautiful, mild spring 
night, and Sophie was dressed in a short-sleeved blouse 
and Levis. After ten minutes of driving, following her 
directions, we pulled into a parking spot across the 
street from the largest park in Charlottesville. Sophie 
opened the trunk and directed me to carry the two 
blankets that were there. She pulled out a large 
shoulder bag. 

It was just after dark when we entered the park. I'd 
been here several times before, but it was clear that 
Sophie knew it much better. She led us on a ten-minute 
walk along various paths until she pulled out a 
flashlight from her bag and turned it on. 

"Yes," she said, excitement in her voice. "This is the 
place." 

Leading with the flashlight, Sophie went off the path 
and through some bushes, following a narrow gap in the 
greenery. 

"Where are you taking us," I said, whispering. 

"I found this spot by accident awhile ago," came 
Sophie's voice, "in daylight, obviously." We came out 
of the dense shrubbery into a small clearing, perhaps 
twenty feet by thirty. The ground was grassy and 
relatively flat. A large elm tree rose from one side of 
the clearing, and the moon light filtered through its 
branches to give the space an eerie feeling. 

"I want to make love to you here," said Sophie. 

We laid out the blankets, one on top of the other and 
quickly discarded our clothes. Aside from some 
background noise of insects, it was very quiet and I 
could hear the sound of Sophie's removing her clothes 
and then the sound of her breathing as I stepped nude 
onto the blankets. I moved toward the dark shape a few 
feet away and soon had my arms wrapped around Sophie's 
body and my mouth on hers. Standing in a close embrace, 
her erect nipples pressing into my chest, my cock hard 
against her belly, we kissed for several minutes. My 
hands slid down to her ass and I held firmly to the 
flesh of her ass while we kissed. 

"Fuck me," she said when we broke. "I want your cock in 
me, now." 

We dropped to our knees, kissing again, then I laid her 
on her back. She urged me on with her hands and words, 
wanting my cock in her quickly, as I felt in the 
darkness for her sex, and found it hot, wet and open. 
Holding my cock in one hand, I managed to find her 
again in the dim light and position the head up against 
her pussy. As I adjusted my self over her, preparing to 
enter her, her hands grabbed my ass and pulled me 
forward. I barely managed to fall on my elbows, instead 
of fully on Sophie, as my cock bottomed out in her 
incredibly tight cunt. 

"Yessssss!" she cried. 

"Jesus," I said, my head swimming from her urgency and 
the incredible feeling of my cock in her cunt. 

"Fuck me, Jake... hard!" 

I did as she wanted, driving my cock into her as fast 
as her tightness would allow, feeling telling 
sensations begin to build in my balls almost 
immediately, warning me that I was losing control and 
would cum very quickly. Sophie's hips were rotating 
beneath me, pushing back against me as I fucked her, 
and I gave up any attempt to postpone the inevitable. 

"I'm gonna cum!" I cried and pounded even harder into 
her churning, vice-like cunt. 

"Yes! Cum in me, now!" 

I managed another six or eight thrusts before the cum 
raced from my balls, down my cock and into Sophie's 
womb. I was relieved when Sophie cried out almost 
immediately and came, her cunt releasing it's own 
ejaculate against my cock and balls... throbbing, 
gripping, spasming around my driving cock. 

                      - o - 

"I'm concerned about my mother," said Sophie. It was 
five minutes or so since the fireworks of our furious 
quickie fuck had concluded. My half-hard cock was still 
buried in her cunt, and we'd been talking quietly in 
the dim light, kissing, and enjoying the post-coital 
intimacy. Her last comment caught me off guard, and my 
cock jerked in her sex. 

"How should I take that," she said and then giggled. "I 
mention my mother and your cock comes alive." 

I deflected that one with, "The question is, why are 
you talking about Joan when I've got my cock in your 
cunt?" 

She rotated her hips a bit, and my cock stiffened some 
more. 

"Hmmm, that's nice," she purred. After a minute she 
said, "My mom's kinda sexy, don't you think." 

"She's my second favorite Patterson," I said, but my 
cock betrayed me and jerked anew in Sophie's sex. 

Sophie laughed softly and said, "Don't worry. I know 
you like her a lot and I would be shocked if your 
imaginative mind hadn't thought about fucking her." 

The moon had risen and my eyes were more accustom to 
the light. I looked down into Sophie's face and said, 
"Guilty as charged." 

"That's my point, Jake. She's still young, very pretty, 
in great shape... I can't figure out why my dad 
doesn't... isn't more active... attentive." 

"Might he be having an affair?" 

"I thought about that. No, I don't think so." 

"Well maybe... maybe he's got her up on a pedestal... 
she's the mother of his children and he can't reconcile 
that with a woman who wants and enjoys sex. Or maybe 
they've just never been exposed to great sex." 

Sophie was silent for a minute and I realized that my 
elbows were getting a bit sore holding my weight up off 
Sophie. I rolled the two of us on our sides but Sophie 
surprised me and kept rolling until she was on top of 
me. In no hurry now she began riding my cock, slowly. I 
put my hands behind me head and watched her in the 
moonlight. Her large breasts swayed as she moved, the 
dark nipples moving in small circles. 

"This is gonna sound strange," she said. I listened for 
more but could hear only her breathing in the night, 
and the wet sounds of our union. Finally she said, "I 
think you should have an affair with mom." 

I was stunned to say the least. Speechless. I had 
threatened her mother with just this and even led her 
to believe that Sophie would approve. But it was mostly 
a bluff to get her support for my plan for Bill and 
Cathy. 

"You still there," asked Sophie when I didn't respond. 

"I'm here," I said. "Just stunned, I guess." 

"Think about it," she said, then was silent for the 
next five minutes as she rode me, slowly at first and 
then with increasing speed, until at the end she was 
bouncing hard and fast on my cock. I reached my hands 
up and found her breasts, then her nipples, and held 
them between my forefinger and thumb as she rode me 
through a long orgasm then collapsed on top of me. 

"What sex haven't we tried?" she asked later. We were 
lying together like spoons on the blankets, my front to 
her back, my cock nestled against her ass. 

"Remember when I tied you up, and you made me spank you 
before you obeyed?" I asked, stroking her thigh. 

"Uh huh," she said. "That was nice." 

"Mmmm," I said. "That's called domination and 
submission, or d&s for short. It can be done either 
way, with the man or woman as the 'top' or the dominant 
one. The 'bottom' is the sex slave for the other." 

"Okay. I'll give that a nine point five." 

"Nine point five?" 

"On the Sophie Patterson scale of interest," she 
explained. "One to ten." 

"Which way, top or bottom?" I asked. 

"I'd like to try both, Jake. I know I like being tied 
up." 

"And spanked," I added. 

"Not too hard, though," she said and snuggled up 
against me. "Go on... what else?" 

"There's anal sex, Sophie. That's where I fuck you in 
the ass." My cock was wedged between her ass and 
thighs, and it jerked as I said this. 

"You've tried this?" she asked. "I'm not gonna ask you 
if you want to try it with me... your cock tells me you 
do." 

"I have tried it, and I want to introduce you to it. I 
think you'll like it." 

"I liked it when you put your finger there... But, to 
be honest, Jake, I can't imagine your cock fitting 
there. It's gotta hurt." 

"Let's give it a one on your scale, and we'll try it 
when we have the time to do it right. If it turns out 
you don't like it, that'll be fine." 

"It's a deal. What else?" 

"The d&s stuff is an example of game-playing. I've 
found it very erotic to play parts before and during 
sex." 

"Yes," said Sophie, "Nine point oh." 

"Let me think... In the interest of time, given that 
it's after ten o'clock and you're expected home by 
eleven, I focused on the sex that's possible between 
one man and one woman," I said. "I skipped over 
homosexual sex, three-ways, four-ways and all that." 

"Three-ways, huh?" she said. "Would you share me with 
another man?" 

"Another woman maybe," I teased and she laughed. I 
added, "you and the other women could lick each other 
while I recovered." 

Sophie sighed and then giggled. "But if it was another 
man, I could fuck him while you recovered." 

I playfully slapped her on the ass and she chuckled. I 
moved Sophie onto her front and moved behind her. She 
got on all fours and I positioned my cock at her cunt 
and pushed it in. 

"Maybe we should both have an affair with your mom," I 
said, after a few minutes of fucking her. "In this 
position, you could eat your mom's pussy while I fuck 
you." 

"You're sick," she said but her hips pushed against me 
and rotated as I fucked her. 

"Oh, yeah?" I said and then reminded her that it was 
she who brought up the idea of me fucking her mom. 

"And when we do try anal sex," I continued, "and I'm 
behind you like this, fucking your tight ass... Joan 
can lie beneath you and lick your pussy." I remembered 
how hard Cathy had cum when Jack and I double-teamed 
her in just that way. 

"Mmmm," she said. "Not even you... could get my 
mother... to do that... suck her daughter's... pussy... 
and watch you fuck... her ass" 

"I think all you Patterson's underestimate your 
mother's sex drive," I said, remembering how hard she 
had cum when I had my fingers in her pussy, my thumb up 
her ass, and my other hand squeezing her breast. 

"She'll do it," I said, then concentrated on fucking 
Sophie, driving my cock into her cunt with increasing 
speed until we both came together. 


Chapter Nine: "The Plan Comes Together" 

I got a call from Joan Patterson Saturday afternoon. 

"He went for it," she said after introductions. 

"No kidding? That's great!" 

"Not only that," she said, "we had the best sex in 
years last night." She giggled and added, "and this 
morning." 

"That's terrific," I said. She told me she had made 
reservations in Bill's name at the Inn for the 
following weekend. We discussed some additional details 
and tied up the loose ends. 

"Do you forgive me for what I did to you," I asked, 
referring to my assault on her ass and cunt in her 
kitchen. 

"Yes," she said, "but only 'cause I know your heart's 
pure." 

I laughed and said, "You should know me better than 
that. It took a superhuman effort on my part not to, 
ah, take you right then." 

"I'll take that as a compliment," she said. "And my 
point remains, you could have fucked me," she 
emphasized the term that I had been too polite to name, 
"but you didn't." 

"I may still," I said. I heard a sharp intake of breath 
on the phone and dropped the bombshell. "Sophie wants 
me to have an affair with you." 

"No!" said Joan. 

"Yes," I said. "She's worried about you... about you 
and Bill." 

"Did you tell her about Bill? What we're up to?" 

"No, maybe I should," I said. 

There was a long pause before she said, "Maybe you 
shouldn't." 

My cock stiffened in my pants as I considering the 
implications of what she was saying. She wanted to keep 
Sophie in the dark about our plan so that she'd allow 
or even encourage Joan and I to have sex. 

"I think I see your point," I said after a brief delay. 

"Good," she said. "How did you respond when Sophie 
suggested we have an affair?" 

"I admitted that I wanted to fuck you," I said, "but 
she knew that already." 

"She did, huh," said Joan. 

"Yes," I said. "While we were talking I had my cock 
buried in your daughter's cunt, and every time she 
mentioned your name... well, she could feel my 
reaction." 

"My goodness, Jake," she said. "You think of me while 
you fuck my daughter?" 

"Not usually, no," I said. "But she brought you up." 

Joan laughed and said, "I'm crestfallen. But you 
haven't answered my question---how did you respond." 

"Right then, I told her I'd think about it. Later... it 
came up again." 

"Oh?" 

"I should set the scene. Sophie was asking about all 
the different kinds of sex, including three-ways. 
Sophie was intrigued with having another man and I was 
teasing her about wanting another women to join us. 
Anyway, we began fucking again---" 

"Which way," interrupted Joan, her voice unsteady. 

I smiled to myself and decided to embellish the story. 
"Sophie was on all fours and I was behind her, fucking 
your daughter like a dog." 

"Oh!" said Sophie's mom. 

"Real hard, just slamming my cock into her cunt... 
rutting into her... feeling the walls of her cunt pulse 
around my cock as I fucked her like a bitch in heat." 

I paused and heard Joan's breathing in the phone. 

"And?" said Joan after a delay. 

"And I told her how she could be eating a woman's cunt 
while I fuck her, or how another woman could lie 
beneath her and eat Sophie's cunt while I fucked 
Sophie's ass." 

"Oh, God!" cried Joan. 

"I suggested that the other woman be you, Joan. I told 
Sophie that I wanted the two of us to have an affair 
with you." 

I heard a sharp intake of breath and gently put the 
phone back on the hook, ending the call. 

                       - o - 

I had Sophie over for an early afternoon supper at my 
house on Sunday. Jack and Cathy were there as was Dad 
and Marion. For the first time ever, Marion had spent 
the night and she had that unmistakable well-fucked 
look when she came down for breakfast. Cathy and Jake 
had fucked as well, I was sure. 

"I'm the only guy one who didn't get laid last night," 
I thought to myself and hoped that I could find some 
relief with Sophie later in the day. The supper was a 
big hit, all of us talking and laughing. Marion and dad 
seemed much more relaxed now that the sex part of their 
relationship didn't need to be hidden. 

"So, when are you two getting married," asked Sophie as 
we sat around after finishing the meal, drinking 
coffee. 

"I might ask the same question to you, young lady," 
said my dad in his best imitation of himself talking to 
a criminal suspect. 

Sophie handled it very well. "You're just as bad as 
Jake is, always trying to escape giving a straight 
answer. Is this in the family genes?" 

"Well, it's not in my genes," offered Marion. 

"Do tell," said Sophie. 

Marion learned toward Sophie and whispered, but all of 
us could hear. "He's too set in his ways to ask me. 
That's my guess. He knows I'll say yes, and move all my 
stuff in here, and he'll have to share his bedroom and 
bathroom with a woman. Really old guys like Jerry here 
have a hard time changing with the times." Marion's 
voice took on a southern drawl as she concluded, "He'd 
rather just compromise my sweet, previously un-
blemished reputation my having me on the side." 

My father broke out laughing and we all joined in. When 
the laughter ended he got up from his chair and knelt 
on one knee next to Sophie. He took her hand in his, 
brought it to his lips and kissed it. 

"My dear Marion..." he began. 

"Wrong girl," said Sophie, giggling. Dad made a big 
show of his mistake, muttered that his eyes were going 
in his old age, then knelt next to Marion. 

"My dear Marion," he began, again, his voice grave and 
serious. 

"Yes, dear?" 

I for one expected him to ask her to take out the trash 
or something but he surprised me and said, "Would you 
end my sufferin' by agreein' to accept this humble and 
heartfelt offer of marriage." 

Watching Marion's face, I could tell she was surprised 
as well. 

"Would you agree to become my wife?" This was offered 
in his usual tone of voice. He wasn't kidding. 

Marion paused for just a second before saying, "Shit 
yes, Jerry." 

"Jesus Fucking Christ, Marion, you know my rules about 
not swearing in front of the kids." 

Bedlam ensued, as we all rushed to congratulate the two 
of them. 

                       - o - 

Sophie and I managed to sneak up into my room a half-
hour later, while dad and Marion poured over the real 
estate section, scanning for possible new homes. They 
decided very quickly that it would be difficult to fit 
Marion and her daughter Jessica in our current house. I 
gave Jack the signal and led Sophie upstairs. 

"I've been thinking about our conversation the other 
night," she said while we tore off our clothes. We had 
no time to waste and with ninety seconds of entering 
the room and locking the door, Sophie was on her back 
on my twin bed and I was easing my cock into her 
wetness. 

"That narrows it down to about two hundred things," I 
said after driving to the hilt in her steamy cunt. 

I looked into her face and saw her blush. "Y'know, 
three-ways." 

"Oh," I said, sliding my cock back and forth inside 
her. 

Sophie blushed again, sighed, then said, "What about 
him?" She motioned with her head to Jack's empty bed on 
the other side of the room. 

"You want to fuck my brother?" I said and she blushed 
furiously. I repeated the question again and punctuated 
it with a particularly brutal lunge into her cunt. 

"Ahhh... well, I was just thinking." 

I smiled at her and said, "I can't see what you see in 
him." 

Sophie laughed and began moving her hips, pushing back, 
squirming deliciously while I steadily fucked into her. 

"I'd rather our first three-way be with your mom," I 
said, and kissed her long and hard. 

"I don't see what... you see in her," panted Sophie 
when we broke off the kiss. 

"Mmmm," I said. "I want to fuck her, as you well know. 
But I'd also love to see mother and daughter... head to 
tail... sucking each other's pussies." 

"Jake!" she said, "there's no way... she'd do that." 

"What about you? Would you like to go down on your 
mother's pussy? I could show you how, and show her how 
to eat you out." 

"Oh, God, Jake... just fuck me... cum in me," she 
cried. 

She was close to the edge but I slowed and stopped. I 
grabbed her hands in mine and held them over her head. 

"I'll make you a deal," I said. "I'll arrange a three-
way with Jack. We'll both take turns fucking and 
sucking you until you beg us to stop." 

Her eyes went big and she said, "Really?" 

"Uh huh," I said. 

Her eyes narrowed and she frowned, "And you want me to 
talk my mom into fucking both of us." Her excitement 
dimmed. 

"No," I said, and she perked up again. "I'll talk your 
mom into it. You just support me when I talk to her." 

"And if she says no... when she says no." 

"Then I'll thank you for trying and Jack and I will 
fuck your brains out." 

"It's a deal," she said. "Now, if you don't mind... I 
want you to fill my pussy with your cum." 

                      - o - 

Before Marion left to pick up her daughter later in the 
day, Cathy approached her with some excuse to borrow 
one of her business suits for the following weekend. 
Marion said yes, of course, and suggested she come over 
to her apartment mid-week to try them on and choose 
some accessories. 

Originally quite skeptical about "training" Bill 
Patterson, Cathy now thought of it as an exciting 
adventure. She and Jack had added a few things to her 
disguise. Jack was a drama fan, often in various plays 
and musicals at school, and coached her on posture and 
gait. Instead of Cathy's normal relaxed way of sitting, 
standing and walking, Jake had her walking around the 
house with a plate on her head until she was used to 
keeping her back very straight while she walked. 

He lengthened her stride at the same time, making her 
gait very purposeful. Cathy's contribution was to dye 
her dirty-blond pubic hair a little darker, to a medium 
brown. When seen in combination with her hair, dyed 
even blonder than it naturally was, anyone would assume 
that she was a natural brown-haired girl. 

She had also purchased some sexy lingerie from 
Victoria's secret, and was scripting how she'd use the 
twenty-eight hours she'd have with her pupil from 
Saturday noon to sometime Sunday afternoon. 

In the week prior to that Saturday, Jack got quite a 
workout from Cathy, as she thought through her upcoming 
scenes with Bill and wanted to rehearse them with Jack. 
I got drafted twice, as Cathy used two of the 
"whatevers" I had agreed to pay her in exchange for her 
training of Bill. The first time Cathy practiced 
stripping in front of me, down to garters, stockings 
and a half bra, then climbed on my chair, her knees 
balanced on her cushioned arms, and had me eat her out 
while I finger-fucked her ass. 

The second time she had me blind-folded, and rode on 
top of me while she verbally described a half-dozen 
sexy vignettes, and asked me [as Bill] to describe how 
I might set up the same feeling and excitement with 
Joan. I lasted only through the second one---a tale of 
piracy on the open sea, where a high-born woman is 
abducted and raped repeatedly by the pirate leader---
before cumming in Cathy's cunt. 

"I guess six is too many," she said after my cock had 
finished emptying its load in her cunt. 

                      - o - 

"When can we do it?" I asked Sophie about seducing her 
mother into a three-way. It was Wednesday, and we were 
walking home from school. 

"I'm still pretty sure she wont go for it," said 
Sophie. 

In actuality, I had called Joan the night before and 
talked her into it. I could tell from both Sophie and 
Joan that the idea of having sex with each other was 
both exciting and uncomfortable. Joan had agreed only 
because that was my condition for fucking her. Sophie 
had agreed because she wanted me to get Jack signed up 
for a three-way, and she still believed that her mother 
was too straight-laced to go through with it. 

"But as it happens my dad is away this weekend, to a 
golf school," said Sophie. I knew from Joan that she 
and Bill had agreed on this cover story, and that they 
had casually told their kids last night. 

"That leaves Ralph and dear, sweet Angela," I said and 
Sophie whacked me on the shoulder. 

"Is she next, Jake?" she said, her voice radiating 
anger but her eyes were sparkling. 

"Let's worry about Joan Patterson, not Angela," I said. 

"You're being evasive again," she said. 

"As are you," I countered. "Back to my questions. How 
do we get your siblings out of the house for Saturday 
night, so we can spring this on Joan? Start with 
Ralph." 

"Oh, Ralph's easy," she said. She went on to explain 
that his best friend had a super-big TV attached to the 
latest video game system and that Ralph was always 
begging to sleep over. She agreed to suggest to Ralph 
that he set it up. 

"And Angela," I said. As it happened, we were maybe a 
hundred yards from Sophie's house and Angela was out in 
front with a girlfriend. They had their backpacks at 
their feet, having just come home from junior high, and 
were talking. Angela's still-boyish body and lemon 
sized tits drew my attention as we approached. 

"What are we going to do to get that sweet piece of 
jail-bait out of the house so I don't have to fuck 
three Patterson cunts?" I said in a conversational 
tone. 

"You try to fuck my thirteen-year old sister, buster, 
and I'll cut your cock off with a dull knife," she said 
this is a breezy tone, smiling, as we approached. 

"Party pooper," I said under my breath. 

"Hi, Jake," bubbled Angela, who then introduced me to 
her friend. 

"Hi, babe," I said to Angela, who blushed. I then said 
hello to her friend and shook her hand. 

We went into the house, and Sophie excused herself to 
find Ralph. I helped myself to a coke and sat in the 
kitchen. Angela came in a moment later and got her own 
soda and sat down with me. 

"What's happening?" she asked. 

"Just hanging," I said, looking into the familiar 
Patterson-green eyes of this girl who had such a crush 
on me, and would probably jump off a cliff if I asked. 
That thought gave me an idea. 

"Angela, hon, I was wondering if you could do me a huge 
favor." 

"Anything," she said. 

"Well... I don't get a chance to spend much time here 
with your sister and, y'know, talk and... everything." 

"But you're here all the time," she said, missing my 
point. 

"I mean... alone," I said, then added, "I'm sure you 
like to have time to hang with your boy friends, 
without having other people around to... y'know... 
talk." 

Her face flushed then she quickly covered it with a 
serious expression, wanting to come across as more 
mature than thirteen. She knew I didn't want to be 
alone with Sophie just to talk, but her desire to 
please me overcame her jealousy for her sister. 

"I know exactly what you mean, Jake," she said. 

"I was hoping you could find some excuse to be away 
this Saturday night... maybe stay over at a girlfriends 
house?" 

Her face took on a thoughtful expression and, on an 
impulse, I added, "I didn't suggest that you spend the 
night at a boyfriends house 'cause I dug what you said 
the other day... that boys your age are immature. 
Girl's mature so much faster." As I was saying this 
last comment I let my eyes drop to her cute little 
breasts then back up into her face. 

She blushed furiously and I pretended not to notice and 
took a long swallow of my drink. 

"I'll spent the night at Carolyn's house, Jake," she 
said after recovering her composure. 

I covered her hand in mine and said, "Gee, that's great 
Angela." 

Angela pulled her hand out from under mine as she heard 
someone approaching. 

                       - o - 

Saturday morning was filled with excitement at my 
house. Jack had taken a personal interest in helping 
get Cathy ready. He'd carefully trimmed her nut-brown 
pubic hair, and shaved it so it was a neat triangle 
just above her lips. After her morning bowel movement, 
he gave her an enema to better prepare her for Bill's 
early afternoon lesson in anal sex. 

She dressed in stockings, garter and half-bra, panties 
that snapped open at the crotch, high heels, a pink 
blouse and Marion's navy blue suit. Black opal earrings 
and a matching necklace completed the outfit. Cathy 
didn't wear makeup as a rule but had a subtle shade of 
lipstick and had donned eyeliner and a bit of eyeshade 
as well. 

I saw her only after she was dressed and made up, and 
was astonished at the makeover. She looked like she was 
in her low-to-mid-twenties, instead of seventeen, and 
with her hair colored and styled differently, and her 
eyes a different color, I would not have recognized her 
as Cathy. She was also as sexy as hell. She wasn't cute 
and sexy, like she normally was, and she wasn't whorish 
and sexy, as she could be at times. She was elegant, 
understated but still incredibly sexy. 

I dropped her off at a downtown hotel, and drove around 
and waited until she exited at the revolving doors on 
the other side. She signaled the doorman and he rushed 
to hail a cab, and Cathy strode purposely up to it, 
swung her small overnight bag off her shoulder and 
stepped into the open door of the cab. The doorman and 
every other male in the vicinity stopped and stared as 
this elegantly dressed woman tucked her shapely legs 
into the cab. 

Then she was gone. 

                      - o -  

I arrived at the Patterson's house in mid-afternoon. I 
left my overnight bag in the car. Sophie knew about 
tonight but probably still doubted if Joan would go for 
it. Joan had agreed but didn't know it was set for 
tonight. 

Ralph had already left when I got there as, of course, 
had Bill. Joan was out grocery shopping and Sophie was 
showering when I arrived. Angela was packed for 
spending the night at her friend's house, and I 
volunteered to drive her over. We hopped into my car 
and I started the engine. 

"I really appreciate this, Angela." 

"No problem, Jake," she said, then added, "are you and 
Sophie gonna, y'know, have sex?" 

"Is this a private conversation?" I asked. 

"Yes, absolutely," she said, and crossed herself. 

"Yes, I think so... if we can get your mom out of the 
house, maybe to a movie or something." 

"You've done it before... with Sophie." 

"Yes, several times, Angela." 

"Oh." She was silent while we pulled out and began 
driving across town to her friends house. 

"I like you a lot, Jake," she said when we were stopped 
at a traffic light. 

"I know you do. And I think you're terrific. It bothers 
you, doesn't it, that I'm crazy in love with your 
sister." 

"Yes... I guess it does," she said. 

"And it bothers you that I might be making love to 
Sophie tonight... instead of you." 

"Uh huh," she said. The light turned green and I drove 
on. 

"Do you think I'm too young?" she asked. 

"Probably," I said. "But it depends on the person. 
You'll know when you're ready, when you find the right 
guy." 

"I've found him," she said, with surprising conviction. 
I glanced over and she had a shy smile on her face. 
"Trouble is, he's in love with my big ugly sister." 

I laughed. The rest of the trip was uneventful, until 
we got to her friend's house. I put the car in park and 
turned to say good-bye and found to my surprise that 
Angela had moved over on the bench seat and her face 
was no more than an inch or two from mine. She moved 
quickly in and kissed me, her lips spreading mine and 
her tongue sliding inside. In the middle of this long, 
wet, thrilling kiss she dropped her hand in my lap and 
left my growing bulge. 

"Thought so," she said when she broke the kiss. 
Smiling, she said good-bye, hopped out of the car and 
dashed down the driveway and in. 


Chapter Ten: "Mother and Daughter"

When I returned to the Patterson's house I found Sophie 
in the kitchen helping Joan put away a dozen bags of 
groceries. I pitched in and we quickly finished. Joan 
poured three glasses of iced tea and we went out to the 
patio to drink them. It was a warm spring day, and Joan 
was wearing shorts, a tee shirt and sandals. Sophie had 
on a sun dress and had her freshly washed hair wrapped 
in a towel.

"I figured with the kids off tonight, maybe we could 
grill salmon steaks for dinner," said Joan. "Or do you 
two have plans?"

"We have plans, Joan, but the salmon sounds great," I 
said. I took a breath then added, "We figured, what 
with the kids and Bill gone tonight, that Sophie and I 
would introduce you to some interesting sex."

Joan shot a glance at Sophie then looked back at me. 
After several seconds of thought she said, "I should 
have known... Ralph and Angela sleeping over at 
friends' houses the same night that Bill is off, err, 
golfing, you planned all this, didn't you Jake?"

"Guilty as charged," I said.

She glanced at Sophie again and blushed.

"The ground rules are, you have to agree to make love 
to both of us," I said. "Not just me."

Mother and daughter looked at each other, their faces 
red. After an awkward moment Joan said, "I'll do it, if 
you will Sophie."

Sophie's eyes widened, and she reddened further. "Um, 
sure," the surprise in her voice clear.

Joan excused herself to take a shower, and I took the 
opportunity to come clean with Sophie, explaining the 
weekend we had set up for her father.

"Jesus Christ, you are one devious, scheming son-of-a-
bitch," she said when I had finished, but her tone was 
one of admiration.

                         - o -

I got my overnight bag from the car and Sophie and I 
went upstairs and entered the master bedroom. We could 
hear the shower running in the attached bathroom. I 
told Sophie to get undressed and quickly got out of my 
own clothes. I got a bottle of scented oil from my bag 
and told Sophie to lie face down on the king-sized bed. 
I straddled her on the bed and warmed the oil in my 
hands before applying it to her back and rubbing it in. 
I massaged the muscles of her neck, shoulders and upper 
back, then did each of her arms in turn.

The water was turned off in the bathroom as I eased 
myself lower, now sitting on Sophie's upper thighs, and 
began oiling and massaging her mid- and lower-back. I 
was working the oil and my fingers into the white flesh 
of Sophie's ass cheeks when the bathroom door opened 
and Joan came out.

"Oh my," she said.

"Hi there," I said and glanced over. She was dressed in 
a robe, tied loosely enough that I could see most of 
her legs through the gap below, and the swell of her 
breasts above. Her hand was covering her mouth in 
surprise as she looked from me to the glistening body 
of her daughter beneath me. I moved off of Sophie and 
knelt next to her and poured more oil into my hands 
then began massaging it into her thighs and legs. When 
I next looked up I found Joan next to the bed, staring 
down at Sophie's body.

"She's beautiful, isn't she," I said and hopped off the 
bed. Joan nodded and her eyes slowly left her daughter 
and went to me, immediately down to the mostly hard 
cock jutting straight out from my body.

"You're... huge," she said.

As I walked toward her, my cock pointing the way, her 
eyes remained on my cock until I stopped two feet from 
her. I saw her eyes come up slowly as she took in my 
body and then looked into my face. Her expression was 
one of excitement mixed with uncertainty.

I reached out and held the bathrobe tie in my hand and 
pulled in slowly until the loose knot unraveled and the 
robe fell open. I pushed the robe off her shoulders and 
it fell to a heap at her feet. Her breasts were much 
smaller than Sophie's but stood firm and proud from her 
chest, capped by long, stiff, rose-colored nipples. 
There was little evidence in her narrow waist or softly 
rounded stomach that this thirty-three year-old woman 
had given birth to three children. The patch of hair at 
the union of her slender thighs was neatly trimmed and 
finer, silkier than her daughter's. Her legs were 
perfectly shaped.

"You're beautiful," I said, quietly, then took her in 
my arms and kissed her softly. My cock was trapped 
between our bodies, a hard reminder of what was to 
come, as I kissed her. My hands slipped around her and 
held her ass as our tongues explored each other's 
mouths.

"Will you join us?" I asked when we broke, then led her 
to the edge of the bed where she sat. I climbed back up 
on the bed and finished oiling Sophie legs, massaging 
the muscles of her calves while she half-dozed.

"Turn over, Sophie. I want to do your front."

Sophie exhaled, sleepily, and began to rise. Then she 
seemed to change her mind and lowered herself back 
down.

"Make me," she said.

I smiled at Joan and said, "I may need your help." Joan 
climbed up on the bed and we got on either side of 
Sophie. I spanked her first, leaving a hand print on 
Sophie's left cheek, then nodded to Joan who promptly 
swatted the other cheek. We didn't spank her very hard, 
but continued taking turns spanking her until Sophie's 
husky voice called out to stop. My this point her ass 
was pink and quite warm to the touch.

She began to rise but I put my hand on her back, and 
said to Joan, "Check her for me, Joan. Is our little 
slut wet?"

Joan blushed but reached her hand between Sophie's 
spread thighs and announced that she was. When she 
pulled her hand out I held onto Joan's wrist and 
brought her fingers to me mouth and licked off the wet 
evidence of Sophie's excitement.

"You can turn over now," I said to Sophie, slapping her 
ass hard. Sophie winced but obeyed, and Joan stared 
with undisguised curiosity at the Sophie's body.

"Help me do her front," I suggested. Joan held a hand 
out and I poured oil in it, then it my own. Joan began 
at Sophie's feet, and I at her neck, and we began 
massaging the oil into her body. Sophie's eyes opened 
and she smiled at me before taking an audible breath 
and closing her eyes to concentrate on the sensations 
of four hands probing and massaging her body. I skipped 
over Sophie's breasts and did her stomach before 
returning to the melon-sized breasts at about the same 
time Joan was working her fingers into Sophie's upper 
thighs and hips. 

After finishing Sophie's breasts, her nipples were 
fully erect and she was breathing heavily. I slid one 
hand down and covered one of Joan's with it, then slid 
our two hands down the valley of Sophie's red pubic 
hair and over her cunt. I heard Sophie moan softly as 
two of her mother's finger slipped inside.

I edged down until I was opposite Joan, our faces 
inches away, and forced two of my own fingers into 
Sophie's hot snatch. Joan and I kissed as our fingers 
played in Sophie's cunt. After a minute I pulled our 
fingers out and brought hers up to my mouth and in to 
suck the juices. I held Joan's eyes in mine as I 
brought my juice-covered fingers up to Joan's lips. Her 
lips parted and my fingers eased inside, and it was 
very erotic to watch her suck them clean, tasting the 
juices of her daughter.

After my fingers were clean I edged up the bed and 
motioned for Joan to join me. When she was in position, 
kneeling on the other side of Sophie's head, I lifted 
myself off my haunches so my cock jutted out toward 
Joan, directly over Sophie's face.

"Lick and suck my cock, Joan. Prepare me to fuck your 
daughter."

Joan took my cock in her hands, feeling it, stroking 
it, before lowering her head and licking the head. I 
noticed that Sophie's eyes were open now, wide, as she 
watched her mother's tongue slide down my shaft. Joan 
was not very experienced with oral sex, and I suggested 
she take the head into her mouth. As Joan's lips opened 
wide and slid over the head of my cock, Sophie began 
coaching.

"That's good, mom... tickle the underside of the head 
with your tongue... that drives him crazy... suck him 
hard now... yes... continue sucking while you take him 
deeper... now back..."

I had to pull her eager mouth off my cock after a 
minute or so of this or else I'd be in no shape to last 
through a fuck.

"This was great, Joan," I said and kissed her. "It's 
your choice, how would you like me to fuck your 
daughter?"

"You're gonna fuck her now?" she asked, enjoying the 
use of that term. 

We kissed again, then she said, "I'd like to watch you 
fuck her in the ass."

I was surprised by this and heard a sharp intake of 
breath from Sophie.

"I actually haven't done that yet, with Sophie," I 
said. "Maybe we will, after dinner... It takes a bit of 
preparation."

"Okay," she said. "Is Bill gonna do that, with the 
girl?"

I glanced at the clock and recalled Cathy's plan for 
her first day with Bill Patterson. "Yes," I said. "In 
fact, he's already fucked her up the ass at least once 
and maybe twice by now."

Joan kissed me again, hard, and I knew that she was 
quite excited by the idea of anal sex.

"Okay, flip her over and fuck her from behind," said 
Joan. She helped me turn Sophie over and I knelt behind 
her while Sophie got to her hands and knees.

"C'mere," I said to Joan, and she crawled down and 
knelt next to Sophie, where she had a good view of my 
cock and Sophie's gaping sex.

"Put it in," I said, "put my cock in your daughter's 
cunt."

My cock was pointing at a forty- five degree angle, and 
Joan grasped it and aimed it at Sophie's sex while I 
edged forward. Joan managed a direct hit, and my cock 
head slipped into her daughter's cunt. Joan didn't want 
to let go as I pushed forward; instead she slid her 
hand to the base of my cock. With her hand there I 
could only get about six inches into Sophie's tight 
cunt. I didn't mind, of course. I found this very 
erotic, having Mrs. Patterson's hand around my cock 
while it was stuck lewdly out of her daughter's cunt.

"Watch this," I said I withdrew my cock. I used my 
hands to spread Sophie's ass cheeks to expose her 
rosette, and Joan directed my cock to the crinkled 
orifice.

"Rub it around," I said, and Joan moved my cock in 
small circles over Sophie's anus. I could feel Sophie 
tense so I told her not to worry, I wasn't going to 
enter her.

"When your husband comes home Sunday night," I said to 
Joan, "he's got specific instructions to take you this 
way."

"Bill will fuck my... ass?" she said, excitement in her 
voice.

"Yes, but only after he's tied you up... and spanked 
you.... for being such a naughty wife."

Joan blushed but couldn't disguise her pleasure at this 
news.

"Put it back in her cunt," I said.

She lowered my cock and together we eased it forward 
into Sophie's sex. I removed Joan's hand and pulled her 
to me while I pushed my cock to the hilt in Sophie's 
cunt.

Whispering in her ear, I said, "Go sit up against the 
headboard, in front of Sophie, and make her eat your 
cunt while I fuck her."

If Sophie was surprised when her mother sat in front of 
her, her legs spread so her cunt was directly in front 
of Sophie's eyes, I couldn't tell. She did, however, 
issue a little cry of surprise when her mother's hands 
went to Sophie's head, forced her to drop down and 
pressed her face up against her sex.

It was Joan's turn to cry out when Sophie's tongue 
began working in her cunt. I began rodding Sophie, 
slowly at first, watching the mother, sensing the 
daughter, as the three of us approached climax. Joan 
and Sophie came at almost the same time and I wasn't 
quite ready. I was very close when they finished, and 
decided to cum in Joan's mouth rather than Sophie's 
cunt. I withdrew and pulled Sophie's knees out so she 
lay flat on her stomach. 

I crawled up the bed and took Joan's head in my hands. 
Her eyes opened to find my slick cock inches away. Her 
lips parted and I pushed my slick cock past them and 
into her mouth. She sucked as hard as she could while I 
pulled her head back and forth, fucking her mouth with 
my cock. I didn't take more than a dozen strokes before 
I felt the delicious release and shot jet and jet of 
cum into her mouth, then over her face as I pulled out 
jacked the last several blasts on her face.

                       - o -

"This is a special day for me," said Joan when we were 
downstairs, preparing dinner. She was wearing simple 
but elegant green dress that hung with thin straps off 
her shoulders. It was cut very low in the back and low 
enough in the front that I could see the swell of her 
breasts. A little lower, her long nipples were easily 
visible poking out through the silk fabric. Her arm was 
around my back and mine rested on her hip. It was clear 
that she wore nothing under the dress.

I hugged her to me and reached behind her, slowly 
bringing my hands up underneath her dress to confirm my 
suspicion that she was nude under the silk dress. My 
hands found nothing but her bare ass and I held it in 
my hands and kissed her.

"Hey," said Sophie, "am I supposed to do all the work 
while you guys play grope-in-the-dark?"

I ignored her and kissed Joan some more while my 
fingers slid down her crack, teased her rosette then 
continued until I had two fingers buried in her cunt. 
Our lips were still glued together when I withdrew my 
fingers and retraced my route. This time I moved a 
finger that was slick from her cunt juices in small 
circles over her rosette and then pushed in slowly 
inside.

"Ohh," breathed Joan as she broke our kiss.

I kissed her cheek, then her ear, and whispered into 
that orifice while I forced my finger two inches into 
her ass. "I should leave your ass for your husband. But 
I'd like your help tonight taking Sophie's anal 
cherry... would you help me fuck your daughter's virgin 
ass. "

I felt her head nod in agreement. I slipped my finger 
out of her ass then broke our embrace and went to the 
kitchen sink to wash up.

"I could use some help," said Sophie. "If you're 
through mauling my mother, that is."

I looked at Sophie and saw behind her petulant pose a 
certain sparkle in her eyes. She was challenging me and 
hoping to lose.

"Joan, have you heard of dominance & submission," I 
asked and saw Sophie's face light up. I went on to 
briefly explain the roles of tops and bottoms in these 
sex games, then told her that Sophie was our slave 
tonight.

"You mean she'll finally obey me?" said Joan.

"Or suffer the consequences," I said. I whispered a 
suggestion in Joan's ear and she nodded. I checked the 
status of the rice and turned on the broiler for the 
salmon steaks. Then I checked the fridge and found just 
the thing I was looking for.

"I'd like to see you naked, slave, just like you were 
when I brought you into this world."

Sophie nodded to her mother and began unbuttoning her 
blouse. I brought the bag of carrots to the sink and 
began sorting them to find the right ones. I selected 
three. The first was the runt of the litter, and I 
scraped it and dulled the tip until it was less than 
four inches long and tapered, from a half-inch at the 
tip to three-quarters of an inch at the rounded base. 

The second was much longer but also narrow, perhaps a 
little over an inch thick at the base. The third and 
final carrot was a monster, eight or nine inches long 
and nearly two inches thick at the base. After scraping 
the carrots I put them into a dish along with a half 
inch of water and put them in the microwave, guessing 
at the power level and time needed to get them to 
soften.

When I finished this chore Sophie was entirely nude and 
her nakedness was enhanced by the bright kitchen lights 
and because her mother and I were dressed. Throughout 
the preparation of the meal Sophie had to endure the 
most menial tasks but also the humiliation of being 
groped, teased and swatted by Joan and I. Joan decided 
to carry around a rubber spatula and used it frequently 
on Sophie's ass when she didn't move fast enough in 
response to Joan's orders.

"What do you think of these?" I asked Joan at one 
point. I was standing behind Sophie, my arms reaching 
around her, my hands cupping her large breasts.

"They're very nice, I suppose," said Joan, tapping the 
spatula against the erect nipples. "A little large 
though."

"Hmmm," I said. "Perhaps for a normal girl, you're 
right. But don't you agree that it's nice for a slut to 
have big tits."

"I see your point," said Joan. She look the opportunity 
to suck and chew on Sophie's nipples and did so with 
loud noises, further embarrassing her daughter.

"Don't you agree that our slut looks better this way, 
with her tits all wet and juicy?" asked Joan when she 
finished.

I moved over to Joan and put my arm around her waist 
and we both studied Sophie who stood red-faced in front 
of us. Her melon-sized breasts rose and fell with her 
breathing and looked slutty with the coating of saliva 
in the aureoles and nipples.

"You're absolutely right," I said. "There's one more 
thing our slut needs, and I could use your help with 
it. Could you find some Crisco?"

Joan got the Crisco from the fridge and I checked the 
carrots in the microwave. They were flexible without 
being too soft, perfect for my needs. I dried them off 
and put them on the island counter in the middle of the 
kitchen. Joan brought the Crisco over and put it down 
next to the three carrots. I borrowed her spatula and 
when over behind Sophie and swatted her on the ass.

"Move it, slave. Up against the counter!"

Sophie obeyed quickly and soon had her thighs pressed 
up against the edge of the island counter.

"Bend over, bitch." I growled and swatted her again. 
"Tits on the counter."

Sophie complied, bending onto the counter, her tits 
flattened on the surface, her ass sticking out 
provocatively. In clinical terms, I explained to Joan 
what I wanted to do and she nodded and suggested a few 
things. Then we went to work. I held Sophie's ass 
cheeks apart while Joan applied dug a finger full of 
Crisco from the container and applied it all around 
Sophie's anus.

"Oh, that's cold!" cried Sophie, which earned her a 
hard slap on her ass.

Joan pushed her finger inside, as far as it would go 
and then fucked the finger in and out while Sophie 
groaned quietly. At my signal Joan withdrew her finger 
and selected the medium sized carrot. After lubricating 
it she slowly shoved it three or four inches inside. 
Over a few minutes she slowly fucked the carrot into 
Sophie's ass, going a bit deeper each time until she 
was fucking her with all but the last inch of the 
seven-inch intruder. She left the carrot sticking 
lewdly from Sophie's ass and got the small carrot.

"Push it out, slut," I said to Sophie. It must have 
been the height of embarrassment for Sophie to shit out 
the carrot but she did and it slowly reappeared. Joan 
caught it and set it aside before pushing the smaller, 
four-inch carrot deep inside Sophie's ass. When her 
sphincter closed, trapping the veggie butt-plug inside, 
I announced we were done for now and swatted Sophie.

She rose, gingerly, getting the feel for the butt-plug.

"Keep it in there," I warned.

Joan's fingers were covered with Crisco and she was 
about to wash up when I stopped her and gave her an 
alternative idea. Joan's face lit up and she proceeded 
to wipe her hands all over Sophie's breasts.

We finished preparing dinner and sat down to eat. 
Sophie was doing a slow burn from the humiliation of 
sitting naked at the formal dinning room table, her 
tits coated with Crisco and reflecting the candle light 
like large beacons, and with the butt-plug in her ass a 
constant reminder of what was to come. She drank a 
glass of wine, then another, and ate silently while 
Joan and I conversed and ignored her.

"I have a hard time believing that your monster cock is 
going to fit in the Sophie-slut's ass," said her mother 
at one point.

This brought an agreeing noise from Sophie.

"But I sure am gonna enjoy watching," said Joan, her 
eyes sparkling. Sophie pouted in response to her 
mother's cruelty.

"You're nasty," I said and chuckled.

"Uh huh," she said, smiling.

"Tomorrow someone's gonna punish you for being so 
naughty," I reminded her.

"I know," said Joan, blushing.

"I wonder what Bill would do to you if he really knew 
how bad you've been?"

She just closed her eyes and smiled serenely.

"What would Bill do if he came home unexpectedly, right 
now, and saw his daughter naked at the dinner table, 
looking like a fuck-toy? What if I was forced to admit 
to him that you, his wide and Sophie's mother, was 
helping me sodomize his precious daughter?"

"He'd probably ask you if he could try the slut when 
you were finished?"

My eyebrows arched in surprise, and I pressed it, 
"Really? Do you think he'd fuck his own daughter?"

I glanced over at Sophie and found her red-faced and 
staring open-mouthed at her mother.

Joan took another drink of her wine and looked at me 
over the rim. "Under normal circumstances Bill would 
resist any impulses he might have for Sophie, or Angela 
for that matter. But what you're describing; an 
opportunity to butt-fuck his daughter with no 
possibility of recrimination from either me or her; 
that just might overcome his fatherly role. And I know 
he's affected by the girls. I've noticed, ever since 
Sophie began developing."

She paused her and tapped her the flat part of her 
knife against one of Sophie's nipples. "Ever since 
these big slut tits started to grow... he's at his most 
passionate with me after he's spent an evening watching 
TV or something and Sophie's lounging around in her 
nightgown. Now it's Angela too."

"Little sexy Angela," I mused and noticed out of the 
corner of my eye Sophie turning her head and shooting 
me a look that could kill.

"Her too," said Joan. Then she noticed the look on my 
face and laughed, then added, "Slow down, Jake-me-lad, 
this was fantasy. Pretend."

I smiled at her and at Sophie, then ordered her to 
clear the table. Joan and I talked a bit while Sophie 
washed up the dishes, but mostly we sipped our wine and 
looked at one another. As I looked at this pretty, sexy 
woman I found myself wondering how Bill Patterson could 
keep his hands off her.

                       - o -

"I'm done, Master," said Sophie after twenty minutes or 
so in the kitchen. She looked at her mother, bowed 
slightly, and added, "and Mistress."

We brought Sophie back into the kitchen and laid her 
out once again bent over the island counter. She pushed 
out the butt-plug with no problem and Joan greased up 
the biggest carrot and eased it into her ass while I 
held her cheeks apart. She took it with surprisingly 
little discomfort. Within a minute Joan was fucking the 
thick eight-inch carrot in and out of Sophie's ass. The 
lubricating ability of the Crisco had apparently 
increased as it sat in her warmed in her ass throughout 
dinner, and her passage seemed much more relaxed.

"Let's take her upstairs," I said.

Joan made Sophie lead the way, bent over a bit as she 
walked and climbed the stairs, the carrot held in her 
ass by Joan. We positioned Sophie in the middle of the 
large bed, her head resting on her arms at the top of 
the bed, her ass stuck up in the air. I quickly 
stripped then retrieved a tube of K-Y jelly from my 
bag.

"Allow me," said Joan. She'd left Sophie on the bed, 
the thick carrot protruding from her ass, and sashayed 
over to me and took the tube. She kissed me then slid 
down my body, kissing and sucking on my nipples and 
licking my belly button before falling to her knees and 
taking my semi-hard cock into her warm, moist mouth. 
She got me hard in no time and then warmed a large 
dollop of jelly between her fingers before thoroughly 
coating the head and shaft of my rigid cock.

I climbed on the bed behind Sophie and spent several 
minutes slapping her ass while I called her names. The 
natural muscles of Sophie's ass gradually expelled the 
thick carrot as I spanked her, and Joan took it away 
when it was about to drop out. I noticed that Sophie's 
ass was still slightly dilated and quickly positioned 
my cock at her greasy hole.

"Owwwwwww," Sophie cried as I tried to push inside her. 
She swayed away from me as I pushed, and I wasn't able 
to pop through.

I took a firm grip on her hips and said, "Sophie, you 
must push back when I tell you to... it'll go much 
easier if you do. Okay, my love?"

She sniffled and nodded.

"Now, Sophie, push!" I said and eased forward while she 
groaned and pushed her ass back. My cock popped past 
her sphincter and eased an inch or two into her 
incredibly tight ass. I held it there while I gently 
caressed her white globes. Joan knelt next to Sophie's 
hips and reached under her to finger her cunt. I asked 
Sophie if she was okay and she nodded and I felt her 
move slightly to brace herself for another try.

"Push, Sophie," I said and was surprised my the force 
of her ass as she issued one long cry and pushed 
against me. My cock slid inside her with relative ease 
until I had all but two inches buried in her ass.

"Oh Jesus," said Sophie. "I... I'm so goddamn full!"

"You Okay?"

"Yeh... wait a while... Oh, Jesus... let me got used to 
it."

"I think the slut's gonna like this," said Joan, the 
tone of her voice infinitely more caring than her 
words.

Sophie laughed and said, "You just wait 'till you try 
this!"

I felt Joan's hand underneath, moving from Sophie's 
cunt to feel my balls and the union of my cock and 
Sophie's stretched ass.

"I can't wait," said Joan. "I'm already jealous."

I slowly withdrew my cock, letting Sophie's muscles 
cooperate. She moaned pleasantly as my cock eased out 
of her hole. I paused with just the head in her ass and 
whispered instructions to Joan. She got a pillow and 
backed under Sophie until she was under her cunt. I 
waited until I could hear the lapping sounds of her 
tongue at work before signaling Sophie and repeating 
the entry. This time, with two cooperative pushes I 
went all the way to the root in her ass.

"Oh, Jesus," cried Sophie.

I waited patiently until Sophie indicated she was ready 
before withdrawing my cock slowly and corking her once 
again. The delays between each impailment served two 
purposes. It allowed Sophie to get used to the feeling 
and allowed me to maintain control against the 
incredible feelings of her tight ass hugging my cock 
like a vice. I'm sure I would have cum much sooner than 
I did if I hadn't stared at a painting on the wall. The 
few times I allowed myself to look at the sight of my 
cock sticking out of her ass, her anus stretched 
impossibly wide around my girth, had my head spinning 
and my cock throbbing.

"Oh, yes," moaned Sophie and I sensed her approaching 
orgasm as her mother's tongue flicked over her clit and 
my cock drove steadily in, corking her this time in one 
long steady thrust.

"Oh... Oh... Oh...," she chanted and I grit my teeth 
and stared at the wall to keep from cumming as her ass 
muscles pulsed and throbbed around my cock. Her climax 
was long and noisy, and I had to keep a firm grip on 
her waist to keep her from collapsing on top of her 
mother when she was through.

We rested for a minute or two while Sophie recovered. 
Joan's hands gently caressed my balls as she waited for 
her daughter to revive herself.

I felt Sophie's body recover and her voice say, "I'm... 
ready."

"That's good," I said, pulling my cock back slowly. "Is 
the Sophie-slut ready for a butt-fuck?"

"Yes, Massssss!" she cried as I drove my cock to the 
hilt in a single steady push. I didn't wait this time 
and immediately withdrew my cock, slowly, hearing soft 
mewing from Sophie and the lapping sound as her mother 
returned to Sophie's cunt.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned when I drove inside her again. She 
was still very tight but I could now fuck her with 
relative ease.

"I think your mom's right," I said as I withdrew. "No 
way your dad could resist this..." I corked her again 
and began to withdraw, "... butt-fucking his slut 
daughter."

I stroked back and forth, my head swimming at the 
tactile and visual pleasures of my first fuck of 
Sophie's ass.

"Spank me," cried Sophie. "Spank me you butt-fucking 
asshole!"

I spanked her hard, one, twice, three times before my 
overheated balls twitched and my cock began erupting in 
her ass.

"Ahhh, yes... fill my ass with cum," she cried.

"Oh... Oh... Oh," I repeated as my cock erupted again 
and again. I continued to fuck into her as fast as I 
could, slapping her ass absent mindedly as I enjoyed 
the sweet release of my orgasm.

"I'm cumming soon," said Sophie. "Fuck me... fuck my 
slut ass... Oh Yes!... Oh, yes!... Oh my God!"

Once again I could feel her ass pulse around my 
shunting cock as she came, even harder this time. When 
she was done she passed out and collapsed, pulling off 
of my spent cock and falling into a heap.

                      - o -

"She's out," said her mother a few minutes later. I'd 
managed to keep Sophie from crushing her mother long 
enough for her to free herself. We put her on her side 
and got a washcloth from the bathroom. I did my best to 
clean off the lubricant and cum leaking out of her ass, 
then rolled her onto her back and cleaned her breasts 
and cunt.

"It's the combination of the wine and the sex," said 
Joan as she tucked in her daughter. We found our 
clothes then turned off the light and closed the door.

We showered together in the family bath, dressed and 
went downstairs. I looked through their collection of 
CDs and selected one, but Joan convinced me to plat a 
Johnny Mathis CD instead. We danced for a long time, 
slowly, pressed to one another. She was back in her 
green silk dress and her body felt great pressed 
against me.

"You're a pretty swell guy," she said, her voice low 
and sexy. Her arms were around my neck, her back arched 
to look up into my face. I had no doubt she could feel 
my hard bulge against her belly as we swayed and moved 
to the music.

"Swell?"

"Uh huh," she said.

"Thank you, m'lady," I said and kissed her softy. My 
hands drifted down over her ass. I pulled her dress up 
and placed my hands on her ass. As we danced I felt the 
muscles of her ass flex and relax under my fingers.

"That was incredible to watch, y'know?" she said.

"Sophie?"

"Mmm." She sighed and pressed herself against me and we 
continued to move slowly to the sweet tenor of Johnny 
Mathis. When the song ended I disengaged myself and 
quickly shed my clothes. We embraced again as the next 
song started and told her on hold on and lifted her up 
about a foot off the floor. Holding her to my chest I 
began lowering her slowly. Joan's hands went back to 
guide my cock and it eased into her cunt as I lowered 
her.

"Oh, yes," she whispered into my ear. I moved to the 
music for another few minutes, until my arms were 
tired, then lowered the two of us the floor. I fucked 
Joan steadily for twenty minutes, through two orgasms, 
until I finally came during her second climax, and 
dumped my load in her churning cunt. 


Chapter Eleven: "Joan's Turn" 

I woke from a very erotic dream Sunday morning only to 
find Joan and Sophie playing with my cock. I put my 
hands behind my head and watched as they took turns 
licking the shaft, until Joan noticed I was awake. 

"Sophie, your lord and master is awake," said Joan. 

"Good morning, Jake," said Sophie cheerfully. 

"Sophie, Joan," I said, "Good morning to you." 

I stretched and said, "God, I'm hungry." 

Joan said she'd make eggs but I reached out and held 
her hand. 

"Sophie, this may be my last opportunity with your 
mom," I said. "Can you cook breakfast while we..." 

"Sure," said Sophie, hoping off the bed and walking, 
buck naked, out the door. I motioned to Joan to mount 
me and she straddled me and sunk slowly down the length 
of my cock. 

"I'm gonna miss this cock," she said as she settled in 
place. 

"Not as much as you think," I said as she began rocking 
back and forth. "Bill's coming back tonight with a 
stiff cock and a head full of ideas about how to use it 
with you." 

"Hmmm, that'll be great," she purred. "But he's not as 
big as you." 

"Perhaps not," I said. "But you'll be thankful he's not 
when he fucks your ass tonight." 

"Hmmm," she murmured, closing her eyes and smiling and 
she rode my cock and thought not of me but her husband 
forcing his cock into her nasty butt. She sped up after 
a few minutes and began bouncing up and down, her eyes 
still closed. I reached out and squeezed her breasts 
then held on to her nipples as she rode me furiously 
through an intense orgasm, wetting my cock and balls 
with her discharge. 

"If you're finished with that slut, breakfast is 
ready." I looked over and saw Sophie at the doorway. 
Her excited eyes told me she'd been there long enough 
to watch her mother cum. She'd donned a robe and was 
sipping coffee, and the delicious smell of the freshly 
brewed coffee convinced me to pass on a second fuck, 
and my own orgasm, and get up instead. 

                        - o - 

"I called Ralph and Angela, and they wont be home until 
after noon," said Joan as she joined Sophie and I at 
the breakfast table. I had just finished wolfing down 
three scrambled eggs, toast and sausages, and was 
sipping my second cup of coffee. Joan had showered and 
was wearing a tee shirt and shorts. It was obvious she 
wasn't wearing a bra. Sophie and I were still wearing 
robes. 

Sophie set a plate of eggs, toast and sausages down in 
front of her mother, who eyed them hungrily. 

"Not so fast," I said, pulling her place mat away along 
with the plate away. "Sophie, do you remember either of 
us telling the Joan-slut she could dress?" 

Joan frowned at me and Sophie chuckled before replying, 
"No, Jake. I didn't give the slut permission." 

"Strip," I said to Joan who looked exasperated, then 
resigned. She rose from her chair, checked quickly so 
see if the drapes were drawn, then pulled the tee shirt 
off. When she had pulled her shorts and panties off I 
pushed the plate back and told her to eat. Naked now, 
Joan sat down to eat. Sophie and I talked and sipped 
our coffee while Joan ate. 

"How do you like three-ways," I asked Sophie. 

"Great," she said. "I'm enjoying this immensely, but 
I'm still looking forward to having another man as the 
third." 

Joan lifted her eyes to look at Sophie, "You will be 
careful," she said, lapsing back into her role as 
Sophie's mother. 

Sophie was about to respond in kind but caught herself 
and said, "Shut the fuck up, Joan-slut. Did I say you 
could open your slut mouth?" 

Joan colored and resumed eating and I gave Sophie an 
encouraging smile. 

"So far I kind of like having another woman for sex," 
said Sophie. "But I still haven't had her eat me out, 
without a lot of, um, other distractions." 

"You're right," I acknowledged. "And she made you suck 
her pussy. Doesn't seem fair." 

Sophie ordered her mother to crawl under the table and 
service her, right then and there. Joan complied and 
Sophie edged forward in her chair and spread open the 
lower half of her robe. I couldn't see what was going 
on but I could hear the wet sounds of Joan's mouth and 
tongue at work. 

"Harder, bitch!" Sophie said at one point, using her 
hands on her mother's head to emphasize what she 
wanted. I sat back, sipping my coffee, and watched the 
pleasure reflected in Sophie's lovely face. After five 
or six minutes she came, and both of her hands went 
below the table to hold her mother's head against her 
sex as she climaxed. 

A half-hour later Joan joined Sophie and I in the 
family room after cleaning up the breakfast dishes. 
Still nude, she bowed and asked if we had any need of 
her. Sophie took the lead and used the tie of her robe 
to bind her mother's hands together. Then she led to 
over to the sofa and pushed her over the side. Joan 
fell forward on to the sofa cushions, face down, her 
ass sticking up where she was bent over the thickly 
cushioned arm rest. I sat and watched while Sophie 
spank her mother's ass and called her a naughty slave, 
a bitch-whore, etc., etc.. 

Sophie stopped after at least three dozen hard spanks 
and I could see that Joan's ass was quite pink. 

"Do you want a turn?" asked Sophie, breathing a little 
hard from the exertion. 

I got up and took her place, and was surprised to hear, 
from Joan, "I hope this will be better... your slut 
girlfriend doesn't know how to punish a naughty slave." 

"You bitch!" Sophie exclaimed, but I held up my hand 
and told her to put the slut's mouth to better use. As 
Sophie scrambled into position on the sofa, I began 
spanking Joan's ass, hard and steady, the crack of my 
hand against her ass very loud in the room. Joan's ass 
turned from pink to red as I swatted her, but aside 
from a dull moan of pain with each stroke, she showed a 
remarkable tolerance and maybe even enjoyment from this 
treatment.	 

"Fuck me! Give me your cock!" she cried only after my 
hand was sore. She had just enough time to say this 
before Sophie shoved Joan's face back where it had 
been, up against Sophie's sex. I opened my robe and 
positioned my cock against her cunt, and dragged my 
fingernails over her red ass as I drove to the hilt in 
one brutal lunge. 

"Ummmph," I heard from Joan as I bottomed out against 
her cervix. 

I fucked her in long, quick strokes, enjoying the 
feeling of her cunt on my cock and the sight of Sophie 
before me, her head thrown back over the opposite end 
of the sofa. Her fingers were pinching and pulling her 
nipples and her hips rotated in circles, pushing her 
sex up against her mother's busy mouth. Sophie had cum 
twice when she finally righted herself and pulled away 
from her mother's greedy mouth. I had felt Joan cum as 
well, several minutes earlier, her copious fluids 
spilling on my balls. 

Following my instructions, Sophie put a sofa cushion on 
the floor and helped me carry Joan, still impaled on my 
cock, off the sofa and face down on the floor. I rose 
on my arms and began fucking her again, and found I 
could go faster in this position. I hammered into her 
as fast as I could manage and allowed myself to cum 
only after I heard her cry out in release and felt her 
cunt spasm around my cock. I groaned in pleasure as my 
cock blasted jet after jet of hot cum into her churning 
cunt. 

                       - o - 

Before leaving the Patterson's we had opened every 
window in the house and cleaned for an hour, changing 
and washing sheets, treating stains on the furniture 
and carpeting and washing the bathrooms. I asked Joan 
to call me the next afternoon with news of Bill's 
weekend (and his homecoming), kissed mother and 
daughter good-bye, and left. 

I got home early afternoon, just in time to be drafted 
by Marion and dad to go house hunting. I met Jessica 
for the first time, Marion's twelve-year old daughter. 
She and I sat in the back of the real estate agent's 
minivan I commiserated with my future sister about 
losing our Sunday afternoon to this chore. 

When we arrived at the fifth house of the afternoon it 
was clear after less than five minutes that this would 
be our next house if my dad had his way. It was a run-
down Victorian dating from the late 19th century, full 
of charm and clutter. It had twelve rooms, no two 
alike, a front and back staircase, and lots of old-
fashioned moldings and other details. Unfortunately, it 
also had sagging ceilings, blocked fireplaces, damaged 
walls, a forty-year old kitchen and bathroom fixtures 
that looked as old as the house. 

"But it's a disaster," said Marion, incredulous that 
Jerry would spend more than a minute looking at the 
house before rushing outside to puke. 

"But think about the house it could be. Will be," he 
said and I could tell from the tone of his voice that 
this was a project he wanted. 

"Dad, Marion," I said, "Jack and I will be off for the 
summer in less than a month. We can strip the walls and 
ceilings down to the studs, rewire it, re-plumb it, and 
put up new wall board." 

"I could help," said Jessica. 

Marion smiled at her daughter, then shot a questioning 
look at Jerry. 

"I'm sure," he said, nodding. 

"C'mon, Jessica," I said. "Let's go find our rooms." 

We raced into the house and up the staircases to the 
third floor, and then worked our way down. Jessica was 
small for her age and possessed a certain impish look 
to her face. She had large hazel eyes, curly auburn 
hair, a small turned up nose and a wide smile. She 
reminded me vaguely of a young Demi Moore without the 
tits. 

The third floor had three bedrooms, each with its own 
sink, and one bath. On the second floor were four 
bedrooms, a sitting room, two baths and several other 
rooms that I assumed were closets. The only room on the 
second floor with it's own private bath was also the 
largest, and had a fireplace, so we assumed that would 
go to Marion and Jerry. 

Jessica fell in love with a large bay window complete 
with a window seat that was in one of the second floor 
rooms. She sat there and her smile faded as her glance 
look in the bare bulb light in the ceiling, the ancient 
wall paper peeling off the walls and the dust and 
grime. 

"This room will be beautiful," I said. "The walls and 
ceilings will be brand new and you can pick what color 
you want them painted. A new light fixture, of course. 
You can pick that out too." I moved around the room as 
I talked. "The floors will be sanded and refinished so 
they'll shine. I'll have to replace a couple of those 
glass panes, but that window will look incredible when 
we're done and it's cleaned. Bunk beds over there, for 
when you have a friend sleep over. Dresser here, next 
to the closet. Desk there, so you can look out the 
window instead of doing your homework. Maybe a rug in 
the center here. What do you think?" 

I looked over at Jessica and found her watching me, a 
smile on her face. "Thanks, Jake. I think this room 
will be cool." 

"What about your room?" she asked as we walked down to 
the first floor. 

"I suspect that Jack and I will end up with the two 
bedrooms on the third floor, sharing the one bathroom 
up there, although we may have to fight Cathy for 
that." 

"You want to be way up there? It'll be so hot in the 
summer." 

"It's private, though," I said. "And there's always A/C 
to keep it reasonable." 

"Would you bring your girlfriends up there?" she asked. 

"Girlfriend, singular. I'm a one-woman man," I said, 
then laughed to myself. "Her name's Sophie. You'll meet 
her soon I think." 

We found Marion and Jerry in the kitchen. 

"You've got to see beyond what's here---" he was 
saying. 

"Nothing's here," countered Marion. Jessica giggled and 
we all smiled because aside from a soapstone sink and 
an ancient stove there was nothing in the kitchen. 

"What I meant to say," continued my dad, "is we'll take 
measurements of this entire floor and draw up a half-
dozen ideas for the layout of a kitchen, the parlors, a 
family room and dinning room. We may decide to put the 
kitchen on the other side of the bleeping house." 

Marion walked over and put her arm around his back. 
Accentuating her southern drawl she said, "I just love 
a man who gets passionate about his home... his 
castle." 

"Damn right," he said, hugging her to him and smiling. 

                        - o - 

Cathy got home shortly before dinner so Jack and I 
didn't get a chance to talk to her until later. We had 
our first dinner as an extended- family-to-be, with 
Marion and Jessica joining Dad, Cathy, Jack and I. 
Cathy wasn't quite sure about this new house when she 
heard about it. Jack, on the other hand, was very happy 
at the prospect of at least a month's employment fixing 
up the house. 

"You expect to be paid?" asked my Dad. 

"Of course we're going to pay them, Jerry," said 
Marion. 

He was too happy about Marion agreeing to buy the house 
to argue this one. 

                        - o - 

"He's a very sweet man," said Cathy. 

"Yeah?" said Jack. "But what happened?" 

"Well, the first several hours went pretty much 
according to the script." 

"Then?" I prompted after she paused for a long moment. 

"Then he started suggesting things." 

"Oh," I said. "That's good, right?" 

She smiled and nodded. 

I thought about it for a while and a question popped in 
my head. 

"If you threw away the script after a few hours, did 
you remember to tell him what he was supposed to do 
with Joan, err, Mrs. Patterson, when he got home 
tonight?" 

"Don't worry, Jake, Mrs. Patterson will be taken care 
of just fine." 

I realized that getting information out of Cathy was 
going to be like pulling teeth, and so I gave up. 

"Was it okay, though?" asked Jack. 

"It was, quite simply, a delightful, sexy weekend with 
a very sweet man." She yawned and added, "who has the 
stamina of a bull." 

Jack and I stared at each other. 

"A very sweet man," he said. 

"With the stamina of a bull," I said. 

                       - o - 

Joan Patterson called my Monday night as she had 
promised to do. 

"How'd it go," I asked, hoping to get more information 
out of her than I was able to get out of Cathy. 

"I'm no longer a virgin," she said. 

"Oh?" I said. "Oh! I see. How was it? How is he?" 

"You're right, Jake, he's a changed man. It was... as 
if we'd never touched before. Exciting... electric... I 
feel like I've just had an affair." 

"You have," I reminded her. 

She laughed and said, "How could I forget." 

"I'm wounded," I said. "What did he tell you about his 
weekend? Can you tell me the details?" 

"Not really," she said. "I've got to hang up soon. I'm 
holding a note from Bill that requires me to join him 
in the basement in just a few minutes. He went down 
there as soon as he came home for work and the again 
after dinner, He's been building something in his wood 
shop." 

"What does the note say?" 

Joan giggled and read: 


     Dear Fuck-toy: 

     I want your slut ass in the basement at 11:30. 
     Don't be late and don't wear any clothes. 

     Your Master, 
                  Bill 


"But it's eleven-thirty now," I said. 

"Uh huh," she said, in no hurry. 

"Are you naked?" 

"Under my robe, yes." 

"I should let you go," I said. "He'll punish you if 
you're late." 

"I know," she said. "One other thing, Jake... if you 
think you're finished with me, after this last weekend, 
you're kidding yourself." 

And then the line went dead. 
	

Chapter Twelve: "Dear Sweet Angela"

"We've got trouble," said Sophie of the phone. I could 
tell immediately from the tone of her voice that she 
was angry.

"What?"

"The little bitch saw us," she said.

"The little..."

"Angela," she spat the name out. "Dear sweet fuckin' 
Angela... she came home early two weekends ago when you 
and I were with mom."

"Oh, shit!" I said. "Has she told anybody?"

"No, but she's threatening to... says she'll tell dad 
if we don't give her what she wants."

"What does she want?" I asked.

"She wont tell me but I can guess, 'cause she'll only 
tell the two of us, together."

"Oh?" I said.

"Don't give me that 'Oh?" shit, Jake O'Leary. You know 
she wants you."

"Oh." I said. "She wants me to..."

"To pop her fuckin' cherry," said Sophie.

"Calm down, Sophie. Let's see... meet me at the park, 
near your house. We'll talk."

                        - o -

"Even if I wanted to, I couldn't," I said to Sophie 
when we met. We were sitting on the park bench and 
Sophie had her arms folded across her chest. She was 
not happy.

"*If* you wanted to!" she said.

"I'm sure I would enjoy fucking Angela, okay. That's 
not the point. I wouldn't do it without your knowledge 
and approval. Second, I've promised Joan I wouldn't let 
Angela seduce me."

"You promised my mother?" said Sophie.

"Yeh. This was after you fell asleep that night. We 
were in the living room, ah, talking---"

"You were fucking her brains out," said Sophie.

"Well, yes," I said. "I was telling Joan how Angela 
came on to me when I dropped her off at her friends 
house."

"You didn't tell me," she said.

"She kissed me, that's all," I said, defensively. 
"Well, that's not all, she... put her hand down here, 
and felt me."

"Were you hard?"

"Yes," I admitted. "I'm sixteen. It's an affliction."

"Shit," said Sophie.

"We have to bring this to your mom," I said.

                         - o -

We shared the details with Joan later that afternoon. 
Sophie's anger was back on display. I thought to 
myself, "maybe there's something to the adage about 
red-heads and hot tempers."

"Sophie," said her mother, "look at Jake for a minute."

Sophie stared at me, her hands on her hips.

"Is he a good looking guy?" asked Joan.

"Yeah," said Sophie. "He's okay."

"Bullshit. He's a hunk," said Joan.

I blushed and Sophie chuckled.

"Okay," said Sophie.

"And he's smart... caring... sweet..."

"Yeh yeh yeh," said Sophie. "And great in the sack. 
So?"

"Can you look at him and really blame Angela?"

Sophie was silent for a few moments, then said, "I 
guess not. But the little bitch is blackmailing us, to 
steal my boyfriend!"

"That she is," said Joan. "But it won't work."

"No?" said Sophie and I at the same time.

Joan turned to me and said, "Your older sister baby-
sits, right? This isn't much notice but could you call 
her and see if she could sit for Angela and Ralph. You, 
me, Sophie and Bill are going out to dinner."

I felt a big knot in my stomach as I considered this.

"Are you sure?"

She patted me on the hand and said. "Everything will be 
fine. Don't worry."

                        - o -

We took a booth in the back of the nearly empty 
restaurant. I was extremely tense about what I believed 
Joan Patterson was going to do, and what Bill's 
reaction would be.

"Have you told Jake?" asked Bill of Joan after the 
waitress had brought our drinks and left.

"No, I haven't," said Joan.

She turned to me and said, "I'm pregnant, Jake. If 
everything goes well, I'm going to have your baby."

My mouth dropped open and I sat there numb and 
speechless.

"What!" cried Sophie, and every head in the restaurant 
turned to look in our direction. Her father put his 
hand over hers and shushed her.

"You're sure it's... mine," I asked, and blushed. It 
was suddenly clear to me that Bill Patterson knew all 
about my relations with his wife.

"We're sure," said Bill. "I got a viral infection 
shortly after Angela was born. The only permanent 
damage is my sperm count. I'm shootin' blanks."

Joan guessed at my discomfort and added, "I told Bill 
about us, Jake. He knows that it was you who arranged 
for his weekend with Carolyn."

Carolyn was the name Cathy had used for her weekend 
with Bill.

"You're okay with that?" I asked Bill.

"I'm thrilled. You've done my marriage an incredible 
service."

"You're gonna have the baby?" asked Sophie.

"Oh, yes," said Joan. "We would have had more children 
if not for Bill's problem. I'm still young. I'm 
delighted. I was kinda hoping Jake would knock me up."

"Shit," I said, "I'm gonna be a father."

"Well, Jake, that's one of the reasons we're here," 
said Bill. "You will be the genetic father, obviously. 
But we'd like to raise this child as one of our own. We 
can't see any other way but to pretend that I'm the 
father and treat the child no differently than we would 
the others."

"Yes," I said. "I understand."

"That means that you'll have a child, Jake, but wont be 
able to acknowledge it, ever. For the child's sake. 
Never."

I thought about it for a few minutes and concluded that 
they were right. It hurt a little bit, knowing that my 
child would be born but I couldn't care for it, and he 
or she might never know about me.

"I couldn't imagine having better parents for my... 
this child, than the two of you. But could I ask a 
favor?"

"Sure," said Joan.

"If it's a girl, would you consider naming her Melinda, 
after my mom?"

Joan's eyes teared, and she and Sophie pulled out 
tissues and blew their noses and dabbed their eyes. The 
waitress came with salads and we were silent until she 
left.

"What's this about Angela," asked Bill.

Between bites of salad, Joan explained Angela's crush 
on me, and that she witnessed some part of the sex 
between Sophie, me and her. She went on to explain our 
suspicions about the goal of her blackmail.

"Smart little cookie, isn't she?" said Bill, smiling. 
This brought a snort of disgust from Sophie.

"She isn't ready," said Joan. "She's only thirteen."

"Do you mean she isn't ready, like not physically or 
mentally prepared for sex? Or do you mean she isn't 
prepared, like on the pill or something?"

"Both," said Joan. "She's just a kid, Bill."

"Nonsense," said Bill, gently. "She's a young woman. 
She's been menstruating for over eighteen months. Her 
body is developing. She's quite capable of having sex."

"We can't let the bitch get away with this," was 
Sophie's contribution.

"Would you stop calling her that... but she's right, 
Bill," said Joan.

"Okay," said Bill. "Let's say Sophie and Jake talk to 
her and confirm our suspicions of what she wants. They 
say, "Go ahead, tell your father." She comes to me and 
I say, "I already know all about this Angela. She's 
gonna grow up thinking that marital infidelity is the 
rule rather than the exception. And given that she's 
decided she's ready for sex, even if we believe 
otherwise, I worry that she go out and find someone 
other than Jake to have sex with. Then others. In this 
day and age, it worries me no end to think of my 
thirteen year-old girl out trolling for partners."

"And as soon as we break the news that you're pregnant, 
Joan, she's likely to put two and two together and 
concluded that Jake is the father. We're gonna have one 
messed up kid on our hands."

"So what do you suggest?" said Joan.

The waitress cleared the salad plates and brought our 
main courses. Bill was silent for several minutes.

"I think we should tell her... no, I should tell her 
that I'm not capable of fathering a child anymore, and 
that we wanted another child and selected Jake for that 
purpose."

We ate some of our food and thought over his proposal. 
I agreed with him that Angela could read a calendar and 
would suspect or guess that I was the father of the 
baby. It was better to acknowledge it up front and 
swear her to silence, for the benefit of the child if 
for no other reason.

"I guess that's best," said Joan.

We ate the rest of our dinner mostly in silence.

"I still think the little bitch should be punished," 
said Sophie, peevishly.

Her father put his napkin down on the table and stared 
at his oldest daughter, his expression stern. "You 
leave that to Jake and me," he said. "And for ignoring 
your mother's request that you stop calling your sister 
a bitch, I want you in the basement ten minutes after 
we get home. You're gonna get a little taste of 
Angela's punishment."

"Bill!" said Joan. I looked at her and noticed that her 
face was red. It took me a moment to realize that it 
was embarrassment rather than anger that caused the 
color.

"Zip it, Joan," he said.

The ride home was uncomfortably silent. Joan wouldn't 
look at Bill and Sophie sat next to me in the back 
seat, pouting.

Bill paid Cathy and sent her home, saying that I'd be 
along later. He clearly didn't recognize Cathy as the 
girl who had fucked his brains out two weeks earlier. 
At the same time he wasn't oblivious to her good looks 
and body. Cathy colored a bit when he handed her the 
baby-sitting money and I guessed that she was recalling 
when this same man had paid her for another service.

Joan went upstairs to check on the kids, and Bill asked 
me to join him in the basement. Two-thirds of the 
basement was like ours at home: Cement floor, exposed 
heating and plumbing pipes and a washer and dryer. One 
corner was filled with a serious collection of hand and 
power tools. Looking at the impressive wood shop I 
remembered Joan's call of two weeks before when she 
told me Bill was working on something in the basement 
and wanted her down here, sans clothes. My pulse 
quickened.

He led me to a door, unlocked it and said, "This was 
here when we bought the house ten years ago. Probably 
was supposed to be a rec-room or something, but I've 
made some improvements."

I noticed that the door was of exterior quality and 
weight and was very thoroughly insulated. The room was 
about twelve by fifteen. At one end of the room was a 
reclining easy chair and a small table next to it. The 
other end had a wooden contraption, with lots of straps 
and gears. The wall in front of this strange device, 
that looked like something from a torture chamber, had 
a floor-to-ceiling mirror. Above it two chains hung 
down from sturdy hooks in the ceiling.

"Wonder board," said Bill, taping the walls. "Much 
better insulation that standard wall board."

"Yes, but..."

"You'll see what that's all about when Sophie joins 
us."

I walked around the room while we waited, stopping at a 
large metal storage cabinet. I opened a drawer and my 
pulse quickened as I saw I neatly organized collection 
of dildos, vibrators, lubricants, paddles and other 
stuff that I couldn't identify. I picked up something 
that that was made of leather and Velcro, and had a D-
ring attached to the middle. After studying it for a 
minute I concluded that it was the right size and shape 
to fit around someone's neck and that the D-ring could 
be attached to... I looked again and saw a leash, the 
kind you'd use for a dog.

"You've been a busy man," I said.

"And it's all your fault," he said and chuckled.

"I feel... just terrible," I said and grinned at him.

We heard the faint sound of a knock and he opened the 
door. In stepped Sophie, her expression concerned and 
her eyes wide as she took in the room, quite obviously 
for the first time as it now was.

Bill closed the door and locked it and Sophie's eyes 
darted to him when she heard the click of the lock.

"Strip," said her father.

Dad!" she cried and her eyes darted between Bill and 
me.

Bill strolled over to the chair and picked up something 
long and thin that was leaning up against one side. It 
was a riding crop, and he tapped it against his palm as 
he approached Sophie.

"I'd do what he says," I said.

Sophie looked over, pleading with me with her eyes but 
soon realized she had no option. She took her clothes 
off with a resigned and embarrassed expression on her 
face, stopping when she was down to her bra and 
panties. She looked hopefully at her father.

"Everything," be barked.

Her clothes in a pile on the floor, Sophie stood 
awkwardly, her hands demurely covering her pussy and as 
much of her breasts as she could. Bill left her there 
and went over to the wooden contraption and made some 
adjustments to a wooden plank at the bottom.

"Come here, Sophie," he said.

He had her step onto the plank and then fastened straps 
around one ankle, then the next. The straps were made 
of leather and Velcro, and fastened quite snugly around 
her ankles, but could, I suspected, be unfastened by 
the bound girl with enough sustained effort. Sophie had 
to spread her legs wide to reach the second foothold 
and Bill quickly fastened her in place. Bill got up and 
came over to where I was standing and got two leather 
straps from the open drawer. He whispered to me, "You 
might want to get out of those clothes, Jake."

I went over and sat in the room's only chair to remove 
my shoes and socks. Bill went back to Sophie and 
wrapped the straps around her wrists, one at a time. He 
then nudged her forward and her body titled forward 
until her lower belly rested against an upholstered 
part of his invention. He then raised her arms and 
clipped the D-ring on each wrist restraint to the ends 
of the chains hanging down from the ceiling.

Naked and sporting a raging erection, I approached the 
bound Sophie. Bill pointed out a few levers that would 
allow me to raise or lower the position of the girl, 
depending on her height, my height and, I quickly 
figured, which hole one intended to use. He whispered 
some instructions in my ear then moved around the 
contraption, between Sophie and the mirror.

"So Sophie, you think we should punish Angela for 
blackmailing you and Jake?"

"Yes," she said.

"But you don't want her punishment to be this---" he 
said and nodded to me. I was behind Sophie, my cock at 
the ready, and at his signal I drove it to the hilt in 
Sophie's cunt.

"Ohhhh," cried Sophie as I bottomed out. "Jesus Christ, 
Jake!"

Her father held up his hand for quiet and said, "Don't 
you think it would be a punishing experience for Angela 
to have Jake's cock rammed into her tight, virgin 
snatch?"

He signaled me again and I withdrew my cock and slammed 
it back home. Then again, and again, until he signaled 
me to stop after a dozen brutal thrusts.

"What about it, Sophie. Would "the little bitch" as 
you're so fond of calling her, enjoy this treatment?"

"N--No," said Sophie, breathing hard.

"But you do, don't you Sophie?" he asked, pulling her 
nipples, then twisting them hard.

"Yes!" she cried.

Bill went back to the cabinet and retrieved two 
metallic things, which I didn't recognize until he 
clamped them on to each of Sophie's nipples and 
tightened them until she winced. Bill walked around to 
me and said, "Fuck her, Jake."

I didn't need to be asked a second time. Sophie's cunt 
was tight, wet and warm around my cock as I began 
fucking her. I could see her reflection perfectly in 
the mirror. Her face, showing an erotic mixture of pain 
and pleasure and her melon-sized breasts hanging free, 
jiggling as I rutted into her, the clamps hanging 
painfully from her long, thick nipples. Sophie came 
first and the action of her cunt pulsing and throbbing 
around my cock sent me over the edge and I blasted my 
cum deep in her cunt.

After several moments spent enjoying the aftereffects 
of this amazing fuck I withdrew my cock from Sophie. 
Bill Patterson, I now noticed, was also nude and his 
seven-inch cock was fully erect and shiny from a 
coating of lubricant. I fell into the chair and watched 
as Bill took my place behind Sophie. He adjusted the 
height lever, ratcheting Sophie down a few inches. He 
had the riding crop in his right hand.

"You need to be punished too, Sophie, for calling your 
sister a bitch. I want you to count with me, to 
twelve."

Whack! He didn't hit her that hard but the sound was 
quite loud and Sophie winced.

"One," she said, her voice brittle.

"Thank me," he said.

"Thank you, father."

Whack!

"T-Two... thank you, father."

This went on until he had lashed her twelve times. I 
could see that her ass was quite pink and her eyes wet 
when he finished.

"Now, Sophie, I want you to remember the punishment you 
just received before you answer my next question. Oh, 
and remember who was the root cause of your 
punishment."

Bill let the crop fall to the floor and stepped closer 
to Sophie. His hands gripped her ass cheeks and she 
winced as he spread them and positioned the greasy head 
of his cock against her anus. I got out of the chair 
and approached to get a better view.

"When we punish Angela," he said, looking into his 
daughter's eyes in the mirror, "should we stop after 
Jake rapes her virgin cunt?"

Sophie's eyes widened and I watched Bill ease his cock 
slowly into his daughter's ass.

"Oh, Gawwwwd," cried Sophie as her father corked her 
until his front was fully up against her cheeks, his 
cock buried in her ass.

He pulled his cock out and paused. "I need an answer 
Sophie," he said as he drove his cock to the hilt in 
one steady thrust. Bill wasn't as large as I but his 
cock wasn't small either, and I was pretty sure from 
watching Sophie's face that she was feeling this fuck 
in every nerve in her body.

"Ohhhh," cried Sophie. "Yes... no, I mean---"

Bill eased his cock back and corked her again, then 
again. "Tell Jake and I what you think we should do to 
punish Angela," he said. Each time she seemed to catch 
her breath he corked her again, faster. He was soon 
fucking her steadily and I could see his hand wrap 
around one thigh and reach for Sophie's sex.

"Oh, God..." said Sophie. "I think Jake... should fuck 
her... rape the bitch's cunt... oh.... oh... and you... 
should.... daddy, you... should... ahhhhh... fuck her 
slut ass!"

Sophie came in great gasps and tremors while her father 
calmly, steadily fucked her ass. I was amazed that he 
didn't cum. Instead, he continued sodomizing his 
daughter for another ten minutes, cumming at last when 
Sophie cried out with her third orgasm of the night. 


Chapter Thirteen: "Angela Gets Her Wish"

Given my incestuous relationship with my sister Cathy, 
I probably shouldn't have been as surprised as I was by 
Bill Patterson's behavior. I think it was the rapid 
transformation that amazed me, from a uninspired but 
monogamous lover for Joan to a guy who turns a basement 
rec room into a d&s studio, butt-fucks his oldest 
daughter and plans the vaginal and anal deflowerment of 
his thirteen year-old.

Not that I was complaining, mind you. I was sure 
looking forward to fucking Angela and I enjoyed the 
effect he was having on Sophie. Her natural inclination 
for the submissive role in sex games blossomed after 
the session with Bill. It was as if fucking her dad 
freed her from any lingering guilt about enjoying kinky 
sex.


                     - o -

Sophie and I confronted Angela and discovered, to 
nobody's surprise, that she wanted me to fuck her in 
exchange for her silence. We called her bluff and told 
her that she could tell her dad and we would just have 
to take what came.

                     - o -

We had the three-way with Jack the following week, on a 
Friday night when Jerry, my dad, was out bowling and 
Cathy was on a date. Sophie got an incredible workout 
that night. She was at our house for almost four hours 
and for almost all of that time had Jack's cock or mine 
in one of her three holes. She must have cum a dozen 
times, the last two while she was sandwiched between 
the two of us, my cock in her cunt, Jack's in her ass.

                     - o -

On his own, Jack had been dating Wendy Glendennon and 
had managed to fuck her twice. Wendy was a real beauty, 
with long brown hair, hazel eyes, medium-sized breasts 
and long, shapely legs. Jack was a long way from having 
the kind of relationship I had with Sophie, but he was 
working on it. She was not yet into anything kinky but 
Jack told me that she came like crazy when they fucked 
or when he ate her.

                     - o -

Two weeks after Angela had given us the ultimatum she 
still hadn't gone through with her threat and talked to 
Bill. He and I worked up a plan for Angela, scheduling 
it for a Saturday night. Ralph was to sleep over at a 
friend's house and we figured on sending Joan and 
Sophie out to dinner and a movie. When we discussed 
this plan with them they insisted that we film the 
proceedings.

That evening I hid at the top of the basement stairs, 
just off the kitchen, when Sophie and Joan left for 
their night out. Angela was miffed at not being invited 
but was mollified by the explanation that the movie was 
too adult for her and that she'd go the next time.

"C'mere Angela, sit," I heard Bill say, a few moments 
after they'd left.

"Sure, dad. What's up," she said and sat down. The 
basement door was open a crack and I could just see 
Angela's profile from where I stood hidden.

"I imagine you're a little confused by what you 
witnessed last month, between Jake and your mom."

There was a pause before Angela said, "You know?" Her 
expression was one of surprise and disappointment.

He gave her the explanation that we had discussed a few 
weeks before, that he was incapable of fathering a 
child and that they had selected Jake, with Sophie's 
approval, to try to impregnate Joan.

"And it worked, Angela. Your mom's pregnant."

"Oh my God!" she said.

He let this sink in before continuing. "But, Angela, 
I'm not happy about your attempt to blackmail your 
sister."

Angela blushed and said, "You know about that, too?"

"Jake told me. I can understand your attraction to Jake 
but it was underhanded to do what you did."

Angela's head dropped and she inspected the kitchen 
table, her face quite red. "I know, dad, that I wasn't 
being fair to Sophie. Boy, I've really screwed this up, 
haven't I."

"Well, maybe not," said Bill. "You really like Jake, 
don't you."

"Yes," she said, "and I know he wants me."

"Do you really think you're ready for that? Having sex, 
I mean."

A lot depended on her answer to this question. If she 
said no or waffled in any way the rest of the plan 
would be called off.

"I'm more than ready, daddy," she said. "Sometimes I 
think I'm gonna bust."

This was my signal and I tiptoed down the basement 
stairs in my bare feet and entered Bill's rec room. I 
had thrown a blanket over Bill's bondage device and 
moved the chair to one corner in order to allow more 
space on the thickly carpeted floor. In a minute or two 
the door knob turned, the door opened and Angela 
entered.

"My God, it is you," she said when she saw me, her eyes 
lighting up. "I can't believe this is really 
happening."

I closed the door behind her and embraced the young 
girl. We stood and kissed for several minutes and 
Angela's breathing was rapid when we finally broke.

"Sophie said it would be okay," I said and her eyes 
widened in surprise, "but only if your dad punishes you 
for what you did. Is that fair enough?"

"Oh God, yes, Jake!" she said.

I led her over to the chair and sat her down, then took 
a step away from her. I watched her cute, expectant 
face and slowly began to undress, starting with the 
button's on my shirt.

"Have you ever seen a boy or man naked?" I asked.

"Ah, no," she said. "Not really."

I removed my shirt and tossing it aside. Her glance 
took in my chest and the bulge in my pants. I undid my 
belt buckle and unzipped my pants. I saw Angela swallow 
out of nervousness as I pulled down the zipper and 
pulled my pants down and off. Her eyes were on the 
bulge in my Jockey shorts. Her tongue slipped out to 
wet her lips when I hooked my thumbs under the 
waistband and slowly peeled the shorts over my semi-
hard cock.

"Oh!" she said when my cock sprung free. I pushed the 
shorts to the floor, stepped out of them and kicked 
them towards my other clothes. In my present state, my 
cock was about seven inches long, erect enough to stick 
out from my body but not yet horizontal. Her eyes were 
glued to my cock, and stayed that way when I stepped 
forward until the front of my shins pressed against her 
chair, my cock less than a foot from her face.

"Touch it," I said, and put my hands on my hips.

She reached up and tentatively touched my cock, tracing 
it's length to the base and then back to the head. I 
let her explore for a minute or so.

"It's so big," she whispered. Her other hand reached up 
and her fingers circled the shaft and squeezed lightly. 
My cock jerked in response and grew longer, thicker in 
her hand.

"Hold it tighter," I said and her fingers clamped 
harder around the shaft. "Slide your hand up and down 
my cock."

She did as instructed and her eyes widened as it grew 
to it's full nine inches.

"Kiss it," I said, "and lick the head.... that's 
good... now continue that while you feel my balls... 
that's were my sperm comes from. When I cum, a thick 
white liquid gets pumped from my balls to my cock, 
where it rushes down a small pipe and comes out at the 
tip."

"I know the theory," she said and giggled.

"Open your mouth," I said. "I want you to suck my 
cock."

"Like... a blow job?" she asked.

"Uh huh. Just so you know, we're going to start with a 
blow job. You'll suck my cock until I cum in your 
mouth. When Sophie first did this, she was surprised my 
the force of my ejaculation, and couldn't swallow the 
cum fast enough. We'll see if you can do better."

I could see the sisterly rivalry in her eyes and knew 
she'd do her best to swallow my cum. "Then I'll sit 
down and you'll undress for me. I'll play with your 
body some and then I'll lick your cunt. That's called, 
'going down' or 'eating you out'. After you've cum we 
will fuck. Okay?"

She smiled and nodded, then moved forward on the chair 
and eagerly stretched her lips over the head. Her mouth 
was warm and wet and the precocious girl began sucking 
immediately, her green eyes looking up at me for 
guidance.

"That's good," I said and smiled down at her. I brought 
my hands to her head and combed my fingers into her red 
hair so I had a good grip.

"Deeper," I said and pulled her head forward. She began 
to gag so I pulled back and out, and let her get her 
breath. She went back very quickly, taking the head 
into her mouth and sliding forward, with no help from 
me, until four inches of my cock were enveloped in her 
small mouth. I coached her to flick her tongue on the 
cock, just under the head and to keep her teeth back. 
She had understandably little technique but her mouth 
felt good and the eroticism of a thirteen year-old 
enthusiastically sucking my cock caused my balls to 
tingle in anticipation. After another minute or two I 
knew I was about to erupt.

"I'm gonna cum soon," I warned. "Look at me, Angela, I 
want to see your eyes... yes, baby... that's good... 
your eyes are so pretty... and it's so sexy to watch 
you... suck me... oh, yes."

It was a treat to watch the girl's face as I came. Her 
eyes widened when the first blast coated her tonsils 
and I was sure she would choke. But her lovely face 
took on resolve and she swallowed, frantically, just in 
time for the second jet. She reacted better this time, 
hardly flinching as my cum splashed against her throat, 
swallowing quickly, and her eyes refocused on mine as 
she took the next jet and those that followed. Her eyes 
sparkled in triumph as she succeeded in sucking me dry 
and not losing a single drop. I was quite impressed and 
proud of my thirteen-year old cock-sucker.

                     - o -

"That was fantastic," I said, pulling her from the 
chair and into my arms. I kissed her long and hard, my 
tongue exploring her mouth.

"Thank you," she said when we broke. "I liked doing 
that."

"You like sucking cock?" I said, smiling at her and 
trading places before sitting down in the chair.

"I love sucking your cock, Jake. I love everything 
about you."

Her face was earnest and alive and it broke my heart to 
say, "I like you a lot, Angela, but differently than 
Sophie. Sophie is my girlfriend. She's... I can imagine 
marrying her and raising a family. But I love what 
we're doing now, and I'm looking forward to what we'll 
do later, together. Do you understand the difference?"

"No." she said, smiling. "But I can live with it. With 
you and Sophie, I mean."

I pulled her to me and held my head against her chest. 
Her fingers combed through my hair and she said, 
"You're honest with me, Jake. I know you love Sophie 
and that I'm much younger and... smaller. I don't have 
her breasts."

"Whoa," I said, lifted my head and looking into her 
face. "I don't love Sophie because she has big breasts, 
or because she's my age... or because she's left-
handed. I can't tell you why but I love her."

I put my head back on her chest and said, "But being 
with you, Angela, right now, is very special to me. If 
I had a choice between your making love to your sister 
or you... well, I'm glad I don't have to choose. I want 
you."

She exhaled audibly and held my head to her chest for 
several minutes. I could here her heart beating and 
luxuriated in her hands combing through my hair.

"You want to see me naked?" she said at last, pushing 
herself away from me.

"Yes," I said. "And I don't want to see Sophie. I'm 
dying to see you, Angela. Your breasts. Your cunt. Show 
me."

She began unbuttoning her blouse, her fingers racing as 
she went from button to button.

"Slow down, Angela. Tease me. Show me a little at a 
time."

She took a calming breath and continued, more slowly, 
to unbutton her blouse. When it was undone, she left it 
on and unfastened her pants. The little minx turned and 
pulled her pants down while facing away from me, and 
this brought her tight, panty-covered ass within two 
feet of my face. I took me a second or two to realize 
she had paused, her ass sticking straight at me, the 
dark crack visible through her panties, and was 
watching me upside-down from between her slender legs. 
I held her eyes in mine and reached out to caress her 
ass, then I pinched her firm flesh and she straightened 
and turned.

"You're bad," she said.

She pulled her blouse off, leaving her in only her bra 
and panties. Reaching behind her back, she unlatched 
her bra and slid it forward, off her breasts. Her face 
colored as she tossed her bra into the pile of clothes 
and stood before me with her smallish white breasts 
pointing proudly out from her small frame. The twin 
peaks were conical and firm and the aureoles and 
nipples seemed disproportional large, both engorged by 
her passion and fully erect. I couldn't take my eyes 
off her young breasts even as he shimmied her panties 
down and off and tossed them away.

"Come here," I said, my voice rough.

She took a step toward me and I leaned forward, holding 
her in my arms and pulling her toward me, my mouth 
swallowing a breast, sucking on the firm flesh for all 
I was worth. In the back of my mind I was aware of her 
fingers in my hair and of her knees buckling as I 
devoured her ripe young flesh in my mouth. I slipped 
off the first breast and fastened by mouth on the 
second, sucking it fully into my mouth then slowly 
pulling back until the thickly engorged aureole and 
nipple remained between my teeth. Softly, gently I 
chewed on the spongy flesh until her cries broke 
through the fog of my brain.

I rose then, moving quickly, and carried her to the 
ground. My mouth moved down her slender body, kissing 
and licking as I went, over her belly, in her cute 
button, down a sparsely covered valley to her sex. My 
hands slid up and squeezed her firm mounds as my mouth 
descended on her cunt. I lost all track of time as my 
tongue foraged in her sex, assaulting her woman-like 
clit and stabbing deeply into her core. I didn't stop 
until she pulled my head off with her hands laced in my 
hair, and slowly regained my remaining senses as I 
stared up past her trembling body and precocious tits 
to her flushed face.

"That's enough!" she cried and her words broke through 
and calmed my runaway passions. "I can't take anymore," 
she said, and my brain cleared long enough to realize 
that I'd licked her through two orgasms and that the 
sweet nectar of her orgasms coated my face.

"Oh, Jesus!" she said and I could feel her body 
shudder. My fingers could tell that every muscle in her 
body was alive and tense. Half of them wanted to push 
her sex back against my mouth for more and the other 
half cried out for respite against the intensity of her 
recent climax.

"I got carried away," I said, panting.

"That's... okay," she said then laughed. Her eyes were 
closed and she laid back in a relaxed state of release. 
Her small breasts, covered with my saliva, rose and 
fell with her breathing.

My cock was now fully recovered and the passions that 
had so enveloped me while I feasted on her cunt 
returned as I looked at the young ripening body before 
me. Normally I might have given her a few minutes 
respite, but the devil had me and I spread her legs 
wide and positioned my cock at her sex.

"Oh!" she said and her eyes popped open.

"I'm gonna fuck you now," I growled, stabbing my cock 
into her tiny opening. Her eyes widened and her lips 
parted in a silent scream as I drove my cock into her 
hole. The friction of her tight passage slowed me after 
several inches. I paused for only as long as it took to 
pull back an inch or two and lunged forward, driving my 
cock another three or four inches into her vice-like 
cunt. I heard a noise in my ear but it didn't register 
that this was a cry of pain. Like an animal I fed on 
it, pulling back a ways and driving forward again until 
my cock was fully and tightly lodged in her young sex.

"Stop!" she cried, and the reality of what I was doing 
slowly seeped into my overheated brain. My brain slowly 
registered that I was brutally fucking a thirteen year-
old girl. I froze where I was, buried to the hilt in 
her previously virgin cunt, my cock throbbing in the 
incredible tightness of her cunt. I rose to look down 
on her face and saw the pain and fright in her tear-
filled eyes.

I kissed her lips gently, time and time again, then 
kissed her nose, her cheeks and her tightly closed 
eyes, hoping that she'd forgive me this brutal taking 
of her virginity. After what seemed like an eternity 
her eyes opened and she smiled gamely up at me.

"I was too hard," I said and kissed her again, gently, 
then deeper, thrusting my tongue into her mouth and 
wrestling with hers.

"You have me out of my mind," I said, then laughed and 
kissed her again. "I've never been so out-of-control."

Her eyes regarded me and her lips curled into a smile. 
I recovered some of my senses and remembered, suddenly, 
that I'd forgotten the most basic precaution. Despite 
being reminded by all three Patterson's of Angela's 
lack of protection, I'd forgotten to put on a condom.

"Jake O'Leary, you dumb Irish shit," I said aloud and 
pulled slowly out of Angela. "I forgot to put on a 
condom."

Angela smiled at me and said, "I would love to have 
your baby, Jake. Just like mom will."

I kept my face reasonable neutral, recognizing her love 
for me, and reached for the foil packet that I'd placed 
nearby. I stretched the condom over the head of my cock 
and was unrolling it down when I saw it, or rather, 
didn't see it. There was no blood on my cock. I thought 
back over the last several minutes and felt sure that I 
would have remembered ripping through her membrane, 
even in the state I was in.

With the condom in place I mounted the girl again and 
eased my cock slowly into her narrow cunt. I paused 
about half way in and looked down into Angela's lovely 
face. Her eyes were filled with adoration.

"Who had you first," I asked, gently.

She blushed and lied, "You, silly... you're my first."

I shook my head and repeated the question,

"Please, Jake, I can't tell you."

I took several minutes to coax it out of her, and it 
was my threat of ending our evening that convinced her 
to tell.

"It was Ralph," she said, her color bright red.

I eased my cock all the way into her.

"Tell me about it," I said and slowly withdrew my cock. 
Her nostrils flared and her tongue slid out to wet her 
lips.

"He, um, caught me... doing something," she said.

I slid back in and she exhaled audibly at the feeling 
of my cock stretching her narrow tunnel and filling her 
sex.

"Were you playing with yourself? Masturbating?"

"Yes," she said.

"And he threatened to tell your folks?"

"Uh huh."

My lips curled into an ironic smile at this piece of 
news. Incest was rapidly spreading in the Patterson 
family. Maybe I was the carrier. Sophie and Joan, 
sharing a lover and eating each other's pussies. Bill 
sodomizing one daughter and soon the other. Now I learn 
that Ralph put aside his love of video games long 
enough to fuck his young sister. I laughed to myself, 
thinking that Bill might need to make extra keys to 
this room and hand them out at some family dinner.

I returned my attention to the young girl beneath me, 
her normally angelic face now flushed with adult 
passion. As her passage stretched to accommodate my 
thick cock and her natural lubricant made the 
impossible narrow path slicker I increased my pace. I 
brought one hand up to a breast and kneaded the firm 
mound and rolled the nipple between my fingers.

"Oh... Oh... Oh," she chanted and I knew she was close. 
Her eyes were wide open, no longer focused on me or 
anything else, as her senses focused on one thing, the 
cock fucking her cunt and the feelings of her rapidly-
approaching climax. When she came she cried out and her 
cunt sprayed her effusion all over my cock. Her hips 
pushed up against me as waves of pleasure dominated her 
senses, and were reflected on her young face.

                       - o -

I turned the semi-conscious Angela over onto her front 
and moved her so her head was pointed toward the 
opposite corner of the room from the door and Bill's 
device. It was approached the time we agreed to for his 
arrival, and I wanted to finish fucking Angela before 
she saw him. I pulled her hips up and propped her knees 
under them. Her head rested on her forearms, on the 
floor.

I entered her again, from the rear, marveling at the 
tightness of her cunt, and began fucking her. Unlike 
her sister Sophie, who moved her hips erotically and 
pushed back against my cock, Angela merely braced 
herself and took the pounding I gave her. I didn't mind 
the unilateral nature of this fuck, however, and my 
passions climbed as I hammered my cock into her tight 
cunt, slapping my front into her small firm cheeks with 
every thrust. My brain clouded over as it had earlier 
when I ate her cunt and shoved my cock brutally into 
her not-quite virgin cunt. I wasn't making love to this 
girl, not anymore. In my foggy brain I was raping her, 
using an anonymous cunt for my pleasure, ramming my 
hard cock into her defenseless hole. I came finally, 
thoroughly enjoying the exquisite release, and realized 
dimly that she too was crying out, climaxing, as my 
erupting cock hammered into her core.

                     - o -

I pushed Angela off my cock and she collapsed on the 
floor and curled into a fetal position, only half-
conscious. I rose on wobbly legs and turned, noticing 
only now that Bill had entered the room at some point 
during my brutal fuck of his youngest daughter. His 
face was flushed with lust and his erect cock tented 
the robe he wore.

He put a finger to his lips for quiet and I nodded. I 
pulled the cum-filled condom off my cock, cleaned 
myself with a wad of tissues then wrapped up the mess 
and tossed it into the wastebasket. Groggy and terribly 
thirsty, I searched for my clothes. Unable to find my 
jockeys, and not caring much anyway, I pulled my pants 
on and zipped my them carefully over my still-sizable 
cock.

Bill meanwhile had uncovered the bondage structure and 
was standing over the prone body of his well-fucked 
daughter. I was leaving the room, desperate for 
something to drink when I heard Angela's cry.

"Daddy!"

I looked back inside the room and saw Angela scrambling 
into the corner, her hands furtively trying to cover 
her nakedness.

"It's time for your punishment," I heard Bill say just 
before I closed the door.

                     - o -

I'd never tasted anything so good as the beer I drank 
when I got upstairs. I finished it quickly and opened a 
second. I lingered over this beer, drinking it slowly 
and imaging how little Angela was taking her 
punishment. After about twenty minutes I finished the 
beer and drew a glass of water and returned to the 
basement.

Bill had removed his robe and was standing behind his 
bound daughter, fucking his cock slowly but steadily 
into her ass. I saw Angela's face in the mirror, her 
expression a mixture of pain and pleasure. I walked 
around to face her and lifted her head enough to bring 
the glass up to her lips. I poured a small amount into 
her mouth and she swallowed, her face showing 
gratitude, and parted her lips for more. I slowly fed 
her the water in small doses until she had finished the 
glass.

"Thank you, Jake," she said, and smiled gamely. "Oh!"

I looked up and saw that Bill's arm was wrapped around 
her slender thigh, his fingers busy in her cunt. I 
crouched so I was even with Angela and covered her lips 
with mine. She kissed me back, hungrily and moaned in 
disappointment when I broke the kiss. I lowered myself 
to my haunches and removed the clamps that Bill had 
applied to her young nipples. I replaced them with my 
mouth, sucking her entire young breast into my mouth 
and feasting on the ripening mound. I continued, moving 
from one breast to the other, until Angela came from 
the triple assault on her breasts, cunt and ass. Bill 
announced that he was coming and grunted through his 
release. I pulled my mouth off Angela's breast to watch 
her face as she climaxed, and it was a beautiful thing 
to see.

When she finished her eyes refocused on me, crouching 
under her, and she smiled, her adoration clear.

"Will you... take me now, like daddy did?"

"No, babe. I think you've been through enough. You've 
done terrific!"

Her lips curved into a shy smile, then she pulled her 
lips into a straight line and a determined look cross 
her features.

"I want you to... I want to feel your cock in my 
bottom... I want to feel you cum. Please, Jake."

When I got in position behind her and stepped out of my 
pants, I found her tiny anus still dilated from Bill's 
fuck, his cum leaking out. I concluded our evening with 
Angela gently fucking my cock in and out of her ass, 
never going more than two-thirds of the way in, amazed 
that I could fit, until I exploded deep inside her ass. 
Angela watched me in the mirror as I hosed her bowels, 
and her expression was one of serene happiness. 


Chapter Fourteen: "Wendy"

It was the last day of school and I was hanging out, 
waiting for Sophie, next to the tree where I had first 
kissed her. My mind was wandering, thinking about that 
day and how far we'd come.

"Hi there," I heard and shook my head clear to focus on 
the girl standing in front of me. It was Wendy, Jack's 
girlfriend.

"Hello," I said, and was surprised when she moved in 
and kissed me, her mouth forcing mine open and her 
tongue sliding in. Despite the fact that Jack and I 
were identical twins, we were usually easy to identify 
because I wore my hair kinda long and Jake wore his 
much shorter. As I kissed Wendy back I realized that 
she'd mistaken me for Jack because he'd been without a 
haircut for weeks and I'd just cut mine.

She broke the kiss finally and smiled into my face. Our 
arms were around each other and our bodies pressed 
close. She looked puzzled for a second and then said, 
"You're not Jack."

"My God," I said, "and you're not Sophie."

She was still laughing when I saw Sophie approach over 
Wendy's shoulder.

"Hi, Sophie," I said. "Wendy just finished rearranging 
my tonsils."

Wendy blushed and turned to face Sophie. Sophie smiled 
and said, "Should I scratch your eyes out?"

"I thought he was Jack," said Wendy.

"Likely story," she said, her face smiling. We walked 
together.

"They even kiss alike," said Wendy. "It's eerie."

"I know," said Sophie.

"Oh?" said Wendy. "You've made the same mistake?"

Sophie, who had done more than kiss Jack, having taken 
his cock in every hole she had, recovered nicely.

"Same mistake."

                       - o -

I mentioned the episode to Jack that evening after we 
had spent hours with dad going over plans for the 
house. An architect had taken Dad's preliminary designs 
and done a great job improving on them, adding the 
important details of wiring and plumbing, and had 
create finished plans and blueprints. We wouldn't 
officially own the house for another month, but the 
executor of the estate selling the property agreed to 
allow us to start the following week. We were going to 
spend a good part of Saturday walking through the house 
and making a thorough plan for the demolition of the 
cracked and sagging walls and ceilings.

"Isn't she a great kisser," he said.

"Yes," I said. She had my cock feeling it when she 
kissed me and her body felt great pressed up against 
mine.

"How is it going with her?" I asked. "Any chance she 
might agree to a three-way?"

I knew I wasn't being fair to Jack, but her kiss had me 
thinking of her.

"Jake," he said, "not every girl is as open to new 
experiences as Sophie. For Christ's sake, I still 
haven't fucked her ass yet. I know I owe you one, for 
letting me join you and Sophie. But I'm not there yet 
with Wendy."

His relationship with Wendy suffered from a severe case 
of overprotective parents. Her folks were Baptists and 
very serious about their daughter remaining a virgin 
until marriage. I was amazed he got to bed Wendy as 
often as he did, which I figured was once a week, at 
best. Most times they fucked here and they only had 
that opportunity because her folks mistakenly figured 
that my father, a ranking policeman, would guard her 
virtue as carefully as they did. She was not on the 
pill, and Jake kept a supply of condoms in our room, in 
Cathy's car and on his person.

"Hey, bro," said Jack while I was lost in thought. "I 
have an idea... how about we pull a switch and you 
pretend that you're me."

"You think that would work?" I asked, doubtful but 
excited. "Don't you think she'd pick up on something we 
do differently?"

Jack shrugged his shoulders and said, "We had the same 
teacher."

                        -o-

As I drifted off to sleep I gave it some thought. It 
wasn't as if I was lacking for sex or sex partners. 
Sophie and I fucked regularly and it was great every 
time. She let me enjoy Angela every once in a while. 
Angela was now on the pill, which I thought was wise 
giving that she was very likely still putting out for 
her brother Ralph. His threat to tell her parents about 
catching her masturbating was as empty a threat as I 
could imagine. But he didn't know that and she was 
unlikely to tell him. It was clear to me that the 
occasional fuck from me or her dad couldn't possibly 
keep the little minx happy. My last time with Angela 
was quite a thrill, and told me volumes about her 
sessions with Bill. She dressed in a small baby-doll 
nightgown, did her hair up in pigtails, and called me 
Uncle Jake while she sucked on a lollipop. I convinced 
my young "niece" to suck on my lollipop instead. Later 
she objected strenuously when I insisted on putting my 
"thing" in her "cunny", and her fists beat weakly 
against my chest as I raped the little girl.

The previous weekend I'd even got to have sex with Joan 
again. Bill, Sophie, Joan and I had been sitting in 
their backyard patio drinking iced tea when she 
complained in a good-natured way about being pregnant.

"I started with a husband who didn't make love to me 
enough. Now I've got a husband who ignores me because 
I'm getting fat and ugly, and who'd rather fuck his 
pretty young daughters."

Bill laughed and said, "Poor dear."

I stood up and offered my hand to Joan. She took it and 
tossed a smile at Bill while I pulled her to her feet.

"Well at least there's one gallant man around here."

I took her upstairs and we made love, twice. The second 
course had her on top, riding my cock, and I could see 
no sign that she was pregnant. I told her so and she 
smiled and said that it would be another month before 
she's begin to show.

"And in two months, maybe three, I'll be so fat no one 
will want to fuck me."

Bill had come in moments before and heard this comment.

"Jake and I will promise to fuck you even after you're 
as big as a house," he said, stripping off his clothes.

"You're such a gentleman, Bill," she said, rocking back 
and forth on my cock. 

Bill lubed his cock with K-Y jelly and got up on the 
bed behind his wife.

"Oh!" she gasped when she felt his finger on her anus. 
A minute later, Bill entered her slowly with her body 
pressed down on top of me, and I could feel his cock 
worm its way into her ass through the walls that 
separated her two holes.

"When it rains it pours," she said. Joan came twice 
before Bill and I dumped our loads in her ass and cunt.

As I lay in bed, thinking of all the great sex I was 
enjoying, I still couldn't get Wendy out of my mind. I 
resolved to quiz Jack all about his relationship with 
her so that I had a good chance to pass myself off as 
him, and fuck Wendy. By now I was sporting a raging 
hard on. I could hear Jack sleeping in his bed and 
considered jacking off. I crawled out of bed and went 
out to the hall, intending to go in the bathroom and 
take care of my condition. But I paused and noticed 
Cathy's door and quickly decided to enter. I stepped 
into the dark room and quietly made my way over to the 
bed, stripped off my jockey's and eased into bed.

Cathy was sleeping on her side, facing away from me, 
and I slid over and pressed myself against her warm 
body. She was wearing a nightshirt but it had rode up 
and nothing separated my hard cock from the cheeks of 
her ass.

"Mmmm," she said, waking slowly. "Jack, can't you let a 
person sleep?" 

"I couldn't sleep." I whispered and didn't correct her 
mistake of my identity.

"Okay, Jack," she said and rolled onto her tummy. I 
followed and mounted her and she arched her hips to 
give me access to her cunt. She was dry at first, so it 
took a minute or so to get inside her. I fucked her 
slowly and in silence until my cock tingled and jerked, 
dumping my load deep inside.

                      - o -

Jack and I arrived at the Victorian early Monday 
morning and supervised the placement of the large 
dumpster we had rented to hold the tremendous volume of 
lathe and plaster that was sure to result from our 
restoration. We set up a long flexible tube from a 
second floor window, leading down into the dumpster, 
and started in that room. We wore safety glasses and 
masks over our mouths and, using sledge hammers, crow 
bars and other tools, attacked the walls. Ripping down 
the century-old walls created an absolute mess of the 
floors and of us. The ceiling was even worse as the 
debris had to fall ten feet to reach the floor. The 
plaster smashed itself into dust when it hit the floor, 
and it was hard to see through the cloud of white dust.

We spent several times as much time cleaning up the 
mounds of debris as we did creating them. Jack told me 
about Wendy as we worked: what he called her when they 
were intimate (babe), the names of all her friends and 
family and a sentence or two about each, and on and on. 
By the end of the first day we had completed only one 
and a half rooms and our bodies ached.

As the week went on we had friends coming over to pitch 
in and help, and we got smarter about doing the work. 
It moved along. Jill, Marion's daughter, joined us 
beginning in mid-week and was a tireless worker. In her 
honor we did her room next, stripping the walls and 
ceilings down to the studs.

Wendy came by one afternoon and I met her at the door. 
Jill and a friend of ours were upstairs helping Jack 
clear debris. My hair, clothes and face were white from 
the dust, except where the goggles and mask protected 
parts of my face.

"Hi," she said. "Jack?"

I lifted the goggles to my forehead and pulled the mask 
down.

"If I say yes can I have another kiss?"

"Jake," she said, smiling. "You're incorrigible."

"True," I said. "No kiss, huh?"

She shook her head and took my arm. "You can show me 
the house, though."

I gave her a tour of the first floor, then turned her 
over to Jack when we reached the battle zone that was 
the second floor. Jack introduced her to Jill and then 
gave me a pointed look before announcing that he'd show 
Wendy the third floor.

Ten minutes later when Jack and Wendy still hadn't come 
down, Jill said she'd go get them and started for the 
stairs.

"Jill," I called and she turned.

"Why don't we leave them alone for awhile," I 
suggested, gently.

"Why? I thought our break was over."

"Jill..." I paused before continuing, "they don't get 
much time together, where they can be alone."

Jill thought about this for a second and her expression 
changed. "You mean they're---" She didn't finish the 
sentence but blushed instead.

"There aren't any beds up there," she said, under her 
breath, not expecting any response.

"Young love can solve all sorts of obstacles," I said 
and we returned to work.

                     - o -

Cathy started work that same Monday at a law office 
downtown, as a secretary and general go-fer for a woman 
who had gone to law school with Marion. She was a 
temporary replacement for a girl who was out on 
maternity leave. She wore the same blue business suit 
that she had worn for her date with Bill Patterson. 
According to Marion, who got a report from her friend, 
her presence reduced the productivity of the young male 
associates to near zero has they found excuse after 
excuse to wander by her desk and chat.

                     - o -

The next day, Tuesday, Jack and I found an extra 
mattress that we'd been storing in our garage, and tied 
it on top of the car. We set up the bed in a third-
floor room of the Victorian and put sheets on it. We 
cut some flowers from the garden and put them in a vase 
on the dusty window ledge, but it was still a dreary, 
if convenient, room.

"I think I'm ready for Wendy," I announced after we'd 
finished.

"Oh?" he said.

"Yeah, and I think it's best to do it here. It's hard 
enough to tell us apart when we're washed up and clean. 
Covered in dust it'll be impossible for her to know I'm 
Jake."

"Unless you screw up," he said.

"Well, there's always that possibility."

He quizzed me about Wendy while we worked that day, 
adding some things he'd forgotten to mention. This 
continued until Sophie and her brother Ralph came over 
to help. I had not spent much time with Ralph and found 
him both helpful and an interesting guy to chat with. 
He had improved a lot from the quiet kid of a few 
months ago, who's only mission in life seemed to be 
video games. I figured that fucking his sister Angela 
was doing him a world of good.

Marion and Jill came over after five o'clock, and Jill 
and Ralph worked together as a team clearing debris, 
while Marion planted some things in the back yard. 
Sophie and I managed to sneak upstairs for a quickie. 
We had just finished when the door opened and Jill 
stuck her head in.

"Oh!" she said and backed out. "Sorry" I heard through 
the door.

"Oh, shit," I said. We hadn't undressed more than was 
necessary to get my cock into her cunt, as quickly as 
possible, but my pants and Jockey's were pushed half-
way down my legs and Sophie was naked from the waist 
down. Jill must have seen enough to know we were 
fucking.

"How old is she?"

"Jill's twelve," I said. "Real nice kid."

"She'll be okay," she Sophie. "Let's get dressed and 
you can introduce me to your new sister."

We found Jill outside, helping her mom. I drew her away 
and introduced her to Sophie.

"I've heard a lot about you," said Jill, "from all the 
O'Leary's."

"It's good to meet you," said Sophie. "And I'm sorry 
about... y'know---"

"That's okay," said Jill. "I should have knocked."

We finished up an hour later and went home, exhausted. 
We showered and dumped our clothes into the washer, 
then had a big dinner with Marion, Jill, Sophie and the 
four O'Leary's. Jack got a call from Wendy after dinner 
and she told him she'd be by to help the next 
afternoon. I saw a twinkle in his eyes when he told me, 
and I casually ascertained from Sophie that she had 
other plans.

                     - o -

I talked to Jack about Wendy one last time as we lay in 
our beds that night, the lights off.

"She knows you've had other girls, right?"

"Yes. She was curious about how I learned."

After a moment I asked, "Has she told you she won't do 
anal?"

"No, it's not like that. I've never come out and said, 
"You, Wendy, bitch, I want to fuck your ass!" or 
anything like that."

"But you've talked about it?"

"I've told her that it's one kind of sex that we might 
want to try, eventually."

"And her response?"

"She just kinda looks suspicious or doubtful, and 
quickly changes the subject."

                     - o -

The next day I wore Jack's UNC tee shirt to the 
Victorian, and he wore a shirt of mine. We worked 
steadily and completed the last room on the second 
floor by early afternoon, then took a break for lunch. 
When Wendy showed up we were lounging under a tall elm 
tree, drinking cokes and enjoying the shade.

I got up and greeted her with a kiss. "Hi Babe."

"Hi Jack," she said. The look in her eyes told me she 
was looking forward to a trip to the third floor 
retreat.

"Hi Wendy," said Jack. "We just finished the second 
floor. Not much for Jack and you to do for awhile."

"Oh Boy," she said and took my hand. Her constant 
chatter about her folks saved me from having to say 
much as we walked upstairs, but I managed to chuckle or 
grunt at all the right times. Jack's thorough briefing 
really helped. When we entered the third floor bedroom 
she stopped talking and nestled herself in my arms.

"This doesn't have to be a quickie?" she asked and 
kissed me. She broke the kiss after several seconds.

"No, babe," I said and kissed her again. It was a long, 
wet, thrilling kiss that had my cock growing 
uncomfortably large in my pants.

"What's got into you?" she said, breathing hard, when 
we broke.

"A certain tall beautiful brunette," I said, "with legs 
to die for."

"I know we have time," she said as she stripped her tee 
shirt over her head, "but I want you inside me, now."

She wasn't wearing a bra, and her medium sized breasts 
stood firm from her chest, capped by thick brown 
nipples. I was so used to the Patterson red-heads with 
their pinkish aureoles and nipples that I stared at her 
brown nipples before I remembered that I was supposed 
to be Jack, and that he'd seen these lovely breasts 
often.

I tore my eyes away from her tits and knelt to untie my 
working boots. My the time I got my boots and socks off 
and rose, Wendy was nude, lying in the middle of the 
mattress. She had her knees up and spread, and I had a 
perfect view of her neatly trimmed brown bush and the 
lips of her sex. While I watched her hands slid down 
wand caressed her thighs and all around her sex.

"Hurry, Jack," she said.

I quickly pulled my tee off and stripped off my pants 
and Jockey's, then opened a foil packet and fit the 
rubber on my cock. I dropped on the mattress, my mouth 
directly over her cunt. My tongue found her clit 
immediately and it was already hard and stiff. She 
tasted a little different from the Patterson women or 
Cathy, but still delicious.

"I want your cock, Jack," she said, pulling on my hair. 
"Fuck me."

I rose slowly up her body, kissing and licking as I 
went, and paused for several long moments to mouth and 
suck her luscious, brown-tipped breasts. But her 
fingers grabbed my hair again and pulled, so I slid 
further up and eased my cock into her wetness. Her 
fingers traced down my back, her long fingernails 
scratched as they went, and then she dug her fingers 
into my ass and pulled my forward. I drove to the hilt 
in her very tight cunt, and lowered my mouth on hers.

She broke the kiss very quickly and pushed her hips up 
and me, "Fuck me, Jack, hard." It was finally becoming 
clear that Wendy wanted just what she asked for, a hard 
fast fuck. I lifted myself on my elbows and pumped my 
cock quickly back and forth in her cunt. She was unlike 
anyone I had ever fucked, and her athletic body pushed 
back hard against me, squirming, fighting, bucking back 
against me with incredible spirit and force. She rolled 
us over at one point and slammed her body up and down 
on my cock as her lips curled into a snarl. I grabbed 
her breasts and squeezed hard, until she cried out and 
knocked my hands away. Pinning my hands against the 
mattress she bared her teeth and bit my neck while her 
hips bounced up and down, slamming into me. I used my 
weight and strength advantage to roll her off and was 
quickly back on top. I pinned her hands beneath mine, 
rose above her and hammered my cock as hard and fast as 
I could in her cunt. She bent her knees, planted her 
feet, and pushed hard against me as I rutted into her. 
Somehow she managing to lift her hips off the mattress, 
and me too, but I drove my cock into her and forced her 
back down. She worked one hand free and brought it up 
to my chest, scratching the nails painfully into my 
flesh.

I grabbed the arm and pulled it across her body, 
turning her. An idea popped into my head and I acted on 
it, quickly pulling my cock out and flipping her over, 
face down against the bed. I pushed hard on her back to 
keep her as still as I could and while my legs and 
knees battled to spread her open. It took some doing 
but I managed to enter her again and drive my cock hard 
into her sex. I proceeded to ram my cock into her with 
as much force as I could. She continued to struggle 
until at last she cried out in orgasm, her pussy 
clamping hard against my driving cock. I came a few 
moments later, my eruption an exquisitely pleasurable 
ending to this erotic battle.

"You've got to learn to loosen up during sex," I said 
five minutes later when my heartbeat and breathing was 
back to normal. "You're too quiet. Too timid."

I was lying on the mattress, staring at the ceiling. 
Wendy was next to me, still face down as she was when 
we finished that frantic fuck. Jack had mentioned that 
she was quite active during sex but nothing had 
prepared me for Wendy. She laughed and propped her head 
up on her elbows and looked at me.

"I'm trying," she said. "But we Baptists need to save 
out energy for Church."

"Hallelujah!" I said.

"Amen," she said. I one catlike motion, fluid and 
quick, she pushed herself to her feet and walked off 
the mattress and to the door. "Be right back, lover."

I closed my eyes and dozed a bit, conscious of the 
water running in the bathroom down the hall, and the 
toilet flushing. I must have fallen asleep because I 
woke some time later to the feeling of her fingers on 
my cock, pulling off the used condom, followed by the 
comforting feeling of a warm, wet washcloth. This was 
replaced moments later by the even warmer, wetter 
feeling of my mouth and she sucked the entire length of 
my flaccid cock into her mouth. She had me quite hard 
inside three minutes, taking me all the was to the back 
of her throat on occasion.

"I want to try that again," she said, moving cat-like 
to her feet and retrieving a pillow from the top of the 
bed. I had no idea what "that" was. Rolling to my side 
I watched as she placed the pillow on the edge of the 
bottom of the mattress. She laid down and edged back 
until her shoulders were on the pillow and her head 
hung off the mattress.

"C'mon, Jack. Let's try again," she said.

My brain raced over the possibilities and finally 
concluded that she wanted me put my cock in her mouth.

"Thanks a lot, Jack, for the briefing," I thought 
ruefully to myself as I climbed off the mattress and 
judged the best way to attempt what she had in mind. I 
knelt on the floor in front of her upside down head and 
tried to figure the out the geometry.

"How shall we try it this time?" I asked, hoping that 
an honest question was better than guessing wrong.

"Spread your knees like last time so your cock is at 
the same level as my mouth and throat," she said.

"Ahh," I thought to myself. "She and Jack have been 
trying to deep-throat."

I spread my knees apart until my cock was at the right 
level. The muscles in my thighs complained as I almost 
did the splits. Jack was on the wrestling team and I 
guessed he was quite a bit more limber than I was. I 
edged my cock forward, over her lips and into her mouth 
and soon the discomfort of my stretched thighs was a 
forgotten memory. Her lips closed around my shaft and 
her hands circled my back, pulling me into her mouth, 
all the way back to her throat. Her hands guided me, 
back out then deep again, pressing me this time into 
her throat. The tip of my cock wedged into her throat 
less than an inch before she pulled me back. I could 
tell she was breathing calmly and carefully out of her 
nose and that she had amazing control of her gag 
reflex. She repeated this a half-dozen more times, each 
time my cock went deeper into her incredibly tight 
throat.

"This is incredibly sexy, Babe," I said. "I'm fucking 
your throat."

After another half-dozen thrusts she was able to take 
all nine inches into her mouth and down her throat. By 
watching her lovely neck I could see her throat expand 
to accommodate by cock each time I fucked forward. When 
I was all the way in my balls pressed up against her 
forehead and her lips pressed against the base of my 
cock.

Despite having come only twenty minutes before I knew 
it wouldn't be long before this erotic act would have 
me dumping my load into her throat. I had remembered to 
ask Jack if Wendy swallowed his cum and he had said 
yes. I also recalled his having said that Wendy wasn't 
as keen on new experiences as Sophie, and I chuckled to 
myself as my cock once again pushed forward down her 
tight throat canal.

Wendy's hands left my back and slid down her body, one 
squeezing her breasts and playing with her nipples 
while the other pressing into her cunt. I kept the 
cadence of my fucking the same as when she was guiding 
me. After another few minutes I came, groaning as my 
cock blasted cum directly down her throat. Wendy came a 
few seconds after swallowing my load, her fingers 
moving rapidly in small circles over her clit.

                     - o -

"That was an incredible feeling, Wendy, fucking your 
throat like that," I said when we woke from a nap a 
half-hour later. I was spooning her.

She turned around and faced me. I was once again amazed 
at her feline movements as she reversed herself and 
brought her face to mine for a quick kiss.

"Your welcome, Jake," she said, her hazel eyes 
sparkling, and it took me a second or two to realize 
that she'd called me Jake instead of Jack. Her lips 
formed a crooked smile and her eyes were laughing.

"Sophie doesn't do that for you?" she asked. "Deep-
throat you..."

"How'd you know?" I asked. "I mean---"

"Little things got me wondering. How you stared at me 
when I undressed like it was a new experience. And when 
we fucked I knew you were not Jack... when you turned 
me over and took me from the rear."

"Oh?"

"Jack has this tendency to treat me like I'm a fragile 
princess or something. It's kind of strange when you 
consider his wrestling experience." I knew what she 
meant. Jake to a senior who went on to win the state 
title. He was a relentless force on the mat.

"Are you angry?" I asked.

She paused a moment and her eyes studied my face. "I'd 
be lying if I told you I didn't enjoy this, with you. 
But I'm a little hurt that Jack... what, lent me to 
you? I guess I would have hoped he'd be jealous. 
Y'know, so in love with me that he couldn't stand to 
think about me being with another man."

Her smile told me that she wasn't as angry as we might 
have expected.

"He does love you," I said. "He's crazy about you. But 
I think it's different with a twin. We compete over a 
lot of things, but we're also extremely close. If he 
found out that some other Joe was fucking you, I 
suspect he'd do his best to rip the poor guy's head off 
his shoulders."

Wendy smiled and said, "So, twins share everything, 
huh?"

I shrugged, not liking where this was going.

"Have you pulled this switch with Sophie?" she asked.

I thought about lying but thought better of it. "If I 
tell you the truth will you promise me you wont get 
pissed off and dump Jack. This was my idea, and he'd be 
devastated to lose you."

"He's not getting rid of me that easily," she said.

I took a breath and said, "We didn't pull switch with 
Sophie. The three of us made love together, once."

"No shit?" she said. Her face showed considerable 
interest. "How'd you talk Sophie into that?"

"It was her suggestion," I said. "She's really 
interested in trying new things."

"Oh," she said then let out a deep breath. "Jack's so 
sweet and polite about it, but I can tell he wants to 
do more. Do you and Sophie do... anal?"

"Oh, yes," I said. "It's incredible."

"For you I'm sure it is," she said, shaking her head.

"For Sophie as well," I objected. "She loves it. Why 
don't you ask her about it?"

"Oh, sure," she said and blushed this time. "Say, 
Sophie, I was just fucking your boyfriend and he 
suggested I ask you about how it feels to be fucked up 
the ass."

I laughed and pushed her onto her back and rolled on 
top of her, holding her hands in mine over her head. I 
gave her a quick kiss and said, "And you could get me 
in even more trouble by asking her about the time she 
fucked the two of us."

"Oh, Boy. Tell me more," she said.

"I've already said too much," I said and kissed her. "I 
don't think you'll find a more considerate teacher than 
Jack. When you decide you're ready to try anal, he'll 
do it right. You may not like it as much as Sophie 
or... other girls, but you owe it to yourself to try."

"Jack has experience with it?" she asked, trying to 
worm more information out of me. I frowned at her and 
she laughed.

"You're bad," I said and laughed with her. At the same 
time I lowered myself down her body and licked her 
brown nipples.

"What else do you think I should try?" she asked.

"Gee, if I were you I'd give serious thought to a 
three-way with Jack and me."

"Boy, that's a surprise," she said and chuckled. I 
moved back up, feeling with my cock for her entrance 
and slid it inside.

"What else?" she said

"A four-way," I said. "Sophie can join us."

"Mmmm," she said as I fucked her.

"I'd love to watch you eating Sophie while Jack fucks 
you from behind."

"You're nasty," she said. "And you've forgotten to put 
on a condom."

I mentally kicked myself and got up to get a new 
package and put the rubber over my cock. When I 
returned she'd flipped over onto her stomach, her knees 
pulled tight next to her hips. This gave me a perfect 
view on her cunt and anus. I teased her by rubbing the 
head of my cock against her rosette, intending to lower 
it after a few seconds.

"Don't you think Jack should take me there first?" she 
said, her voice husky.

"Uh huh," I said, rubbing my cock in small circles over 
her anus. "Besides, it would be a waste of a perfectly 
good condom."

I lowered my cock and entered her pussy. I returned to 
the subject of a four-way with Sophie, Jack and I while 
I fucked her. "Maybe we could tie Sophie spread eagle 
on the bed and you could kneel over her face and force 
her to lick you while Jack or I fuck her."

She was breathing hard now and I knew that these images 
were playing in her mind as we fucked. I fucked her 
steadily as I whispered in her ear all sorts of 
exciting and nasty things she might do with Jack, or 
with Jack and I or with all of us. We came together 
after twenty minutes or so, and by the end Wendy was 
suggesting some nasty things as well. 


Chapter Fifteen: "A Dark Night at the Patterson's" 

The second week at the Victorian was even more hectic 
than the first. We were demolishing the first floor 
ceiling and walls, and had even more help than before, 
with Jessica there for eight or nine hours a day, 
Sophie, Ralph and even little Angela stopping by to 
pitch in when they could, Wendy and several guys from 
the high school. We paid only three dollars an hour, 
but it was paid in cash at the end of the day and the 
spirit of camaraderie made it a popular job. 

Dad couldn't take time off because he and Marion had 
booked a three-week honeymoon in Europe and he couldn't 
justify more time away from his busy job. The wedding 
was set for three weeks away. He did spend his evenings 
at the house and was a ten minute drive away if we 
needed his help with the parade of inspectors, 
electricians, plumbers and carpenters. Cathy would come 
by after her day at work and help out. 

I was bone-tired at the end of every ten- or eleven-
hour day and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the 
pillow. Except for two quick trips up to the third-
floor with Sophie on Tuesday and Friday, it wasn't much 
of a week for sex. Jack did about as well with Wendy 
who forgave him for letting me fuck her. He would have 
done himself better had he been a little less honest 
when Angela propositioned him one afternoon, thinking 
he was me. But he didn't know about my experiences with 
Angela or Joan, and was understandably cautious with 
the cute piece of jail-bait. 

Bill Patterson came my Friday afternoon, ostensibly to 
pick up Sophie and Ralph, but also to see the progress 
we had made. I took him on a tour of the house ending 
in the backyard where we kept sodas and a few beers on 
ice in a big plastic garbage can in the shade of the 
elm tree. 

"Joan asked me to invite you over for dinner tomorrow 
night," he said as we relaxed with our drinks. 

"Sounds great," I said. "How's my second favorite 
Patterson woman?" 

"She's doing fine," he said, "although... if you'll 
excuse the pun, she's milking this pregnancy for 
everything she can." 

"Oh, you're bad," I said. 

He smiled and continued, "She complains that I don't 
fuck her enough, but it's almost every day now, up from 
once a week two mouths ago. And she complains that 
you're too busy to stop by." 

"Hell, I'm too busy for Sophie," I said. 

He took another swallow of his beer and a thought 
occurred to me. 

"How about Ralph?" I asked. 

He looked at me with a quizzical expression. 

"Why doesn't Joan fuck Ralph every now and then? The 
kid must be getting a pretty warped view of sex with 
just Angela as a partner. Joan could---" I didn't 
finish the sentence because the look on Bill's face 
told me that the relationship between Ralph and Angela 
was news to him. 

"Of course!" he said. "How could I have missed it?" 

"You didn't know?" I said, stating the obvious. 

"No... but it explains a lot. Sometimes I can be pretty 
dense." 

He finished his beer staring off into the distance and 
I left him alone with his thoughts. Ralph and Sophie 
came up and we calculated their wages and I paid them, 
then walked the Patterson's to their car. 

"Come by before seven if you can," said Bill as his 
kids climbed in the car. Out of earshot of his kids he 
added, "And get a good night's sleep tonight, Jake. 
I've got a suspicion you're gonna need it." 

                      - o - 

I slept in Saturday morning, rising at eight, feeling 
less soreness in my muscles than was usually the case 
after a day at the Victorian. After showering I went 
downstairs and found Cathy, Jake and Marion sitting 
around the kitchen table. Dad, I learned, was at the 
house supervising the electrician who was upgrading the 
service and re-wiring the house. 

"Eggs okay?" asked Cathy. It was her turn for breakfast 
duty. 

"Yeah, thanks, Cath," I said and helped myself to 
coffee. 

"Jessica with her dad?" I asked Marion. 

She nodded, then put her coffee cup down and said, "You 
guys notice anything different about her lately?" 

"No," I said. "She's been a great help with the house. 
The kid's tireless." 

"Well, she's trying to impress her brothers," offered 
Marion. "She's been asking me questions?" 

"About?" said Jack. 

"Sex," said Marion. 

The image of Ralph popped into my head. I noticed that 
he and Jessica often teamed up together for certain 
jobs. My anger rose as I imagined him taking advantage 
of the twelve-year old Jessica, just as he had with his 
slightly older sister. 

"She hasn't been touched, has she?" I said, surprising 
Marion and Jack with my tone and the color in my face. 

"Oh, God no, Jake," said Marion. 

I turned to Jack, still angry, and said, "We shouldn't 
let Ralph Patterson get anywhere near Jessica!" 

"Whoa, Jake," said Marion. "Ralph's been terrific with 
Jessa. She likes him a lot, but not in that way. You 
have to understand that Jessa and I talk about 
everything. It's not Ralph that has her asking these 
questions. What goes on in the third floor?" 

I was given a reprieve from answering as Cathy put a 
plate in front of me. I dug into the scrambled eggs and 
Cathy took a seat. 

"We, ah, have a mattress up there," said Jack. "For, 
um..." 

"Never mind," said Marion. "I can imagine. But her 
questions," she stopped and took a sip of coffee. 
"I've told her all about the birds and the bees, mind 
you. Her questions are about, well, other kinds of sex. 
Oral sex, anal sex, all sorts of things that a twelve-
year old shouldn't be asking." 

"Unless..." I said. 

"Oh, Shit," said Jack and we stared at each other over 
the table. 

It was suddenly clear to me and Jack as well, that our 
young sister-to-be was somehow spying on our antics in 
the third-floor room. There was no other explanation. I 
rubbed my hands through my hair and thought about what 
to do about it. I made up my mind but Cathy beat me to 
it. 

"Jake," she said, "I think you should have a quiet talk 
with Jessica. She thinks the world of you, and she 
needs all of what she's seen or guessed put into 
perspective." 

"Yeh," said Marion, dryly. "And when you're finished 
with Jessa, Jake O'Leary, come explain it to me." 

                        - o - 

I arrived at the Patterson's at quarter to seven. I no 
longer rang the doorbell, but instead just walked in. I 
found Joan, Bill and Sophie out back. Bill was grilling 
a large batch of chicken, and Sophie and Joan were 
sitting in the patio area. 

"You clean up pretty good," said Sophie, who hadn't 
seen be not covered in plaster dust in quite a while. I 
kissed her and then kissed Joan. 

"Missed you around here, Jake," said Joan. 

"Been kind of obsessed with the house," I said. 
Remembering the last time I saw her, when Bill and I 
sandwiched her in a double fuck I added, "but the last 
time I saw you is still vividly clear in my head." 

She grinned at me and we talked briefly about how she 
was feeling before she excused herself to go inside and 
finish the salad. Sophie and I talked about when we 
might have some time together for something other than 
quickies on the mattress in the dingy third floor room 
at the Victorian. We were hoping that we'd have more 
time, privacy and space during the three weeks that my 
Dad and Marion would be away. Sophie asked me if I knew 
what her Dad was up to. Sophie indicated that he'd been 
working down in the basement for most of the day. I 
shook my head but raised my eyebrows in mock horror. 

We ate dinner in the formal dinning room and everyone 
was in great spirits. Until, that is, Bill sprung his 
surprise on them. 

"Ralph, you haven't told anyone that you're fucking 
Angela, have you?" 

Ralph's jaw dropped open and Sophie and Joan were in a 
similar state. 

"Because we'd be in a world of hurt if people outside 
the six of us knew what went on in this house. I'd be 
thrown in jail if it was known that I fuck Angela and 
Sophie. Your mom could be in trouble for fucking Jake 
and having his child." Bill went on in a conversational 
tone and I looked around at the mostly stunned faces. 
Bill concluded his monologue by repeating his original 
question to his fifteen-year old son. 

"No, dad," he said. "I wouldn't tell anybody about 
that." 

Bill went around the table, getting promises from each 
of us that we hadn't told anyone and never would. 

"Good," he said. "We're going to have a family treat 
tonight. Joan, could you take Sophie and Angela 
upstairs. Take this with you. It contains 
instructions." 

Joan and the girls rose from their chairs and departed, 
Joan taking the envelope with her. I had no idea what 
Bill had planned but my cock was tingling at the 
possibilities. 

"Let's get these dishes done," he said to Ralph and I. 
Working together it took less than ten minutes to load 
the dishwasher and clean up the kitchen. We followed 
Bill outside and sat in the Patio. 

Ralph had not said more than two words since Bill had 
announced that he knew of the sex he was having with 
Angela. I could tell that he was nervous and confused 
about Bill's other admissions. Bill also noticed 
Ralph's discomfort. 

"Is Angela the only girl you've had?" he asked. 

"Yes," said Ralph. 

"That will change tonight, son. You're going to fuck 
Sophie and your mom, too." 

"Mom?" he said, his voice incredulous. "And Sophie?" He 
glance at me then returned his full attention to his 
father. 

"Yep. Tell me, how have you had Angela? Just her 
pussy?" 

"Um," he cleared his throat and his face colored. "She, 
ah, sucks me off too." 

"And you eat her pussy?" asked Bill. 

"Yeah, sometimes." 

"Have you fucked her ass yet?" 

"No," he said, his eyes widening. 

"It's a great feeling, fucking little Angela's ass. 
Would you agree, Jake?" 

"It's quite amazing," I said, remembering the time I 
fucked her there after Bill had loosened the way by 
butt-fucking her for many minutes. 

"Would you like to know what's planned for tonight?" he 
asked. 

"God, yes," said Ralph, leaning forward. 

"Your mom is preparing herself and the girls right now. 
They're all getting enemas which you remember, I'm 
sure. This will clean out their bottoms and leave their 
anal passageways relaxed and slippery enough for us to 
fuck. In about thirty minutes they'll go downstairs and 
enter the rec room in the basement. We'll follow a few 
minutes later, get undressed and enter. 

"The room will be dark, pitch black actually. You, me 
and Jake will have to crawl around until we find a 
partner. You can fuck that girl or have her suck you 
off, whatever, but you can't take her ass, not yet. You 
always have to clean yourself thoroughly after anal sex 
and we will not be leaving that room until we've 
enjoyed all three of them. The last one you can butt-
fuck." 

"Jesus," I said and laughed. "And people think I'm 
imaginative." 

Bill answered his son's questions and mine, and we 
waited until we heard a sharp knock on the sliding 
glass door. I looked over and saw Joan Patterson, 
dressed in a bathrobe, waving. I waved back and she 
disappeared. 

"Let's give them a minute and go down," said Bill. Each 
of us hit the bathroom to take a leak before 
descending. In the basement my pulse quickened when I 
saw three bathrobes tossed over the dryer. We all 
stripped off our clothes and placed them in neat piles 
near the door. Ralph stared enviously at the thick rod 
of my cock. His was hard and stood about six inches 
from the brown curls at the base. 

"Let's line up. Ralph, you first, then Jake." 

I noticed that Bill carried a flashlight in one hand 
and something that looked like a remote control device 
in the other. He flicked off the light in the basement 
and the room was now illuminated only from the light 
upstairs. At Bill's direction, Ralph opened the rec-
room door and slipped inside. 

I followed him after a few moments and dropped to my 
knees on the soft carpet and crawled a few feet 
forward. I couldn't see I thing, but if blackness can 
get even darker it did when Bill entered and closed the 
door behind him. The utter blackness made my sense of 
sight useless and I concentrated on hearing, but I had 
to regulate my own breathing before I could hear and 
sense the other five people in the room. 

I crawled slowly to the right, intending to circle the 
room counterclockwise. After moving several feet I 
heard a small sound just ahead of me. I stopped and 
listened, trying to make out the sounds I heard. Bodies 
shifting, rubbing against each other and across the 
carpeted floor, I thought. Maybe Ralph has found 
somebody. I crawled forward slowly until I sensed 
movement ahead of me, very close. I reached out and 
contacted something, someone. At the same time I heard 
the a muted moan, very close, then the unmistakable 
sound of a kiss being broken as two people took deep 
breaths. 

"Ralph's found somebody," I thought to myself. "But 
who?" 

My hands felt and found a limb, and then identified it 
as someone's arm. I followed it and found the body and 
another on top. I decided to give up trying to identify 
who Ralph had found and was groping with, and moved off 
to the left. As I crawled away in search of a partner, 
I heard a moan from the couple behind me and heard, or 
imagined I could hear, the sound of a cock entering a 
cunt. 

Moving on, I sensed rather than heard someone close to 
my left. Reaching out, my hand encountered flesh. A 
hand came on top of my own, holding me there, on a 
thigh I was pretty sure. My other hand reached out and 
found the girl's other arm. I rose on my knees and 
pulled her toward me, into my chest. 

"It's Joan," I thought to myself as we embraced. "No, 
it's Angela," I concluded as I felt her smaller pointy 
breasts against my chest. Groping in the darkness I 
found her head and brought it to mine. My lips found 
hers after an awkward moment and we settled into a 
long, wet kiss. Her tongue invaded my mouth and darted 
about and Angela's unique method of kissing confirmed 
my identification. We kissed again and again for 
several minutes before Angela broke away and lowered 
her head. My hands followed her head as it dropped into 
my lap and took my cock into her warm mouth. 

I sat back on my haunches and enjoyed the feeling of 
her enthusiastic mouth and tongue as she sucked me. The 
earlier eerie silence was now gone, replaced by wet 
sounds of sucking and kissing, audible breathing, and, 
behind me, the sound of hips slapping into hips. Bill 
had instructed us to refrain from talking and had done 
the same to the girls in his written instructions. All 
that was left was the sounds of three couples in this 
relatively small room as they fucked and sucked each 
other. 

Angela's mouth on my cock felt incredible and I decided 
I would cum too soon if I allowed her to continue. It 
wasn't her technique that had me so excited so quickly, 
for she was still learning how to felate. It was the 
eroticism of this venue and the cacophony of sex sounds 
that filled the room. I pulled Angela off my cock and 
laid her back on the floor. 

I reached out in the darkness and explored her body, 
finding her firm young tits with one hand while the 
other found her sex. Squeezing her ripening tits with 
one hand I slid two fingers into her steamy wetness. A 
soft moan came from the girl as I drove my fingers into 
her tightness. As I withdrew my fingers I pressed them 
against her erect little clit. 

"Oh... Oh... Oh," I heard behind me, from Ralph, I 
guessed, then the sound of his cry and he came inside 
his partner. 

This spurred me on and I crawled forward over Angela 
and mounted the girl. My cock had no trouble finding 
her wide open sex and I eased slowly forward until I 
was buried in her thirteen year-old cunt, pressed hard 
against her cervix. I began to fuck the young girl, 
silently and slowly, letting her tight cunt the time to 
get used to my rod. She showed me that she had learned 
something under her dad's tutelage as her body moved 
under me, her narrow hips undulating as I stroked into 
her sex. 

I heard another cry of climax in the room, from Sophie 
I was sure, and this caused me to quicken my pace and 
drive my cock in long quick strokes into the tight cunt 
beneath me. Angela hips rose each time I withdrew and 
pushed forward as I slammed into her wet box, bouncing 
her along the spongy carpet. The sounds of passion in 
the small room and the feeling of her tight underage 
pussy soon brought on the tingle in my balls that told 
me I was close. 

Angela's soft mewing sounds increased in intensity and 
I hammered into her, oblivious to anything but my 
impending release. Angela's cry and the wet effusion on 
my cock and balls pushed me over the edge and I groaned 
as my cock jerked and twitched as jet after jet of cum 
blasted forth in her sex. 

I rolled the two of us on our sides a few minutes 
later. Tucked face to face in the cocoon of darkness, 
her hot, sweet breath in my face, we listened to the 
rhythmic sound of fucking elsewhere in the room. A cry 
and a muffled moan soon announced the climaxes of that 
pair, which I guessed was Bill and maybe Joan. 

We had a lot of sex ahead of us, I knew, but it was 
very pleasant to be lying there with Angela in the 
utter blackness, her face inches from mine but quite 
invisible, her fingers playing idly with the hair on my 
chest. 

A few minutes later, with the room once again quite 
except for the background noise of our breathing, we 
all heard a click and saw a TV screen flash on. It was 
way up high, near the ceiling, and the small screen had 
blue letters against a black background that read, 

"INTERMISSION" 

I chuckled to myself and heard a few audible laughs. I 
rose to my elbow and looked around. The TV offered very 
little illumination but with my eyes used to utter 
darkness it was plenty of light to make out the room. 
Bill had removed the chair and table that used to 
occupy the end where Angela and I now lounged. His 
bondage machine was also gone from it's usual place at 
the other end of the room. The only furniture that 
remained was the tall metal storage cabinet and, on top 
of that, a TV/VCR that carried that single word. In 
front of the cabinet lay Bill and Joan. 

I looked to my left and saw Ralph and Sophie. Ralph was 
sitting with his back to the wall and his legs extended 
in a vee in front of him. Sophie was sitting, half 
laying, against him, her back to his chest, her legs 
crossed casually at the ankles. Ralph's hands circled 
Sophie, and his hands cupped her massive breasts. I 
could well understand his fascination with her tits, 
given his sole experience was with the young, still 
budding Angela. 

Another click was heard and "INTERMISSION" faded away 
and was replaced by a scene that was so bright in 
comparison that it hurt my eyes. I closed and then 
reopened my eyes and got used to the relatively bright 
light of the screen. The video showed the Anderson 
master bedroom, and in the middle of the king-sized bed 
were Joan Patterson and my beloved Sophie. The video 
that followed was only six or eight minutes long, but 
by the end my cock was fully recovered and ready for 
action. 

It started slowly as Joan and Sophie kissed and fondled 
each other. Angela's audible intake of breath, just 
next to me, caused me to grin. I stole a glance at 
Ralph and saw him staring open-mouthed at the screen. 
In the few minutes of the video Sophie and Joan 
escalated their lesbian scene, flipping end-to-tail and 
attacking each other's sex with unmistakable passion. 
The video faded out on the final scene with a still of 
Sophie's beautiful face in orgasm. and was replaced by 
the words "LADY'S CHOICE" 

Sophie acted first, disengaging her younger brother's 
hands from her breasts and crawling over to me. She did 
something that surprised me when he reached Angela and 
I. She crawled over Angela, straddling her younger 
sister, and lowered her body on hers. I saw movement 
from the corner of my eye and glance over to see Joan 
approaching her fifteen-year old son. 

Sophie pressed her breasts into Angela and leaned down 
to kiss the startled girl. I believe she whispered 
something in her ear before letting her up. I saw 
Angela scamper toward the other end of the room, to her 
father who waited, before a third click caused the room 
to ease again into total darkness. A second later I 
felt the familiar feel of Sophie's lips as they slid 
over my cock and she sucked me deep, no doubt savoring 
the taste of Angela's juices on my cock. 

This second course was much noisier than the first. 
Bill's instructions to stay as quite as possible were 
ignored as passion and enthusiasm took over. 

"Fuck me, Ralph," I heard from Joan, "Fuck your momma's 
cunt!" 

"Oh, Daddy, yes," I heard from the other end of the 
room before a loud slap silenced the young girl. For a 
while at least. 

I turned my body and sucked Ralph's cum out of Sophie's 
cunt while she licked and sucked my cock. He may have 
cum quickly from being in his sexy sister's cunt for 
the first time, but he left quite a calling card. 
Sophie's cunt was drenched in a sloppy mixture of his 
and her cum. I took Sophie from the rear, fucking her 
hard and fast, driving her from her position on all 
fours until her head and arms fell to the floor to 
better brace against my assault, then flat on the 
floor. I rose on my arms above her and hammered my cock 
into her cunt. Sophie came twice before I lost control 
and dumped my second load of the evening into a 
Patterson cunt. 

                       - o - 

"INTERMISSION" appeared on the screen again while we 
all recovered from the second fuck. I was spooning 
Sophie, my cock still nestled in her cunt. I glanced to 
my left and saw Joan resting on top of her son. His 
hands were holding her ass. Bill was lying on top of 
his daughter, most of his weight on his elbows. I 
relaxed for a few minutes before the TV faded and a new 
scene appeared. I closed my eyes to mere slits to get 
used to the brighter light and then let them open. 

I recognized the scene immediately as this very room 
and the players were me and Angela. I had forgotten 
that Bill taped this, Angela's evening of reward and 
punishment, and I winced as the camera captured my 
brutal fuck of the thirteen year-old. 

"Jesus, Jake!" I heard from Joan as we all watched me 
hammer my enormous cock into her tiny cunt. 

"Shut up, mom," said Angela who was rewarded for this 
comment my a powerful thrust from Bill into her cunt. I 
realized then that Bill hadn't cum in his youngest 
daughter during this second round. He was saving 
himself for Sophie. Sophie's ass. 

But the video also captured Angela's young face, in 
unmistakable rapture, as the object of her adolescent 
crush gave her exactly what she wanted. I did not have 
quite this perspective on the scene when I was an 
active participant. Her face reflected desire but also 
a smug look of satisfaction, as if she was proud that 
she could take what I gave her as well, she believed, 
as her older sister. 

I was leaning on elbow looking over Sophie at the TV. 
miraculously, my cock began to revive itself, hardening 
where it rested in her cum-filled cunt. I lowered my 
mouth to Sophie's ear and whispered, "You wanted me to 
punish her, right?" 

She squeezed the muscles of her cunt around my cock in 
response and kept her eyes on the screen, watching me 
hammer my cock relentlessly into the hardly-moving body 
of her younger sister. The scene continued until I 
cried out in orgasm and then cut cleverly to Angela 
crying in pain as her father swatted her ass with his 
riding crop. 

I couldn't figure out how Bill had edited this tape so 
professionally, but I could see that he'd repositioned 
the video recorder between the time I had fucked Angela 
and scene we were seeing. The sound was also better. We 
could hear quite clearly what young Angela said. 

"...Four... Thank you, Daddy." 

The scene froze after Angela's comment, then faded to 
the familiar black background and a single word in 
blue. 

"NEXT" 

"Oh, damn," whispered Sophie. "I wanted to watch that." 

I pulled my almost hard cock out of her cunt and 
crawled over to Joan. She had just finished dismounting 
Ralph, and I saw a brief glimpse of his cock in the dim 
light. He was also hard and his cock was coated with 
their spendings. Ralph crawled away in search of Angela 
as his mother, her back to me, watched him go. 

Joan wasn't expecting me so soon and issued a small cry 
of surprise as I wrestled her to the floor and lowered 
myself on top of her back. My cock was pressed into the 
crack of her ass and my head was next to hers. 

"Was I too rough with your daughter?" I asked, my voice 
deep, into her ear. 	 

"She was a virgin," she whispered after moving her head 
to the same side as mine. 

I moved my knees, pushing her thighs apart, and felt my 
slick cock worm its way between her cheeks, down to 
what I hoped was her anus. 

"Oh, but she wasn't," I said quietly into her ear. 
"Ralph had already popped her cherry." 

I felt Joan shift beneath me, moving her knees up on 
either side of her body. This spread her ass cheeks 
more and gave me a little better angle. 

"Just like Bill has popped yours," I said. 

"You had your chance," she whispered. "You could have 
had me first. I wouldn't have been able to stop you 
that day in the kitchen." 

"You weren't ready," I said and brought myself up on my 
elbows. I could hear the soft moans from elsewhere in 
the room that told me that Sophie and Angela were 
getting corked as I waited to do the same to the woman 
who was carrying my child. 

"Jake," I heard and lowered my head down again. I 
kissed her neck then bit softly on her shoulder, 
keeping a pinch of her skin between my teeth. "I wanted 
you to take me there after watching you with Sophie... 
that was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen." 

Keeping my teeth around the flesh of her shoulder I 
braced myself and pushed my greasy cock forward. I 
didn't succeed until Joan shifted beneath me and pushed 
back, and my cock popped past her sphincter and an inch 
or two into her ass. 

"Oh, Daddy, mmmm... fuck me," I heard from Sophie 
across the room. Ralph and Angela were grunting and 
groaning as well, as he experienced his first butt-
fuck. I drove forward into Joan's tight ass, another 
two or three inches. The enema she had taken had left 
an oily lubricant behind and it took only one more long 
hard push before I was fully buried in Joan's ass. 

"Oh, God," she said between clenched teeth. "Stop... 
let me get used to it." 

I left me cock where it was and chewed on Joan's neck 
and shoulder. Then I slowly withdrew my cock as Joan 
moaned into the carpet. I kept my cock an inch or so 
inside and waited until I felt her body adjust under 
me, bracing herself so she could push back against me. 
I drove into her again, taking two tries before I 
corked her fully. The next time I got all the way in 
one steady, slow thrust while she groaned. 

"I'm glad I... waited," she said, breathing hard. 

At that moment the TV came alive, showing Bill 
Patterson as he steadily fucked the bound Angela's ass. 
I rose above Joan and locked my arms and felt her 
adjust her body around the cock that impaled her. I 
began fucking her slowly but steadily, watching the 
video of Angela and also the live sex of the others in 
the room. Ralph's body was nicely illuminated as he 
knelt behind his younger sister, his hands on her hips, 
and drove his cock back and forth in her ass. It must 
have been eerie for him to be watching her image on the 
screen being similarly treated by his dad. 

Sophie's face was filled with lust as her dad fucked 
her ass. 

Ralph came first as might be expected, but he gave 
Angela plenty of warning and she reached back and 
fingered herself and came before Ralph had finished 
dumping his load into her depths. Sophie came when her 
dad began squirting his cum into her bowels. Joan and I 
came a minute later when the scene on the video had 
changed and it was I fucking my cock into Angela's 
tight little rear. 


Chapter Sixteen: “Jessica” 

The next day, Sunday, was the first and only time I 
ever felt hung over from too much sex. I slept until 
nine, which was unheard of and caused me to miss 
breakfast. When I did finally stumble downstairs only 
Cathy was still at home. Dad and Jack had left to work 
on the house. Marion was at her apartment, packing. 

"You look like shit, Jake," said Cathy. "I'd hate to 
see what your red-headed bitch looks like." 

I was too numb to reply. I sat drinking a cup of 
instant while Cathy babbled on about a young law 
associate who took her out the night before. 

"A real charming man," she said after going on for a 
while, and she patted my hand for emphasis. "Gave me a 
nice good night kiss after blowing at least a hundred 
on dinner at a French Restaurant." 

I took another sip of hot coffee, hoping she'd go away. 
"Say, Jake... we're alone this morning. You wanna---" I 
just looked at her and groaned. 

"Geeze," she said, "Is Sophie still alive?" 

                       - o - 

Dad took half a day off work on Monday, that stretched 
into the entire day as he dealt with the electrician, 
the plumber, another inspector and started the 
carpenter on the first-floor room changes. Jack, 
Jessica and I began the hot, tedious work of scraping 
the old peeling paint from the exterior walls. It was a 
typically brutal summer day in Virginia, well into the 
nineties and humid. Jack and I wore only shorts and 
sneakers, and Jessica added a tee shirt that was soon 
drenched in sweat. 

We ran the hose over each other every hour or so to 
cool off. It was after Jack showered Jessica with the 
cool water and her tee stuck to her body that I 
realized that my future sister had tits. They were 
small mounds but were noticeable and they reminded me 
of my promise to Marion that I'd talk to her. When we 
broke for lunch I made an excuse and walked up to the 
third floor. It took me a while but I figured out how 
Jessica was spying on Jack and I. 

For some reason the heating vents on the third floor 
were on the walls, just above the baseboards. I went 
into the next room and into it's closet and found that 
the heating duct had been removed. She could easily 
hear what went on in the next room and if she knelt she 
could see through the grate and get an eyeful. 

Jack ran an errand for Dad after lunch, leaving Jessica 
and I resting under the elm tree, drinking iced tea. 
I'd been struggling to find a way to broach the subject 
with the least embarrassment to Jessica and in a way 
that didn't compromise her mother's disclosure. 

"Do you have any questions for me?" I asked, then 
kicked myself for this dumb start. 

"No," she said. "I think I'm getting the hang of it." 

"Actually, um, not about the work. You're doing great." 

"About what?" she asked. 

I paused, unsure about where to go with this, and she 
smiled at me. 

"Mom's got you worried, right? About the questions I 
asked her?" 

"Well, yeah," I said, realizing I had failed to keep 
her mom's conversation with us a secret. 

She chuckled and said, "I've learned more about sex 
these last two weeks than mom could ever tell me. I 
asked her about... those things... well, I guess I was 
jerking her chain. Just to see her get embarrassed." 

"Oh," I said. "What worries me is how you've learned 
those things." 

She hardly blushed at all. "That's easy. I watched you 
and Sophie. And Jack and Wendy, and that time when you 
pretended to be Jack and---” 

"Okay, okay," I said. "I get the picture. Please don't 
do that again, Jessa. It's not fair to us and it... 
well, it worries Marion." 

"How 'bout if I watch and don't ask her any more 
questions?" she said, her mouth set in an impish grin. 

"Shit, girl, you want I should tape it?" I said and she 
laughed. 

"Jake, I appreciate your point. I shouldn't become a 
peeping-tom. I'll stop." The impish grin returned and 
she added, "besides, I'm not sure there's anything new 
I can see, unless you're gonna bring someone new up 
there." 

She laughed and I couldn't help but join her. 

"I'll let you know," I said, and we laughed again. 

"I'm glad we had this little talk," she said, in a 
perfect imitation of Marion. 

We went back to work. I wasn't sure if I'd done any 
good but was convinced that I hadn't made it worse. She 
was the most adult twelve year- old I'd ever 
encountered in the sense that she knew what she wanted, 
and just did it, or said it, and she had a real nose 
for bullshit. 

"Say, Jake," she said after we'd been scraping for a 
half-hour. 

"Yeah," I said, my mind on my work. 

"What ever happened to you being a one-woman man?" she 
asked, and I recalled saying those exact words to her a 
week or so before. I looked at her sternly but I 
couldn't pull it off and she threw back her head and 
laughed. I laughed along with her, thinking how strange 
it was that I described myself that way. Since that 
"one-woman man" comment, I'd fucked Joan and Angela 
Patterson, Wendy and my sister Cathy. 

"You misunderstood me, you little squirt," I said, 
softening the edge with a smile. "What I meant was one 
woman at a time." 

"Ahhh," she said with exaggerated understanding. 

"There's no other woman around now," she said, "and the 
third floor's free. Will I do?" 

I looked at her with genuine surprise on my face. She 
took one look at my face and broke out laughing again. 

When she was quiet again I said, "Y'know, I would, but 
I don't think I can do it anymore without someone 
watching. It adds a certain live performance excitement 
to an otherwise pedestrian duty." 

She chuckled and said, serious this time, "I had 
decided that it would be either Jack or Ralph for my 
first time. I'd written you off as too devoted to 
Sophie. Now you're back on the list of potentials. 
Sorry." 

She said this in a completely matter-of-fact tone, and 
I put my tools down and turned to face her. She ignored 
me and continued to scrape, her face looking smug. I 
moved behind her and brought my hands up to her ribs, 
tickling her. She screamed and tried to fend me off but 
I was too strong and proceeded to tickle her until she 
lay gasping on the ground, her eyes filled with tears. 

When she recovered her breathing I knelt next to her 
and said, "I mean this is all seriousness, Jessica. 
Jack and I like you a lot. We're gonna love having you 
as our sister. What we're not gonna do is take your 
twelve-year old body up to the third floor and make 
love to you." 

I straddled her and held her hands in mine against the 
ground. "I'm not gonna kid you, 'cause you can read me 
like a book. I'd enjoy fucking you as much as anyone I 
know, Sophie and Wendy included." 

I lowered my head and took her tiny budding breast in 
my mouth, sucking it through her tee shirt. I bit her 
nipple between my teeth and then released it, looking 
back into her amazingly perceptive hazel eyes. She was 
excited by my treatment of her breasts but still 
completely within herself. 

"I'd enjoy fucking you and I'm damn sure Jack and Ralph 
would too. But It's not gonna happen... not because 
we're paragons of virtue. You know better than that 
about Jack and me, and I'm hear to tell you that Ralph 
is cut from the same cloth. It shouldn't happen because 
Miss Jessica Williams is just about the smartest 
fuckin' twelve-year old I've ever met. Any guy who'd 
take a girl your age to bed is an asshole. A jerk. And 
if you push it, you'll catch one of us at a weak moment 
and we'll do it. You'll have the experience but you'll 
be turning one of us into an asshole. Someone you'll 
grow to despise, and for good reason." 

"You'll remember your first time for the rest of your 
life, Jessa. Make it with someone you love. In a couple 
of years, maybe sooner, you'll be ready and you'll find 
the right guy. My guess is he won't be ugly like Jack 
and I, or a Nintendo junkie like Ralph. You'll have 
your pick of anyone. Anyone." 

She looked up at me with wet eyes. I realized that I'd 
been pressing her hands into the turf and released 
them. She rubbed her wrists and continued to study me. 

"I guess it's out of the question, me getting laid this 
summer," she said. 

"No one can stop you, sis... but I'd wait if I were 
you." 

"If I told you that I didn't want to. If I asked you to 
take me up to the third floor, right now?" 

"I'd say no... today. Tomorrow too. But maybe next week 
you'd look so good to me and my cock would get the 
better of me and I'd say yes. Or Jack would. Or Ralph. 
But is that what you'd want?" 

"I'm not sure," she said. "And that's unusual with me." 

"Damn straight," I said and smiled at her. 

She laughed and said, "You're missing something, Jake. 
I know that you're saying, that boys who'd fuck a 
twelve year old, just 'cause she's twelve, are sick. 
And I understand that I could catch you or Jack at a 
weak moment, and you'd do it to me. But I'd never hold 
it against you... I'd never despise you. I know you 
like sex. It's part of what you are." 

She looked up at me, her eyes still wet. My heart 
melted looking at this precocious twelve year old who 
got an early and eye-popping introduction to sex. 

"I do," I said. "I really do. And I hope that you enjoy 
sex as well as I do. But I'm sitting on a pretty girl 
who happens to be a fuckin' genius, near as I can tell, 
and I'm really looking forward to having her as a 
younger sister. I'd really like to be the kind of 
brother who you trust enough to tell about your first 
experience... and not the kind who shares it with you." 

Her eyes got even wetter and she said, "I love you, 
Jake." 

I reached down and tickled her ribs, chanting, "Like a 
brother!" She squirmed from under me, kneeing me in the 
groin as she escaped. When I recovered and rose to my 
feet she stood six feet away with the running hose in 
her hand, smiling sadistically as she prepared to douse 
me. 

I stood up straight and raised my eyebrows 
suggestively. "Third floor?" I said just before she 
pressed her thumb against the water and blasted me 
directly in the face. She followed me as I tried to 
escape, keeping the water on me as I dodged left and 
right, running until she ran out of hose and I was 
free. 

I was completely drenched when I focused my eyes and 
saw Marion getting out of her car at the curb. She 
looked from me to her daughter, amusement on her face. 
I stood and waited for her to reach the curb. 

"Hi, Jake," she said. "What's going on." 

"Well, I had that conversation with Jessa. About sex." 

"Oh?" she said. 

"Your daughter is a maniac," I said and quickly grabbed 
Marion, pulling her into arms and up against my soggy 
chest. 

"Let me down!" she cried, but I carried her struggling 
body with me as I walked back to within range of 
Jessa's hose. I didn't let Marion go until the two of 
us were completely and thoroughly drenched from Jessa's 
spray. 

                      - o - 

Wendy came over later that afternoon, looking for Jack. 
Her eyes were red from crying and I feared that her 
parents had found out about her having sex. She found 
Jack inside and they went up to the third floor. I 
didn't find out what was wrong until much later after 
we dropped Jessa off at Marion's apartment and were 
heading home. 

"She's moving away," he said. "Her father's being 
transferred to Chicago." 

"Oh, shit," I said. "I'm really sorry." 

We drove home in silence. Cathy was fixing dinner when 
we got home, and Jake shared the news with her. She 
gave him a big hug. 

"I'm sorry for you, Jack, and for Wendy. But the good 
news is you have me to tide you over until you find a 
new girlfriend. God knows I need it. I'm still waiting 
for Greg to move past kissing." 

Jack and I got cold drinks and went into the family 
room. 

"There's another good side to this," he said, smiling 
sardonically. "She wants to try anal sex." 

"Oh? That's great." 

"And she wants to try a four-way, with you and Sophie." 

"No kidding?" I said, grinning. I felt a stab of guilt 
profiting from his loss, but the image in my mind of 
Sophie and Wendy making love thrilled me. And I hoped 
she'd like anal sex so I could fuck Wendy that way when 
and if this happened. 

                      - o - 

Work on the house continued. Almost all the plumbing 
fixtures were replaced with new ones, and a half bath 
was installed on the ground floor. The wiring and 
heating work was pretty much completed. It was time to 
put up new wallboard. 

The carpenter Dad had hired was an ex-con who's stint 
in jail for manslaughter was shorted by Dad's testimony 
at the sentencing hearing and in front of the parole 
board. He had killed someone in a bar fight that was 
started by the other guy. Since his release from jail, 
Ben had been to AA religiously and was determined to 
make good. 

I worked as his assistant putting up the wall board on 
walls and ceilings. We started on the first floor and 
made rapid progress. Jessa, Jack and an ever-changing 
crew of friends worked on the exterior. A labyrinth of 
ladders and scaffoldings were now set up around two of 
the four sides of the house. 

Jack delayed his taking of Wendy's anal cherry until 
this work was completed. There were too many people 
around and Dad insisted that Jack supervise the work 
closely, rightfully worried that some kid would be 
fooling around and fall. Besides, Jack wanted to have 
enough time to do it right. 

 One day he had his chance and took it. In was a 
Thursday and the exterior preparation was complete but 
the specially ordered paint wouldn't arrive until 
Friday. The ragged crew was dismissed and Jessa came 
inside to help Ben and I with the first floor work. 
Jack arranged everything with Wendy to come over that 
afternoon. The brought a box from home that included 
Cathy's two anal vibrators, an enema kit and 
lubricating jelly. 

Jack told me what happened afterward. They went 
upstairs, stripped and made love the usual way. Jack 
brought her into the now- updated third floor bath and 
gave Wendy an enema, adding a special oil to the warm 
water that filled her bowels. After she had released 
the second filling they went back to the bedroom. Jack 
fucked her first with the thin anal dildo then with the 
thicker one and she came when he turned on the 
vibrating switch and fucked the humming shaft in and 
out of her virgin ass. 

He coated his cock with lubricant and found it 
surprisingly easy to cork her. He told me that Wendy 
went nuts as he slowly fucked his cock in and out, 
using her fingers to play with her cunt, cumming twice 
before he exploded in her ass. She asked him to take 
her again an hour later, this time urging him to fuck 
her faster, harder. He told me he fucked her ass as 
hard and fast as he did Cathy's, spanking her and 
calling her names as he did. 

                     - o - 

I called Sophie that night, to broach the subject of a 
four-way with Wendy and Jack. When she picked up the 
phone I knew from her breathing and strained voice the 
something was up. I asked her what was happening. 

"I hope you don't mind, Jake," she said, breathless, 
"but the little slut, Angela, is eating me right now." 
She explained in chopped sentences that she was sitting 
up against the headboard of her parent's bed, and that 
Angela was lying with her mouth busy at Sophie's cunt, 
and with her ass was in the air, getting reamed by 
Ralph. 

Given the setting, it wasn't hard to sell her on the 
idea of the four-way. 

Jack and Dad were watching the news when I finished the 
call with Sophie. I flashed Jack the thumbs up sign and 
then went upstairs, highly aroused from my call with 
Sophie. I found Cathy in her nightgown, sitting on her 
bed doing her nails. Without saying a word I took off 
my robe and pulled my Jockey's off. She had just 
finished the last nail and was holding her fingers out 
to dry. I climbed up on the bed, straddled her, and 
held her head in my hands. While she held her hands out 
to the sides, the fingers splayed to allow the polish 
to dry, I stared into her blue eyes and fucked her face 
until I came. 


Chapter Seventeen: "Sophie to the Rescue"

A week or so before Dad and Marion's wedding, I took a 
call from Frank Reynolds, Dad's oldest and best friend 
on the police force. Both were Irish, both Lieutenants 
and both were expected to make Captain before too long. 
Frank worked in vice while Dad headed homicide.

"Hey, Jake O'Leary," he said over the phone. "You 
gettin' laid yet?"

"Not as often as you, I'd guess," I said. I knew from 
my father and several others on the police force that 
Frank was considered a charming rouge with the ladies. 
It was said that his six children with his long-
suffering wife made up no more than half of his 
offspring. "But I'm doin' okay."

"Good," he said. "Just don't grow up all straight-laced 
like Plug and you'll do just dandy." Plug was the name 
everyone on the force used for my father. It was short 
for fire plug and nicely captured his six-foot, two 
hundred thirty pound body. "Fridge" would have been an 
even better nickname given Dad's square shoulders but 
that was already taken when he joined the force after 
returning from Vietnam.

"I don't think that's gonna be a problem," I said.

He laughed and said, "Say, we're throwing a bachelor 
party for Plug. You're invited. Jack too. Friday night 
before the big day. Anybody else I should invite?"

I thought about his friends outside of the police force 
and suggested a couple of names.

                      - o -

Over dinner one night Dad surprised us by saying that 
he'd asked Uncle Bob to come stay with us while he and 
Marion were in Europe for three weeks. Bob was my late 
mother's brother who owned a farm in upstate New York. 
He was also the guy who had taught Cathy much of what 
she knew about sex.

I stole a glance at Cathy and saw her cover up her 
obvious interest in this news with a blasé expression.

"We're a little too old for a baby-sitter," complained 
Jack. I knew that he was hoping to have the freedom and 
privacy in Dad's absence to arrange the four-way with 
Wendy, Sophie and me.

"I know, Jack," said Dad. "But Jill can't spend all 
that time with her Dad. He travels too much. Besides, 
she likes you guys and working at the house. Marion 
would be much more comfortable if Jill stayed here and 
if Bob was around. He's coming down anyway for the 
wedding and he tells me the farm runs itself this time 
of year, now that he's hired a helper. He even told me 
he'd rent a place at Virginia Beach for a long weekend 
with y'all."

The prospect of spending some time at the ocean 
mollified us. It was going to be tough, though, to 
arrange the four-way while both Uncle Bob and Jill were 
staying at the house. I glanced at Cathy and wondered 
if she and Bob would rekindle the week-long affair they 
had a year ago. I could tell from Jack's expression 
that he was thinking along the same lines.

I made myself a mental note to call Frank Reynolds and 
tell him to expect another guest at the bachelor's 
party.

                      - o -

The Friday before the wedding I had to make a trip 
downtown to drop some papers off at Dad's office. He 
was out on a call so I wandered over to see if Frank 
was around. He was in his office and jumped up to greet 
me, then closed his door and invited me to sit.

"Jake, m'lad, it's after five o'clock in the Mother 
Country. Will ya be joining me for a little nip?" He 
pulled a fifth of Irish Whiskey and two glasses from a 
drawer and poured two small drinks. I took a glass and 
we clinked.

"To Gerald Francis O'Leary," he said and we downed the 
drinks. The whiskey burned my throat as it went down 
but I managed not to cough.

His intercom buzzed and he pressed the button.

"Yes, darlin'," he said.

"A Mr. Quincy on line three. Say's its important," came 
a female voice from the box.

He told me that this was the guy arranging for 
entertainment at the bachelor party for later that 
night. He talked for a second then listened, frowning 
as he did.

"Now, shit, Quince," he said. "Can't you find another 
girl?"

He listened for a few minutes more then told the guy 
not to worry. He hung up and said, "We had wanted to 
rent a cake, one of those big ones, and have a half-
naked girl pop out... maybe do a little dance for 
Plug."

He called one name then another, but all the places 
that did this kind of thing were booked weeks ahead of 
time, and our party was tonight. An idea popped into my 
head and the more I thought about it, the better it 
sounded.

"Call Quince back," I said when he hung up after trying 
a forth service. "And give me the phone."

Frank raised his eyebrows but did as I asked. After 
introducing himself he mentioned who I was and gave me 
the phone.

"Mr. Quincy is it?" I said.

"Quince will do for the son of Plug O'Leary," came the 
friendly voice at the other end.

"I have a girl in mind for this evening but she's an 
amateur," I said.

"Oh?" he said. "Is she legal?"

I thought about that and decided to tell the truth, "I 
could lie to you, Quince but I wont. She's sixteen, 
almost seventeen." I looked up into the bemused face of 
Frank Reynolds and continued, "But I have it from a 
reliable source high in the vice squad that there wont 
be a problem."

Quince laughed and Frank smiled.

"We'll, that's fine then," said Quince.

"But she doesn't have the right kind of costume," I 
said.

"I can take care of that, if you'll find out her size." 
He mentioned what he needed and a made a note.

"Can you hold," I asked.

I looked up at Frank and gave him the Patterson's 
number. He put Quince on hold and punched it in. As 
luck would have it Sophie was home and soon on the 
line.

"I need your help tonight at Dad's party. How'd you 
like to jump out of a cake?"

She giggled and I quickly told her the circumstances. 
She decided after a minute that she'd love to do it. I 
got the size info that Quince needed and thanked her. 

"Here's are the sizes, Quince," I said when Frank got 
him back on the line. "Shoes are an eight medium. Dress 
size is ten if its spacious up top, twelve otherwise. 
Thirty-eight inch bust, D cup, twenty six waist, 
thirty-six hips."

He whistled in appreciation then told me he had what 
she'd need and would put it aside for me. After we'd 
hung up Frank appraised me openly, his eyes showing 
admiration. He reached over and picked up the scrap of 
paper I had used to jot down Sophie's sizes.

"This girl taken?" he asked, a lecherous look on his 
face.

"Uh huh."

"Yours?"

"Yep," I said.

"Shee-it, Jake," he said. "I can't wait."

                      - o -

I stopped off at Quincy's storefront and picked up a 
large box that he'd put aside for Sophie's costume. 
From there I drove over to the Patterson's. Sophie, 
Joan and I went up to the master bedroom to examine the 
contents. First came a cheesy feather boa, which Joan 
put aside. 

Next came a one-piece garment that was reasonably 
modest if somewhat garish. The top was somewhat low cut 
but not outrageously so. A two inch ring hung from the 
zipper at the top and it zipped down to just below the 
naval. A short skirt was an integral part of the 
garment and would reach no more than six inches down 
her thighs.

"This is how you'll look when you pop out," said Joan, 
holding up the outfit. "Garters and stockings below. 
The boa around your neck."

A small portable boom box was also in the box and I 
pulled it out and flipped the play button. Joan laughed 
and Sophie blushed as the sounds of a strip tune filled 
the room. I turned it off after a second.

"What have you gotten me into?" asked Sophie but she 
was smiling.

"Aha," said Joan, reaching into the box and retrieving 
a matching set of bra and panties. The bra was heavy 
duty with wires sewn into the cup and sides that would 
hold her breasts up and together, creating an enormous 
swell of breast and cleavage. The panties were thick 
but cut severely up the sides.

"This is the next layer," said Joan. "I think you're 
supposed to exit the cake, dance around to the music, 
tease the guest of honor, then strip down to the bra 
and panties."

Sophie blushed but I could tell she was excited as 
well, and she grabbed the clothes and went into the 
bathroom to change. Joan pulled out the garter belt and 
the stockings, then a choker with a bow at the throat.

"Oh my goodness!" she said. Her face broke out into a 
big smile and she pulled out a few more things. She 
held up two tassels and when I gave her a questioning 
look she put them against her breasts and rotated her 
body, twirling them in circles.

"No shit!" I said and laughed. There was no way Sophie 
would strip down to just tassels attached somehow to 
her nipples. And when Joan showed me the final garment, 
a thin g-string that matched the tassels I laughed 
until my sides hurt, imaging Sophie stripping as close 
to naked as is possible in front of my straight-laced 
dad and his friends on the force.

"I think she should do it," said Joan, her expression 
highly amused.

"No way in hell she will," I said. "She's doing me a 
favor, and Dad---"

I didn't finish because Sophie came out of the 
bathroom. She sashayed up to us, sliding the boa back 
and forth across her neck.

"Turn the music on," she said. "I need to practice." 
Sophie asked me to take a seat and pretend I was the 
guest of honor. I did and Joan rewound the tape and 
started the music.

Sophie pranced around the room, moving seductively, 
with me as the center of attention. She moved to the 
music and used her hips to punctuate the throbbing 
tune. I was quite impressed with her dance. After a few 
minutes she posed in front of me and rocked her hips 
suggestively at me while she pulled the boa off and 
tossed it in my direction. 

She danced around some more and I was surprised at the 
amount of breast that showed now that the boa was gone. 
After another minute of dancing and strutting to the 
music she came back to me and, bending toward me, 
pointed at the ring between her huge tits. I grabbed it 
and slowly unzipped her as she bumped and grind to the 
music, pushing her sex in my direction.

The zipper down, I watched as she moved about the room, 
feigning it's removal several times before peeling it 
seductively off first one shoulder, then the other. 
When she had removed the outer garment she held in to 
her front and danced back and forth before letting me 
pull it away. Now dressed in the bra that showed more 
tits than it covered, panties cut way up her thigh, 
garter and stockings she pranced some more before 
sitting herself in my lap and kissing me.

I heard applause and looked up to see that Ralph had 
joined us. I guess he must have heard the music and 
come to investigate. Joan turned off the music and 
joined Ralph. clapping for the performance.

"How was I," she asked.

"Super. Dad'll love it," I said, believing instead that 
he'd be embarrassed down to his socks to have his son's 
girlfriend put on this show for him in front of all his 
colleagues.

"I have to work on it more, in the heels," she said. 
She'd done the dance for me in her stocking feet.

I had to leave to take care of other errands and to get 
ready for the party. I told Joan and Cathy where and 
when to arrive, and suggested she get their early 
enough to practice coming out of the cake. A grin on 
his face, Ralph volunteered to take my place in the 
chair for the next practice sessions.

                       - o -

I picked Uncle Bob up at the Airport and we drove home. 
My Uncle was an unassuming man of thirty-five or so, 
with sandy blond hair, of average height but with a 
tautly muscled body. We chatted about his farm and our 
new house on the way home. He asked about Jack, then 
about Cathy in a way that suggested he was quite 
interested in seeing his niece again. He didn't know 
that I knew about his affair with Cathy the previous 
summer, and would have been mortified to know that 
she'd passed on every lesson he gave her, personally, 
to her twin brothers.

Showered and dressed, Jack, Bob, Dad and I drove over 
to the hall and arrived shortly after eight. Twenty or 
so men were inside, huddled around the open bar, until 
they saw that Plug had arrived. They greeted him with 
hollers, good-natured ribbing and toast after toast 
until dinner was served. While we ate, several people 
stood up and offered a story about Plug, many of them 
new to me and all of them were very funny.

A surprise guest was a fellow from his outfit in 
Vietnam from well over twenty years ago. Dad talked 
very little about those days and all I knew is that he 
enlisted after high school and spent two tours there, 
first as an infantryman, then after graduating from 
special forces school.

The man who stood up was a tall, very fit looking black 
man, with a barrel chest, who looked very intimidating 
in his green beret uniform, the insignia of a full 
colonel at his collar. When he lifted his glass and 
spoke, his voice matched his looks, a deep clear 
baritone.

"I was surprised to hear," he said, his voice silencing 
the crowd and echoing off the walls, "from some of you 
Virginia gentlemen, that the former Sergeant O'Leary is 
now considered a pillar of this God-fearin' community. 
A responsible man. Decent, straight-laced even and 
righteous to a fault. I have but one question to put to 
you---what the hell happened to the fiery Irish lad we 
knew in 'Nam, who had trouble keeping his zipper 
closed?"

The room erupted in laughter and my father sunk down in 
his chair, his face red for the first time that I could 
remember.

"On R&R trips, to Seoul and Japan," continued the man 
in his mesmerizing voice. "it was Sergeant O'Leary here 
who closed down the brothels."

Cat calls and cries for more echoed in the room.

"There is a popular belief that men of color, such as 
myself, are blessed with... certain natural advantages 
in terms of our... equipment."

This brought more laughter and cat calls. My father now 
had his head in his hands.

"But it was not me that was legend throughout Southeast 
Asia... or any of the brothers who served so well. I'm 
hear to tell you, gentlemen, that it was no other than 
Sergeant O'Leary, the man we are here to honor, who 
earned this name, this name of stature from the ladies 
who took care of our needs... Gentlemen, please rise 
and drink with me to the man they called The Horse."

The room exploded as everybody jumped to their feet and 
repeated after the black man, whose name I still didn't 
know, "To the Horse!"

My father sat for a moment, shaking his head, then rose 
to his feet. He made a big show of checking his 
shoulder holster for his gun, then walked slowly up to 
the grinning Colonel. The stared at one another for a 
moment before embracing to the shouts of the men.

                       - o -

After dinner was over Frank Reynolds got up and made a 
speech, concluding with a call to bring out the desert. 
He motioned for everybody to rise and brought Dad to a 
seat in the middle of the room. I waited nervously as 
Quince wheeled out the huge plastic cake to the vocal 
delight of all the attendees. 

I thought this would be a great idea at first but now I 
was nervous and wished I hadn't talked Sophie into 
this. I was surprised when I noticed Joan Patterson 
slip out of the room where the cake was stored and set 
up the boom box on a table. She was out of the way but 
would have a perfect view of the proceedings.

The music started and just as suddenly Sophie banged 
out of the cake and stood half out of the cake, her 
arms held up and out. The crowd gave a cheer and she 
climbed out, a bit awkwardly on the heels she wore. She 
had on more makeup than usual but Dad recognized her 
instantly and his face showed surprise. She began to 
dance to the music and did an even better job than in 
the rehearsal I had witnessed. The assembled men 
drifted over to get a better look as she danced and 
strutted around the room, always returning to stand and 
gyrate in front of Dad.

By the time she had shed the feather boa, the crowd was 
clapping to the music and shrill whistles could be 
heard. I was really quite proud of her as she danced 
and swayed and rocked her hips suggestively. Dad face 
was red when she returned in front of him and pointed 
to the ring at her heaving bosom. He reached to hold it 
but she teased herself a foot or two away, and turned 
to the crowd with her eyebrows arched, a question on 
her face.

"Yes.. Yes," they chanted and she danced around before 
returning. She let him zip it down then danced away. 
After a minute she pulled the outer garment off, 
seductively. She was bent over, her ass about foot from 
his face when she finally slipped it over her ass and 
down her legs. The crowd cheered.

I was breathing a little easier now that the dance was 
almost over. She continued to dance, playing to the 
crowd, and even came over to where I was standing with 
Jack and gave us a smile and a shake. Her breasts 
looked huge in the push up bra, and I was totally 
surprised when she turned in front of me and pointed 
behind her. 

I was too stunned to move, and Jack moved behind her 
and undid the clasp. She quickly danced over to Dad 
again, looking over her shoulder coyly at the crown as 
they cheered her on. She let the bra fall off, down her 
arms, then wrapped it around dad's neck. She turned 
away from him and swayed in circles, causing her now-
exposed breasts and the tassels affixed to their tips 
to rotate in circles.

The crowd was really screaming now. I looked at dad and 
found his face quite red and his jaw open as he stared 
at Sophie. She continued to sway and her large but firm 
breasts moved seductively. Her hands slid down her 
sides and flicked open the garter on each side. With 
her fingers under the waist band of her panties, she 
tossed another pointed look at the men and they chanted 
for more. 

Slowly she peeled the panties off her undulating hips, 
giving Plug O'Leary a perfect view of her ass as she 
pushed them down her legs and off. When she turned I 
could see for the first time that the g-string covered 
at most an inch-wide portion of her front. It flashed 
in my head that Joan must have shaved her pubic hair 
because nothing showed on either side of the thin strip 
except for white skin.

She sashayed back to Dad's chair, dancing for him, 
thrusting her hips toward him as she approached. Just 
as the music ended she straddled him, sat in his lap 
and gave him a long wet kiss. Climbing off him she 
bowed quickly to the cheering audience and scampered 
away, back into the room from which she had come.

The crowd was chanting, "More... More... More," when 
Dad recovered his composure and stood, raising his 
hands for silence. The din died down slowly, then 
erupted again when somebody shouted, "Go after her 
Plug, it's your last chance!"

The raucous laughter died down again as "Plug" motioned 
for silence by holding his hands up.

"Gentlemen," he said. His voice was not as captivating 
as his army friend's but it was loud and clear. "...and 
I use that term very loosely."

When the laughter died down again he continued, "To 
the, ah, Gentleman who suggested I go after that 
gorgeous redhead, I'll say three things. First, the 
young lady is not yet seventeen. Second," he shouted 
over the disbelieving noises of the men, "we have with 
us tonight the head of the vice squad, Frank Reynolds, 
who might one of these years actually do his duty."

This brought laughter and Frank stepped forward and 
lifted his glass in a mock salute.

"And third," boomed my father's voice. "I'd like to 
publicly thank my scheming son, Jake, standing right 
over there, for arranging for the girl we just watched, 
his girlfriend actually, to entertain us so enjoyably."

The men clapped and slapped me on the back. Frank 
hugged me as whispered in my ear, "Okay, so she's 
taken. How about her sister standing over there?" I 
took me a second to realize that he'd mistaken Joan as 
Sophie's sister. I promised to introduced him to her 
later. After a bear hug from my dad I went to the room 
off the hall and knocked softly. Joan opened the door, 
a big grin on her youthful face, and let me in. Sophie 
had a raincoat pulled around her and was listening as 
Quince talked to her excitedly.

"You could make $500 a week working part-time, easy," 
he was saying.

"That was a one-time performance," I said to Quince and 
kissed Sophie. "You were unbelievable, Sophie. I can't 
believe you did that."

She beamed and hugged me. Her mouth was next to mine 
and she whispered, "That's made me so hot. Is there 
someplace we can go?"

We borrowed the keys to Quince's van and hopped in the 
back and she stripped off the raincoat. She got on all 
fours and I pulled my pants down to me knees and knelt 
behind her. I pulled the thin G-string to one side and 
eased my cock into her steamy wetness. We both came 
within sixty seconds of my entry.

"Thanks, Jake... I really needed that," she panted.

"There must be thirty guys in there who'd give anything 
to do the same to you."

"I know," she said, grinning. "Oh... I know."

When we returned inside I was surprised to find Frank 
in the room, talking to Joan.

I approached and said, "So, Frank, you've met Sophie's 
sister."

Joan smiled and corrected my comment. Frank looked at 
her again and lost no interest whatsoever. The gold 
band around her ring finger didn't bother him either. 
As Sophie changed I heard Frank asking Joan to lunch 
and tossing aside her reasons for not saying yes. I 
wondered to myself how long it would take before the 
newly-liberated Joan Patterson was fucking this 
charming Irishman. I thought of Bill and decided that 
he probably wouldn't mind all that much, given his 
happy circumstances.

I returned to the party after Joan and Sophie had left. 
I found Dad talking to the black guy, who he introduced 
as Colonel Sam Jefferson. I learned that he was about 
to retire from the army to start a second career 
teaching in Charlottesville. He and his wife and their 
three kids were looking for a house. This started Dad 
and I talking about the Victorian, and we urged Sam to 
look in the same neighborhood of older homes for a 
similar bargain. Sam agreed to stop by on Monday and 
take a look around. He smiled at me when I gave him a 
pitch for the construction service of Jake and Jack 
enterprises.

When they began talking about old times I drifted off 
and found Jack and Uncle Bob sitting at a table 
drinking beers. I got my own and joined them.

"Sophie gave every man in this place a hard on," gushed 
Jake. Looking into his flushed face, I figured he was 
one or two beers away from getting sick.

"She was pretty incredible," agreed Uncle Bob.

Frank Reynolds had wandered over and heard Bob's 
comment.

"That she was, laddies," he said and sat down. "But did 
you see her mother? That bonny lady's a true prize for 
any man."

"Two weeks," I thought to myself. "Within two weeks 
she'll be fucking Frank's brains out." 


Chapter Eighteen: "Wedding Balls" 

Given that it was a second marriage for both Marion and 
Dad, the wedding was not huge. A little over one 
hundred people attended the service and the reception 
that followed. Everything went off without a hitch. The 
band was excellent and I enjoyed dancing with Sophie. 
Almost all of the men from the bachelor party were 
there, and Sophie was kept quite busy dancing with all 
who asked. 

Jack had brought Wendy, and she was almost as popular. 
At one point, Jake and I were sitting with Uncle Bob 
and Cathy while Wendy, Sophie and Jessa danced with 
other partners. 

"What's this about renting a house at the beach?" I 
asked Bob. 

"Oh, yeah," he said, tearing his eyes off Wendy's ass 
as she danced. "I was meaning to talk to you about 
that. I found a great place, a duplex, and we can 
either squeeze into one side or rent both. I'd like to 
rent both... would you and Jack like to invite Sophie 
and Wendy? It'll be next weekend, Friday afternoon 
through Monday noon." 

"That would be great!" I said. "I'm sure Sophie can 
come." 

"Not sure about Wendy," said Jack. "Her parents 
probably wont allow it, especially with Dad not being 
there." 

Bob offered to call them, and Jack left to ask Wendy. 

"How about you, Cathy?" asked Bob, casually. "You want 
to bring a friend?" 

Cathy took a sip of champagne, her eyes on Bob's. I 
discretely excused myself but not before hearing Cathy 
say, "Well, that depends, Bob." 

I caught up with Sophie and just managed to beat out 
Frank Reynolds who was waiting to dance with her. It 
was a slow number and I was able to tell her about the 
weekend at the beach. 

"Sound's great," she said into my ear as we danced. 
"Maybe we can fuck with Jake and Wendy." 

I told her I wasn't sure Wendy would be allowed to 
come. And I reminded her that Uncle Bob and Jessa would 
be there as well. 

"Well, then, I'll just have to pull double duty," she 
said into my ear and kissed me there. 

                      - o - 

Colonel Jefferson was there with his family. I sat down 
at their table and Sam introduced me to them. His wife 
Helen was lighter skinned than he, a tall slender woman 
with a quick, easy smile. His son, Carl, was very tall, 
about six-five I guessed and quite good looking. He 
told me he was entering the University of Virginia in 
the fall. The two daughters were very pretty. Elise, 
the older one, was darker skinned than her brother, 
tall and slender, but with a good body I thought. She 
was about to turn seventeen and was in my grade. The 
other girl, Christina, was fifteen and her body seemed 
much fuller than her older sister's. 

I asked Elise if she'd dance with me when the music 
resumed. She nodded and showed me the same easy smile 
that her mother had. 

"Carl, why don't you dance too?" said his mother. 

"We're south of the Mason-Dixon line, mama," he said, 
smiling. "If I dance with anyone other than you or my 
sisters..." 

"Oh, you!" said her mother. Sam just smiled at his son. 

"Nonsense," I said. I looked around for Sophie but 
couldn't find her. I saw Cathy huddled with Uncle Bob 
and waved to her. She came over and I introduced her to 
the Jefferson's. The band returned and I got up and 
held Elise's hand and suggested to Carl that he dance 
with Cathy. She didn't wait for him to ask, holding her 
hand out and pulling him to his feet. 

"Other than my relations and yours," she said, "you are 
the only good-looking guy here. C'mon." 

The four of us danced to a fast number, like mismatched 
book ends, and had a great time. Jack came up and cut 
in, dancing the next song with Elise, and Sophie stole 
Carl away from Cathy. I danced with the younger girl, 
Christina and openly appraised her very nice body as we 
danced. The next dance was slow and she felt good 
pressed against me. 

"You like what you see?" she asked in my ear. 

"Very much. Sorry if it makes you uncomfortable," I 
said. 

"Mama's warned us about white boys," she said and 
giggled. 

"Oh?" I said, pulling my head back and smiling into her 
face. 

"All they want from a black girl is sex," she said, 
quoting her mother. Her brown eyes twinkled. 

"She's half right," I said. "That's most of what we 
want from any girl." 

Christina chuckled and said, "That'll reassure her." 

                      - o - 

Later I got a chance to dance with Wendy. We rocked
together in a slow embrace, her head on my shoulder. 

"Jack tells me Sophie was a big hit last night," she 
said quietly into my ear. 

"Uh huh. It was very sexy." 

"Mmmm," she said and we danced some more. 

"Maybe she'll do it for you some day," I whispered into 
her ear. "But I have to warn you, it makes her very 
hot." 

"Oh?" 

"She strips down to just a G-string below and tassels 
on her tits. I'm sure she'd want you to pull the G-
string to one side and lick her pussy." 

We danced some more, and then Wendy said, "If I can 
talk my parents into letting me join you at the 
beach... would we all... do it, together?" 

"I think so," I said. "I'd like that." 

"Me too," she said and I felt her body tremble and 
heard her sigh. I looked up and smiled at Marion and 
Dad who were dancing close by, then returned my mouth 
close to Wendy's ear. 

"Would you let me fuck your ass while Sophie eats you?" 

"Uh huh," she said. 

                        - o - 

"How did your conversation go with Jessa?" asked 
Marion. She had changed into her traveling clothes, and 
we were sitting together at the tail end of the party. 

"Aside from the fact that she ended up dousing the two 
of us," she added. 

"I'm never quite sure about how much of our 
conversation I should disclose to Jessa, and vice 
versa, without screwing things up." 

"I know what you mean," she said. "I'm sure you'll do 
your best." 

I collected my thoughts and said, "She has been spying 
on Sophie and I, and on Jack and Wendy." I skipped the 
part about Wendy and I. "She's seen a lot and she's 
probably heard us talking about, um, well... 
fantasizing." 

"And she's interested, in sex," I continued. "But I'm 
pretty sure it's intellectual curiosity more than 
anything. She's so bright it's scary sometimes and 
she's... well, very sure of herself and what she wants. 
I've told her that she should wait until she's older 
and in love with someone." 

"Oh?" said Marion. "Did she say she wanted to have sex 
soon? With whom?" 

I cleared my throat and said, "She said that I was on 
her list, and Jake. Ralph too." 

"Oh," she said. She was silent for a few minutes and 
the said, "I suppose there are worse things." 

I looked at her face and she was looking off into the 
distance, her face thoughtful. I watched her and saw 
her smile to herself, then look at me. 

"I'd like her to wait, too, Jake." She colored a bit 
and continued, "For one thing, my little girl is much 
too small for an O'Leary." 

I laughed and told her not to worry. 

                      - o - 

The newly-weds were at the airport boarding the red-eye 
to Rome, and we were back home. Jessa had a bit too 
much champagne and was drifting off, so I gave her an 
aspirin and put her to bed in Dad's room. I went back 
downstairs and got a cold drink and joined Jack and Bob 
in the family room. The convertible sofa had been made 
into a bed for Bill but there was still enough room to 
sit and chat. 

We were talking about how best to convince Wendy's 
religious parents to let her go, and Bob came up with a 
great idea. 

"I'll tell them I'm a lay minister in addition to a 
farmer. And that I'll make sure that Wendy's looked 
after... Holy shit!" 

He was looking past me and I turned. Cathy had walked 
into the room, and she was completely nude. We all 
stared as she set a tube of K-Y jelly on the arm of the 
sofa bed, then climbed on. Lying on her back she spread 
her legs wide, giving us all a perfect view of her sex. 
Her hands went to her breasts and squeezed the firm 
mounds. 

"It's been a long time, Bob, since you fucked me. I 
hope you don't mind sharing me with my brothers." 

We were all out of our clothes in less than a minute. 
Three sets of mouths and hands descended on Cathy, 
licking, caressing, sucking, kissing. When she came, 
Bob was eating her cunt and Jack sucking and biting her 
breasts and nipples, while I covered her mouth with 
mine to mute the sound of her climax. 

After a brief respite Bob directed Jack to turn her 
sideways on the bed. Jack mounted her, then rolled over 
so Cathy was on top, while Bob lubed up his cock. I 
waited until Bob's cock was buried in her ass before 
bringing my cock to her waiting mouth. We were all 
silent as we triple- fucked Cathy, listening to the 
sounds of her moans and the wet sounds of cocks sliding 
back and forth in her three holes. We all came within a 
minute of one another and Cathy had cum pumped into her 
mouth and deep inside her cunt and ass. 

                       - o - 

Sunday was slow and lazy as we all recovered from the 
previous day's activities. I made breakfast and served 
people as they came down. Uncle Bob had been up for 
hours, reading the bible as he prepared himself to talk 
to Wendy's parents. Jessa didn't seem too hung over. 
Her face showed pleasure as she sat for the first time 
at our breakfast table, chatting about this and that 
with her new siblings. 

Bob discussed how he might approach Wendy's folks and 
practiced a bit on us. Knowing that they'd be at church 
he called and left this message on their answering 
machine, "Hello Mr. and Mrs. Glendennon. This is Bob 
Wilson calling. You may have heard that I'm down from 
my parish in New York looking after Jerry O'Leary's 
kids while he's on his honeymoon. I suspect you're at 
Church now, and I'll try back later. Just wanted to 
talk to you personally about Wendy joining us next 
weekend at Virginia Beach, and to assure you that I'll 
keep as close an eye on her as I would my own kids. 
Talk to you later. Good-bye for now." 

When he hung up Cathy said, "Bob, you don't have any 
kids." 

He grinned and said, "But if I did, boy I'd watch 'em 
close." 

Mrs. Glendennon called back after lunch and invited Bob 
to come over. He agreed to but added, "I can't stay 
long. I've a twelve-year old girl in my charge and I 
don't want her unsupervised for long." 

He went over to their house, quoted scripture, talked 
about how the current generation needed more guidance 
and, in the end, talked them into letting Wendy join us 
for the beach weekend. 

                      - o - 

Work continued on the Victorian on Monday. We spit the 
crew of five working on the exterior into two groups, 
one to finish scraping and preparing the walls, the 
other to begin the painting. Uncle Bob supervised the 
exterior work. Inside, Jack and I and another guy 
worked with the carpenter, Ben. The kitchen was ready 
for the installation of cabinets and Jack worked on 
that while I hung wall board elsewhere on the first 
floor. Ben shuttled between us, giving us pointers and 
helping where needed. 

The work was really quite enjoyable, much more 
rewarding than the tedious jobs of demolition, rubbish 
removal and wall scraping. You could see the progress. 
You started in a room with only studs and finished with 
a room that was ready for primer and paint. 

Toward the end of the day Cathy arrived, followed 
shortly by the Jefferson clan. They had spent the day 
looking at houses all over Charlottesville. I got each 
of them a cold drink from the cooler and suggested a 
tour of the house. 

"Let's split them up so it's not too crowded," said 
Cathy. She put her arm around Carl's arm and smiled up 
at him. "Colonel Jefferson, you coming?" Cathy led the 
two men up to the front porch, walking between the two 
tall black men with her arms tucked around theirs. 

"I think your husband's safe, Mrs. J," I said. "But 
Carl... I'm not to sure. Once Cathy sees something she 
wants..." 

Helen Jefferson smiled and took my arm. "He can take 
care of himself." 

"What's that you're always sayin', mama?" said the 
younger daughter, Christina. "I mean 'bout white girls 
and what they want..." 

"You hush girl!" said her mother, holding my arm 
tighter as we walked toward the house. 

I looked back over my shoulder and saw both girl's 
smiling wickedly. 

Work was still continuing in the house as I brought the 
Jefferson ladies on a tour. Two-thirds of the 
downstairs now had wall board up and it looked good to 
me, but the floors were still coated with plaster dust 
and I could see that Helen Jefferson wasn't quite sure 
of what to make of this place. In the kitchen we found 
Jack and Ben hooking up the dishwasher. All of the 
cabinets were installed and if you closed your eyes and 
imagined countertops, appliances, paint or wallpaper 
and a tile floor, it looked pretty good. 

"Well, hello there," said Jack getting up from the 
floor. "Sam and Carl were just through here and I was 
hoping y'all would be along." 

Jack introduced the Jefferson's to Ben, explaining that 
they were looking for a house to buy in 
Charlottesville. As he made the introductions and 
talked I noticed that his eyes always returned to Elise 
Jefferson, the tall, older daughter. I thought to 
myself that Jack must he hooked on dark, athletic, 
slender women. 

"Now that you mention it," said Ben. "The neighbor, two 
houses over, the big gray colonial, he was by late last 
week to see how we were coming along. He told me he and 
his wife were moving to a smaller place now that the 
kids were long gone. Wanted to know if I'd do some work 
for him to get his house ready to sell. Y'all might 
want to take a look... gee, if you could buy it direct 
without a real estate agent, maybe you could save some 
money and do the fix-up work yourself." 

"That would be great, mama," said Elise. "Let's take a 
look." She had noticed Jack's attention to her and was 
not uninterested herself. 

We finished the tour and joined the Jefferson men 
outside. Cathy was holding onto Carl's arm as the 
threesome stood under the elm tree and talked. 

"You're doing an amazing job on that house," said Sam. 
"It's gonna be magnificent." 

Elise told her father about the house Ben had mentioned 
and badgered him until he agreed to go back in and talk 
to Ben. When he returned he and Ben walked down to the 
Colonial. He returned ten minutes later, having talked 
to the owner, and led his family back to take a look. 

"You got your eyes on Carl Jefferson?" I said to Cathy 
when they'd left. 

"He's a hunk," she said. "And we'll both be going to 
UVA in the fall." 

"You know what they say about black men," I teased, 
holding my hands about a foot apart. 

She punched me but then laughed. 

                      - o -  

The Jefferson's, in turned out, loved the stately 
colonial and came to terms with the owner the next day. 
Carl, Elise and Christina came by on Tuesday to help 
with the house. Carl joined me inside and helped me 
finish all the first floor wall-board. By the end of 
the day we had also restored the moldings that had been 
sent off and dipped to remove a hundred years of paint. 

"Dad was telling me about the bachelor party," said 
Carl at one point. "I'm real sorry I missed it." 

"He told you about Sophie's performance, eh?" 

"Yeah," said Carl. "Knocked his socks off." 

"Mine too," I said. "I talked her into it, but just 
expected her to pop out of the cake, dance around a 
bit, give Dad a kiss, then leave. I think my dear 
Sophie has an exhibitionist streak in her." 

"Could be worse things," he said, grinning. 

Later he said, somewhat uncomfortably, "Jake, um, how 
would you and your family react if I, um, dated Cathy?" 

"No problem at all, Carl. Date her, take her to bed, 
marry her... just make sure we don't have to take her 
back." 

Jack and Ben made significant progress in the kitchen, 
installing all the countertops and laying the tile 
floor. Elise and Christina joined Uncle Bob's crew 
outside and painted. The scraping and priming of all 
the walls was complete and all of the ground floor was 
done. There were four people, all teens, up on the 
scaffolding painting the higher elevations when Carl 
and I went out to see the progress. Uncle Bob and Jessa 
were painting in a different color the woodwork around 
the windows and doors and the columns on the wrap-
around front porch. 

"Shit," I said, "this is coming together!" 

At the end of the day I brought out my cash box and 
paid the crew. The Jefferson's first refused the meager 
pay, until I whispered in Carl's ear that Cathy was not 
a cheap date. He smiled, took the money, and his 
sisters did as well. 

By Thursday the exterior painting was completed and the 
house looked great. Inside, the kitchen was completely 
done: tiled, papered and all appliances installed. The 
half-bath was also finished and every wall and ceiling 
was prepped for painting. Ben, Jack, Carl and I made 
some progress putting up wall board on the second 
floor. 

At the end of the day, after paying the crew and 
telling everyone to show up first thing Tuesday 
morning, I stood on the curb and stared at the 
beautiful house. I was almost disappointed that we were 
stopping at this point and going to the seashore. We 
had such momentum with the large crew and could've 
painted the first floor in another day. Then I smiled 
to myself and remembered what was in store. 

The owner of what I now thought of as the Jefferson's 
house came by while I was admiring the house. 

"She's a beaut," he said. 

Cathy drove up as we were chatting, and he invited us 
all to tour his house. Carl took Cathy's arm and they 
walked with the older fellow down the sidewalk. Jack 
and Elise followed, holding hands, and I held my hand 
out for Christina. 

"Seems like Carl and Cathy have hit it off," she said 
as we walked. 

"Yeah," I said. 

"Jack and Elise," she continued. "They're sweet on each 
other." 

"Uh huh," I said. "Jack's girl, Wendy, is moving away 
in a month. The lad seems to be rebounding quite well." 

Christina chuckled and said, "That leaves me as the 
only Jefferson without a white honey." 

"What about my dismal situation?" I said. "I'm the only 
O'Leary without a Jefferson to love." 

"But you have Sophie," she said. "She's so pretty." 

"That she is," I said. 

Christina sighed. I looked over at her as we walked, 
noticing again her voluptuous body. The curves reminded 
me of Sophie, and I told her so. 

"Think you could tell us apart," she teased, "in the 
dark?" 

I squeezed her hand and said, "Now there's an 
interesting thought." 


Chapter Nineteen: "Beach Blanket Bimbos" 

We took two cars on the three hour drive to the beach. 
I drove Cathy's car with Jack, Sophie and Wendy. Bob, 
Cathy and Jessa drove in Bob's car. 

"This is so exciting," I heard Wendy say to Jack in the 
back seat. "We've never actually slept together." 

"That's right," I heard from Jack and then they kissed. 

"Hey, lovebirds," I said. "Save it for the beach 
house." 

"Why should they?" said Sophie. I glanced over and saw 
her looking at my lap. Cathy's car had bench seats 
front and back. I knew what Sophie was thinking as soon 
as her hand wandered over and rested in my lap. 

"I need to concentrate on driving," I objected when her 
hand went to my belt. "And somebody might see us." 

Her hand worked my belt loose. I glanced over and saw 
Sophie undo her seat belt and turn sideways on the 
seat. 

"Did you hear that, Wendy? Jake thinks that if I suck 
his cock while he drives, someone might see us." 

"Seems kinda unlikely," I heard from Wendy, then a 
giggle. 

Sophie lowered herself and applied both hands to the 
job of unzipping me. I lifted my butt off the seat and 
she pushed my pants and jockey's half way down my 
thighs. I glanced into the rear view mirror and saw 
Jack but couldn't see Wendy. Sophie's mouth took my 
cock inside and sucked me until I was hard. I kept my 
eyes on the back of Bob's car just ahead, wondering if 
he or his passengers would notice the disappearance of 
the girls in this car, and hoping we wouldn't come to a 
town and have to stop at a light or something. 

I heard a particularly loud sucking sound from the back 
seat, followed by Jake's comment, "Yeah, babe, suck me 
good." 

Sophie began slurping noisily at my cock and moaning 
loudly as she felated me, and Wendy followed suit. For 
the next five minutes the car was filled with the 
erotic sounds of the girls as they licked and sucked. 
Their overacting made me smile but did nothing to 
diminish the wonderful feeling and I came, seconds 
after Jack's cry from the back seat, and blasted my cum 
into Sophie's eager mouth. 

                      - o - 

"Have you made love to a woman before?" asked Sophie of 
Wendy a half-hour down the rural highway. Both girls 
were back in their seats, belted in, and Sophie was 
half turned, chatting with Jack and Wendy. 

"No," said Wendy. "You?" 

"Yes," said Sophie. "It's really fun... and sexy." 

"Who with?" 

"Can't say... I'm not one who licks and tells," said 
Sophie, and both girls giggled. 

I heard a seat belt pop loose in the back and glanced 
over in time to see Wendy lean forward, over the seat 
and kiss Sophie. Sophie held Wendy's head in place and 
kissed her back, wetly. They were both breathing hard 
when they broke and Wendy fell back into her seat. 

Bob stopped for gas about an hour from our destination. 
We all piled out and got cold drinks from the machine 
inside. Jessa sidled up to me and said, "What happened 
back there? I though you'd dumped the girls out of the 
car." 

Her eyes twinkled and her smile was mischievous. 

"Never you mind, Miss Jessica," I said. "It wasn't 
anything you haven't seen." 

"Yeah," she said, sticking her tongue out at me. "But 
it's not something I've done." 

"Thank god for that," I said. 

                     - o - 

When we got back in the car, Sophie and Wendy insisted 
on sharing the back seat. Within minutes after pulling 
back on the highway they were locked in a passionate 
embrace. Sophie took charge and told Wendy to slip out 
of her shorts, then positioned her with her back 
against the door. When Sophie finished bringing Wendy 
to a noisy orgasm they switched places. 

Sophie pulled her panties off and pulled her sundress 
up. I glanced back and saw that she'd kept her pussy 
shaved bare from the bachelor party. Wendy squealed in 
delight at the sight of Sophie's bare cunt and went 
right to work, licking and sucking Sophie. 

When they finished the car reeked of sex and one end of 
the back seat was slippery with their juices. We turned 
off the air conditioning and opened all the windows, 
driving the last ten minutes in the stifling July heat, 
as the girls giggled and used half a box of tissues to 
clean up. 

                     - o - 

The duplex was right on the beach, built on telephone 
pole-sized stilts on top of the dunes that separated 
the road from the sandy beach and the ocean. We 
unpacked the car and put things away in our rooms and 
in the kitchen that we chose to use. It was the duplex 
side that Cathy, Bob and Jessa would use. 

"Let's change and go for a swim," suggested Bob. It's 
was five in the afternoon but still very hot, and 
everyone scattered to go to their rooms and change. 
Sophie and I went upstairs. The room had a large king-
sized bed and not much else. A small dresser, a tiny 
closet and a single chair. But it had sliding glass 
doors that led to a good-sized balcony with chairs and 
a small table. Sophie stripped and stood at the stood 
in front of the large expanse of glass, looking out to 
the waves crashing against the shore about a hundred 
yards away. 

"This is gonna be so great, Jake," she said. 

I'd just finished pulling off my clothes when I looked 
over at her naked body framed nicely against the window 
and the seashore beyond. My eyes dropped to her round 
sexy ass, and my cock stiffened immediately. I walked 
over behind her and knelt behind her. Holding her hips 
in my hands I proceeded to make love to her sexy ass, 
kissing and licking the bountiful but firm, white 
flesh. 

After a minute Sophie reached her hands out to brace 
against the glass doors, bending herself at the waist 
and pushing her ass back against me. She moaned as I 
spread her cheeks and licked up and down her crack. I 
flicked my tongue back and forth across her pinkish 
rosebud for a minute then stabbed my tongue inside. 

"Oh, God, Jake!" she said as my tongue worked it's way 
inside. I'd never done this before and was surprised 
that she didn't taste too bad. I rose after a minute 
and slid my cock fully into her cunt, wetting it with 
her juices before positioning it at her anus. Sophie 
pushed back against me as I drove inside her, groaning 
as my cock cleaved her ass and buried itself in her 
bowels. 

I gazed over Sophie's shoulder to the ocean, noticing 
that all the others were already out there, diving into 
the waves, as I slowly fucked my cock up Sophie's ass. 

"Wendy has told me I can take her this way," I said as 
I fucked her, holding onto one hanging breast with one 
hand, the other on her hip. "But only if you eat her 
pussy while I do." 

Sophie moaned and I continued to fuck her until I came, 
grunting as my cock released it's load deep in her ass. 

                     - o - 

We put our suits on and joined the others in the water. 
After swimming and splashing around for a half-hour we 
sat on towels, drying off. Sophie looked stunning in 
her green bikini, and the large expanse of breast 
exposed by her top attracted Bob's attention on more 
than one occasion as we chatted and watched the waves. 

Wendy was dressed in a small black bikini, severely cut 
to show most of her thighs and hips and skimpy on top, 
showing a good portion of her medium-sized breasts. 
Cathy looked great as always, and even little Jessa 
looked good to me as she finally came out of the water 
and joined us. Her small budding breasts were nicely 
outlined in her black one-piece suit, the nipples erect 
from her long stay in the cool water. 

                     - o - 

After dinner we sat on the large deck, watching the 
waves as the sun set behind us. Bob and Cathy went for 
a walk down the beach. Jessa excused herself to go 
inside and read, leaving Sophie, Wendy, Jack and I 
outside, rocking in our chairs, enjoying the nightfall. 

"When should we do it?" asked Wendy to no one in 
particular. 

"I want you to myself, tonight," said Jack. "We have 
the whole weekend." 

Wendy got up and sat in Jack's lap. They kissed and 
Wendy purred, "Okay, lover, I'm all yours." 

She excuse herself to shower and went inside. I saw the 
light come on in their bedroom and watched as Wendy 
pulled the drapes closed. They too had sliders in their 
room, leading in their case to the large deck we were 
now using. 

Sophie asked me to get her wine and Jack said, "me 
too." 

I went inside and poured the wine, chatting with Jessa 
as I did. She was sitting on the sofa, her legs tucked 
under her, reading a mystery novel. 

"Are you sleeping with Sophie tonight?" she asked, 
looking up from her book. 

"Uh huh." 

"And Jack with Wendy." 

"Yep." 

"And... Bob with Cathy?" 

"Hey, squirt, this is none of your business y'know." 

She looked a little forlorn sitting there and I knew 
she must be feeling kind of strange being the only one 
in the party without a partner. I sat down next to her. 

"It's pretty obvious from the way they look at each 
other," she said. "Cathy and Bob, I mean." 

I leaned over and kissed her softly. 

"This is gonna be a fun weekend, Jessa. You'll have a 
great time." 

She pouted at me. Then her eyes brightened and her face 
took on her familiar impish expression. 

"Would you do me a huge favor, Jake?" 

"What" I asked, suddenly on guard. 

"I'd like to watch. When you and Sophie, y'know--" 
"I'll ask her, only if you'll promise not to sulk if 
she says no." "Okay, Jake. I promise." 

I brought the wine outside and sat with Jack and Sophie 
for another fifteen minutes before Jack excused himself 
and went inside. 

"This is so great, Jake," sighed Sophie, when we were 
alone. 

"Yes, it is." I agreed. 

"I've got a funny question to ask you." I said after a 
few moments. I explained the situation with Jessa and 
how we determined that she was spying on us. I 
concluded with my conversation with Marion, and our 
shared desire to see her remain a virgin for awhile 
longer. 

"Kinda weird," said Sophie. "That she was watching us 
fuck." 

"Uh huh." 

"But what's your question?" she asked. 

"Would you mind if we watched us tonight?" 

Sophie was silent for a minute and while I waited Bob 
and Cathy came back from their walk, letting go of one 
another's hand as they approached. 

"Sounds kind of kinky," said Sophie, low enough not to 
be heard by the approaching pair. "I'm in." 

"Hi," said Bob as he and Cathy sat down in the rocking 
chairs. "Jessa's reading, I see." 

"Yeah," I said. "She'll be fine." 

"I think I'll go wash this sand out of my hair and hit 
the sack," said Sophie. I turned and watched her enter 
the well-lit living room and go over and kneel before 
Jessa. Her face broke out into a big smile at whatever 
Sophie said, and turned back, listening to the waves 
crash against the shore. During the lull between the 
tides, I could hear something else and it took me a 
moment to realize it was the sounds of Jack and Wendy 
making love in the room off the deck. I looked at Cathy 
and Bob and realized they too could hear the muffled 
sounds. 

"I think I'll turn in," said Bob. Cathy and I rose as 
well, and we all entered the house. 

I flashed a signal to Jessa, holding both hands up with 
the fingers spread---ten minutes. Then I went into the 
other side and upstairs. I looked into our room and saw 
that Sophie had lit two candles and had opened the 
drapes. The combination of the candles and faint 
moonlight illuminated the room very nicely. I stuck my 
head in and saw Sophie lying on the sheets, naked, 
reading a book as she waited. 

"Five minutes," I said and she looked up and smiled. I 
went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I 
stripped then entered the spray and washed the sand 
from my hair and body, then quickly soaped up and 
rinsed off. When I stepped from the bathroom, dried off 
and completely nude, I almost bumped into Jessa who was 
standing at the top of the stairs. She gasped in 
surprise, and her eyes dropped to my cock, half-hard in 
anticipation of fucking Sophie in front of my twelve 
year-old sister. 

"Come," I said softly and held my hand out for hers. 
She followed me slowly into the room and sat down in 
the room's only chair. I went to close the door and 
heard Jessa's voice say, "You shaved?" 

"Uh huh," said Sophie. When I got on the bed Sophie's 
legs were spread, giving Jessa at perfect view of her 
sex, and her fingers were caressing her mound. 

"It's kinda sexy, don't you think?" asked Sophie and 
Jessa nodded. "Makes Jake think he's fucking you 
instead of me." 

"Sophie," I said, irritated. 

"Never mind," she said. "I was just kidding." 

She turned toward me and pulled me to her. We kissed 
and our hands explored one another. I was self-
conscious at first but soon forgot about Jessa. Sophie 
rolled on top of me and mounted herself on my cock. I 
laid back and played with her breasts, and listened to 
the waves crashing in the distance as she rode me to a 
climax. 

"Oh, that's so good," she panted as he rolled off me, 
onto her back. I gave her a minute before I rolled on 
top of her and slid my cock back into her wetness. 

"Go slow," whispered Sophie into my ear. "Make it 
last." 

We made love slowly over the next fifteen minutes, 
touching, caressing, kissing as our bodies moved 
together and apart. I felt like I could go on forever, 
fucking her like this, enjoying the feel of her body 
beneath me and my cock in her wet, warm, tight sex. I 
felt her passions rise and slowed even further, wanting 
to delay her climax until I was ready. 

"Tie me up," she whispered in my ear. "Then come back 
inside me." 

I pulled out and rolled off the bed. My cock, rock hard 
and coated in Sophie's juices, bobbed within a foot of 
Jessa as I passed her and went to the dresser. I 
retrieved two silk scarves and returned, past Jessa 
again, and onto the bed. Sophie had turned over and 
held her arms out. I quickly bound her wrists and tied 
them to the headboard, then worked a pillow under 
Sophie's hips, elevating her cunt just enough. I 
prepared to enter then thought better of it. 

I realized that Jessa's view wasn't going to be very 
good. "Jessa, come here." I said, patting the bed next 
to us. 

Jessa came over and sat timidly on the edge of the bed, 
her eyes wide and excited. I figured that this was 
infinitely better than being crouched in the closet, 
trying to watch us through the heating vent. 

"Sophie's been a bad girl," I explained to Jessa and 
rubbed by hands over Sophie's ass. I spanked her three 
times, sharp quick blows and noticed out of the corner 
of my mind that Jessa flinched. Sophie, on the other 
hand, just purred. 

"Tell her, Sophie. Tell Jessa why you should be 
punished." 

"I've been thinking nasty thoughts," she said. 

"What?" I said and spanked her three more times. 

Sophie moaned in obvious pleasure and said, "I've been 
thinking about making love to Wendy." 

"You want to eat her pussy?" I asked, my voice stern, 
and spanked her again. 

"Oh, yes," she said. "And Cathy's too... and Jessa's." 

"She's only twelve, you pervert," I said and swatted 
her three more times. 

Sophie's confession continued until she had mentioned 
everybody in the house and every possible depraved 
thing she might do with them. I entered Sophie again 
when she finished and pressed myself fully in her cunt 
until her warm ass pressed against my front. I fucked 
her hard this time, slamming my cock into her with 
great force until she came and the spasming of her cunt 
around my cock caused me to blast my load deep into 
her. 

When I recovered I pulled myself out of Sophie and 
rose. I untied her then went into the bathroom to wash 
up. Jessa followed me in, and watched as I ran the 
water over a washcloth and cleaned my cock and balls. 

"You didn't wear a condom, like with Wendy," she said. 

"Sophie's on the pill," I explained. "And she knows 
that I'm not carrying any diseases. If she'd just met 
me, or was unsure about that, she'd make me were a 
condom to protect herself." 

"Oh," she said. 

I rinsed out the washcloth and squeezed most of the 
water out. 

"C'mon," I said and she followed me back in the room 
and watched while I cleaned up the dozing Sophie. Jessa 
followed me back into the bathroom as I rinsed out the 
washcloth and put it aside. 

"Did you enjoy watching us?" I said when I had 
finished. I was still nude but she didn't seem the 
least embarrassed to be with me in the small bathroom. 

"Very much," she said. "Can I ask you some questions?" 

"Sure." I lowered the lid on the toilet and sat down. I 
reached out and pulled Jessa between my legs then sat 
her down on one thigh. 

She reached her hand down, between my thighs and said, 
"Do you mind?" 

When I shook my head she wrapped her fingers around my 
flaccid penis. 

"Are you, and Jack... bigger than normal." 

"Yes, quite a bit bigger than some, I think." 

"I can't imagine it fitting inside me," she said. 

"That's just what your mom said," I said. She looked at 
me, surprised, and I gave her a brief summary of our 
conversation, ending with her mom's cryptic comment 
that Jessa was too small for an O'Leary. 

"Is... your dad this big?" 

"Don't know for sure, but I suspect he's even bigger." 

"And my mom... Jesus!" 

She was silent for a few moments and then looked at me 
with those incredibly observant eyes. "I want you to 
make love to me," she said. 

I shook my head. "Wait. Fall in love. I want you as a 
sister, not a lover." 

"That's because you're... sentimental," she said. "I'm 
not." 

Her impish smile returned. "Maybe Jack will do it with 
me, or Bob." 

I frowned at her and eased her off my lap and rose. 
"That's up to you, Jessa." 

I gave her goodnight kiss then told her to go to bed. 
When I got back to bed I spent a few moments arranged 
the sheets over Sophie, blew out the candles and 
slipped into bed. She rolled to her side and nestled 
her warm body up against me. 

"Where ya been?" she said sleepily. 

"Talking to Jessa." 

"Why don't ya just fuck her and put her out of her 
misery." 

"I'm too noble for that." 

"Oh, I forgot," she said, with justified sarcasm, then 
slowly drifted off to sleep. 

                     - o - 

We all ate a huge breakfast of bacon, eggs and pancakes 
the next morning, then went out to the beach and spent 
a couple hours playing in the water and laying in the 
sun. In Sophie's case, because of her fair skin, she 
greased herself up with Sun block and sat under an 
umbrella when she wasn't in the water or throwing the 
Frisbee around. 

A fast-moving front brought dark gray clouds at noon 
and we brought everything back up to the house. The 
girls showered while Jack and I made lunch. It was 
raining when we finished lunch. I caught Bob away from 
the others and suggested he take Cathy and Jessa to a 
matinee. Bob smiled in complete understanding and 
called the movie theater for times. 

I went up to shower as soon as they left and came down 
less than ten minutes later to find Sophie eating Wendy 
while Jack fucked her from behind. I got myself a cold 
beer and drank it while I watched. After Jack came in 
Sophie he went to get a drink while I greased my cock 
up and flipped Wendy over. As she climbed to her hands 
and knees Sophie slid under her. Wendy came twice while 
I butt-fucked her and Sophie ate her cunt. 

Our orgy continued with a few breaks for showers or a 
quick swim for the next two hours. We lost track of 
time and Bob, Cathy and Jessa walked in on us while I 
was fucking my cock down Wendy's throat and Sophie was 
riding to top of Jack. Bob and Cathy wasted no time 
stripping out or their clothes and joining in. Jessa 
walked around and watched until the orgy ended an hour 
later. 

Sophie and Cathy huddled a few minutes later, 
whispering, then attacked Jessa, tickling the girl 
while they stripped off her clothes. Wendy soon joined 
them and helped them carry Jessa to the middle of the 
room. They found just enough energy to bring Jessa to 
two intense orgasms as their mouths and hands caressed 
and probed her young body. 

                     - o - 

The rest of our weekend was more of the same. Swimming 
and sunning on the beach during the day, long public 
orgies at night. We often went swimming nude after dark 
during a break in the action. 

Jack and I refused to fuck Jessa but she talked Uncle 
Bob and Cathy into allowing her to sleep with them 
Saturday night. Sunday morning I learned from Cathy 
that Bob had took her vaginal cherry and showed her how 
to felate his cock. She explained that Jessa had 
delivered a well- rehearsed argument once the three of 
them were alone in bed and that Cathy had agreed and 
told Bill that he'd be the perfect first teacher for 
the young girl. I really couldn't blame him for doing 
it and was happy for her when I saw her beaming face in 
the morning. 

Later on Sunday I came in for lunch and found Jessa 
bent over a chair and Jack fucking his thick cock into 
her pussy from behind. They had come in earlier to 
prepare lunch but had obviously been distracted. 
Jessa's young face was flushed with pleasure and her 
nipples stood stiffly out from her budding breasts, 
looking disproportional long. 

"She's so God-damned tight, Jake," he said. "You should 
try her." 

For some reason I refused then and later, despite 
Jessa's constant needling about my hypocrisy of 
willingly fucking Cathy, my blood sister, and not her. 
But Jessa was not without partners for the rest of our 
stay as all the girls enjoyed eating her pussy, 
especially after Bill shaved off what little hair she 
had. Jack and Bill fucked her as often as they could, 
given their other duties. 

Very late Sunday night, Sophie, Jack, Wendy and I were 
relaxing and dosing on the living room floor after a 
long session when we heard a commotion on the other 
side of the duplex. I eased Wendy off me and the two of 
us went to investigate. We walked through the 
connecting door and found Bob, Jessa and Cathy standing 
naked in the middle of their living room. Jessa had a 
leather collar around her narrow neck that was attached 
to a dog leash. Cathy was standing behind Jessa, 
holding the leash in one hand, and whipped the end of 
it across Jessa's ass as we entered. 

"Quiet, bitch," she hissed. 

"Ah, some visitors," said Bob. He was standing in front 
of Jessa and his cock was fully erect. "Once we get 
outside, little tramp, you'll have to be as quiet as a 
mouse or you'll attract some of our neighbors." 

Jessa's face colored from embarrassment when she saw us 
approach. She looked so small and defenseless standing 
there, tears in her eyes, as Cathy and Bob played their 
roles in this erotic scene. Half of me wanted to rescue 
her, even though I knew she was a willing participant. 
The other half of me envied Bob and Cathy. My resolve 
not to fuck her was severely tested as I stared at her 
barely developing body, the erect nipples sticking up 
from her budding breasts, the lips of her sex clearly 
visible between her slightly spread narrow thighs, 
glistening wetly from her excitement. 

"That's what the little slut wants, Bob," said Cathy, 
whipping her again. "She wants to attract neighbors so 
she can fuck em'." 

"You think so?" said Bob. He closed on Jessa and took 
her head in his hands. "Is that right, slut? Are you 
gonna yell and holler when I fuck that cute ass of 
yours?" 

"N--No... Master," was Jessa's reply, her voice brittle 
with excitement and a little fear. 

As I watched I felt Wendy press her body up against me, 
her nipples and breasts pressing against my back. She 
rested her chin on my shoulder and watched Jessa's 
torment while her hands circled my waist and stroked my 
cock. I had cum many times that day and thought myself 
finished but my cock throbbed and lengthened under her 
caress. 

"Because if you cry out, little slut, you may attract 
other men, and they'll want to rape that tight, virgin 
ass of yours." 

"I wont---" she said and earned another lash from 
Cathy. It was not very hard but Jessa winced. 

"I want you to myself, slave," said Bob. 

"Oww," cried Jessa as Cathy whipped her again. 

"The only cock this little cunt wants shoved up her ass 
is right over there," said Cathy, cruelty in her tone. 

My cock was now fully erect in Wendy's hands. Jessa 
shot a nervous glance at it before Bob pulled her head 
back to look at him. 

"Is that right, slut? Would you rather have Jake's cock 
than your Master's?" 

"Ah... I... no," stammered Jessa. 

"She's a lyin' little tramp," said Cathy. "She's been 
parading her slut body in front of Jake since we got 
here, hoping he'd use her slut body." 

"But her ass?" said Bob. "Cath, do you really think she 
wants that monster shoved up her ass?" 

"It's exactly what the little slut wants," said Cathy. 

"No!" cried Jessa. This earned her a half dozen swats 
from Cathy. After she finished Bob took the leash from 
Cathy and led the red-faced girl around the room in 
circles and I noticed that Jack and Sophie were now in 
the room. Bob stopped with Jessa behind a large easy 
chair and shoved her forward, bending her over the 
back. He motioned for Cathy to take the leash then 
winked at me. 

"C'mere, Jake," he said. He whispered instructions in 
my ear then moved around the chair and knelt before 
Jessa, taking her head into his hands. 

"It's up to you, slut," he said into her face. 

Cathy held Jessa's tight little ass cheeks apart and I 
got in position, my cock against her tiny rosette. I 
could see that they'd oiled her earlier, and my cock 
slid in small circles over the entrance to her back 
passage. 

"No!" she cried as I pressed the huge head up against 
her. 

"You don't want Jake to fuck your ass?" asked Bob. 

"No... please, Master." 

"I thought you wanted Jake," he said. 

"No.. yes... not that way," she said. 

"But you'll allow me to, wont you?" 

"Yes!" 

"You'll have to promise to be quiet out there on the 
beach, little slut, or I'll have Jake shove his cock up 
your virgin ass this very second." 

"I promise!" she said. 

He let her up a few moments later. Cathy led the girl 
around the room a few times while Bob packed a blanket 
and a tube of jelly into a bag. They then led the girl 
by the leash out the door and into the night. 

I looked over at Jack and saw that he was as turned on 
as I from what we'd seen, his cock standing erect. 
Wendy put her arm around Sophie and they walked 
together to the other side. 

"If you grease me up, I'll do you," I heard Wendy say 
to Sophie. "I think we're in for a real pounding!" 

When we did get home Monday evening we were all utterly 
fucked out. 


EPILOGUE 

We finished the restoration of the Victorian two days 
before Dad and Marion returned from their honeymoon. We 
took them directly there from the airport. Despite 
their exhaustion from the long flight and the six hour 
time difference, Dad insisted on carrying Marion over 
the threshold. When they entered Dad stopped dead in 
his tracks and I could see his eyes widen in 
appreciation. The main hall stretched from the front 
entrance to the elegant staircase in the back. The oak 
floors gleamed and perfectly reflected the light from 
the antique crystal chandelier above their heads. 

He put Marion down and her face reflected almost the 
same amazement as his. The walked left, through the 
front and back parlors, each freshly painted in a color 
appropriate for the era and sporting the same gleaming 
floors as well as matching fireplaces with polished 
hardwood mantels. 

They went back through the hall and through the formal 
dining room, the family room and into the kitchen, 
admiring each room as they went, complimenting Jack, 
Jessa and me constantly. We went up the wide staircase 
and directed them first to the family bedrooms and 
baths before bringing them back to the master suite. 

Except for this room and the kitchen, none of the house 
was furnished. The day before, Jake and I had rented a 
U-haul and brought all of the furniture from Dad's room 
to the new house and set up their bedroom. Marion 
laughed when she opened a closet and found all of dad's 
suits and shirts hung neatly in two rows. Jessa brought 
her to the other closet and proudly showed her all the 
clothes that she had brought over from Marion's 
apartment. We left the newly-weds there and went back 
to the house to finish packing. 

                     - o - 

Over the last several years, quite a bit has happened 
to the people introduced in this narrative. 

Sophie Patterson started working part-time for Quince 
as a stripper-dancer for hire at bachelor parties. This 
began when we were still dating, without my knowledge, 
and continued after I learned about it and objected. 
What started out as a once- or twice-a-week job for 
spending and college money gradually increased to the 
point where she was working most nights during the week 
and two or three times on weekend nights. Sophie became 
addicted to the thrills of public exposure. She also 
became extremely good at it. 

We gradually drifted away during the following school 
year, dating others but still remaining good friends 
and occasional lovers. She'd come by late at night 
after stripping for a room of drunk men with a wild 
look in her eye, and either Jack or I would take her 
upstairs for a wild ride. Both of us wore condoms now 
with Sophie but she never challenged our un-stated 
concern. 

Her grades suffered because of her extracurricular 
activities, but she did get accepted to one of the 
state schools in Northern California. She lasted less 
than a full year in college because her continued 
stripping and dancing activities made it difficult to 
study and her sizable income made her wonder why she 
bothered. 

In the last letter I received from Sophie she wrote 
that she was now the headliner at a North Beach strip 
club in San Francisco, was making three grand in a bad 
week, and had taken one of the other dancers as a 
lover. She also told me in this letter, after urging me 
never to tell, that my Dad had been to the strip club 
when he was in San Francisco for a convention. 

"I recognized him half-way through my routine," she 
wrote. "I did the rest focusing only on him. When I 
finished I had one of the girls take a note to him, 
inviting him backstage to my dressing room. I hope you 
aren't angry at me, Jake, but I seduced him that 
night." Her postscript to this letter said he had the 
biggest she'd ever seen. 

I worry whenever I think about her, and imagine the 
toll of her new lifestyle. Her letters, however, 
continue to remind me of the old Sophie, open and 
intelligent, curious and ready for new experiences. She 
has recently taken up backpacking and is often trekking 
someplace in the Sierras with friends. 

"She'll be okay," I tell myself but still I worry. 

                     - o - 

Wendy Glendennon wrote every now and then to Jack and 
I. She hated Chicago, in part because she lived in a 
high-rise with her parents and went to an all-girl's 
school in the city. In her early letters she complained 
that she had no opportunity for sex except with a 
girlfriend that she'd introduced to lesbian sex. In a 
subsequent letter she told us that she'd seduced the 
headmaster of the school as was now getting fucked 
almost daily. 

We lost track of her after her father was transferred 
again, this time to California. 

                     - o - 

Joan Patterson had the baby, a healthy girl who she 
named Melinda after my mother. The incestuous 
relationships continued in the Patterson family but 
toned down considerably as Angela and Ralph began 
dating kids their own age. Angela grew up to be a real 
beauty, although not as voluptuous as her older sister. 
Ralph's interests in video games transferred to 
computers and he is now a sophomore at MIT. 

During my last visit home I joined them for dinner, and 
it was a real joy to see my four year-old daughter 
running around, and calling me Uncle Jake. I must have 
passed along my mother's genes because she looked a lot 
like Cathy did at this age: Blond hair, blue eyes and 
skinny. 

For old times sake I went downstairs with Joan while 
Bill watched Melinda. I bound her into Bill's latest 
invention and fucked her, first in her cunt and then I 
finished in her ass. She told me she was seeing Frank 
Reynolds once a week for a "nooner" at a downtown 
hotel. Bill didn't mind and had occasional lovers of 
his own outside the marriage. He told me, to my 
surprise, that he'd received a call from "Carolyn" a 
few months before my visit, and that they enjoyed an 
afternoon together at a motel. He still didn't know 
that she was my sister. 

                     - o - 

Cathy dated Carl Jefferson for most of their freshman 
year at UVA but broke up when his suspicions that she 
was sleeping with others became certain. She is married 
now to a wealthy lawyer in New York and they have a 
baby son. He works all the time and she stays home 
taking care of the baby and, she tells me, has an 
occasional affair to keep things interesting. When I 
visit her in New York or when she's back in 
Charlottesville for a visit, with or without her busy 
husband, she always finds time to fuck me or Jack or 
both of us. She must have visited at least once when we 
weren't around and rekindled the relationship with 
Bill. 

She's off the pill now, hoping for at least one other 
child, and insists we wear condoms unless we take her 
up the ass, which is quite often. Her husband, it turns 
out, is not fond of that practice.

                     - o - 

Dad and Marion's marriage thrived and it was always a 
joy to come home for the holidays to the beautiful 
Victorian. Jessa is now a high school senior, very 
attractive, and she is a lock to graduate number one in 
her class. She'll be going to Smith College in the 
fall. We never did consummate our relationship with sex 
and I'm glad. When I am home she tells me everything 
about her life and wants to hear about mine. She had a 
lengthy affair with one of her high school teachers but 
is now dating a graduate student from UVA. 

The Jefferson's are always around when Jack and I come 
home for holidays and summer vacations. Jessa told me 
once that she suspects that Marion and Helen Jefferson 
have swapped husbands on occasion but I find that 
difficult to believe of my straight-laced father. Elise 
and Christina Jefferson followed their brother's 
footsteps and went to UVA. 

Elise and Jack dated throughout their senior years at 
high school and remain close friends but not lovers. 
Christina and I were secret lovers during the same 
period, while my relationship with Sophie waned. I 
remember fondly taking her cherries in my third-floor 
room in the Victorian, her mouth and cunt first, then 
her big meaty black ass. She was an enthusiastic lover 
and developed into the best cock-sucker I've ever 
experienced, the first since Wendy who could take all 
of my cock down her throat. 

                     - o - 

Jack is a senior at the University of Iowa. He went 
there on an athletic scholarship to wrestle and was 
NCAA champ at 190 pounds during his junior year and 
just missed at 200-and-something his last year. He also 
joined the golf team his junior year and became 
extremely good at that sport. I've played with him a 
couple of times, and he combines incredibly long drives 
with very soft hands around the green. He hopes to 
qualify for the Hogan tour after he graduates. 

His current sweetheart is a sophomore there, a tall 
corn-fed blond girl who was almost a virgin when he met 
her, but who took to kinky sex like a fish to water. I 
visited him once on a drive across country. He had 
never told the girl, Debbie, that he had an identical 
twin. Anticipating my arrival he invited her over for 
dinner and kept me hidden until he had tied her to his 
bed. Over the next three hours we took turns fucking 
the helpless but all-too-willing girl four times, only 
one of us visible at a time. 

She was thoroughly amazed at "Jack's" recuperative 
powers as we dumped cum in each of her holes, twice in 
her tight pussy. After a twenty minute respite after my 
last cum in her ass, we walked in together, smiling, 
our cocks once again at full mast. We untied the 
shocked girl and she looked from me to Jack and back 
until her confused expression gave way to a sexy grin. 
We made love to her one more time that night, finishing 
with a sandwich fuck as I lay beneath her, my cock in 
her cunt, and Jack drove his cock into her well-oiled 
ass. 

                     - o - 

I'll graduate in a few months with a degree in 
architecture, and will begin the long and not very 
profitable practice of learning my trade. But I love 
it, drawing buildings and solving the engineering 
problems that at first seem impossible. I've interned 
at architectural firms for two summers now, and I know 
I'm as good as many and better than most. 

My current love is a radical departure from my usual 
attraction to full-figured girls like Sophie and 
Christina. Cindy is a petite Asian girl, just over five 
feet tall and not even a hundred pounds. I met her at 
the Karate studio that I attend twice a week to keep in 
shape and to maintain my timing. 

Her tits are small, not even a mouthful, but very firm. 
Her hips are narrow. She wears her straight black hair 
extremely long and it reaches the crack of her pert 
little ass. She was not a virgin when I met her but had 
never taken a cock in her mouth, much less in her ass. 
I was captivated by her exotic, almond-shaped eyes and 
her quiet, deferential manner. Even before I first took 
her to bed I guessed that she would be a submissive 
lover. 

When we finally did make love my suspicions were 
confirmed. After a first fuck that had her whimpering 
in discomfort as a worked my thick cock into her 
extremely tight pussy, I took her from the rear as she 
knelt on all fours. I held her hair bunched together in 
one hand like a leash as I fucked her and spanked her 
ass. She came many times before I finished and clearly 
enjoyed the nasty treatment. 

The next time she came over I ordered her to strip as 
soon as she entered the door. At my order she begged me 
to use her mouth for my pleasure and knelt before me 
submissively while I fucked her mouth. When I came I 
pulled out and shot my cum all over her face. 

It took me a half-dozen times before I was able to get 
my cock fully into her very tight ass but she grew to 
like this treatment best of all. As I type these last 
few words Cindy, my slave, enters the room and kneels 
in the middle, naked, her face lowered and her hair 
done into a long thick braid down her back. If she's 
followed my standing instructions, and she always does, 
her lips are done up in deep red lipstick, her pussy is 
wet and ready and her ass is oiled. 

It will go like this when I finish typing. 

"Slave, your master is done and needs you." 

"How may I serve you, Master?" 

I will get up and move toward her and say, "Strip me." 

"Yes, master," she'll say and remove my clothes 
carefully, folding them up before she puts them aside, 
her eyes lowered. 

"Use your slut mouth to make me hard." 

She'll kneel before me and take my cock as deep as she 
can, sucking hard, her tiny fingers playing with my 
balls or slipping behind to enter my ass. 

"Look at me," I'll have to say, because she always 
keeps her eyes lowered unless told otherwise but I love 
to watch a woman's eyes when she sucks my cock. Cindy's 
black, almond-shaped eyes will reflect the pride she 
takes in performing this and other duties. When I'm 
hard I'll order her off and tell her to assume position 
two. Her face will light up as she turns and lowers her 
head to the floor and keeps her ass in the air. Her 
hands will reach back to her ass, holding the small 
round cheeks apart and exposing her tiny rosette. I'll 
take her that way, driving my cock into her ass to the 
hilt. She'll cum at least once and likely twice before 
I dump my load into her ass. 

THE END 

c. 1996, Rhett Dreams 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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