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Brenda - A Love Story
by Tom Bombadil (stbush@iglou.com)

***

It was three days after moving into the beach house, 
late afternoon, and I was sitting on the back porch 
soaking up some sun, enjoying a nice cool glass of 
lemonade when I was rather startled to hear a voice 
coming from not far in front of me. "Can I have some 
lemonade too, please?" I opened my eyes to see this 
skinny little nine year old girl in a bikini sitting on 
the railing of my balcony. I said "Who are you?" She 
looked at me for a moment then replied, "I'm Brenda." 
(M/f, ff, ped, 1st, mast, oral, anal, voy)

***

Author Notes: All the standard rules apply. If you are 
offended by explicit descriptions of sex or the human 
body, if it is illegal to possess such materials at your 
location, if you are under-age by law in your location, 
or if somebody else thinks you might have too much fun 
reading it, stop right now and remove this text from 
your computer.

This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters 
and actions described by me coming straight out of my 
imagination. As a work of fiction, it does not condone 
or condemn any of the activities or actions described, 
nor does it relate to any type of real events in my 
life, or known to me in the lives of any of my friends 
or relatives. You've been warned.

This story was originally titled "Brenda's Conquest", 
and was re-titled after revision by the author.

***

Chapter 1

Well, I think I know what heaven is like. It can't be 
any better than what I have right here, right now. Yes, 
being 25, I was supposed to know better, and if anyone 
had found out, I'd be in jail, or worse, but there's no 
way I could have prevented it. I was in love with her, 
she said she was in love with me, and, knowing me better 
than I knew myself, she took me. That's the only way to 
describe it. Not that I'm complaining, you understand, 
it's just that I had very little say in the matter.

To understand what happened, I guess I'll have to start 
at the beginning. My name is Richard Tyler and I come 
from a smallish town in the Midwest. I have two younger 
sisters and a pair of rather staid, very middle-class 
parents. Looking back, I can see that my life was 
boringly typical and, other than a few incidents, 
uneventful until I got to college.

I graduated from high school as normal, got good enough 
marks to be accepted into the local U., and went there 
to study business for a year. That's when the itch 
started. I had a steady stream of girlfriends since I 
was sixteen, so I thought I knew everything there was to 
know. That is, until I met a student from Melbourne here 
to study local husbandry and ranching practices. This is 
not the girl I fell in love with, but she taught me an 
awful lot about the world, especially the world of sex, 
life, and adventure.

To give you an example, when we first met, I used my 
best line on her, one guaranteed to work on most ladies. 
(I'm 6'2" of long, lean muscle, and 'a good lookin' 
hunk' according to the friends of both my sisters). Her 
response? "Hey, a hayseed. A real one. I've never met 
one before. You're not too bad looking either." What can 
I come back with after a shot like that? With that 
accent of hers, it didn't even sound like an insult. I 
just smiled and said "Ya got me pegged right first shot, 
little lady." I learned more from her in that first two 
weeks than I had from all my previous girlfriends put 
together.

Besides great, and I mean *great* sex (hey, I was a 
hayseed from a small mid-west town - missionary was 
almost all I knew) she dragged me to plays, operas, 
musicals, jazz festivals, restaurants, taught me to like 
seafood and real Chinese, made me read some of her 
favourite fantasy books (first I'd ever heard of some 
writer named McCaffrey) and really opened my eyes about 
the world outside of my home. We both still managed to 
get decent grades. It was the second-best time of my 
life (the best before now).

She went back home after six months, leaving me to my 
humdrum world, one I had to get out of. It was with a 
lot of effort, work, pleading, and downright 
stubbornness that I finally got my way. The deal was, if 
I finished two years of college here, with a 3.75 gpa or 
better, I could take a year off and go anywhere I 
wanted, then go to the college of my choice. Let me tell 
you, I almost gave up on dating and the local girls, 
just going out enough to satisfy my basic urges, and 
concentrated on the books and my workouts (have to 
maintain my physique).

Well, I did it, barely, and spent that year working my 
way through New Zealand, Australia, the Philippines, and 
most of the far east. By the time I got back, all the 
hayseeds were out of my teeth, believe me. That, my 
friends, was an education. I came back with most of my 
middle-class attitudes and prejudices, well, 'adjusted', 
you could call it. That probably contributed in no small 
way to my current situation.

Now it was back to work, or rather school, and a part-
time job. I chose San Diego because it reminded me most 
of the best parts of Australia, which I'd fallen in love 
with. I had a job waiting for me too, through one of my 
old Prof's, working with some computer jockeys who 
needed help putting together business packages. It was 
decent pay, the job wasn't too tough, and the hours were 
very flexible. College was tougher, since I switched 
from business to graphic arts, and had to start over 
again. My folks just rolled their eyes at me and said to 
go for it, as long as I would damned well finish this 
time.

Well, now knowing what I liked, I spent a long time 
finding just the right place to stay. With my job and a 
little help from home, I found it - a beach house I 
could afford. A two story two bedroom shack overlooking 
a rocky shoreline with a sand beach not more than 
fifteen minutes walk away, in a quiet suburbia type of 
place. So what if it was old. Everybody back home was 
jealous. It was also the most important choice I ever 
made in my life, even though I didn't know it then.

Between college and work, I didn't have a lot of free 
time, and, being new, didn't know anybody to start off 
with. I did date occasionally, but only out of 
necessity. There was too much to do right here and now 
to find a bunch of new friends. So, I basically got 
adopted by my neighbors.

They were a youngish couple, Mary was 28 and Will was 
35, just building up a new computer publishing business, 
and were starting to become financially comfortable 
(middle class). She had some money from an aunt 
someplace and they used it to buy and build their home 
on the beach. It was far nicer than the glorified shack 
I lived in. Oh yeah, the most important bit, they had 
two kids, Brenda and Vicky, aged 9 and 7 respectively.

Mary was a plumping middle-aged mom who looked like she 
was great a few years ago, but had let herself go a bit 
after the kids came along. Red hair, green eyes, nice 
features, generous curves, but a bit too heavy for my 
tastes. I found out later she'd put on the weight after 
having to take some hormone pills for a while. It was to 
my delight and constant frustration to see her slim back 
down over the next two years, regaining her wonderful 
figure.

Will was seven years older than Mary, and they'd gotten 
married shortly after she graduated from high school. 
He's a fit and trim 5'11" with sandy hair and hazel eyes 
and also looks good.

Their kids were wonderful - precocious, energetic, 
playful and smart.

They took after their parents. Just more so, as I found 
out later.

Enough introduction. Let me tell you about the first 
step on this road I find myself on... 

***

It was three days after moving into the beach house, 
late afternoon, and I was sitting on the back porch 
soaking up some sun, enjoying a nice cool glass of 
lemonade (the beer was still warm and I was thirsty). 
Lying back on the lounger, eyes mostly closed, half 
asleep, zonked from moving, work, and school, I was 
rather startled to hear a voice coming from not far in 
front of me.

"Can I have some lemonade too, please?"

I opened my eyes to see this skinny little nine year old 
girl in a bikini sitting on the railing of my balcony. 
Being the suave, debonair world traveller that I am, I 
immediately grasped the situation and came out with some 
witty comments. Yeah, right. I was brain-fogged.

I looked at her and said "Who are you?"

"I'm Brenda."

"Oh."

After looking at each other for a few seconds, hoping my 
mind would start working, she spoke again.

"You're new here. I'm your next door neighbour. Hi. I'm 
thirsty.

Could I have some lemonade please?"

It started to percolate through that this wasn't some 
sort of weird dream. I was awake, and there was a little 
kid in front of me. Like I said, brain-fogged.

"Uh, you live next door? Where's your folks?"

"Dad's working, and my mom and sister are at the beach. 
They won't be back for a while yet. I can't get in the 
house 'cause mom has the keys, and I'm thirsty."

"Oh. Right. Lemonade. Okay."

Well, like I said, I wasn't thinking too clearly, so I 
got up and went into the kitchen to get her a glass. It 
was more of a surprise when I turned around and found 
that she's followed me into the house. I gave her the 
glass and ushered her back outside.

"You know, your folks wouldn't like it if they knew you 
were walking into strange people's houses."

She looked at me real hard for a second. I felt like a 
bug under a microscope.

"Why?"

I was finally waking up. I still couldn't come up with 
any kind of a reply to this.

"'Cause you might take advantage of me?"

"Uh, well..." More great conversation. This 9 year old 
had me flummoxed.

"You wouldn't. You aren't the kinda guy who'd hurt kids 
like me. Mom said so."

"Really? And how does your mom know that?"

She just sipped her drink and smiled at me a bit. She 
didn't answer my question, just asked me another one of 
hers. This was getting strange.

"Well, would you ever hurt me?"

Thinking carefully for a moment, I chose my words for a 
change.

"No, I guess your Mom is right. I don't hurt people, 
especially children."

"Good. Mom said I could invite you for lunch tomorrow. 
What's your name?"

"Richard. Lunch?"

"Rich or Richard?"

"Richard." 

"Lunch tomorrow. If you're not busy."

Tomorrow was Saturday - no work, no school. I'd planned 
on either unpacking everything or vegging out on the 
porch all day. Guess which it would have been. She was 
eyeing me, waiting for an answer.

"Uh, I think I'd better hear that from your Mom before I 
say yes."

"Good! You'll come. Can I use your bathroom? I need to 
go pee."

"I guess. It's right beside the kitchen." She was off 
into the house before I stood up. By the time I got to 
the door, she was in the bathroom and had closed the 
door. Shaking my head, I sat back down to wait. Ten 
minutes later I was getting a little worried, and was 
just about to get up and check on my 'guest' when 
someone called for my attention. A lady in her late 
twenties and a little girl were walking up the path to 
my place.

"Hello. Have you seen Brenda? She said she'd be here."

Oh shit. "You must be her Mom."

"Yes. So she has been here."

"Hi Mom!" Brenda came out onto the porch, re-tying her 
bikini bottom. It was an embarrassing scene. I knew 
nothing had happened, but the implication that something 
might have been going on was there. I was blushing.

"Hi dear."

Now for the really embarrassing part. She came up behind 
me and gave me a big hug around the neck and a kiss on 
the cheek.

"Look what I found! Can I keep him?"

"Of course you may, if he doesn't object. But you'd 
better let go for now, you're embarrassing the poor 
gentleman. Besides, you need to introduce us."

"Okay. Mom, this is Richard. Richard, this is Mary, my 
Mom, and Vicky, my sister."

Hello's were exchanged. Mine were a bit strangled 
because she hadn't let go of my neck.

"So, is he coming for lunch tomorrow?" Mary was speaking 
to Brenda, over my head, as though I weren't there.

"I think so. I think he's a bit shy though. He says he 
needs your okay first."

"Tell him I said it's fine. Make sure he dresses 
properly, Grandma will be there. See you in a while. Bye 
Richard."

She and the younger one, the seven year old, walked on 
up the path to their place, leaving Brenda alone with 
me. Now, as far as I know, this isn't normally what 
you'd expect from a mother or her daughter. It certainly 
wasn't where I grew up, and I doubted it was normal even 
here in California.

"Erg, could you let go, please? It's a little hard to 
breathe."

She let go and sat back up on the porch railing.

"So it's okay now. You're coming for lunch tomorrow. Mom 
says you hafta dress nice, so wear long pants, good 
shoes, and a nice shirt. No jeans. Come over at eleven. 
See ya!"

She jumped and ran, not waiting for any kind of answer. 
Not that I had one, or could think of any questions or 
objections either. This is what the term 'railroaded' 
was invented to describe. They'd hit me when I wasn't 
ready, kept me off balance, and had me where they wanted 
me before I knew what was happening. This I figured out 
later. At the time, I was just too stunned.

Guess where I ended up for lunch the next day.

***

That was the start of it. I don't remember much about 
that lunch, except for two things. Brenda treated me 
like her date, leading me by the hand for introductions 
and a tour of the place, sitting beside me during lunch, 
and walking me home afterwards. Somehow they also talked 
me into having dinner there the following Saturday. 

For the next few years, things went a little smoother. I 
guess Brenda and her mom had a talk or something, or 
maybe she realized how much she was embarrassing me, 
because she was rarely as forward as she was those first 
two days. I was a frequent visitor over at their place, 
either for lunch, dinner, cards, or just to socialize, 
sometimes a half-dozen times a month. 

Both kids were frequent visitors at my place as well, 
popping over whenever they saw my back door open. I 
learned to close it whenever I was going in for a shower 
or was changing, because they'd walk right in without 
knocking. It scared the hell out of me the first time I 
walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a small 
towel and saw two faces grinning and staring at me over 
the back of the couch. 

When I talked to Mary about it, nervous as hell and 
blushing, of course, her answer was, to say the least, 
not what I expected. 

"Richard, it's your house, so you make the rules. You 
can kick them out if you like, or tell them not to come 
over, but I will not tell them how to behave over there. 
That's up to you. As long as you never hurt them, I'll 
be okay with whatever happens. They both like you a lot 
and they both trust you, as do we." 

Talk about ambiguous and open-ended. 

Sometimes, when they couldn't get a sitter, Mary and 
Will would leave the girls in my care overnight. This 
happened regularly, usually once or twice a month, 
starting that fall. I'll tell you about the first couple 
of times. It'll show you how they were slowly wearing 
down my resistance, or scruples, or morals, or 
something. Anyway... 

***

The first time I babysat for the two girls was about 
three months after I moved into the beach house. It was 
November, the weather was unusually chilly with lots of 
wind, and my place was full of cold drafts. Like I said 
before, the place is an old shack.

I guess it's about time I described these two 'little' 
girls for you, before I carry on. It'll help you 
understand a bit better. Both girls were young, still 
kids, showing no female development whatsoever. They 
were skinny, with long legs, long arms, long necks, nice 
tans, and both showed the potential for true beauty 
later in life. Their eyes were a deep green, just like 
their mothers'.

Vicky (Victoria) is the younger of the pair by almost 
exactly two years. Her birthday is at the end of March, 
her sister's is at the beginning. She was then seven 
years old, about 4'8" tall (really tall for her age, 
probably end up around 6'). Her hair was long, halfway 
down her back, naturally wavy, and a rich, deep brown 
color. This was the lady of the pair, usually prim and 
proper, dressed nicely, rarely dirty or dishevelled. 
Behind the outer shell, though, was a daring and 
mischievous mind, always looking for something new or 
interesting.

Brenda was the same height as her sister, despite the 
two years head start, and would soon be passed. She was 
nine, and had the most gorgeous head of strawberry 
blonde hair I've ever seen. It was cut short, barely 
shoulder length, and was just as wavy as her sister's. 
This one was the tomboy. Almost nothing stopped her from 
doing whatever she wanted whenever she wanted to. The 
main difference between her and her sister was that she 
didn't hide any of her daring or impish curiosity behind 
a mask. It was all in the open. She had both a temper 
and an extreme stubborn streak. Get her mad at you for 
something and she'd stay mad for a week.

Did I mention before that they were both highly 
intelligent, precocious, daring, fearless, and had a set 
of morals that were mostly alien to mine? More on that 
later - for now, back to babysitting.

I wasn't too nervous about this because they were at my 
place a lot anyway. Since that first day, I had always 
treated both of them like small adults, talking with 
them rather than at them, never ignoring them, and 
always listening and being fair. It showed, because they 
also treated me fairly, as an adult and an equal. They 
were still kids, though, and respected my knowledge and 
authority. Usually.

Mary dropped them off at three, giving me some emergency 
numbers and last minute instructions on bedtimes. Being 
Saturday, these were flexible. They expected to be back 
the following afternoon. The girls had their backpacks, 
nighties, a change of clothes each, and some toys, 
games, and books to keep them amused. Oh, if you're 
wondering, this wasn't a paid thing. It was a favour for 
friends.

We watched a little TV, played a little, Brenda wrestled 
with me on the couch (I lost), then had dinner. Corn on 
the cob, 'burgers, and salad made a good meal, I 
thought. Jello for the girls for dessert. Later in the 
evening, after some TV, they wanted me to read them some 
more out of their latest book. It was something they'd 
started me on early. About once a week, we'd sit 
together on the couch and I would read them a chapter or 
two. They thought it was great, and I didn't mind. It 
was fun having them around for company. And besides, it 
was expanding my mind and my vocabulary.

Now, if I haven't mentioned it before (yeah, right, a 
dozen times already), these girls were intelligent and 
precocious. Books, to them, meant one thing - great 
stories and tales of adventure, magic, and mayhem. 
You're thinking sleeping beauty, little red riding hood, 
beauty and the beast. Not for these two. Lord of the 
Rings, Beowulf, The Iliad, Dragon-riders, The Malloreon, 
Discworld, this was the kids' reading material. Their 
favorite authors were (and still are) Aspirin, Hawke, 
and Pratchett. At that age, I hadn't even started 
reading Enid Blyton.

I let them stay up a little later than their normal, 
then sent them to bed. They were supposed to sleep in my 
spare bedroom. That lasted until five minutes after I 
got to bed.

"It's cold." "I'm scared!" "I'm lonely." "I miss Mom and 
Dad." "Can we sleep with you?" "Mom and Dad let us." 
"This house makes funny noises." "Why is it so dark in 
here?"

You get the idea. I didn't think their parents would 
really appreciate me sleeping with the two girls. Call 
it a bit of prudishness on my part, but even if nothing 
happened, and nothing would, just the thought of 
sleeping with them made me nervous. I sent them back to 
their own bed. About a half-hour later I was awake 
again, a thump in the hall bringing me to full alert 
status. Burglars? Nah, had to be the girls. I pulled on 
my sweats and went to find out.

Vicky was sitting in the hall, a blanket wrapped around 
her, leaning against the wall. "I'm scared."

"Where's your sister?"

"Downstairs"

"All right you, back to bed."

"I can't sleep in there. It's too scary."

I left her there and went to find her sister. She was 
downstairs, sitting in a chair, wrapped in a blanket, 
staring at the TV. The sound was turned off so I 
wouldn't hear it.

"Well? Why aren't you in bed?"

"It's too cold and lonely. Vicky won't stay in there, so 
I came down here."

I knew what was happening, of course, and so did the 
girls.

"Brenda, what would your mother say if she found out you 
ended up in my bed?"

"Nothing. She would be mad if she knew you made us sleep 
by ourselves when we're cold, lonely and scared, 
though."

Sighing, exasperated, knowing I'd already lost this one, 
I gave in.

She was probably right about her mother, too. "All 
right, I give up.

You win." She was running up the stairs before I 
finished talking. I ended up with one girl curled up in 
either arm, covers pulled up to our chins. I'm really 
glad their mother makes them wear full nighties to bed. 
I left my sweat pants on.

Waking up with the two girls in my bed was an adventure 
in embarrassment. They were still in my arms, Vicky 
facing me with her head on my chest, one hand on my 
stomach, with my arm around her waist and my hand 
resting on her hip. Brenda was facing away from me, butt 
pushed into my thigh, with my other arm wrapped around 
her and that hand being held by her on her chest. I 
could feel one of her nipples pressing into my palm.

They were both still asleep, so I tried to slither out 
of there. All this did was make things worse. When I 
tried to move my hand off Brenda's chest, she grabbed it 
tighter, with both hands, and pulled me back. I moved my 
hand off Vicky's hip and onto her waist. This made her 
wiggle around, and she ended up with one leg over top of 
mine and her crotch pressing into my hip. All I could do 
was lie back and try to sleep. These warm bodies did 
feel nice, though, even being kids.

I did doze off again, and woke up when the girls started 
squirming. "Just getting comfy" was the only muttered 
response I got when I asked if they were awake. Yeah, 
getting comfy with my legs, arms, chest and stomach. 
Hands and legs everywhere before they settled down to 
sleep again. I was quickly getting used to this, though, 
and again nodded off.

When the two of them finally woke up for real, I 
received a peck on the cheek from each, a thank you, and 
a good morning. The rest of the day was more normal.

A few days later, when I talked to Mary about what 
happened, her response was again a surprise. Not as big 
as the last one, because I was starting to know her, but 
still a surprise.

"Yes, I know. Did anything happen? Did you hurt either 
of them? Were they unhappy? No? Then what's the problem? 
Like I said before, it's your place. You control what 
happens over there. If you let them sleep with you, 
fine. It was their choice too, remember."

Needless to say, next time I babysat, the two of them 
didn't even make a pretense of going into the spare 
room. They waltzed up the stairs and dropped their packs 
in my room, cool as anything.

***

Somehow the years did slip by. For birthdays and 
Christmas I'd give them things that would be special for 
them, rather than the usual t-shirts or CD's or stuff 
like that. I gave Vicky a signed copy of Necromancer for 
her tenth birthday. She showed it off to everybody for 
months. For Brenda's eleventh, I gave her a framed print 
of Michael Whelan's White Dragon. It's been hanging in 
her room ever since. Hey, I'd never heard of this stuff 
before, but it made the girls very happy. 

I didn't neglect things on the home front, either. I 
made regular visits or calls home to talk with and 
gossip about family and friends. The folks were fine, 
and my sisters were doing okay. I tried hard to keep in 
touch with Caitlin, my baby sis, because I was always 
the one she'd turn to for help or comfort when I was 
home. I did miss her. 

By the time I was ready to graduate, my neighbours 
seemed more like family to me than my own folks. Once I 
had my degree, and finished some post-grad courses I 
wanted to take, it would be time to move on in my life - 
start a career, get a social life again, find a good 
woman, etcetera etcetera. Maybe it was my vague 
ramblings on doing these things that made her strike 
earlier than she'd planned, suddenly realizing that I 
wouldn't be there forever. She hasn't told me the full 
truth yet, and may never tell me. 

She started in on me just after finals were finished... 

***

I got back from work early on a Friday, putting in extra 
time now that my school workload was slowing down. It 
was now late April, so the weather was turning nice, and 
this had turned into a gorgeous sunny day. I changed 
into shorts and a t-shirt, grabbed a soda, and went to 
the back porch to stretch out and relax a bit.

Brenda was already there, sitting in a lounger, knees 
tucked under her chin, arms wrapped around her calves. 
She was staring out over the ocean. I could tell she'd 
been crying.

"What's the matter?" 

"Nothin'"

"Riiiiiight. I'll be sitting here when you're ready to 
talk." I'd seen this too often to try and push her. Let 
her come to me if and when she was ready to unburden 
herself. If she didn't want to talk to me, she wouldn't 
be here. It did take a while. I was working on my second 
cola before she spoke up.

"Richard, when you're finished school, you're gonna move 
away, aren't you?"

All right, what gives? It's not the usual 
school/sister/boyfriend problem that I'm used to. At 
least, not the kind I was used to when dealing with my 
sister.

"Probably. I'll be starting a new job somewhere, maybe 
in another city. Don't worry, I won't forget you. You're 
like family to me."

She sat there for a while longer, staring at the sea.

"No, I didn't think you'd understand."

Before I could respond, she got up, walked over, and 
kissed me - a full French kiss right on the lips. Now 
THAT got my attention. She kissed good for a kid. Hell, 
that was a good kiss from anyone. Without another word, 
she walked off the porch and over to her place.

I watched her go, staring at her, too surprised to say 
anything.

I guess I should describe her again, both for your sake 
and mine. That kiss was a sort-of revelation for me, 
making me take a good look. She was no longer a little 
girl at thirteen years of age. Now she was a young lady, 
with many of her womanly charms developing. There was a 
definite figure there now, with nice breasts, slim 
waist, noticeable hips, nicely rounded ass, tapering 
thighs, and legs that went on into next week. Her hair 
was still that rich strawberry blonde, a little darker 
now at the start of spring, and her eyes were the same 
luminous green, large and expressive. The rest had 
developed from little-girl to young-woman, including a 
wide, full-lipped, expressive mouth. I now knew from 
first-hand experience how soft and tender those lips 
were, too.

She wasn't a kid anymore. She was a beautiful young 
lady. I hadn't paid attention to the changes, even when 
babysitting. I'd gotten so used to having them sleep 
with me when they were over, I never noticed the extra 
padding on the chest, the graceful curves, the rounding 
of her bottom. Not even when my hand was holding her 
breast, as I then remembered from the previous week. 
They still slept the same way when with me, Vicky in one 
arm, facing me, with my arm wrapped around her and my 
hand on her hip, and Brenda facing away from me, holding 
my hand to her chest.

Am I a prime idiot, or what. Is there any other male out 
there who wouldn't have noticed holding on to a 
beautifully shaped breast on a very pretty thirteen year 
old? 

Thinking about it, Vicky wasn't a little kid either. She 
was two years behind Brenda in age, but not nearly that 
far behind in development. A bikini now had something to 
hide, or show off if you will. Her breasts were 
thickening pads behind her nipples, waist becoming 
defined, baby fat disappearing, hips widening, bottom 
starting to round out. She was now about 5'3", while her 
sister was 5'2".

I wasn't going to be sleeping with them while 
babysitting anymore, I decided. That decision turned out 
to be academic anyway.

***

She was back again the next morning, around ten. No 
hello, no knock, just suddenly there on the porch, 
staring out over the ocean. Now, I know I'm not the 
greatest conversationalist in the world, but usually 
when you say 'hello' you get some sort of response. Not 
that day. Time to wait it out again. I carried on, doing 
a little housework, some light reading, and writing up 
notes for work.

I made lunch for two, and we ate it in silence on the 
porch.

In the afternoon, Vicky came over for a while. She was 
her usual cheerful self despite Brenda's mood. I took 
her into the kitchen and asked what was wrong with her 
sister. Her answer? "You, silly!" When I pressed her on 
this, wanting to get some real answers, she just shut up 
or played dumb.

Vicky went home for dinner, but Brenda stayed on the 
porch. I made dinner for two, and we ate that in silence 
as well.

Time to ask her mom for help. I found Mary in her 
kitchen, cleaning up after their dinner. Giving a hand, 
I asked what was wrong with her daughter.

"Brenda? Nothing is wrong with her at all. It's her 
boyfriend that has the problem."

"Boyfriend?" That was news to me. I didn't know she had 
a boyfriend. Neither the girls nor their parents had 
mentioned anything about a boyfriend.

"Yes. She's been seeing him for a while, but he seems 
totally uninterested. It's very frustrating for her. 
She's got something up her sleeve, though, so I'd be 
careful around her for a while."

She had a boyfriend. Brenda had a boyfriend. One that I 
didn't know about. Someone stupid enough not to be 
interested in her. Why did that news get me so, well, 
mad and jealous?

There was no sign of her at my place. I imagined her 
going to see her boyfriend. It took me a long time to 
get to sleep that night, wondering about Brenda and her 
boyfriend, and what they did together.

***

Sunday morning she was there again, sitting in the back. 
This time Brenda was wearing a Bikini and sunning 
herself. I thought it was better than her just being 
wrapped up in a ball like the last couple of days. 
Communication lines were still down, even when I asked 
if she wanted to talk about her boyfriend. It was 
starting to worry me. Believe it or not, I did care a 
lot about this young lady. It hurt me seeing her like 
that, especially since it seemed she was taking out her 
social problems on me.

Being ignored was starting to get to me too, even though 
I tried not to show it.

I carried on with my chores and work, occasionally going 
out to sit with her for a few minutes. After my 
revelations the other day about her growing up, it was 
impossible to ignore her in that bikini, especially when 
she was on her stomach with that ass of hers exposed to 
view (guess what my favorite bit of female anatomy is). 
Each time I came back in, I had to adjust my cock into a 
more comfortable position. It's bloody awful when 
someone you've basically regarded as asexual (I don't 
fancy kids as sexual, personally) suddenly turns into a 
cock-hardening piece of jailbait without you noticing. 
She IS supposed to be like a sister or a cousin or 
something, right?

Lunch for two was again silent.

Later in the afternoon, it started clouding over and 
getting chilly. She showed no sign of moving, and it was 
obvious that she was getting cold. Well, I'm the one 
that's supposed to know better, so I brought her inside, 
wrapped her in a quilt, sat her on the couch, and made 
her some cocoa. No verbal response, but I did get a 
smile. That was something I hadn't seen for days and it 
made me feel a lot better.

Vicky came over after supper (I cooked for two again, if 
you hadn't guessed) hoping for a reading session. Sure, 
why not.

I fetched drinks - soda's for the girls and beer for me 
- picked up their book, and relaxed into my recliner. 
Readings generally lasted a half hour to an hour, 
depending on moods and the storyline. Two minutes into 
things, Brenda got off the couch and crawled up into my 
lap, quilt and all. The only two words I got from her 
for three days were "I'm cold".

Well, I wasn't very successful at not getting erect with 
that girl's bottom in my lap and her breasts resting on 
my chest. There's no way she could miss it, since it was 
running along her ass-crack, but she didn't move, say 
anything, or even blink. I could feel her nipples 
through her bikini and my shirt. She certainly didn't 
feel cold. Her head was resting, quite comfortably I 
might add, on my left shoulder just below my jaw line. 
Don't get me wrong, I did enjoy the feel of her body, it 
was just my scruples getting in the way. This was still 
a thirteen year old woman-child in my lap, despite what 
my body and my lewd imagination were saying. Somehow my 
emotions were also conspiring against me. Her little 
sigh of contentment left me flushed with a warm all-over 
glow.

After the reading was over, the two of them headed home. 
One thing she left me with, something which really 
confused me, was a big, warm, wet, kiss, just as she was 
getting up to go. Speechless, I watched that bikini-clad 
bottom of hers walk out the door and down the path. 
Emotions and feelings I didn't know I had came out. 
Sadness at seeing her leave, loneliness when she 
disappeared, and some jealousy and anger over her 
boyfriend. I thought that if I ever met that jackass, 
I'd straighten him out. Damned idiot, ignoring a girl - 
no, a woman, like Brenda. Dipstick didn't know a good 
thing when he saw it.

The other thing she left me with was a raging hard-on, 
the one that she'd been sitting on for the last hour. I 
wonder if she had any idea how bad off she left me.

***

Monday I had no classes and no work, so I did shopping, 
laundry, housework, yard maintenance, studying, and some 
design work. She showed up at four, curling up on the 
couch under the quilt, staring out the window. It was a 
change - she was in the house. It was still chilly out 
there. Dinner for two and an evening of TV. She went 
home at eight.

Tuesday I had classes and an afternoon of work, 
returning home after seven. She was on the porch, 
shivering. I asked if she'd eaten, and she shook her 
head no. I carried her inside, wrapped her up, gave her 
some cocoa, cooked her dinner (I'd already eaten), then 
asked what the hell she was doing. No answer. What a 
surprise. I sent her home.

Wednesday I had work in the morning and early afternoon. 
This time I made sure I was home before four. She showed 
up right on time again. Same spot on the couch, dinner 
for two, some TV, and back home at eight.

Thursday she was there at four, once again punctual. I 
went over to talk to Mary about her daughter, leaving 
Brenda alone.

"She's spent an entire week over at my place. Haven't 
you noticed?"

"Of course we have. It's just that she can work out her 
boyfriend problem a lot easier away from us, and your 
place is like her second home."

"How can she work it out? She doesn't say anything! All 
she does is stare at the ocean or the sky or the TV! I 
haven't had more than two words out of her all week! 
There must be something seriously wrong here."

"Richard, my daughter is hurting really bad right now. 
She is trying very hard to work out what is to her an 
extremely difficult situation. I can do nothing to help 
her, nor can her father or her sister. For the first 
time in her life she has a problem that only she can 
deal with."

"Surely to god there's something somebody can do? Maybe 
go out and have an, err, friendly chat with this 
boyfriend?"

"No, that wouldn't work either. We've talked things over 
here, and doing that would only make the situation 
worse. I really wish there was something we could do."

"So you're just going to let her live at my place until 
she's solved her problem?"

"That's your choice. It's your place, you make the 
rules. If you don't think she should be there, you can 
always tell her to leave."

Talk about unsatisfactory. No answers, no solution, no 
clues as to how to get into Brenda's head. Frustrated 
and uneasy I went back home.

Dinner for two again. If this went on, I'd need more 
provisions, and I thought about getting a better variety 
of food. Cooking for one leads to a rather 
uninteresting, almost monotonous set of staples. After 
some work and some TV, I sent her home at eight.

Friday, four o'clock, no Brenda. Five o'clock, no 
Brenda. Six o'clock, ditto. I dropped in at their place 
to socialize for a while. No Brenda. I went home again, 
watched some TV, and went to bed. I was lonely.

Saturday was a gorgeous, warm, sunny spring day. For 
some reason, it was even more perfect when I noticed 
Brenda sunning herself out in the back again, in her 
bikini. I called out a good morning, just to let her 
know I noticed. After cooking lunch for two, I went out 
shopping, leaving the back door open for her, returning 
just before suppertime to find she'd come inside, curled 
up under the quilt and fallen asleep. She looked so 
innocent, so vulnerable, and yes, so beautiful, it was 
hard to keep from picking her up just to hold her in my 
arms. I swore that if I ever met that jerk of a 
boyfriend, he would regret every moment of pain he 
caused this woman-child.

She woke up while I was cooking dinner. After eating, as 
we sat to watch TV, she snuggled up to my side, still 
under the quilt. I put my arm around her, feeling quite 
protective that evening. She felt good, even though I 
was *very* careful about where my hand was. That bikini 
left a lot of bare skin. When I went to bed, I was still 
muttering half-formed threats against that boyfriend of 
hers.

Sunday, same routine, except that after dinner Vicky 
came over for a reading session. I then realized I 
hadn't seen her all week. I guess Brenda was just too 
depressing to be around. Funny that I seemed to be 
happier with her there, even with her not saying 
anything. Yes, she curled up in my lap again, gave me a 
big sloppy kiss, and left me with another aching boner. 
I was still happy. Horny as hell, but happy.

She was over again Monday.

Tuesday I worked late, returning home at seven. Once 
again, she was out on the porch, shivering. I called her 
a bloomin' idiot and a numbskull and several other G-
rated versions of the same thing, carried her inside, 
warmed her up, fed her, and told her that no stupid 
jackass of a boyfriend was worth going through this shit 
for.

Wednesday I told her I had a date Thursday and wouldn't 
be home until late. She just looked at me for a few 
seconds, then looked away. It was impossible for me to 
miss that brief stab of pain in her eyes. Later, lying 
in bed, I tried to figure out why it hurt her to know I 
was going out on a date, and why I felt so bad about it.

Thursday. My date was okay, she was a nice lady I'd met 
in school, and we'd dated several times before. She knew 
me fairly well, and commented that I seemed distracted 
all night. I told her it was a problem at work that kept 
popping up in my mind, and I apologized for being such a 
drag. There's no way I could tell her that I was worried 
about Brenda.

Friday. No Brenda. I went over to socialize for a while, 
and found out she was on a date with some guy from her 
school. Not her boyfriend. Okay, I can handle that, 
can't I? Maybe she's trying to make her boyfriend 
jealous.

Saturday. No Brenda.

Sunday. No Brenda. I asked Mary if she was getting over 
her boyfriend problem.

"I don't think so. This is the third day in a row she's 
had a date, and each time she's been with a different 
guy. I don't know what her boyfriend did, but she's 
apparently trying to make him jealous or get even with 
him for something. I have tried to talk to her about it, 
but with no success."

"What the hell does she think she's doing? Is this 
boyfriend of hers worth it?"

"She thinks so. I'm not so sure. He's a nice enough guy, 
but in some ways he is such an idiot. I just hope he 
realizes what's happening before Brenda really gets 
hurt."

Vicky came over for a while later that afternoon, just 
to talk and get away from home. I asked her about her 
sister.

"She's mad at her boyfriend. No, she didn't say why. Her 
boyfriend? I kinda like the guy. Her dates? Jerks, all 
of them. Why? I think she's lookin' for trouble. Mom 
thinks so too. Dad's stayin' out of it, 'cause mom knows 
lots more about my sister's problem."

I don't know about Brenda's boyfriend, but she was 
certainly getting me upset. And jealous. And worried.

Monday she was there. After dinner I tried to talk to 
her, to get her to say something to me. I talked, 
begged, pleaded, yelled, and shouted. I wasted my 
breath. Exasperated and drained, I sat on the couch with 
her to watch some TV. She snuggled up to my side again 
and I put my arm around her. The world was a good place 
again.

"Brenda, I'm working late again tomorrow night. Please 
try not to be a blithering idiot again by waiting here 
for me because I don't know what time I'll be home." No 
response. We just watched the tube for a while.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Huh? What? I was watching a show when she said something 
and totally missed it. "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying 
attention. What did you say?"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Do I? My mind ran through all the ladies I'd dated for 
the last year, whether they ended up as bedmates or not.

"No, I don't have a girlfriend. I have some lady friends 
that I go out on dates with, but no steady. Why do you 
ask?"

No answer. I did get a kiss before she went home that 
night, though. It left me stiff as a board, but what the 
hell. It felt good. Her question left me wondering what 
the hell she was up to.

Tuesday I got home at eleven. No sign that Brenda had 
been there. 

Good.

Wednesday, no Brenda. I did get a call from home, one 
that meant some changes were approaching. My baby sister 
was coming out early to stay with me. We had planned on 
her coming out in late August, but now she was going to 
be here in early may. Less than two weeks. Somehow she'd 
managed to finish high school early, and wanted to spend 
the summer here rather than at home. So she'd be here a 
few months earlier than planned. That would give her 
some time to get used to the city before going to 
college, since she'd already been accepted into the same 
U. I was attending. Now, I know there's something more 
to this because of the way my sister was trying to sound 
so easy going and convincing. It was simpler to shelve 
my suspicions for later than to worm it out of her over 
the 'phone. I looked forward to seeing her again, even 
if it was because of some unvoiced problems.

Thursday. No Brenda

Friday I went over to talk to Mary before school was 
out.

"Yes, she's been out on dates for the last two days. Two 
more new boys. I don't like either one of them."

"Vicky says that her dates have all been jerks."

"That could be. I've only met a few of them, so couldn't 
comment on them all, but those few I don't like very 
much."

"Why do you let her go out then? She's going to get into 
trouble with one of them eventually."

"Brenda is trying to sort out her problems with that 
boyfriend. I think she's waiting for him to make her 
stop. I don't know if that's going to work though, 
because she's playing dangerously. If it keeps going 
like this, there will be trouble sooner rather than 
later."

"That's what I mean! One of those kids won't take no for 
an answer.

I'm sure of it. Doesn't that bother you?"

"Of course it does! She'll be losing her virginity to 
some creep rather than to someone she loves! Do you 
think I'm that stupid that I can't see what kind of 
dynamite she's playing with? If that boyfriend of hers 
doesn't smarten up soon, I'll get Will to use a baseball 
bat on him! Maybe then he'll understand what he's doing 
to my daughter!"

"That's something I've been thinking of doing myself for 
a week already. I just wish I knew who he was."

"That would only make things worse, and you know it. She 
is the only one who can really solve this problem."

"When she gets home, please send her over. I'm going to 
try and talk some sense into that thick skull of hers, 
even if she won't say a damned word to me."

She showed up at four. We had dinner, then we cuddled in 
front of the TV. After a few caresses, I tried to talk 
to her.

"Why are you going out with all these jerks?" No answer. 
"All you are going to do is get yourself into trouble. 
Nobody is worth the problems you could cause yourself." 
No response. "Please, Brenda, don't do this to yourself. 
Think of your family." Nothing. "Please. You're hurting 
your mother, your father, your sister." She just sat 
there with her eyes on the tube. "All right. For my sake 
then. I just couldn't stand the thought of you being 
hurt by one of those guys."

After talking a bit longer, still being totally ignored, 
I wound down.

It took a while but she did say something.

"All right."

Huh? An answer? A positive one yet?

"You mean you won't go out with those creeps anymore?"

"I won't go out on any more dates with those guys."

"What made you change your mind?"

No answer. No more answers for the rest of the evening. 
As she left, I kissed her for a change. She smiled. I 
still couldn't figure out what I said to change her mind 
about those creeps she was going out with. It was 
something to puzzle over.

Saturday it rained. She and Vicky were both over for 
most of the day. They both sat on the couch, reading, 
watching some TV, and staring out the window. At least 
Vicky would still talk to me, so we jawed about her 
school, the kids she knew, my work and school, her 
parents, and my family. I cooked them lunch, then 
supper. We had cocoa and popcorn in front of the TV 
later, and Brenda sat in my lap until they went home. 
One thing about having her over regularly, my beer 
consumption was way down.

Sunday was similar to Saturday, except they both went 
home for dinner. It was lonely, cooking for myself 
again.


Chapter 2

Monday she was back again. After dinner, when we were 
snuggling in front of the TV, I asked her a question 
that had been bothering me for a while. I wasn't sure I 
wanted to know the answer.

"Brenda, why are you here at my place all the time? Your 
mother says it's because you're working out a problem 
with your boyfriend. Shouldn't you be with him instead?"

She turned and looked at me with those big beautiful 
green eyes of hers. After a minute of staring, she 
kissed me, then turned back to the TV.

I admit that I can be pretty dense. Sometimes things 
that are obvious to others just pass me by. Hints may 
have to be less than subtle. I do, however, notice it 
when someone hits me with a baseball bat. That's what it 
felt like. A nice 32 ouncer right across the back of my 
skull. I was the jerk, the bastard, that horse's behind.

Just to confirm my idiocy, I had to ask.

"I'm the boyfriend everyone's been talking about, aren't 
I?"

"Yes"

A simple answer, said so calmly and so easily she could 
have been saying yes to having a soda. Like the class A-
1 jerk I am, I opened my mouth before thinking things 
through.

"Brenda, I can't be your boyfriend. I'm far too old for 
you!"

Here I am, cuddled up with her under a quilt, alone with 
her in my place for the umpteenth time, watching TV, my 
arm around her, touching and occasionally kissing, 
suddenly realizing what was going on. Like I said. 
Dense. She had an answer for that. Or rather, she had a 
question.

"Do you love me?"

I opened my mouth, ready with another quick answer, then 
shut it before I made things worse. Besides, the more I 
thought it through, the less sure I was of my answer. I 
did love her, but in what way? I had no reply to give, 
so this time I kept silent. The thing that surprised me 
was that we stayed snuggled together until it was time 
for her to go home. She never moved away from me, and I 
never moved my arm or myself away from her. We kissed 
again as she left.

Sleep only came to me early in the morning. It was 
haunted by unremembered dreams.

***

Tuesday I re-arranged my work schedule so I could talk 
with Mary in the afternoon before Brenda got home from 
school. It was a memorable conversation.

"Mary, Brenda asked me a question yesterday and I don't 
know what kind of an answer I can give her."

"Let me guess. First, you figured out who her boyfriend 
is, right?"

"I... Uh, yes."

"Then she asked you the big question. We talked about it 
last night."

"What am I supposed to say to her?"

"The truth, when you figure that out."

"Come off it. She's almost young enough to be my 
daughter. I can't be her boyfriend. There's no way it 
could ever work out."

She *was* almost young enough to be my daughter. If I'd 
been really unlucky my first time, I could have had a 
kid about twelve years old at that point.

"Let's try something different before you say something 
you'll regret. I'll ask you a few questions, and for 
each honest answer I'll give you something in return. 
These will be difficult, so think before you reply. 
Nothing you say will be repeated to anyone, either."

It wasn't what I expected. Then again, I had no idea how 
she'd react in the first place. But this?

"How old were you when you first had sex?"

Instant panic. Then the automatic reflexes kicked in. 
"Sixteen."

"Richard, I said honest answers. That means the truth. 
Otherwise leave."

Honest answers. This was important. Was I that 
transparent?

"You have to promise first that *nothing* I say here 
will ever be repeated."

"You have my solemn word."

"I was twelve. Don't ask who with, because I'll never 
tell anyone that." 

(And before you dirty-minded pervs out there get any 
ideas, no it wasn't with either of my sisters or my 
mother or my aunt.)

"The first time is supposed to be a wonderful 
experience. Did you enjoy it?"

"No. Neither one of us had the slightest idea of what to 
do, so it was messy, painful for her, upsetting to me, 
and downright scary seeing all that blood. We never ever 
tried that again, at least with each other."

"Yours was a little worse than average, but not by all 
that much. My first time was when I was eleven. He was 
eighteen, and we both loved every second of the event, 
even the brief pain when I lost my cherry."

"What sick bastard would fuck an eleven year old?"

She grabbed a beer from the fridge and put it in front 
of me.

"Here. You'll need that to wash the taste of foot from 
your mouth. It was Will, my husband."

I shut my mouth, then had a quick couple of slugs. This 
was a shock.

It was difficult to picture Will as a pedophile.

"You see, I chose him to be my first because I wanted it 
to be special. He was smart, good-looking, charming, and 
a really nice person. It took a lot of convincing on my 
part to get him to 'take advantage' of me. I don't think 
he realized back then how things would turn out. My 
mother never suspected a thing until I was seventeen and 
I picked him to be my date at the junior prom."

"So you're saying that you approve of anything that 
happens between us. Is that it?"

"I'll answer that with another question. How many of 
Brenda's classmates do you think are still virgins?"

"What's that got to do with anything!?"

"Answer the question."

"I have no idea. All? Most of them?"

"Just over half. The others have already started in on 
their sex lives, whether as a one-time thing or on a 
regular basis. By this time next year, you'd be lucky to 
find half a dozen virgins in that class. What I'm saying 
is that Brenda has made it clear that she will be active 
soon, with or without you. She chose you years ago, but 
you've been so thick-headed that you've never noticed. 
Then you drop hints about moving away. What do you think 
that's doing to her?"

Now I'm trying to picture it from her point of view, and 
I realize that I can't. She's probably spent more time 
at my place than anywhere outside of home or school. 
We've done things together that require a great deal of 
trust and faith in each other. Hell, she's been 
occasionally sharing my bed. I thought I knew her. 
Trust, yes. Faith, yes. Love?

"Mary, what is it she's looking for from me? I need to 
know."

"You have to ask her that. Once you start asking the 
right questions, she'll start talking to you again."

"How long have you been in on this conspiracy?"

"For half a year. That's when she became serious about 
you. Before that, it was just an infatuation, and we 
ignored it. Since then, Brenda, Will, and I have had 
quite a few arguments, but she has her mind made up. If 
we say no, she's made it clear that her second choice is 
either the football team or the baseball team. I 
*thought* she was joking, but she didn't smile or laugh 
when she said that. Brenda gave us a choice, and we 
would rather she have her chance with you than do 
something stupid in retaliation."

It took a few seconds for me to absorb that shock.

"Is there anything else I should know?"

"Only this. I love my daughter, and I do not want to see 
her get hurt. Make certain that you can live with your 
choices, whatever they are."

***

She was over at four, as usual. I was getting good at 
this cooking for two business, since I was getting so 
much practice. The quality of the food and the cooking 
had gone up considerably over the course of those two 
weeks.

After dinner, we cuddled again, adding in some more 
caressing and kissing, this time watching the sunset.

It was time for some honest answers, I hoped.

"Why did you choose me?"

She looked at me, looked back at the sunset, and sighed.

"You are a really nice guy. You are handsome, 
intelligent, willing to learn, and you can think. For 
me, you've always been a person, not just another adult. 
You treated me nice, paid attention to me, bought me 
things that were special just for me, and you said you'd 
never hurt me. You never have. Lots of times you could 
have taken advantage of me, teased me, sent me home for 
teasing you, or tattled when Vicky and I fought, but you 
never did. I fell in love with you. That's why I chose 
you."

All right, what was I supposed to say. She just bared 
her soul, and I didn't know if it was within me to give 
her what she wanted.

"What are you looking for from me?"

"Love. The real kind. I think you love me, but I don't 
know for sure. I guess it's 'cause you don't know 
either. I'm waiting for you to figure that out."

I guess I asked the right question. Could I handle the 
answer? It definitely needed a lot of thought. One thing 
I did notice - over the past two weeks it had changed 
from her showing up and sometimes snuggling up to me to 
*us* cuddling, caressing, and kissing. There had never 
been a full-time lady in my life (except the Aussie, but 
we both knew that would end) and sitting there, sharing 
time with Brenda, did feel awfully nice. But did I love 
her like she was the love of my life? Once again, I had 
no answer to give.

***

Wednesday, when we were cuddling, I asked one more 
question.

"Brenda, if I did leave, what would you do?"

I could feel the tension and shock roll through her 
body.

"Richard, if you left me, I would be heartbroken for a 
long time. Eventually I would get over it, of course, 
and try to find someone else. It would never be the same 
as with you, but I would probably find a man I could 
care for. He wouldn't be as good for me as you are, but 
if that's what you decide, then I have no choice."

"I haven't decided yet. I wanted to hear from you what 
might happen.

It helps to know you wouldn't do something really 
foolish."

Later that night, I tried to picture someone else 
sitting beside me on the couch, someone besides Brenda. 
Anyone else. I went through my batch of possible dates, 
the ladies in college, the ones I met overseas, even the 
girls from high school. It wasn't difficult to picture 
sitting and cuddling with most of them, but it was 
impossible to imagine sitting there and getting the same 
feelings of togetherness and belonging. Only one came 
close, and that was Nadine, the woman from Australia. Of 
course, that may have been leftover lust. She was still 
the best bedmate I'd ever had.

That didn't do much good.

***

Thursday at lunchtime I got some help making up my mind. 
It was a question I asked of one of our customers. We 
were treating them to lunch, and things had already 
moved from pleasantries through business and into 
general talk. Jerry, the customer's head guy, was going 
through his fourth divorce. I asked him if he'd ever 
found the perfect woman. 

"Once, a very long time ago, I did. She was beautiful, 
intelligent, cuddlesome, and a lot of fun to be with. I 
was young and foolish, too full of myself. There were 
lots of chicks around. I took her for granted, took too 
long to pop the question, so she found someone else. It 
was only after she left that I realized how much I loved 
her. I've been looking for someone like her for the last 
thirty years. If you have a chance like that, don't pass 
it up."

"How did you finally figure out that you loved her?"

"That's an easy question for me now. The answer simply 
came too late to help. Just picture that special person 
in your mind, in a time and place where you both were 
happy together. Now imagine spending the entire rest of 
your life without her. If you can do that with a steady 
heart, you're not in love. If the thought makes you ill, 
then you may be in love. The worse you feel, the more 
likely you love the lady. I've never been in love since, 
but I keep looking, obviously without any luck."

***

Later that evening, when Brenda and I were cuddling, I 
tried out his suggestion. It was easy to imagine us 
sitting here watching the sunset, because that's what we 
were doing. Pushing forward ten years, then twenty, I 
removed her from the picture. I took out her form, her 
smile, her eyes and hair, her unique smell, that 
fantastic ass, her voice and laugh, the arguments and 
teasing, her temper, all the books and readings, our 
kisses and cuddles, watching her in the sunshine, seeing 
her sleeping, having her run all over the place, the way 
we slept together, her face when she unwrapped a special 
present, how she made me feel when we were together like 
that, everything. Just imagining it left such a big hole 
in my heart I started to cry.

Brenda waited for me to finish, not saying a word. It 
was a quick recovery, since I could still hold and 
cuddle her. We kissed.

"Brenda, I love you. For now and for always. As long as 
you want me, I'm yours."

"It's about damned time you figured that out! I've been 
waiting a year already! Now let's kiss for real!"

So much for my idyllic romantic scene. I needed to 
adjust my imagined 'love moments', modifying them to 
match the spirit and temperament, never mind the 
impatience, of a thirteen year old girl.

There is something to be said for enthusiasm. Her 
kissing technique needed a little work, but she was good 
and would get better. It was definitely a lot of fun, 
especially when she was squirming on my lap. I hoped I 
would never regret that choice. She went home at eight, 
promising that the next day, being Friday, we'd start 
getting serious. Talk about a suggestive statement!

***

< Well? How would you have fared against this lady? Any 
better than me? Or am I the only weak-willed person on 
the planet, the only one who could have been captivated 
by this young vixen? > < Something I always wondered 
about is what would have happened if she had been less 
adamant about capturing me, or if one of those other 
dates had gotten to her first. Where would we each be 
now? Would I have found someone to love like I love her? 
Somehow I doubt it. > < First, I'll tell you about the 
great time we had on Friday. I'll save Saturday and all 
the surprises for later. >

***

Friday was very... memorable.

After my morning class and some early afternoon work, I 
dropped in to speak with Mary again. That was before 
Brenda got off school.

"So, did she tell you?"

"She didn't have to. She was lit up like a beacon and 
bouncing off the walls. The only thing she needed to say 
was "he's finally mine!". You could be in for some 
rather, ah, interesting times."

"No kidding. That's what I'm here to talk about. You 
realize, of course, now that I've said yes, what she's 
going to want?"

"Do we need to go through that again? I already 
understand what you are going through, and how my 
daughter is feeling. This is her choice. Just be good to 
her. It's all I ask."

Mary invited me to dinner Saturday, as a sort of 
celebration.

***

I decided to dress up for our first night. Shiny black 
shoes, black socks, pressed black dress pants, and a 
white dress shirt with cuffs and collar. I ignored the 
cologne, since most of my previous dates preferred a 
natural smell if we were intending to become intimate.

Dinner was sort-of catered. I went out of my way to get 
some really good Chinese take-out. It would reheat 
nicely in the oven or the microwave. There was already 
wine and beer in the 'fridge, so that wasn't a problem, 
though I doubted she had done much, if any, drinking 
before. That was in addition to the usual assortment of 
sodas.

It took forever for four o'clock to show up. Brenda 
didn't show until five. The wait was worth it.

She and her mom must have worked for hours to get her 
looking like that. Her red-blonde hair was pulled back 
into a pair of braids, one falling behind either 
shoulder. There were hints of makeup on her face, just 
enough to accent her eyes, cheeks and lips. She didn't 
need any more. On top she wore a beautiful soft white 
blouse with full sleeves and lacy neck and wrists. You 
could just see hints of the lace bra underneath, through 
the fabric. Below that was a navy blue miniskirt, just 
barely long enough to cover the tops of her stocking in 
front and back, and showing them off on the slit sides. 
Yes, she wore pale blue elastic-topped stockings. Her 
shoes were the same navy blue as the dress.

This woman-child was a magnificent sight. Her outfit 
showed off all her assets, including her long luscious 
legs, nice waist, petite breasts, and, my favorite, that 
tight, round backside. If Brenda had dressed like that 
on any of her dates in the last couple of weeks, there's 
no way those guys would have left her alone. When she 
came in, she did a slow turn, letting me get a good look 
at all sides of that beautiful creature. 

In spite of all the physical beauty, it was her eyes 
that drew me to her. They glowed, revealing an inner 
fire I couldn't resist. For a time, little existed other 
than her, all else fading into nothingness. Her look of 
love, tinged with lust, re-ignited my passions, sweeping 
aside all doubts and questions. The woman I loved was 
standing there, waiting for me, wanting me.

"... like it?" She had been speaking, but I hadn't heard 
any of it.

"You are so beautiful..." In two steps I was there, 
lifting her in an embrace so we could kiss. I think I 
may have frightened her a little, since it took some 
time before her arms finally wove themselves around my 
neck. It was the single most wonderful kiss I have ever 
experienced. The magic of the moment was simply too 
powerful to ever be repeated in my lifetime.

That intense period of rapture slowly passed, leaving 
behind a legacy of happiness, caring, and love. I came 
back to myself, regaining awareness of my surroundings. 
She was returning my kiss with a hunger I have rarely 
seen, pulling herself into me with arms and legs, almost 
painfully crushing her lips to mine, our tongues dancing 
in and out in an unchoreographed web of desire.

Did I teach her to kiss like that?

I pulled back from her for a moment. I needed to 
breathe. It was either that or pass out. Once again I 
could see into her eyes and was struck by the raw 
passion there, something I'd never seen in her before, 
something I hoped would be there forever.

"Wow! Do you kiss all the girls like that?"

I chuckled. "Only one."

"Yeah? Who?"

"You." I leaned in for another kiss, one less forceful, 
but with all the same love and desire I felt for this 
woman-child. Her lips tasted of strawberries, I noticed. 

That was something new for both of us, and it was a bit 
scary. I had no idea how much this person could affect 
me until then, and the result was frightening in its 
intensity. No person in my life had stirred up those 
emotions, whether lovers or family. For her, everything 
was new, untested and unknown. I had to bring down the 
heat a little, or I really would have scared her. It was 
tough reigning in my hormones.

***

We did eventually have dinner, curled up on the couch, 
watching the sunset again. Despite my romanticism, the 
wine was left in the fridge. Beer did go nicely with 
Chinese, though. We shared two.

After dinner, she dragged me upstairs. "I want to see 
this thing I've been sitting on for all these months." 

She was serious. As soon as we were in the room, she sat 
on the bed and told me to strip.

"I've seen everything but what's in your shorts, and I 
wanna see that thing now too. Come on, get moving."

"Impatient, aren't we." I was just as impatient as she 
was, but was also quite a bit more experienced. A little 
anticipation goes a long way, and can be quite a turn-
on. It only took me about two minutes to undress to my 
boxers, but probably seemed more like twenty to Brenda.

"Here. I'll let you unwrap your new toy."

My cock was already hard, tenting out the front of my 
shorts. She came over, looking a little tentative, 
reaching out with one of her small hands to touch the 
front of the bulge. That first contact sent shivers 
through me. She traced the outline through the fabric, 
moving it this way and that, getting an idea of the size 
and shape of it. Hooking her fingers under the elastic 
on either hip, she pulled my shorts down to my ankles in 
one motion. My cock sprang free and bounced off her chin 
on her way down.

It was intriguing, watching her examine me, eyes wide 
and glittering with excitement.

"Is this the first cock you've ever seen?"

"No, but it's the first one I've seen up close."

Interesting answer. I made a mental note to talk with 
Mary about that.

It was my turn next. I sat on the edge of the bed and 
drew her in to me, pulling her head down for a kiss. It 
was another pulse-pounding event, with her holding my 
cock with both hands.

Removing my lips from hers, I began to explore the rest 
of her with them, moving along her chin then down her 
throat. It was easy to undo her blouse and slip it over 
her shoulders. She released my shaft and dropped the 
blouse to the floor. Grabbing each other, we dove into 
another kiss, assaulting each other with lips and 
tongues.

She pulled back, breaking our kiss and embrace, leaving 
us both gasping for air. She giggled, the first time I 
ever heard that sound from her.

"I think I need to be naked now, don't you?"

I sat there and watched as she removed her bra, dropping 
it on a chair. She moved her blouse from the floor to 
that same chair. It was soon followed by her shoes, 
skirt, stockings, and panties.

Now she was nude, standing there in front of me, 
blushing, but making no move to cover up. In fact, she 
began to show off a little, turning and letting me get a 
good close look at every part of her. As much as I had 
seen with her in a bikini, this was much better. Her 
breasts were small but perfectly shaped, topped by 
quarter-sized dark pink aureole and little-girl nipples 
that were now hard and pointed. Something I immediately 
noticed was that there were no tan lines.

Looking lower, in front and behind, I saw no tan lines 
anywhere - and no hair. She must have seen the surprise 
on my face.

"We've got a very private backyard. Mom lets us skinny-
dip in the pool and get an all-over tan when nobody else 
is around. It's fun, and a bit exciting. We do it all 
the time."

"No hair, either." I was stating the obvious.

"Well, I don't have much anyway, and it's easier to 
shave it all than try and keep it trimmed for 
gymnastics. Besides, it makes me feel - *nasty*."

"I like it. May I?"

I reached out my hands for her breasts, and she moved 
into them, allowing me to touch, hold, fondle, and 
caress those tight little tanned half-orbs. Stepping in 
closer, she pulled my head down towards her chest, 
keeping her hands on my shoulders for support. How could 
I resist such an invitation? At first, I simply let my 
head rest between her mounds, getting used to the feel 
of being so close to her, still using my hands to gently 
massage those fleshy pillows, gently teasing and rubbing 
her nipples with my fingers. It was with care and 
tenderness, using lips and tongue, that I began to 
nibble and lick my way around the outsides of her 
breasts. They were warm, oh-so-soft and silky, tasting 
slightly salty from sweat.

My hands moved behind her, one caressing her shoulders, 
neck, and upper back, the other moving lower to touch 
and caress the backs of her legs and that wonderfully 
tight, round, firm ass. It felt even better than it 
looked.

Those gentle ministrations were having an effect on her. 
I could feel her body's tension and hear her occasional 
slight, almost whining, sigh of pleasure. Using both 
hands, I began a gentle caress of her entire lower body, 
starting from her lower back, over her ass and down the 
back of her legs, then up her thighs, over her hips to 
her waist, across the front of her stomach, then down 
over her mound and the fronts of her legs. When one hand 
touched her inner thigh, she spread her legs to allow me 
access to her crotch. That, I denied myself, for the 
moment. It was simply too much fun exploring the rest of 
her beautiful body.

My mouth was not idle during that time. I licked and 
nibbled each orb in turn, slowly inching closer to her 
nipples, until my tongue was circling just out of reach 
of her buds. When I opened my mouth and sucked half her 
tit into my mouth, she shuddered and groaned, pressing 
herself closer to me, spreading her knees, and starting 
a slow rocking motion with her hips. She was getting 
wound up in a hurry.

I continued to lick and suck on her nipples, pulling 
them into my mouth and flicking them with the tip of my 
tongue, nibbling at them with my lips, sometimes grazing 
them lightly with my teeth. My hands continuously 
caressed her body, coming close to but never quite 
touching her pussy. Her breathing was becoming faster 
and heavier, those squeaking sighs more frequent. There 
was now a damp heat radiating from her crotch, something 
I could feel whenever one of my hands wandered near. The 
rocking of her hips was also getting faster and more 
insistent, almost beginning to demand attention.

It was difficult to maintain a slow pace, but it was for 
her pleasure, so I did. If I pushed too fast or too 
hard, I might have scared her or hurt her, and that 
would have been unforgivable. My own needs would have to 
wait, possibly for another day. With the promise of a 
long future, it was a very small sacrifice.

Now she was completely lost within her own pre-orgasmic 
world. All thoughts and inhibitions had disappeared. I 
was in control of her body and her sensations, and I 
wanted to draw out her pleasure for a while. It would 
have been easy (and I was tempted) to jam my hand into 
her crotch and drive her into an almost immediate 
orgasm, but that would be short-changing her after that 
long, delicious build-up. No, taking my time and doing 
it right, despite the pounding of my heart and the fire 
in my belly, was the best thing right then.

Moving both hands, I used one to hold, fondle, and 
squeeze those tight ass muscles of hers, and the other I 
used to cup her pussy, all of it, from her mound to her 
ass crack. She immediately spread her legs wider and 
attempted to drive herself to orgasm by grinding her 
crotch into my palm. I let my hand be moved along with 
her hips, denying her that release. Her high-pitched 
sigh/whines were now interspersed with the odd whimper 
and moan of frustration. She wanted to cum bad, and I 
wasn't letting her.

It was easy to let my hand ride with her motions, 
leaving just enough resistance to stimulate her, but not 
nearly enough to get her off. Slowly she gave up on 
thrusting, settling in to a slight rocking of her hips. 
Her whimpers and moans changed to sighs of pleasure when 
I increased the pressure of both hands, one pushing from 
behind on her ass, the other pushing up from below and 
in front against her pussy. She was completely soaked 
between her legs, pumping out an amazing amount of 
liquid for such a young girl. It was easy to lubricate 
one finger and let it settle in between her lower lips, 
sinking it deep to lie full-length against her inner 
recesses. Her rocking motion increased in intensity, 
becoming harder and faster, but only moved a few inches 
back and forth.

I let her get herself off, rocking and swiveling her 
hips, changing position and angle to press her most 
sensitive spots against me. I helped by grinding my palm 
into her mound to stimulate her clit, and by crooking my 
finger and driving the tip into her hole.

She came with a gasp and a shudder, her entire body 
tensing and stopping all motion. I responded by 
attacking her with hands and mouth. I had never stopped 
licking and nibbling her nipples, but I went back to a 
hard sucking, tonguing, and nipping of them. My hands 
were driving fast, replacing her now absent motion with 
their own, pushing her, rubbing her clit, her slot, and 
the first inch of her vagina. With that strong, 
flexible, well-conditioned gymnast's body of hers, she 
could handle a long, drawn-out climax, and I gave it to 
her. I kept her there for a good minute or so, only 
slowing and stopping when she ran out of air. I'm not 
sure how many peaks she had, but each one was punctuated 
by another loud gasp and a firmer pull on my head with 
her arms.

To prevent her from collapsing on the floor, I stood and 
picked her up. Laying her out on the bed, I crawled on 
beside her, pulling her to me in a tight embrace. 
Shudders were still running through her from that long, 
intense set of orgasms. I pulled a blanket over us both, 
then kissed her, lightly, before settling down for some 
rest. She needed it.

***

I guess I drifted off for a bit there, because I woke up 
to a wonderful sensation on my cock. When I looked, 
Brenda was curled up between my legs, one hand slowly 
stroking my shaft, while she licked the underside with 
her tongue. Her eyes flickered up to meet mine for a 
second, acknowledging the fact that I was awake.

"I think I like my new toy. In sex-ed they always call 
it a penis.

What do you call it?"

"Well, when I think about it, I call it my cock."

"Sometimes the other girls call it funny names, ones I 
don't recognize. Can you tell me all of them?"

"<chuckle> Brenda, even I don't know all the euphemisms 
people have for a cock. There's hundreds of them. The 
one's you'll usually hear are cock, prick, dick, penis, 
shaft, rod, dirk, dagger, love tool, willie, baby-maker, 
spunk-jet, rocket - ah hell, I can't remember any more 
right now."

"Do you like what I'm doing to you?"

She was giving me a nice, leisurely hand job with a lot 
of tongue action thrown in. It was a fairly skillful 
effort too. Somehow I didn't think this was her first 
time - she was doing too good a job.

"Yes, this feels really nice. How many other boys have 
you done this to?"

"None. This is my first time. I've never touched a... 
cock... before."

"How come you're so good at it, then?"

"Well, if you promise not to tell anyone, I'll let you 
know."

I promised.

"I've been watchin' mom and dad for years. They do all 
kindsa stuff. This is one of dad's favorites. Of course, 
mom usually does this, too."

She moved forward a bit and... engulfed... my cock. 
That's the only way I can describe it. The feeling was 
incredible as her mouth closed over onto two-thirds of 
my shaft. I guess she wanted to get used to the taste or 
the feel or something, because all she did for the next 
few minutes was do a bit of sucking and lick around on 
different parts of the shaft and head. She pulled off 
and let go with an almost audible pop, and resumed her 
slow stroking.

"That doesn't taste too bad. Not like some of the girls 
said. It's kinda musky and salty, but not gross. What's 
that stuff?"

I opened my eyes again. She was staring at a drop of 
pre-cum sitting on the head of my cock.

"That's a bit of pre-cum. Didn't they teach you about 
that in your sex-ed class?"

"N-no. It's not pee, is it?"

"No, it's not. I can't pee when I'm excited like this. 
The plumbing inside gets turned off. They don't teach 
you much, do they."

"All they teach is about penises and vaginas and wombs 
and testicles and ovaries and eggs and sperm and periods 
and making babies - and lots and lots about funny 
diseases people can get. They don't say anything about 
fucking or kissing or climaxing or any of the good 
stuff. We gotta figure that out on our own."

"True. But that's all part of the fun of growing up. The 
older you get, the more you know, the more fun you 
have."

"Yeah, but I wanna have fun now, not wait until I'm old. 
Heck, mom started a long time before me, and Vicky..."

"Vicky?"

"Nah. She hasn't done anything with guys yet. She's 
still a virgin too."

So there's secrets for Vicky too. Something else to ask 
Mary about.

"It's time to play with my new toy. Now, how does mom do 
this..."

She got up on her knees and leaned over my cock. Using 
her tongue, she lapped up the few drops of pre-cum, 
rolling them around in her mouth before swallowing. With 
one motion she was again taking over half my cock in her 
mouth. This time, she started a slow bobbing motion, 
sliding up and down my shaft. The conversation had 
distracted me from what was happening, but suddenly I 
could feel myself edging a little closer to that 
ultimate peak.

I could tell she was practicing, getting used to the 
feel of my cock in her mouth, as well as its taste and 
smell. Her tongue explored every part it could reach, 
including trying to insinuate itself into the hole in 
the tip of my cock. I've had better blow jobs, but not 
for several years. The girl was incredible, 
instinctively doing all the right things. I guess 
watching a live show every once in a while helps further 
an education more than I would have thought. I knew if 
she kept it up, she'd find out first-hand what semen 
tasted like.

Brenda started trying something new. She pulled back a 
bit, tipped up her head, and slowly sank down into my 
groin. I could feel the back of her mouth, then some 
spasms as her choke reflex kicked in. Moving back a bit, 
then forward again, she sank a little farther in, 
pushing my cock deeper into her mouth. She pulled back a 
bit again, catching her breath, then tilted her head a 
bit farther and pushed down again. That time I could 
feel the head of my cock pass through into her throat. I 
could see the concentration in her face - her eyes were 
closed tight and her brow was drawn down. After pulling 
back for some more air, she pushed in again, sinking 
down until her nose was buried in my curly hairs. She'd 
done it. I could feel my cock being massaged and 
compressed every time she swallowed, and could see the 
lump in her throat where the head of my cock sat. She 
finally pulled right off, breathing hard, with a look of 
real satisfaction on her face.

All through it I could only lie there and stare at what 
she was doing, with my jaw hanging open and my eyes 
bugging out. The last time I'd been swallowed like that 
was in Puson, and that girl was an expert. I've had 
plenty of blow jobs since Puson, but never had anyone go 
right down on me. Guys, if you've ever had this done to 
you, you know exactly how I felt. It's impossible to 
describe, trying to combine the intense physical 
pleasure of a tight throat and warm mouth with the 
mental stimulation of knowing that your cock is sitting 
in the gullet of the woman in front of you, and she's 
doing it willingly. 

By the time she was done, I was gasping and shuddering, 
on the verge of climax. But, she was done, and left me 
hanging there, unaware of how close I was to blowing my 
load. She slithered up beside me and gave me a big, 
warm, smack on the lips.

"Do you think you could be happy with me? I mean, I am 
rather young, and underdeveloped, and I don't know much, 
and... and..."

"Shhh, Brenda, It's okay. C'mere."

I gave her a big hug and a kiss.

"Now listen. I love you. I love you for what you are, 
not what you aren't. You are beautiful, inside and out, 
with personality, charm, wit, intelligence, and a killer 
bod. Yes, you are young and inexperienced, but everyone 
is at one point. I want to be with you while you learn 
about life and love. As you grow older, your beauty will 
change from one form to another, but you will still be 
beautiful. I'll be happy just to be with you, as long as 
you want me. And I hope that will be for a long, long 
time."

"Richard, I love you."

That next kiss lasted for some time. It's amazing how 
much passion can be expressed by two people holding each 
other tight in a lip-lock that just won't quit. It helps 
having a lot of skin contact, and having a partner who 
can't seem to lie still. 

We lay there for a while, sneaking little kisses from 
each other, whispering about nothing in particular, 
holding and touching, just getting used to being 
intimate. I watched the lust building up in her eyes, 
until...

"Richard, would you..."

"Would I what?"

"Well, would you, like... to do me?"

"Do what?"

"Well, like, sorta like I did you, sorta?"

"You mean, lick your pussy?" I was guessing.

"Well, yeah. I see dad do it to mom all the time and she 
looks like she loves it but the girls at school say guys 
don't like it and they won't do it 'cause it's gross but 
they like it too and say it's wonderful but I don't know 
what it's like and I want to try it! Please?"

How she got all that out in one breath I'll never know.

"Well, let's see. If you think about it, it is a little 
gross. I mean, girls pee there, they have periods with 
all that blood and stuff, they get nasty infections, and 
they get really sweaty and wet in there."

"Oh."

"Of course, that's never bothered me. Eating out a girl 
is probably my third-favorite thing to do."

"Oh!"

I moved in for another kiss. If she learned to kiss like 
this from me, then she's a much better student than I am 
a teacher. Of course, I could be better than I give 
myself credit for, but I doubt it.

It took a while for me to work my way down to her pussy. 
I lingered on her neck for a bit, then paid more than 
lip service (Ha! I couldn't resist!) to her breasts and 
nipples. By the time I arrived, she was breathing 
heavily and letting out the occasional sigh. Shifting us 
around, I moved in between her legs and lifted her 
calves over my shoulders - my favorite position for a 
long, lingering session.

She was beautiful here too. No tan lines - even her 
pussy lips were tanned. No hair or stubble anywhere. 
Even as worked up as she was with her legs spread like 
that, her lips stayed tightly closed.

Using both hands, I opened her up to view her hidden 
treasures. That let loose several trickles of her juice, 
which I immediately lapped up. If her wiggling and 
groaning was any indication, she was definitely heated 
up and ready for more.

With the tip of my tongue I traced the junction of her 
inner thigh and crotch, from bottom to top, up over her 
bare mound, then down the other side. After a short 
pause to lap up some more dribbles, I circled back the 
other way, caught a few more drops, then went back 
again. When I gave her one broad stroke from hole to 
hole to pick up a little stream, I had to hold her down 
so she wouldn't throw me off the bed with her hips. She 
liked it.

I began to lick at and in her hole to clean up all those 
delicious fluids collected there. Inside, she was 
creamier than outside, and her taste was a bit thicker 
and stronger. It was hard to keep up with her flow, 
especially since I couldn't sink my tongue in all the 
way. Her hymen blocked off access about an inch deep.

So I settled into a rhythm for a while, waiting to see 
if she'd cum. Lick deep inside several times to pick up 
her thick cream. Run my tongue along the outside edge of 
her hole for a few seconds. Trace a line along the edges 
of both outer and inner lips. Dip down to tickle her 
anus. Return with two or three broad strokes from hole 
to hole. Back inside for more juice and cream.

Sometimes it was hard to keep the sequence going, 
especially when Brenda tried to buck me off the bed. She 
hadn't cum yet, but her moans and unintelligible cries 
and shouts let me know she enjoyed my attentions. I was 
pumping my tongue in and out of her hole when there was 
a sudden arching and stiffening of her entire body, 
combined with a gasp of indrawn breath. I held her down 
tightly so she couldn't throw me off, and kept licking 
up her cream. It changed from a trickle to a stream, 
letting me enjoy a real mouthful of her delicious 
juices.

She relaxed for an instant, exhaled in a big puff, then 
gasped and arched her back again, seizing up in another 
peak. Then a third. Breathing hard and fast, she rolled 
and jerked her hips at me, wanting more. So I began a 
slow tongue-tip massage of the skin around and on top of 
her tiny clit. It wasn't much bigger than the end of her 
baby finger, but it was sensitive.

As soon as she felt the tip of my tongue near her 
sensitive little button she began to hump her groin, 
looking for that extra stimulation. I lubricated two 
fingers in her juicy crack and slid them inside her, 
down to the first knuckle, and began a slow pump in and 
out of her vagina in time with my teasing tongue. 

It was time to speed things up a bit. I wanted her 
completely satiated before she was completely exhausted, 
and with all the moving around she was doing, she'd be 
pooped in no time. Pulling my fingers away for a few 
seconds, I sent some broad strokes up from anus to the 
top of her crack, both to collect up her spilling fluids 
and to lubricate her completely again. Resuming my 
finger-fucking at a faster pace, I pursed my lips around 
her clit and began to suck hard, using my tongue to run 
all around and over top of her hood and sensitive tip.

That sent her over hard again, but this time I didn't 
let up, and she stayed arched, occasionally gasping for 
air, her unseeing eyes staring at the ceiling, hands 
clutching the covers, thighs squeezing me tight, and 
vagina spasming around my fingers. Oh, this girl was 
fantastic!

I finally relented when she came down, collapsing in on 
herself and gasping for air. There was no way for me to 
know if she'd had one huge climax, or a rapid succession 
of them. All I could be sure of was that she'd really 
gotten off big time. 

Crawling up beside her again, I cradled her in my arms, 
letting her enjoy the aftermath of her release. When I 
kissed her, she responded warmly, but quickly pulled 
back for some more deep breaths. I pulled the blankets 
over us and let her drift off to sleep. I'd wake her 
later to let her dress and go home. She told me earlier 
that her mother would be waiting up for her.

< At the time, I didn't try to analyze what I was doing 
or why I was doing it. All that mattered was that I 
loved this beautiful young lady, and she loved me. >

< In case you're wondering, my 'morals' had been greatly 
adjusted by my experiences in the far east. Since I 
wasn't a regular tourist, it went without saying that 
there were many places I got to that weren't, shall we 
say, perfectly acceptable to western ideals. More than a 
few times I was propositioned by girls who were, by my 
poor estimate, no more than ten or eleven. Fifteen 
seemed to be about the median age in those areas. The 
only time I indulged, though, was in the classier 
massage parlors, where the management could guarantee me 
that the girl of choice was at least sixteen. They may 
have mislead me once or twice, but I did try to stay 
somewhat close to my parent's values. >

< Those were the girls I learned massage from. Somehow 
they had a difficult time believing that someone could 
pay full price for a girl to do *anything*, but then, 
after a brief session of lovemaking, want to learn their 
arts. Strange, but true. They certainly enjoyed my 
efforts, since theirs was the only body I had available 
to practice on. I enjoyed myself immensely. You wouldn't 
believe how many different techniques are employed in 
all the cities between Djakarta and Sapporo. I tried to 
make certain the girl was *well* satisfied before I 
left, since I usually asked for her again if I returned 
to the same place. It made for a much more enjoyable 
session the second time around. Of course, massage 
wasn't the only thing I learned from them. >

< Oh, right, sorry for rambling on there, but those were 
times I remember with a great deal of fondness and joy. 
> < Getting back to my story, it's about time I 
explained what happened the next day, Saturday. You see, 
I'd forgotten that my sister was about to move in with 
me, and I never mentioned it to anyone, so... >


Chapter 3

The first thing that happened on Saturday was that my 
sister arrived. This didn't go unnoticed. I managed to 
get her to talk about the real reason she'd come out so 
early. It was nothing like what I'd imagined... 

Somehow I managed to crawl out of bed around ten. It had 
been a long and rather sleepless night, with dreams of 
Brenda haunting me during the wee hours of the morning. 
I'd gotten her up around midnight and sent her home, 
with a great deal of protesting from her, and not much 
real conviction on my part. I wasn't used to sending my 
bedmates home to mama. 

Since the doorbell was what woke me, I wrapped up in a 
robe and went downstairs to answer it. There was my baby 
sister Caitlin. It was right about then that I 
remembered she was supposed to be here today. I hadn't 
seen her in three years, and she'd changed. Boy, had she 
changed! The last time I saw her, she was fourteen and 
just beginning to blossom, tall and gangly, knock-kneed, 
uncoordinated and tripping over everything. I knew then 
that she'd be a real beauty, because she'd inherited the 
best genes from both our mother and father.

Now, at seventeen, she'd grown from a promise to her 
full inheritance. I could still recognize her as my 
sister, but could also see her as an absolute beauty. 
Let's see, from the top. Her hair was dark, almost 
black, long and lustrous, currently pinned back into a 
ponytail. Her complexion was fair and lightly tanned, 
with natural highlights around her cheeks. Her lips were 
a light red, her eyes dark brown, large and liquid. 
She'd inherited some of our father's height and build, 
standing 5'7" in her bare feet, with a long, lean frame, 
and some of mother's assets, with generous ('C' cup) 
breasts, a narrow waist, curvy hips, a tightly packed 
and wonderfully bouncy backside, and long, slender legs. 
I learned later that she kept her figure with lots of 
swimming and aerobics. She was wearing a silk halter 
top, tied off just below her breasts (no bra), and long, 
tight jeans.

She smiled, and did a slow pirouette.

"Finished gawking yet, Rich? Are you going to invite me 
in, or stare at me all day?"

I closed my mouth, blinked a few times, took a deep 
breath, and croaked. After clearing my throat, I invited 
her in. I also dragged in her three suitcases, her 
trunk, and her duffel bag. She was travelling light.

After we exchanged greetings and hugs, I got us a couple 
of sodas and we sat on the couch to talk.

"Well?" I asked, staring pointedly at her. This had 
always worked before, since she could never match my 
gaze if she was holding a secret. Eventually she would 
just blurt it out. It worked this time, too.

"You didn't buy that story, did you?"

I never even bothered to answer. She was squirming 
around, looking everywhere but at me. I just waited. She 
eventually sighed, and stared at the floor.

"I guess if I can't tell you, then I can't tell anybody. 
Will you promise to keep this a secret?"

"Sis, I promise that whatever you tell me will remain a 
secret to everyone living in this house." I had to throw 
that in, because somehow I knew Brenda would worm all my 
secrets from me, eventually. I considered her part of 
'my' house now. Something I hadn't considered, up until 
then, was how in hell I was going to explain Brenda to 
my sister. I somehow doubted I could keep her a secret.

"Okay. You remember Gary Porter? He lived over on Dove 
street."

"Yeah, sort of. Wasn't he the tall skinny guy with the 
thick glasses?"

"That's him. You'd never recognize him now. He wears 
contacts, and he's on the football and rugby teams. He's 
filled out a lot. We were going steady for a while, then 
he made a big stink about me not giving him head on one 
date, and we broke up."

She said that so matter-of-factly, without even 
blushing, that I blushed. My baby sis talking about sex 
like this? She had changed. I continued my stare. She 
was far from finished, I could tell.

"Do you really need to know the story, Richard? It's 
really quite personal and rather embarrassing."

More embarrassing than talking about not giving head to 
her ex-boyfriend?

Now we were getting to the heart of the matter, in more 
ways than one. 

I nodded.

She sighed, and took a drink. "You remembered Gary. Do 
you remember his little sister, Angelique?"

I shrugged. It's been quite a while, and anyone much 
younger than my sister would have been ignored by me.

"Well, she's fourteen now, and she's the reason I'm out 
here now. You see, while I was dating Gary, I also got 
to know his family, including his sister Angie. She 
was... well, I uh... somehow we... Oh hell, I don't even 
know how to say it right. I kept going out with Gary 
only because it let me get close to her. I don't know 
how it happened, it just did. It's never happened to me 
before!"

Talking about sex with a boy wasn't embarrassing. 
Talking about something between her and a girl was. This 
had to be something special.

"You mean, you, and Angelique, a fourteen year old girl, 
got sort of intimate?" 

"Richard, we didn't get sort of intimate." She sighed a 
bit, staring at the floor, then continued. "We were 
full-blown lovers. For three months." She turned and 
stared at me, finally blushing. "There. It's out. You 
know."

"So, how come you're here?"

"After Gary and I broke up, it was a lot harder for 
Angie and I to find the time and privacy we needed. One 
night her father caught us, bare-ass naked in bed and 
making out. He went ballistic. He threatened to call in 
the police, our parents, the church, the school, social 
workers, everybody. He wanted me put away for life for 
'ruining' his daughter. I guess his wife was a little 
more tolerant, or maybe a little more afraid of the 
stink it would cause. She and Angie talked him into 
keeping things quiet, for their sakes, not mine, as long 
as I left town. That's why I'm here early."

It was some shock, finding out that my sister had fallen 
for another girl. And a younger one, at that. I thought 
about it for a while.

"Well? Aren't you going to yell at me too? Don't you 
think I'm a wicked and sinful girl, just like them? Say 
something!"

"Sis, if you want to fall for another girl, who am I to 
say you're wrong. It's your choice to make, not mine. 
I'm certainly not going to yell or scream or anything 
like that. Besides, regardless of who you share your bed 
with, you'll always be my baby sis."

She stared at me for a second, with her mouth hanging 
open, then jumped into my lap and gave me a big hug and 
a rather un-sisterly kiss on the lips. I hugged back, 
and my cock began to stir. Sister or not, this was a 
beautiful and well-built lady squirming around on top of 
me, and that kiss was rather suggestive. I hoped it was 
just an accident. The last thing I needed right now was 
more complications in my life.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. What, did you think I'd disown you or 
something?

You know me better than that."

"Thanks Rich. I needed to hear that. You're such a 
wonderful brother! I'm glad you don't think I'm really 
weird and perverted. It's been hard enough on me as it 
is."

"Sis, you're here with me now. You know I've always been 
there for you, and I always will be. Who else knows?"

"You, me, Angie, and her mother and father."

"Our folks don't know? Gary?"

"Nope. Nobody else. I guess that's why it's been so 
hard. I couldn't even talk to mother. It's been... a 
strain."

She was on the edge of tears, I could hear it in her 
voice and see it in the tension on her face. That was 
something we both wanted to avoid right now. Let her cry 
later, when she was more comfortable.

"Yeah," I chuckled. "My poor poor overstressed sis. So 
many troubles, so much heartache, nobody loves you. 
Nobody in the world hurts like you do, nobody else 
ever..."

"Stop that! You're teasing! Don't!"

"At least you still have a sense of humor! Come on, I'll 
show you around the place and let you get settled in. 
You even get your own bedroom, with no sharing!"

I knew that would get to her. Caitlin and Suzanna shared 
a bedroom up until I moved out permanently, five years 
ago.

"A room all my own! Why, how generous! I was expecting 
to have to share a room with you when I got here. Thank 
you."

Well, turnabout is fair play. She REALLY got me with 
that comment.

I was hard as a rock, and knew she could feel it 
underneath her. After all, she was straddling my lap. 
She kissed me again, on the lips. I resolutely kept my 
mouth shut. Gorgeous babe or not, this was my sister, 
and I was now spoken for. 

Spoken for. That was going to take some getting used to.

"C'mon, let's go have a look at this place. First, I 
want to see *my* room. Besides, I think you're getting a 
little too excited." She wiggled her bottom a bit, 
getting me even more excited.

Standing and grabbing my hand, she dragged me up the 
stairs. It wasn't until later I found out that there 
were two pairs of eyes watching us, through the french 
doors, ever since my sister arrived.

I gave Caitlin the royal tour. She liked her room, 
especially the queen sized bed and walk-in closet, but 
hated the curtains. Besides being ugly, they closed off 
that huge, deep-set window seat. It was, according to 
her, just right for curling up in and reading. Not my 
style, but okay. She also loved my back porch with its 
unimpeded view out over the pacific ocean, and the fact 
that there was a real beach only a few minutes' walk 
away.

Afterwards, I told her to make herself at home because I 
needed to have a shower and shave and stuff. I'd cook 
lunch later.

In order to give you the full story, I'm going to have 
to shift perspectives a bit. It's the only way I can 
think of to let you know what happened over at Brenda's 
that day. Especially about Vicky. Since a lot of the 
important stuff happened to other people, I'll act like 
a fly on the wall, filling you in on the important bits. 

I think I'll keep my nose out of her from now on. You 
should just be reading the story, not my idiot 
interjections. Sooo... 

"Mom, what am I going to wear!" yelled Brenda from 
upstairs in her bedroom. 

Mary, her mother, walking over to the bottom of the 
stairs, answered back "Why not wear your red blouse and 
skirt? You know, the one we got for you last fall? As 
far as I know it should still fit you, after all you're 
not developing THAT fast!"

"Aw, not that one, it makes me look like a ten year-
old!" Coming from someone who's only just turned 13, 
that sounded a little silly.

"All right dear, I give up." said her mother. "You've 
gone through everything else in your wardrobe. You can 
wear the blue blouse and skirt. I don't know what all 
the fuss is about though, after all, Richard's been over 
for dinner lots of times, and you've never made a fuss 
like this before. You'd think it was a special occasion 
or something." She laughed a bit under her breath.

"Thanks Mom! When's Richard gonna be here?"

"I haven't checked with him yet - I've been too busy 
helping you and getting everything else ready. Besides, 
you kept me up 'til 2 AM with all your chatter last 
night! I thought I deserved a chance to sleep in. I 
guess I better go ask him now."

Vicky, Brenda's kid sister, stuck her head out of the 
kitchen door and whispered at her mother. "Hey, wanna 
know a secret? I think Richard's got a girlfriend."

Mary whispered back "No, he said he doesn't have a 
girlfriend. What makes you think he does?"

"Yeah? Well, look out the window. There's a girl there 
that looks like she's moving in! She's real pretty too!"

Mary just had to look. Yes, there she was, standing 
beside a cab, and the driver was lugging some big trunk 
down to Richard's place.

"Come on, Vicky, let's go see what's going on. Now!"

The two of them made it down to Richard's back porch 
just as Richard and Caitlin were settling down on the 
couch. They hid themselves, but continued to watch.

They saw the two talking for a while, and it looked to 
be personal, because Richard blushed, then Caitlin 
blushed. They watched Caitlin jump into Richard's lap 
and give him a kiss on the mouth, then talk for a while 
longer. Mary could hardly contain herself when she saw 
that girl kiss Richard again, squirming around on his 
lap. Then, when she dragged Richard upstairs, him 
obviously aroused and wearing not much more than his 
robe, she became angry.

She cautioned Vicky to keep this a secret for now, 
because she wanted to talk to Brenda and Richard before 
deciding what to do.

Mary had the sense to know that things weren't always 
what they seemed, and wanted to wait until she had a 
chance to talk to me before deciding that I was a low-
life scumbag. That's when June came over and talked to 
Caitlin and found out that yes, she was indeed moving in 
with me. At least she still wanted to hear it from me 
before slicing Will onto me with a baseball bat. 

Yes, I know. I promise this will be the last time. I'll 
keep my two bits to myself. 

When Richard got out of the shower, Caitlin looked at 
him a bit strangely. She said there had been a visitor.

"She was an older lady, and said her name was Mary. She 
saw my suitcases and stuff and asked if I was moving in. 
It was strange. I said yes, and she got a rather hard 
look in her eyes. She told me to make sure you brought 
me over for dinner tonight, and to be there at five."

"Oh, shit." He sat down and put his head in his hands. 
It finally dawned on him how this would look to Mary and 
Brenda."

"Shit, shit, shit." That didn't make him feel any 
better.

"All right, Richard, what the hell is going on here? 
Since I'm gonna be living here, you'd better let me in 
on your dirty little secrets. Are you into older ladies 
or something?" She said that last bit with a smile and a 
twinkle in her eyes.

"Caitlin, remember how I promised to keep your secret 
within this house?"

"Yes." She said this quite guardedly, losing that 
laughing mood she'd had a few seconds ago.

"I need you to promise the same thing. This is very 
important to me."

"Richard, I trusted you with my big secret. I hope I can 
be trusted with yours. I promise not to tell anyone. 
Whatever it is, it must be pretty wicked."

He told her. It was one of the hardest things he'd ever 
done.

I guess I should let you hear my sister's little blow-
up. It's something I'd much rather forget. I really 
don't like it when my sister is mad at me. And boy was 
she mad. 

All right, all right! Quit throwing things! I'm outta 
here! 

"YOU WHAT!!!" Caitlin was pacing up and down in 
Richard's living room, glaring at him every once in a 
while to make certain he stayed properly abject.

"God almighty! I can just see it now, people asking me 
about my brother -'oh, you mean the child molester'. 
Sorry, you're right, it's statutory rape. They'll still 
put you away for ten or twenty years for god sake!"

She continued her pacing, and her tirade started again.

"And what about the girl, this thirteen year old 'woman' 
that you've taken to bed with you. Have you thought 
about what it's going to do to her for the rest of her 
life? God Richard, I thought you at least had a few 
brain cells active when you're horny!"

After a few more minutes of this, she finally burned off 
enough steam to sit down again.

"Sis, please, listen. I didn't seduce her, drag her off 
by the hair or hypnotize her or anything like that. This 
girl knew exactly what she was doing. At times, I felt 
like I was the virgin little boy being seduced by her! 
In fact, that was probably her intention from the 
beginning."

"Look, I know what I did. If it had been any other young 
girl, she would have been sent home right away with a 
swat on the backside. I don't have a taste for children, 
regardless of how this looks. Brenda is not an ordinary 
girl. She is more mature than many of the college girls 
I've met. As far as the consequences go, I have thought 
of them, both for me and for her."

"I'm not asking you to forgive me, or even to understand 
what we did. Please, just give me a little slack until 
you meet her. That's all I'm asking. Can you do that for 
your 'poor brain-dead brother'?"

Richard said that last line with such a sad, woebegone 
expression, Caitlin couldn't suppress a small grin. "All 
right, I won't turn you in to the cops right away. But 
you better be on your best behaviour from now on. No 
more funny stuff! I'll be watching you like a hawk. Do 
you understand me, Richard?"

"I believe so. But I'm not going to make any promises 
that I won't keep."

"God, you're totally incorrigible. I don't know what I'm 
gonna do with you." She gave out a long sigh. "I guess 
it's time to get ready for this dinner. You look 
terrible. You need another shower and a proper shave, 
and you look like you need a nap, too.

"True, I didn't sleep well last night. I kept dreaming 
about this perfect little lady I'd met, one who dragged 
me off to school with her so she could display me to the 
class in show and tell."

Caitlin let out a small laugh as she pictured the scene. 
"Okay Richard, I think I'll let you live, at least for 
now. You really caught me by surprise with that one. I 
thought I was the only one carrying around deep dark 
secrets. Now for the important question - how should I 
dress for this dinner. Formal? Casual? Beach? Slutty? Or 
maybe you'd prefer Little Girl?"

"None of the above. How about as 'My Grown-up Little 
Sister'?"

"I'm not sure I've got an outfit for that, but I'll try. 
Now you go jump back in the shower before you make us 
both late! I've still got to get some of these clothes 
sorted out."

Mary was now unnecessarily setting the stage for some 
serious waterworks. 

Ouch, that hurt! I can tell, you're peeved. I know when 
I'm not wanted any more. You'll miss me when I'm gone. 

When Mary walked back into her house, she tried to bring 
back some of the bright and cheerful mood she'd had only 
a few minutes ago. It didn't do much good. 'I'm just 
going to have to give Brenda some warning, that's all.' 
Mary thought to herself. 'But not yet. Let her have a 
few more hours of bliss first. I just hope I'll be able 
to keep up a facade that long.'

Will noticed the change as soon as she walked into the 
kitchen. Walking up to her, he wrapped both his arms 
around her and pulled her into his chest. "What's wrong, 
honey?"

"I'm not really sure." There was a slight quaver in her 
voice that told him she was deep-down upset. She was not 
telling him the full truth, that was obvious. 

It definitely had something to do with her short trip to 
Richard's, and very likely involved Brenda as well. An 
ugly picture started to form in the back of his mind, 
and wouldn't go away.

"Come on dear, give me a hand please. I'd like to get an 
early start on dinner." She slid out of his arms and 
started puttering around the kitchen. "I think this 
should be an interesting evening. Oh, and before I 
forget, we'll need an extra place setting. Richard will 
be bringing someone else with him."

***

Around 4:30, Mary knew she couldn't put off talking with 
Brenda any longer. Her daughter had been breezing around 
the entire house, apparently floating around on her own 
little cloud. Even the taunts of her younger sister, 
which normally would earn some smart comebacks, were 
ignored. Asking Will to watch things in the kitchen, she 
went upstairs to her daughter's bedroom.

"Brenda? Brenda darling, could I talk to you for a 
minute please?"

"Sure mom. How do I look?"

This was the first time today Mary actually looked at 
Brenda wearing her blue outfit. When her dad bought it 
for her, just after her last birthday, he said it was 
for her next 'special occasion'. He was thinking she 
would wear it out to a party or some other function that 
young girls attached so much importance to. When Brenda 
modeled the outfit for her parents and her sister that 
night, it certainly didn't look much like it did today.

The blouse and skirt were both blue, a muted, medium 
shade rather than something really dark or really 
flashy, but the fabric itself seemed to have a lustre 
coming from deep inside, as though there was a bright 
light shining through it from behind. The blouse was 
made from a lighter material than the skirt, but both 
had the same color and sheen. Neither had any visible 
print or pattern to them.

The blouse buttoned down the front, and was supposed to 
tuck into the skirt. Brenda had done something to the 
bottom edge, though, because it ended right at the top 
of the skirt. When she moved, little bits of her back, 
sides, and tummy peeked out between the blouse and the 
top of the skirt. It didn't lay flat on top of her 
breasts. It puffed over and around them, suggesting the 
content and shape of her breasts, but not fully 
revealing them.

A tiny red porcelain rose had been attached to the 
collar, just under the left side of her jaw. A hint of 
puff was there on each of the short sleeves, rounding 
the shoulders and softening the arm line, making the 
blouse look far more feminine than it normally would 
have.

In addition, on the front of the blouse, the seams along 
the buttons and the button holes had somehow been 
'scalloped', making sure that the two edges wouldn't lie 
flat together. There would always be a few small 
peepholes for someone to look through. Every once in a 
while, as she moved, you could see a tiny bit of the 
white lacy bra she was wearing underneath.

The skirt had also been subtly altered. It was now 
sporting a short slit up the left thigh that definitely 
wasn't there before. The bottom edge of the skirt 
fluttered and danced every time she moved, hinting that 
more could be revealed at any time.

On her legs Brenda was wearing pale blue stockings that 
disappeared up under the skirt. Through the new slit, 
though, you could occasionally see the top of one 
stocking and the tiny white bow there. Her low-heel 
shoes were also pale blue, and her nails were done in a 
light pink. Instead of the usual loose hair or pigtails, 
her hair had been pulled back and done up into some sort 
of complex french braid, intertwined with a bright blue 
ribbon. Her ears sported tiny sparkling blue gemstone 
earrings.

"Vicky did my hair, " Brenda smiled a little mischievous 
grin, "in between her bratty spells."

Mary looked very closely at her daughter as Brenda 
turned and pranced in front of her. This was the type of 
innocent beauty that women all over the world paid vast 
sums of money to try and achieve, and rarely succeeded. 
The blue ribbon showed off her strawberry blonde hair to 
perfection, the muted blue of the blouse somehow brought 
out the colours of her pink-red lips and glowing green 
eyes, and the slit skirt and stockings formed to her 
legs and bottom perfectly, making them look far more 
sexy than if she were naked.

"Come on mom, how do I look!?"

"Well dear, you look absolutely devastating. I pity any 
man or boy who sees you dressed like that. You'd have 
them reduced to gibbering simpletons in seconds."

"D'you think Richard will like it too?"

Mary gave a bit of a sigh, and sat down on the edge of 
Brenda's bed. "Please dear, come over here and sit down 
beside me. That's what I came here to talk to you about. 
You see, men don't always mean what they say when 
they're talking with a pretty girl. Their hormones do 
strange things to their brains, sometimes making it 
impossible for them to think clearly or logically. Yes, 
I know we talked about this last night, that you've 
finally gotten Richard, but he may not see that yet. He 
may still see you as a child, rather than as a woman."

"No mom, Richard and I talked about this several times. 
He does love me."

"Dear, I'm not saying that isn't true. All I'm trying to 
say is that you shouldn't look at him as yours quite 
yet. There may be facets of himself or his life that 
he's never revealed to any of us."

Suddenly, Vicky stepped in from the doorway. She'd been 
secretly listening in on the conversation. "Wanna know a 
secret? Richard's already got a girlfriend." She tried 
to hide her grin behind her hand, really having fun with 
this.

Brenda suddenly became very quiet and very serious. 
"Vicky, how do you know Richard has a girlfriend?"

Vicky, looking to her mother then back at Brenda, 
suddenly stopped grinning. She saw that her sister and 
mother were very serious, not taking this as teasing or 
joking, and it no longer seemed funny.

"I saw her. She got out of a cab with a whole lot of 
suitcases and stuff, and the driver carried the stuff 
down the walkway to Richard's house. Then she went down 
there too. Me and mom saw her and Richard kissing in his 
place."

Brenda's stomach was starting to tie itself into knots. 
"Mom?"

"Yes dear, we did see them. She is moving in over there, 
but no, I didn't find out anything about her. I told her 
to make sure Richard brought her to dinner with him, so 
we should be able to find out what's going on real soon. 
Okay?"

When she didn't get any response, Mary tried again. "I 
said Okay?"

This time, she got a mumbled uh-huh and a little bit of 
head nodding. That would have to do.

"All right, it's getting close to dinner time. You two 
wash up, then meet me in the living room to greet our 
guests. Shoo!" She ushered them out of the bedroom and 
down the hall to the bathroom. Mary then turned and went 
downstairs to the kitchen to get a much-needed hug from 
her husband.

***

A while later, Richard and Caitlin were dressed and 
ready to go.

They both had opted for a simple look, rather than 
overdressing.

Richard wore a white patterned dress shirt, open at the 
neck, a pair of black dress pants, and black shoes. This 
showed off his strong shoulders, broad chest, flat 
stomach and tight buns to perfection.

Caitlin had also decided to go with a simple black 
theme. Black pumps, grey/black nylons, black panties and 
bra, and a mid-thigh-length black evening dress. Silver 
earrings and a hint of makeup finished off the look.

Richard, taking a good long eyeful, finally realized 
just how grown up and good looking his baby sister was 
now. Three extra years had done a lot for her. Her 
breasts and hips had filled out a little, her stomach 
was a bit flatter, and her ass looked absolutely 
gorgeous. The dress was not tight, but followed all the 
curves nicely. It showed off her firm, trim young body 
beautifully. His cock also noticed, and he started 
getting hard again.

"Caitlin, you look absolutely gorgeous."

"Thanks. You're not a bad hunk yourself, you know. But 
you'd better watch that thing," glancing at the bulge in 
his crotch, "that's what's getting you into trouble, 
remember?"

Caitlin opened the door and started heading outside. 
Looking at him over her shoulder, and giving him a 
little wink, she added "You know, if you weren't my big 
brother, I'd probably make a pass at you."

"Same goes for me, sis. Now, let's go see what kind of 
trouble I'm in."

Just before they got to Mary and Will's front door, 
Caitlin whispered in Richard's ear. "I'm getting a 
little scared, how about you?"

"Actually, Caitlin, I'm almost over that now. Being 
scared stiff all day has sort of made me a little numb."

When Richard knocked on the door, Caitlin grabbed his 
arm and hung on to it for (her) moral support.

***

Up in her room, watching out her window, Vicky saw 
Richard and the same girl she'd seen earlier step out 
from his walkway and head toward their place. Running 
down the stairs, she shouted out "Here he comes, and 
he's bringing that girl with him!"

"All right, everybody into the living room. Lets greet 
our guests properly." Mary started ushering Will and 
Brenda out of the kitchen in the right direction.

When they heard the knock on the door, Will was right 
there to open it. "Hello Richard. Won't you two please 
come in?"

As Richard and Caitlin started to step in, Brenda 
couldn't help staring. There was HER Richard, walking 
into HER house, with an absolutely gorgeous lady hanging 
onto his arm, less than 48 hours after promising himself 
to her forever. After what her mother and sister told 
her just a few minutes ago, it was just a bit too much. 
The emotions that had been keeping her high since 
yesterday suddenly slammed her down. With a long wail, 
she burst into tears and ran upstairs into her bedroom, 
slamming the door behind her.

This caught everyone by surprise. Will started heading 
toward the stairs, but Mary's hand on his arm stopped 
him.

"No dear, leave her alone for a while. Please."

Turning back to the door and giving Richard a hard look, 
Mary finally asked "Well, Richard? Aren't you going to 
come in and introduce us to this lovely lady?"

Richard's eyes were glued to the top of the stairs where 
Brenda disappeared, and he only half-heard her question. 
She noticed this, realizing that regardless of how 
things looked, he did care for her little girl. 

Mentally pulling himself back together, he stepped into 
the living room, Caitlin still hanging onto his arm, and 
closed the door.

"Caitlin, these are my neighbours, Mary Dawes, her 
husband Will, their younger daughter Vicky, and the one 
that disappeared upstairs is their older daughter 
Brenda. Mary, Will, Vicky, this is my baby sister, 
Caitlin."

Everything in the room seemed to freeze for a few 
seconds. Will simply stood there with a look of concern 
and confusion on his face, glancing back and forth 
between Richard, Caitlin and his wife. Mary still hadn't 
told him what was going on. He now had some very strong 
suspicions, but she had asked him to let her take the 
lead in this, so he didn't say anything.

Vicky's jaw hung open, and she couldn't stop staring at 
Caitlin. Caitlin felt this and looked at Vicky, seeing a 
hint of lust in the little girl's eyes. She blushed, not 
really knowing why, and looked away.

Mary, when what Richard said sank in, felt a sudden 
release of the tension that had been gripping her for 
hours. With a small sigh, her knees suddenly let go and 
she sat down on the couch. 'Whew' she thought. 'That 
explains a few things. Glad I kept my mouth shut over 
there.' Aloud, breaking the silence, "So, this is your 
baby sister? You never mentioned anything about her 
coming out for a visit."

"Actually," Richard replied, "it was a bit of a shock to 
me as well. I'd forgotten all about her call a couple of 
weeks ago, what with all that was going on around here, 
and she surprised me this morning."

"Yeah. You should have seen the look on your face when 
you opened the door and saw me standing there. I wish I 
had a picture of that! It was priceless! Actually, we'd 
planned on me coming out here in the fall to go to 
school, but I decided I'd rather spend the summer here 
on the beach than back home. I think it'll be a lot more 
fun!"

Mary's mind was churning furiously, trying to sort out 
her thoughts, and figuring out what she should do to get 
things straightened out. She decided.

"Will, why don't you take Vicky and Caitlin into the 
kitchen and get them something to drink. You can check 
on dinner while you're there. I'd like to chat with 
Richard for a few minutes."

Will looked questioningly at his wife. "Ok, but what 
about..." glancing up the stairs.

"I think Brenda should be left alone for a little while. 
It'll be better this way."

With that, her husband ushered Vicky and Caitlin off 
toward the kitchen, making certain he closed the door 
behind him. This gave his wife the privacy that she had 
hinted at needing for her chat. He didn't know what was 
happening, but if Richard was in any way hurting his 
daughter, he'd rip the bastard apart with his bare 
hands.

***

Richard sat on the opposite end of the couch from Mary, 
and simply waited. The reactions of Mary and Brenda had 
gotten him very confused. When he'd seen the look of 
pain in Brenda's eyes just before she ran upstairs, it 
had surprised and deeply hurt him.

"Richard, I'd like to start by apologizing to you."

"Huh?" Talk about a brilliant response.

"When I went over to your place to tell you when to come 
for dinner, I got hit with a rather nasty shock. After 
what Brenda said happened yesterday, I suddenly find a 
beautiful young lady moving in with you. I jumped to the 
obvious conclusion that you'd lied to Brenda and had a 
girlfriend moving in. I'm sorry."

Richard sat there for a few seconds, letting this soak 
in. Mary didn't seem to be upset about what he and her 
daughter had done. Even stranger, she was apologizing to 
him for doubting him. It took a few seconds for this to 
register properly.

Clearing his throat before saying anything, Richard 
paused for a few more seconds to consider his words. "I 
don't think there's much to apologize for. Looking at it 
like that, I'm not sure I wouldn't have thought the same 
thing. I didn't have any time to consider other people's 
reactions to my sister moving in, since it was such a 
surprise."

"Well anyway, Richard, that's what's wrong with Brenda. 
She thinks you lied to her. When we're finished our 
talk, I think you'd better go up and see her. I think 
she needs you."

"One thing I do need to know is how you feel about my 
daughter."

"Actually, Mary, I love her." That was it. He'd managed 
to say it.

She actually smiled a bit!

"Okay, so how do you feel about what happened last 
night?" She was not going to let him have time to think 
about it. She wanted an honest answer, not a 'correct' 
one.

"I'm not sorry that it happened, if that's what you're 
asking. It's the consequences that have been haunting my 
mind all day."

"Were you speaking the truth in everything you told 
her?"

"Every word. I don't think I could lie to her even if I 
wanted to."

"Good. No, I'm not upset about what happened. We've 
discussed this before. As long as you don't hurt my 
daughter, my husband and I will trust the two of you 
together." With that, Mary gave Richard another little 
smile. "She's really much more mature than you would 
believe for a person of her age. Actually, I'm kind of 
happy with her choice. She could have done much worse. 
The age difference is a problem, but we can talk about 
that another time."

Richard sat there for a few more seconds, feeling a bit 
stunned, having a hard time absorbing all this. Not only 
was Mary not mad at him, but she seemed to approve of 
what Brenda and he had done! It was one thing for them 
to talk about it before the fact, but now, after what 
the two of them had done last night, it seemed very odd 
to hear Mary's acceptance.

"Mary, Brenda is only thirteen. Don't you think that's 
just a little too young for making decisions like this? 
And me, I'm almost twice her age!" He could hardly 
believe that he was arguing against Mary letting Brenda 
and him continue on. This had to be brought up again, 
though, for his own peace of mind.

"That's true, Richard, and it will be a problem for 
quite some time. As for Brenda choosing at thirteen, 
that's not all that young for our family. Remember, I 
chose Will when I was eleven. I haven't told you this 
yet, but my mother was married at fifteen, and my sister 
picked out her future husband when she was fourteen."

"I know exactly how Brenda feels, because all the women 
in my family, except Vicky, have been through the same 
thing. I will not be the one to break her heart by 
standing in her way."

"What I do want to know now is exactly how you feel 
about all this, and whether or not you think you can 
handle it. If you can't handle it, or you aren't willing 
to go through with this for the long term, now is the 
time to break it off, before things go too far. I'll 
give you a couple of minutes to think it over."

With that, Mary got up and went into the kitchen. Things 
were fairly quiet in there, with Will and Caitlin 
involved in polite conversation, and Vicky listening to 
them, watching the other girl intently. They both became 
silent as she walked in. Will looked at her 
questioningly, and she answered back with a slight shake 
of her head.

After helping herself to a glass of water, she did a 
quick check on dinner, more out of a need to do 
something with her hands than anything else. Everything 
was doing fine. Will and Caitlin resumed their 
conversation when it became apparent that Mary wasn't 
going to say anything, and wasn't really paying any 
attention to them. After a very long couple of minutes, 
Mary went out to the living room and sat back down on 
the couch.

Richard waited for Mary to get comfortable before he 
started, speaking slowly and carefully. "Mary, I said 
that I love Brenda. I do. I want to make her happy. I 
will be hers for as long as she wants me. I don't know 
what kind of person this makes me, but I have fallen 
completely in love with your daughter."

"Good. I'm glad you spoke from your heart, rather than 
trying to do the right thing. You'd better go up and see 
her. Right now she probably wishes she were dead, and 
maybe you too. She needs you."

"Mary, before I go, I better warn you that I told my 
sister everything. She's a little freaked right now, and 
I'm surprised that she actually came over."

"It sounds like your sister cares about you. I'll talk 
with her as well."

Mary stood up and pulled Richard up after her. Shooing 
him off toward the stairs, she told him that he'd better 
go upstairs and see to his lady.

Giving out a long sigh, really happy with the way her 
chat with Richard turned out, Mary mentally braced 
herself for her next talk, one that she knew she 
couldn't put off. Stepping into the kitchen, receiving 
the same questioning glance from her husband, and giving 
him the same slight negative, she asked Caitlin to come 
into the living room for a couple of minutes. Will gave 
his wife a short, very intense questioning look. Mary 
stepped out into the living room, preceding Caitlin, 
without giving him any kind of reply.

Will turned to his youngest daughter, being the only 
other person left in the kitchen. "Well Vicky? Do you 
know anything about this, or are you just as much in the 
dark as I am?" Vicky just sat there and shrugged her 
shoulders, afraid to tell him what she thought she knew. 
She just stared at her drink, fighting her feelings, and 
wondering why her thoughts kept returning to the memory 
of how Caitlin looked when she stood in the doorway.

Out in the living room, after sitting down on the couch, 
Caitlin looked around for her brother, and, not seeing 
him, asked Mary where he had gone.

"He's gone upstairs to talk with Brenda. It will be 
quite a relief for her to learn that you're Richard's 
sister." Caitlin looked at Mary, looking slightly 
confused. "By the way, he also told me that he's talked 
with you about what he and Brenda did last night."

A few seconds later, Caitlin found her voice again, and 
asked in a very quiet voice "You know what happened, and 
you still let Richard go up to her? In her bedroom? Him, 
alone, with your daughter?"

"Yes. Right now Brenda needs him. I doubt anything would 
happen up there anyway. She prefers doing things on her 
own terms. When Brenda told me that she'd gotten 
Richard, I was quite surprised. I simply wasn't 
expecting it to happen this soon. I do know how Brenda 
feels though, I felt the same way the moment I first 
laid eyes on my future husband. Of course, I was a lot 
younger - all of ten at the time. Will still doesn't 
know about all the things I did to make certain he would 
be mine."

"Are you telling me that you expect Richard and your 
daughter to continue this relationship? I mean, they 
were having sex!" Caitlin was becoming more and more 
confused.

"If Brenda has anything to say about it, their 
relationship will continue and grow, with all that 
implies. She's told me that she is completely in love 
with Richard, and Richard has told both her and me that 
he loves her." She looked hard at Caitlin. "If anything 
were to pull them apart, it would break Brenda's heart, 
and probably Richard's as well. I'm not about to let 
that happen. I care too much about them both. I'm not 
certain how you feel about Richard, but separating them 
would hurt them both terribly. I truly hope that you can 
understand this, and at least wait for a while before 
doing anything rash." 

Caitlin took a few deep breaths to steady her nerves 
before replying. "This has been a bit of a shock to me, 
coming out here and finding that my brother is now 
involved with a thirteen year old girl. I don't know 
what to think. No, I'm not going to do anything drastic 
like calling the police. I don't think I can approve of 
this the same way you seem to, but I won't stop it. I 
just hope this doesn't end in disaster. I've had enough 
of that already."

Mary, surprised at the strength of feeling she heard in 
that last sentence, decided not to follow up on it. 
Maybe later. "Okay, I'll accept that." They both got up 
and headed for the kitchen. "Now, I think I'd better put 
my husband out of his misery. He's probably guessed 
what's going on, but he's agreed to let me handle things 
my way for now."

"You mean he doesn't know about this? Oh my god."

"It'll be ok. Just be quiet and let me handle things." 
Her talk with Caitlin had gone far more smoothly and 
quickly than Mary had expected. Things were looking much 
better.

They both walked into the kitchen. Vicky was sitting at 
the table sipping on her drink and Will was fiddling 
around with the food on the stove. He turned around when 
they came in and looked at his wife. She looked a lot 
better now than she had a while ago - most of the 
tension was gone, and she had an almost smug look on her 
face. Apparently, things were working out according to 
her plans. He just wished he knew what they were.

"So, is dinner ready yet, honey?"

"It's been ready for a few minutes. Now all we need are 
enough people in the kitchen to make it worth sitting 
down to eat."

"Okay, thanks dear. Vicky, do you think you could help 
Caitlin set the table and get dinner served up? Your 
father and I need a few minutes alone. Thanks dear, I 
knew you wouldn't mind. Come on honey." Mary turned and 
walked back into the living room without waiting for 
anybody else to say anything. Will just looked at Vicky 
and Caitlin with a raised eyebrow and followed his wife 
out the door.

***

They sat on the couch facing each other, while Mary 
explained everything that had happened, and what she 
expected to happen. Will sat quietly through the whole 
thing, not interrupting, not saying anything. When she 
was done, she sat silently, waiting for his response. It 
wasn't quite what she'd expected.

Will leaned over and gave her a kiss, then said "OK 
honey, I'll trust you on this. I remember a bit of what 
you went through. But if anything goes wrong, there'll 
be hell to pay." He gave a bit of a chuckle. "So, she 
got to him already. We seem to be a very passionate 
family, don't we?"

This last sentence was a little confusing to Mary. It 
was a little out of character for her husband. She 
decided to ignore it for now.


Chapter 4

Richard walked upstairs into Brenda's room and closed 
the door behind him. He saw her lying on the bed, curled 
up on her side, facing the wall. Her whole body was 
shaking with quiet sobs.

"Brenda?" 

There was no response.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he reached over to 
caress her shoulder. She pulled away a little the first 
time he touched her, but stayed still when he put his 
hand on her shoulder again. All he heard was a very 
muffled "go away".

"Brenda, please listen to me. If you still want me to go 
away when I'm finished, I will. I promise."

"Remember what I said the other night? I told you that I 
loved you, and that I would be there for you as long as 
you wanted me. I meant it then, and I mean it now. I do 
love you. I want to be with you and make you happy. I 
never realized until then how much I do love you. When I 
saw you downstairs, the look you gave me, filled with 
all that pain, almost tore me apart. Brenda, I am yours 
until you tell me you don't want me anymore. But it 
looks like it's going to take you a while before you 
really believe me."

"Your mother and I had a talk before I came up here, so 
I'm feeling a lot better about us, and so is she. She 
told me what's wrong. I'm sorry I hurt you, but I forgot 
that Caitlin was coming. No, she isn't my girlfriend or 
lover or mistress or anything like that. She's my 
sister. Now, if you still want me to go away, I will."

He felt her sobbing slowly stop. In a tiny little voice 
he heard her ask "Your sister?"

"Yes, my sister."

Brenda half-turned and looked at him, eyes cloudy with 
tears, face flushed, with streaks all down her cheeks. 
That look of hurt was still in her eyes, but there was 
also a spark of hope. "Is she really your sister?"

Staring deep into those big green eyes, Richard found it 
hard to speak. He wanted to take her into his arms, to 
hug and cuddle her, to kiss away all the pain he saw. 
But he knew that he had to be very gentle with her right 
now, and let her come to him. "Yes, Tinkerbelle, she 
really is. Caitlin is my baby sister. You are the only 
love I have."

Brenda then rolled over, climbed onto Richard's lap, 
wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and started 
crying into his shoulder. He knew that at that moment, 
she was definitely still a little girl. Richard just 
held her close, hugging her to him, whispering sweet 
soothing sounds into her ear.

A little while later, when the sobbing had stopped, he 
heard her quiet voice in his ear. "Do you really love 
me?"

"Yes, Tinkerbelle, I really and truly do love you with 
all my heart."

"Good, 'cause I love you too. Don't you ever do this to 
me again." With that, she shifted around until she was 
looking into his eyes, then gave him the softest, most 
sensual kiss he'd ever had in his life.

A short eternity later, there was a knock at the door. 
Mary stuck her head into the room and said that dinner 
was ready, so if they were both ok, they'd better get 
cleaned up and down to the kitchen. She then closed the 
door, leaving the two of them alone again.

"Well, Tinkerbelle," Richard whispered, breaking their 
kiss. "Do you feel ok now?"

"Uh huh" was her only reply, as she gave him a short, 
intense kiss.

"Right," Richard said, trying to catch his breath. 
"Let's go get cleaned up for dinner. I think my sister 
wants to meet you."

Brenda got up to head for the bathroom, letting Richard 
have his first good look at her since he arrived. "Whew. 
Brenda, who did you get all dressed up for?"

She looked at him and smiled a bit. "You, silly. Do you 
like it?" 

She stood away from him and gave a little spin.

He couldn't help it. He was getting hard just looking at 
her. "Well, that's just about the hottest and sexiest 
outfit I've ever seen. I love it."

"Yeah, I see you do like it." Brenda reached over and 
ran her hand down the front of his pants, following the 
outline of his hardening cock. A smile teased at the 
corners of her mouth. "At least, part of you does."

"Come on, you little tease, let's get cleaned up before 
things get out of hand. Or in your case, before 
something gets into your hands." They both laughed a bit 
at that bad joke, and headed for the bathroom.

***

Downstairs in the kitchen dinner was being served up. 
When Mary came down after checking in on Brenda and 
Richard, she said she wasn't sure how much longer they 
would be, so everyone might as well get started. She'd 
been right earlier, it had been an interesting evening. 
There was no way she could have seen how much more 
interesting it would get.

A few minutes later, Richard and Brenda walked in. 
Brenda's arms were wrapped around Richard's chest, and 
his arm was around her shoulders.

"It looks like you're feeling a little better Brenda," 
Mary said, breaking the sudden silence.

"Yeah, mom. I feel a lot better now. Maybe even a little 
bit hungry."

Mary cleared her throat, then nodded toward Caitlin.

"Oh, sorry Sis. Caitlin, this is my friend Brenda. 
Brenda, this is my baby sister Caitlin."

"Hi Caitlin"

"Uh, hi, Brenda." Caitlin hadn't taken her eyes off 
Brenda since she walked into the room. She looked hot, 
devastatingly so, and very sensuous and tender. The 
crying had reddened and moistened her lips, and given 
her eyes a luminous quality. The outfit she was wearing 
enhanced her curves and bumps in all the right places.

Caitlin couldn't believe it. Brenda was turning HER on! 
She could feel her nipples hardening and her pussy 
getting moist. She could finally see how her brother 
gotten into such a situation. It would be hard to say no 
to anything that girl wanted.

Vicky watched Caitlin carefully, with a strange look in 
her eyes as she did. Will was the only one who noticed, 
and he said nothing. Vicky felt someone watching her, 
turned, and looked straight into her father's eyes. He 
winked, gave her a lazy smile, and turned away. An 
almost predatory grin ran across the girl's face, 
quickly replaced by one of youthful innocence.

When dinner was finally done, Mary disappeared with 
Vicky for a few minutes to have a talk with her about 
Richard and Brenda. When they got back, Vicky had a big 
grin on her face, and a very mischievous look in her 
eyes. 

After cleaning up, they spent the rest of the evening in 
the living room talking about unimportant matters. Will 
brought out a big bottle of wine, a nice cool dry white 
that left a pleasant after taste, and everybody had 
some. Even the two girls were treated to a glass. Almost 
everyone was on edge, feeling a little nervous about 
what was happening, but the wine helped them to relax a 
little. Neither Brenda nor Vicky seemed to notice any of 
the tension.

Brenda spent the entire evening holding on to Richard, 
determined to 'punish' him for what he'd put her 
through, however unintentionally. She was sitting in his 
lap, positioned so that she could rub his cock with her 
ass or thigh without anyone noticing. Every time he 
shifted position to get some relief for his almost 
painful erection, Brenda wriggled around to 'get 
comfortable' and get a better position over his cock. 
What made it worse for Richard, she was also making 
sneak attacks with her lips whenever he wasn't looking. 
She seemed to be mainly targeting his ears and throat, 
but anything within reach was apparently fair game. He 
didn't know if it was supposed to be heaven or hell, but 
he certainly wasn't going to complain!

Caitlin did see what Brenda was doing to her brother, 
and almost felt sorry for him. She could just about feel 
the waves of pleasure/frustration surrounding him. 
"Well," she thought, "it's his choice, so he'll just 
have to live with the consequences." The problem was, 
watching them was getting her hotter and hotter. Her 
panties were already soaked through, and her nipples 
were so hard they almost hurt. Of course, a lot of that 
was Vicky's fault.

Vicky spent most of the evening playing around, joining 
in the conversation when it seemed interesting, and 
climbing onto various laps looking for hugs and kisses. 
Her mother thought that was only natural, since her 
usual playmate, Brenda, had a new toy to play with and 
wasn't going to share with her sister. It did seem a 
little funny though - as it got later, Vicky was 
climbing up into Caitlin's lap more and more often, and 
staying there for longer periods of time. She made a 
mental note to find out what that was all about later.

It took a while, but Caitlin finally figured out what 
was happening to her. That little minx Vicky was doing 
to her exactly what Brenda was doing to Richard. Every 
time Vicky climbed into Caitlin's lap, she would 
'accidentally' slide a leg or a thigh against Caitlin's 
crotch, or her hand would touch Caitlin's nipple and 
caress her breast while seeming to just reach around for 
a hug. The entire situation just seemed unreal to 
Caitlin, almost like a dream.

Mary went off to the kitchen to get herself some soda. 
She'd had enough wine, and didn't want to get light-
headed. Will followed her, leaving the others alone for 
a few minutes.

Grabbing his wife, giving her a hug and a kiss, he 
whispered in her ear. "Quite the pair of young lovers 
we've raised, aren't they?"

"Yes, they sure look like they're having f... Huh? Run 
that by me again?"

"Our kids are quite the pair of young lovers. I think 
that's what I said."

"What are you talking about? Brenda's in there with 
Richard, and unless you're referring to him as a son 
already, I haven't the slightest idea what you mean."

"I was talking about our daughters. Brenda's going after 
Richard with a vengeance, and Vicky's got Caitlin so 
worked up she doesn't know if she's coming or going. I 
thought you'd notice. She's certainly not been hiding it 
much."

"What are you talking about? Since when is Vicky 
interested in sex? What the hell is she doing out 
there?" Will's face went from happy to mildly puzzled, 
paused at a few other expressions, and finally settled 
on worried and upset.

"You mean Vicky's never told you?"

"Told me what?" Mary was looking upset, her voice 
getting a little higher and more strident, but still 
trying to keep the volume down to a whisper.

"Better have a seat, Mary. I think *we* will have a long 
talk with Vicky about this soon. In the meantime, I'd 
better fill you in on a few details you've missed about 
our daughter's private life."

"I don't know how to put this, so I'll just be blunt. 
Vicky is both sexually active and experienced. At least 
with women."

Mary sat there and stared at her husband. With the other 
surprises she'd had in the last two days, absorbing a 
bombshell like that was going to take some time.

"Vicky told me you knew all about what happened. 
Apparently she lied to me."

"You mean to tell me that my innocent little baby has 
already had sex? Will, she's only eleven! And I *know* 
she's still a virgin! How the hell could you let 
something like that go on and not even tell me about 
it!"

"Mary, I didn't just 'let it go on'. I found out almost 
by accident, sometime after the fact, a couple of months 
ago. I found Vicky crying in her room, and she told me 
everything. She said she'd already talked to you, and 
since Brenda walked in and heard the story too, she knew 
as well. I thought it a bit odd that you hadn't said 
anything to me, but Vicky said she'd talked to you 
already. She also said that she was trying to get over 
her lost lover, and it would be easier if nobody talked 
about it around her."

Mary took a few deep breaths to calm herself before 
continuing.

"Okay, so tell me now. What happened."

"Are you going to settle down a bit first?" He handed 
her a glass, and she sipped on it, not noticing the 
contents.

"Like I said. Vicky is an experienced lover, at least 
when it comes to other women. Her first partner and 
teacher was a teenager, and Vicky was fond of her, 
nothing more. The second one, though, Vicky loved. And 
was loved in return. The girl was a year older and more 
experienced. She moved away a few months ago, shortly 
before Vicky talked with me, and our daughter had been 
heartbroken ever since."

"I haven't seen Vicky look at anyone else since she told 
me, male or female, until tonight. I don't know why, but 
Vicky seems to have something going for Caitlin."

"I wish I'd known. My baby, hurting, needing me, and I 
didn't know."

"Dear, you know now. Sitting out there with Caitlin, she 
looks happier than I've seen her in a long time. That's 
why I've been letting it go. I wanted to see if Caitlin 
could or would respond, because I think Vicky needs 
someone, at least for a while. When you didn't say 
anything, I believed you were thinking along the same 
lines. I'm sorry. I didn't realize."

"God, this is so sudden. I don't know what to say."

"I think you should sleep on it. You're having trouble 
thinking clearly right now, and doing the wrong thing 
could hurt Vicky or Brenda. Caitlin is Richard's sister, 
and if she's anything like him, I don't think she'd do 
anything to hurt Vicky. If they do hit it off, I'm 
willing to let it go for at least one night before we 
decide on what to do."

"It feels like I've just lost my baby. It hurts."

"I know, I know." He wraps her up in his arms. "They're 
both too young to be lost to us already, but it's 
happening. Fighting against it would only make things 
worse for all of us. You know that. You still remember 
what it was like when you took me."

"I know. It's just so sudden."

"Look, you'll just have to trust my judgment for a 
change. We'll talk about it some more in the morning, 
when we're both sober. I just hope I'm as good a judge 
as you on this one. I'd really hate to see Vicky hurt by 
this."

"Now, I'm going back to our guests. You sit her for a 
while and compose yourself. If you need to talk, just 
come get me." Will walked back into the living room, 
leaving Mary to sort out her feelings.

She came out a short while later, smiled rather thinly 
at her husband, and sat beside him. She gradually 
regained her composure. The three girls and Richard 
never noticed a thing.

***

Eventually, the evening wore itself out.

"All right girls, it's ten thirty, time for bed," Mary 
said, breaking away from the conversation. "It's getting 
late, and it looks like our guests need to head home and 
get some sleep."

Vicky's response was typical - "Aw mom, do I hafta? It's 
just getting fun now!"

Brenda gave Richard a quick smooch and ran over to 
whisper in her mother's ear. "Mom, can I stay over at 
Richard's tonight? Please! I've got him so worked up, I 
think he's about to explode, and if I don't get some 
relief, I might explode too! Please, please, pretty 
please!"

Whispering back into her daughters ear, Mary was almost 
laughing. "I can see what you mean! The poor dear looks 
sooo uncomfortable, trying to hide that bulge in his 
pants. If you can get your father to agree, then yes."

Climbing into her father's lap, Brenda gave him a quick 
hug, and whispered into his ear for a few seconds. A 
look of surprise slowly worked its way over his face, 
and he looked at his wife, one eyebrow raised, silently 
questioning her. She nodded, giving him a little smile. 
Will whispered back in his daughter's ear. "Ok honey, 
but go get a bag packed quick. We're sending Richard and 
Caitlin home in a few minutes."

"Thanks dad." With that, Brenda almost flew up the 
stairs, only slowing long enough to sideswipe Richard's 
cheek with another kiss on the way by.

Vicky started in on her round of goodnight hugs and 
kisses, wondering what her sister was up to. Just as she 
got to Caitlin, Brenda was back downstairs, with her 
bag, all set and ready to go.

Richard saw her, and nearly choked. "Where are you 
heading out to, Brenda?" He thought he knew the answer, 
but was feeling very nervous about that possibility.

"Mom and Dad said I could stay over at your place 
tonight."

"Do I get a choice in this?" he asked, still feeling a 
little stunned.

Mary answered him almost immediately. "Of course you 
have a choice.

All you have to do is say no."

Richard looked at Mary, then looked at Brenda, staring 
deep into her soft green eyes. "I don't think 'no' is a 
word I can use right now."

Vicky looked around at her parents, Richard, Brenda, and 
then looked into Caitlin's eyes for a second. Caitlin, 
looking back, thought she saw something in there, just 
for a second, and then it disappeared.

"Mom, can I stay over at Richard's tonight too? Please?"

"No, I don't think that would be a good idea, not 
tonight anyway."

"Aw, I don't think it's fair. Brenda gets to go out and 
have fun and I hafta stay home."

"Fair or not, I don't think Richard and Brenda would 
really enjoy company tonight," her mother replied.

Caitlin heard herself speak up, as if in a dream, not 
really in control of what she was doing, almost watching 
it from the outside. "It's okay if Vicky comes over. 
I'll look after her. Richard and Brenda wouldn't be 
alone in the house anyway, because I'll be there. 
Besides, I don't think they'd even notice."

Richard and Brenda at that moment were deeply involved 
in a kiss, and hadn't heard anything for a few minutes.

Mary took a good look at Caitlin, noticing the flush 
around the neck and ears, the erect nipples, and the way 
she was almost squirming in her chair. Caitlin was 
obviously very much aroused. She almost said no, before 
taking a good look at Vicky.

Vicky's eyes were almost pleading with her mother to say 
yes. Her eyes were bright and filled with a passion her 
mother didn't recognize. Her cheeks were somewhat 
flushed, as was the skin around the neckline of her 
blouse. For the first time, Mary saw that Vicky's small 
nipples were erect, trying to poke out through her 
blouse. Even her breathing was a little heavier and more 
erratic than it should have been. Mary felt a little 
light headed, still hardly believing the thought that 
her youngest daughter wanted, almost needed, to hop into 
the sack with a nearly-grown woman.

Will broke into Mary's thoughts. "Dear, could I see you 
in the kitchen for a minute?" Taking her hand, he led 
her into the other room and closed the door.

"I really think we should let Vicky go. She needs 
someone right now, and Caitlin seems to be available and 
willing."

Looking into his eyes, seeing his love for her in there, 
she had to trust him, and could only nod and agree.

Walking back out into the living room, Mary saw that 
Richard was sitting in one chair with Brenda in his lap, 
and Caitlin was sitting in another chair with Vicky in 
her lap. She just caught a look and wink pass between 
Brenda and Vicky, something she would probably have 
ignored before. It was almost like there were 
conspiracies going on around her that she knew nothing 
about. "Yes," she said to herself, "a long talk with 
Will, a longer one with Vicky, and maybe even another 
chat with Brenda will be in order for tomorrow."

Behind her, she heard her husband's voice.

"Okay, Vicky, if both Caitlin and Richard agree, you can 
stay over at their place tonight too. But it's up to 
them first. Caitlin?"

Caitlin could only nod. She didn't trust her voice. 
Sitting on Caitlin's lap, Vicky had one leg curled up 
underneath her, looking like the sweet innocent child of 
eleven she was supposed to be. The foot at the end of 
that leg was pressing heavily into Caitlin's crotch, and 
her toes were doing wonderful things down there. Nobody 
else noticed a thing.

"Vicky's coming over to stay the night too?" That was 
the first Richard had heard of it. His mind had been 
elsewhere a short while ago.

"Well, only if you agree to it. Caitlin's already said 
that she'd take care of Vicky while she's over there, 
we've both said okay, so now it's up to you." Will 
looked steadily into Richard's eyes as he said this.

Richard looked over at where Caitlin and Vicky were 
sitting. Remembering what his sister had confessed to 
earlier in the day, he looked at the two of them very 
carefully. Both were staring at him. They each had the 
same flushed skin, the same eager/hungry look in their 
eyes, and both were very much aroused. Richard looked 
Caitlin directly in the eye and asked "Are you okay with 
this, Sis?" Her eyes told him everything he needed to 
know, but she nodded yes anyway.

"Well, if nobody else has any objections to it, I 
certainly can't say no."

Vicky jumped up with a squeal of delight, ran over to 
Richard and gave him a big hug and kiss. She then ran 
upstairs to pack her overnight bag.

When Vicky jumped up, Caitlin gave out an involuntary 
gasp, followed by an almost inaudible moan. She let her 
breath out slowly and tried to control her breathing. 
Nobody had ever had that kind of effect on her before in 
her life, except maybe Angie. She didn't know what was 
happening, or if she'd wake up from her dream soon, but 
to her, it felt wonderful. She knew she'd probably feel 
as guilty as hell the next morning, but that was a long 
way away. Looking at Brenda, and watching her with 
Richard had turned her on a little, but it was Vicky's 
touches, her hugs and not-so-chaste kisses, that had 
inflamed her passions. The back of her dress and the 
seat cushion were damp, her panties long since soaked 
through. She still felt Vicky's toes tickling and 
caressing her pussy.

Skimming back down the stairs, seemingly only gone for 
seconds, Vicky was ready to go. Running to her mom, she 
gave and received a big hug and smooch. Breaking that 
off quickly, she turned to her dad and jumped up into 
his arms, giving him a big hug around the neck. He heard 
her whisper 'thanks, Dad'. He just hugged her a little 
tighter in response.

After goodbyes had been said all the way around, 
Richard, Caitlin, Brenda and Vicky were all headed to 
Richard's place. Brenda and Vicky ran ahead and waited 
impatiently on the porch for the older two to catch up.

Richard whispered into his sister's ear. "Well Sis, what 
do think we've let ourselves in for?"

Her answer came back, voice thick with emotion. "I don't 
know. Tonight, I'm not going to worry about it. Tomorrow 
will be here soon enough."

***

Will and Mary watched them from their doorway. After 
everyone had disappeared from sight, Will collected his 
wife in his arms and gave her a long, soft, loving kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, Mary broke away a bit 
from his arms and pulled him into the house. "Do you 
think we're doing the right thing?"

"I certainly hope so. Although, the way things went, 
there wasn't much else we could do, was there?"

"True, true. It's almost like the two of them had this 
whole thing planned out ahead of time. I think we'd 
better have a loooong talk about Vicky first thing in 
the morning." After a playful pinch from her hubby, she 
amended her statement. "Well, maybe second or third 
thing in the morning." He followed her up the stairs.

***

When Richard and Caitlin finally got to the porch, they 
found the two girls, Brenda and Vicky, whispering and 
laughing quietly to each other, stopping only when the 
two of them were within hearing range. After he opened 
the door, he motioned for the three ladies to precede 
him.

Brenda yelled out "I get the bathroom first!"

"Not if I get there before you!" squealed Vicky.

Brenda, with a head start, made it into the downstairs 
bathroom before her sister, and closed the door. Vicky 
immediately turned and ran up the stairs, heading for 
the other, smaller one.

Caitlin went upstairs to the room her brother said would 
be hers while she was living with him, and he started 
gathering up some pillows, sheets, and a blanket and 
comforter for her to use. He wondered if he needed to 
worry about finding some for Vicky as well.

He had given Caitlin the spare bedroom, the one in the 
front of the house overlooking the road. It wasn't all 
that large, but it had a nice walk-in closet and a huge 
bay window, big enough to curl up in. There was a double 
bed, which had been stripped to a single sheet, a high-
boy, dressing table and chair, and a small shelving unit 
beside the headboard with a reading lamp attached to it. 
Her trunk and suitcases occupied most of the rest of the 
floor space.

The walls were the standard pale eggshell, the floor a 
nice deep hardwood, and a throw-rug lay beside the bed. 
She'd decided earlier in the day that the curtains were 
ugly and had to go.

Richard and her were just finishing making up the bed 
when Vicky came into the room, wearing her nightie. She 
immediately dropped her bag, jumped onto the bed, and 
burrowed under the covers. "Well, that answers that 
question," thought Richard to himself.

"Okay, Sis. Can you think of anything else you need? If 
not, I'll see you in the morning."

"No, I think I know pretty much where everything is now. 
Good night."

"'Night, Sis. You too, Vicky."

"Good night Richard. Don't let my sister keep you up too 
late." He was definitely having a hard time adjusting, 
because he actually blushed when she said that. Of 
course, he didn't expect those types of comments from an 
eleven year old girl.

Richard headed off to his room, not knowing what to 
expect when he got there.

***

Caitlin shut the door after he left, then turned and 
looked at Vicky. The walk home and the work of getting 
the bed ready had helped to cool her down. She was 
starting to think clearly again, and really didn't know 
if she wanted to go through with what had seemed almost 
inevitable. Guilt about what she was thinking of doing 
made her remember what had happened before, the reason 
why she was at her brother's place and not at home. Her 
mind ran through everything she'd done and thought 
during that awful night not too long ago, and then 
through all the blame and accusations that followed. 
Guilt and pain started to flood back into her. Sorting 
through her things to pick out what she would wear let 
her put off a decision for a little longer. A voice 
behind her broke her out of her thoughts.

Vicky felt the change in mood, saw the pain and 
hesitation running through Caitlin's face, and knew the 
burning desire Caitlin had had for her earlier was gone.

"Please come to bed. Even if all you want to do is 
cuddle, that's okay. I need someone to hold on to 
tonight."

That was enough. The shame and guilt she'd been 
suppressing came back in one big rush. She started to 
cry, silently sobbing to herself, as she undressed for 
bed. Vicky saw, but didn't understand why all the tears. 
She just waited for Caitlin to crawl into bed, then 
snuggled up to her and gave her a kiss. All Caitlin 
could do was cry quietly and hang onto that soft, warm 
person beside her. Sometime later, she was asleep.

***

Richard made a stop in the bathroom before heading off 
to his bedroom. He picked up the strange (at least in 
his place) scent of perfume and body powder. It looked 
to him like he was going to have to get used to that 
smell again. He smiled at the thought.

Walking into his bedroom, he turned on the light, and 
saw Brenda, already in bed and under the covers. She 
blinked a bit at the sudden brightness.

"Hello, handsome. Where have you been hiding?"

He smiled back at her. "Business before pleasure. I had 
other houseguests to attend to first."

"Well, I certainly hope you didn't attend to them like I 
hope you'll be attending to me, handsome, or I just 
might get jealous."

"No, I think I would have been in the way over there."

"Good. Now hurry up and get in here. I'm getting lonely 
already."

Richard got undressed slowly, deliberately taking his 
time, knowing that Brenda was watching him very 
carefully. He undid the buttons on his shirt, taking his 
time, then demurely turned his back to her while letting 
the shirt slide off his shoulders and down his arms. He 
carefully hung it over the back of a chair, then sat 
down on the edge of the bed to remove his shoes and 
socks.

A hand started tickling his back, slowly running up and 
down along his spine. A second hand snaked in under his 
arm and started to slide over his stomach and chest. He 
leaned back slightly, felt something soft and warm, and 
heard a small sigh of contentment.

"I thought I was supposed to be getting undressed."

There was suddenly a tickling feeling on one side of his 
neck. She was nibbling him with her lips. He squirmed as 
the sensation ran up and down his spine, then swerved to 
run down his arms, making them feel tingly, and making 
it much harder to undo his laces.

"Yes, you're supposed to be getting undressed. You're 
just taking too damn long. Maybe you need help." With 
that, the hand that had been playing with his chest slid 
down to the top of his pants and started playing with 
the fastener and zipper, teasing rather than trying to 
actually do anything. The nibbling moved to the other 
side of his neck.

"This is going to take a lot longer if you keep helping 
me, you know."

The nibbling moved a little farther onto his shoulder, 
and the hand that had been tickling his back slid around 
and started tickling his chest. "Maybe you'd better 
concentrate on what you're doing, then." The nibbling 
moved back to his neck, then up to an ear. "Hurry up, I 
don't want to wait for you all night."

With a groan, Richard pulled himself up off the bed. He 
heard a disappointed whine behind him as well. Quickly 
shedding himself of shoes, socks and pants, he stood 
there in his boxers, the front tenting out, letting her 
have another good look.

"Come on, take those things off too so I can get a good 
look." He did as she requested, baring his member, which 
was stiff and pointing straight out. "Good. Now turn up 
the heat and get over here before I change my mind."

"Turn up the heat?"

"Yeah, I got cold last night. Turn it way, way up. We're 
gonna cook!"

Robert obediently went over and turned up the thermostat 
to 90 degrees, figuring that would be more than enough 
for a sauna. When he finally headed for the bed, she 
threw back the covers to let him in.

Once again he stopped, just to stare at that beauty 
before him. She was completely naked, showing him 
everything that she had to offer, from her small but 
nicely shaped breasts, to the shaved pussy, half-hidden 
between her thighs. It was the body of a beautiful young 
lady, well on the way to maturity, and she was offering 
it to him. He slid in beside her.

"Finally," she whispered, as she wrapped her arms around 
his neck and pressed the full length of her body against 
him. Her lips found his, and pressed into him with the 
full force of her desire. He responded, kissing her back 
with equal fervor, slipping his tongue into her mouth, 
sliding one arm under her, running his fingers along the 
back of her neck and down her shoulders, moving the 
other hand down her side to her hip, then behind her to 
fondle her cheeks and pull her closer to him.

They lay like that for several minutes, tongues twisting 
and sliding around each other, tasting each other, each 
sharing the other's breath and warmth.

Richard slowly slid his hand below her nether cheeks, 
down between her thighs, and started to gently run his 
fingers up and down her crack. Eventually Brenda moaned, 
leaning back and breaking contact with him.

She looked down between them, reaching for his prick, 
and then giggled. "Richard, you've been leaking." She 
twirled her finger on a wet patch on her stomach, then 
on a matching spot on his stomach, right where the head 
of his cock was sitting when it was trapped between 
them. Bringing her finger up to her mouth, she slowly 
licked it clean. "Mmmm... tasty. Do you think there's 
any more where that came from?" She reached down between 
them, looking for the source.

His entire body jumped when he felt her touching the 
head of his cock. His breath was already a little 
ragged. "I'm sure there'll be some left in there for 
you."

She pushed him over onto his back and climbed in between 
his legs, curling up and making herself comfortable. He 
lay back, putting a pillow behind his head so he could 
see what she was doing. She took hold of his dick, 
holding it lightly with one hand, and started to slowly 
stroke it up and down. Some more pre-cum collected at 
the tip, and he shuddered with pleasure when she licked 
it off with the tip of her tongue. "Mmmmm"

Her tongue started working on him, licking around the 
head of his cock, sliding along on its sensitive 
underside, then heading back to the tip to see if any 
more goodies showed up.

Leaning back slightly, she began to fondle and examine 
his balls, not stopping her slow stroking of his stiff 
member.

"What's it like when a guy climaxes? Is that the right 
name for it? I've heard some older girls say that it's 
totally gross and disgusting, and a few others that say 
they kinda like it."

It was sometimes hard for him to remember that she was a 
very young and inexperienced girl, especially after the 
expert tongue lashing she'd just given him.

"Do you remember the orgasm you had last night?"

She just melted down a little and purred.

"It's a lot like that for a guy too. Sometimes the 
orgasms are intense, sometimes not much more than a 
brief glow. The big difference is that guys ejaculate 
semen when they orgasm. Sometimes a lot comes out, 
sometimes only a little comes out. That's what carries 
the sperm from inside the guy to inside the woman. It's 
called climaxing, or cumming, same as for a woman, or 
sometimes ejaculating.

"What does semen look like?"

"Usually it's quite thick, almost creamy, with a milky 
look to it. If a guy's been hard-up for a while, it may 
have a yellowish tinge, or if he's been cumming a lot it 
may get thinner and more watery."

Her hands had been at work on his balls and his prick 
throughout the conversation, making it hard for him to 
concentrate on his answers. Between her efforts the 
previous night and her torture of him earlier that 
evening, he knew that he wouldn't last very long, maybe 
only a few minutes. He moaned. "If you keep that up, 
you're going to get a close up and personal view of a 
guy cumming."

"Ooooo. You mean if I keep doing this with my hands I'll 
get to see the real thing?"

"Maybe. It feels wonderful, but it may not be enough."

"What if I put my tongue into it, would that help?" 
Matching action to words, she started a wild assault on 
his cock with her whole tongue, licking the entire shaft 
from groin to top, circling around the head, then 
heading down the shaft again. Every once in a while, she 
put his prick in her mouth and sucked, bobbing up and 
down for a few strokes, only to take it out again and 
run her lips up and down his glistening member.

"Is that better?"

"Urgh, ahhhh, yessss. Keep it up, please." His cock was 
rock hard, his balls almost aching for release. They 
were jerking up and down in Brenda's hand as she fondled 
them. He could feel the sensations that were coming from 
her hands and mouth working deeper and deeper into his 
groin. He was close. His head was pushed back, eyes half 
open, thighs stiffening then relaxing, hands grasping at 
the bed, looking for something better to hold onto. 
"God, I'm almost there. If you want it, keep going!"

Brenda picked up her pace. Releasing his balls, she used 
two hands to stroke his swollen penis, licking and 
sucking on the head and shaft, moving so fast her hands 
seemed to blur. She was amazed at how much thicker and 
heavier it got, and how much the head grew, when he was 
that close to cumming.

He could feel it building, deep inside him, the pressure 
growing to a point where he knew he couldn't stop it.

"Here it comes, I'm gonna do it now. Just keep stroking 
till I'm finished! Please!"

Brenda pulled her head back and just stared at the head 
of his cock, eyes wide, waiting for it. She kept on 
stroking with both hands as fast as she could, and 
suddenly it happened.

Thick spurts of white cum started jetting out of the tip 
of his cock, shooting into the air and landing all over 
his stomach and chest. She watched with awe, amazed at 
all the stuff that was coming out and how far it was 
flying. One of the older girls had told her that guys 
stuff shot out and went everywhere, but she never 
imagined it would be like that.

She kept pumping until nothing else came out, not even 
the little oozy bits at the end. Richard asked her to 
stop. "Please, let me rest for a minute." He was 
breathing hard, sweat covering his entire body. The heat 
in the room felt almost stifling to his heaving lungs.

As he recovered, he looked down to see what she was 
doing. One hand was holding his now-deflating prick, the 
other was doing slow twirls in the small puddles of cum 
on his stomach. Every once in a while, that hand would 
move to her mouth and she'd lick off the cum from her 
fingertips, then it would go back to another puddle and 
start swirling again.

"That was wonderful. Thank you." His orgasm, after all 
the tension of the past few days, along with all the 
sexual teasing he'd had to endure, had been intense. He 
felt incredibly relaxed and mellow.

"You're welcome. So that's what a guy does when he 
comes. Is it always this messy?"

Richard, still breathing heavily, used one finger to 
play in the same puddle her fingers were in. Then he 
lifted his finger and held it in front of her mouth. She 
looked at it like a bird looking at a worm, head moving 
from one side to the other, staring down her nose, eyes 
crossed. Then her mouth opened and engulfed his finger, 
sucking and licking on it until it was clean.

"No, usually it's not this messy. When a guy comes 
inside a girl, all the semen is concentrated into a 
small area, in her vagina. It doesn't jet out like it 
did here. The same thing if he comes in her mouth. Even 
when it's done like this, a guy might have a towel or 
rag or some tissue to squirt it onto, to keep from 
making a mess."

"Guys really come in girls mouths? That sounds kinda 
gross."

"It's not much different than what you're doing, licking 
it off your fingers. It's just that there would be more 
of it, and the taste would seem much stronger. By the 
way, how does it taste?"

"Well, sorta salty-sour, and maybe a bit bitter. Not 
that bad in little bits, but I'm not sure I'd want to 
try a mouthful."

"I don't blame you." Swirling his finger in a puddle, he 
stuck it in his own mouth and sucked it clean. "No, it 
doesn't taste too good. But, I guess in the passion of 
the moment, the taste would probably be ignored."

Brenda started to slide up Richard's body, lubricating 
her breasts and stomach with his semen and their 
combined sweat. The heat in the room was intense. She 
stopped when her lips were almost touching his. Using a 
finger to scrape some of the liquid from his chest, she 
held it between their mouths, hers opening first, and 
him following her lead. She put her finger into his 
mouth, then sealed their mouths together with her lips, 
sliding her tongue in to lick at his lips and teeth, and 
at her finger.

His tongue followed hers, touching and teasing, licking 
on her finger, then darting into her mouth for a quick 
run around the inside of her lips. They could both taste 
the salt/sour taste of his semen, along with the 
stronger salt taste of their sweat.

Breaking the kiss, Brenda nuzzled her head into his 
shoulder. "No, it doesn't taste nearly as bad when you 
share it." She started to move around on his body, 
sliding her breasts back and forth and wiggling her 
hips. Then she parted her legs, straddling his waist, 
and started a slow rocking motion. His prick was still 
oozing slightly, and it was positioned right below her 
pussy. That was quickly bringing it back to life.

"Better not do that, Tinkerbelle. Didn't your mommy tell 
you how babies are made?"

"Hmmm, maybe. I think it went something like this." She 
scooped up a big dollop of cum on her finger and 
proceeded to rub it into the crack of her pussy. "Am I 
close?" She looked at him, smiling her innocent little 
girl smile.

Richard groaned. She'd moved too fast, and it was done 
before he realized what she was up to. "I don't think 
you should have done that, Brenda."

"Why not? I want to have babies too, you know."

He just lay there with a pained expression on his face, 
eyes closed, picturing what was going to happen.

"I just think I'm a little too young to have them right 
now."

Opening one eye, he just looked at her.

"Don't worry! Mom's had me on birth control pills since 
I went out on my first date. She said that she trusts 
me, but doesn't necessarily trust all the boys I might 
go out with. She'd rather I was protected in case 
something happened than leave me unprotected and make a 
possible bad situation much worse. So I'm safe."

Saying that, she pushed down on his shoulders, lifted 
herself up, and started to grind her pussy down on the 
length of his cock. His hands automatically went up and 
started to squeeze and caress her breasts, teasing her 
nipples with his thumbs. That was sending small shocks 
from her breasts to her groin, intensifying the 
wonderful feelings she was getting by rubbing against 
his cock. Small whimpers and moans started to come out 
of her mouth. "Please, do me again." Her breathing was 
getting heavier and more erratic.

"Do what?" He looked at her blankly, only a hint of a 
smile betraying him.

"You know, do me, like yesterday!" She was definitely 
getting there, breathing in short gasps, moans and 
whimpers escaping regularly. "I've been waiting for it 
all day! Please!

Her pussy felt like it was on fire. She'd been 
anticipating this since she woke up that morning, 
feeling it build up deep inside, her clit twitching in 
time with her heartbeat, even when she was beating off 
Richard. Now she desperately craved a release, needing 
to cum so bad, and she knew that doing herself off like 
that, exciting as it felt, wasn't going to be enough.

"Come on, please! I neeeed it now!! EAT ME! SUCK MY 
PUSSY! Stick that tongue inside me NOW! PLEEAAASE!" She 
was pleading, almost screaming for release, and it 
wouldn't come without his help.

Richard grabbed her waist and rolled over onto her. He 
was on top of her, with his newly hardened prick resting 
along her virgin pussy. Her hips were thrusting by 
themselves, rubbing along his cock, trying to get 
something into her pussy.

He steeled himself, and slid down until his mouth was 
above her crotch. He didn't want to take her cherry that 
way, not in a moment's passion. She trusted him too much 
for him to do that to her. He wanted to do it when he 
was sure it was what he and she both desired, when they 
both knew what was happening. The way things were going, 
that would be soon.

Her thrusting hips, and the hands trying to pull his 
head inside her, made him soon forget about that. He set 
to work with his lips, tongue, and fingers, knowing she 
needed to get off as soon as possible. She was frantic, 
her hips were bucking like crazy, moans, cries, and 
whimpers coming out of her mouth along with 
unintelligible shouts and words.

He stuck his tongue as deep into her pussy as he could, 
swirled it around, gathered her juices and flavors, then 
licked up through her crack, right over top of her clit. 
That sent a shock through her body, and she arched and 
jumped in response. Clamping his mouth over her clit, he 
sucked it into his mouth, running his tongue along the 
skin all around it, then flicking the its tip. She was 
starting to shudder, her release was close.

Lubricating one finger with the juices on her belly, he 
slid it into her crack, moving it forward and back a few 
times. Her whole body started to bounce up and down. 
Then he eased it into her hole, sliding it in and out 
with a fast rhythm, occasionally pushing in far enough 
to touch her virginity.

Her vaginal walls started to spasm, grabbing and 
releasing his finger as her climax hit. She gave out a 
long moan, arching her body to try and get more contact 
on her clit. Her hips were gyrating wildly, so he had to 
work hard to keep his mouth and finger in position and 
moving. She stopped spasming and collapsed, shudders 
wracking her body, as her climax worked its way through. 
Richard slowly eased up, reducing the stimulation as the 
shockwaves died down. Eventually, he and the orgasm both 
stopped.

Brenda just lay there, breathing heavily, eyes 
fluttering. She was awake, but too wrung out to move or 
speak. Richard got up, turned the heat back down, turned 
off the light, opened the window a crack, then climbed 
back into bed. Pulling Brenda into him, he cradled her 
head in his arm and kissed her lightly on the lips. 
Cuddling her sweat and semen covered body to his, he 
covered them both up, ready for sleep. The only thing he 
heard her say was 'wow'.


Chapter 5

Sometime during the night, Caitlin was having a 
wonderful dream. She was back with Angie, and Angie was 
doing deliciously naughty things to her. That mouth on 
her nipple, teasing and nibbling, her left hand 
caressing and fondling her breast, pinching and pulling 
on the other nipple, and Angie's right hand down between 
her legs, sliding a finger up and down inside her pussy, 
pulled out memories of those wonderful nights not too 
long ago from where she had carefully packed them away 
in her mind.

Her slit was quickly heating up, juices starting to 
flow, moistening her pussy lips even more. When that 
hand down there started to tease her clit, she moaned, 
and started to squirm.

Pushing the mouth that was on her breast down toward her 
needy hole, she quickly twisted around until she was 
under the other girl's crotch. Diving in, almost frantic 
with desire, she started to lick and suck like crazy. 
Something seemed a little different, out of place for a 
second. Then the other girl started lapping hungrily at 
her slit. All thoughts forgotten, Caitlin started in 
again, licking and sucking as fast as she could, 
wanting, needing to get off, and wanting the other girl 
to cum with her.

Licking a finger to lubricate it, then sliding it around 
in the other girl's slit for more lubrication, she 
inserted it into the girl's love hole. It was tighter 
than she remembered, but soon the girl's vaginal muscles 
relaxed and her finger stroked in and out more easily. 
Then the other girl jammed two fingers into Caitlin's 
twat.

She just about hit the roof. She started to lick and 
suck and pump as fast as she was able, and could feel 
the other girl doing the same things to her. She felt 
the other girl spasm and ease up as she climaxed, 
moaning loudly, but Caitlin couldn't stop because she 
hadn't gotten what she needed yet. The other girl all of 
a sudden started back in, licking, sucking and pumping 
as fast as ever, and started to moan and whimper into 
Caitlin's crotch.

That's what finally sent her over the edge, to a long-
needed climax, arching her back, whining, almost crying 
in her passion. The other girl never let up through the 
whole orgasm, pushing her to her limits. Only when it 
was over did the other girl stop and slide around to 
kiss her on the lips.

Caitlin just hung onto that kiss, wrapping her arms and 
legs around the other girl, hugging her tight, until she 
fell back to sleep.

***

When Caitlin woke up the next morning, she was feeling 
wonderfully sleepy and lazy. Laying there, revelling in 
the luxury of a warm bed in the early morning, she 
suddenly realized she wasn't alone. Someone was in bed 
with her, head resting on her shoulder, arms and legs 
entangled with hers. She remembered her dream. Guilt and 
pain started flooding back, and she couldn't stop 
herself from crying again, realizing what had happened, 
what she had done to Vicky.

That woke Vicky up. Stretching her neck a little, she 
turned and kissed the crying Caitlin full on the lips, 
then started nibbling and licking her way down her neck, 
along one shoulder, dropping lower and sliding her lips 
along Caitlin's breast until she reached the nipple. She 
sucked it into her mouth, licking it, twirling it around 
with her tongue, teasing it with her teeth.

Caitlin's low cries to stop, don't do this please, were 
totally ignored. Her body responded quickly to the 
stimulation, and she felt that need stirring again in 
her groin. She couldn't seem to gather the strength to 
push Vicky off, not that her body would really let her, 
so she gave in to it and started to caress Vicky's 
shoulders and back, occasionally sending her hand down 
far enough to brush her ass cheeks. That brought forth 
the occasional purr or moan from Vicky, who didn't seem 
like she was ever going to release that nipple.

Vicky was listening carefully to the sounds Caitlin was 
making, waiting for them to change from whimpers asking 
for her to stop, to little sighs and moans of pleasure. 
When that happened, she twisted her body so that her 
breasts were facing Caitlin, and switched over to 
Caitlin's other nipple.

Almost immediately, Vicky felt hands sliding up and down 
her entire body, touching and caressing every part of 
it. She let out a long sigh of pleasure, and started her 
own exploration, using her hands, mouth, and tongue, 
kissing and licking every square inch of skin she could 
reach. Caitlin shivered with delight when Vicky nibbled 
on the backs of her knees, and moaned when she started 
kissing and licking between her toes.

Caitlin was just sliding her lips over Vicky's hip when 
she felt fingers caressing the inside of her thigh. She 
spread her legs apart in invitation, and in she came, 
with little licks, kisses and nibbles, working her way 
slowly up one inner thigh, then, disappointingly, down 
the other. Her own explorations were bringing her closer 
and closer to a delightful-looking little pussy, just 
past her nose. A groan of delight slipped out when she 
felt those nibbles and kisses inching their way back up 
the inside of her leg, towards her waiting need.

They started at the same time, slowly stroking each 
other's nether lips, matching their rhythms, finding 
those extra-sensitive spots so they could return later. 
Nothing existed right then except their mutual pleasure.

Vicky felt a tongue start to tease apart her outer lips, 
so she returned the favor by sliding her tongue into 
Caitlin's crack and licking at the entrance to her hole. 
Caitlin's tongue found Vicky's tiny clit, and started to 
tease and tickle it into its full size and hardness. 
Both girls were moaning and whimpering in pleasure. 
Vicky suddenly felt Caitlin's arms wrap around her hips 
and she was pulled up into the top half of a normal 
sixty-nine. She wantonly spread her thighs as wide as 
they would go, as Caitlin did the same, both enjoying 
the extra freedom it gave for exploring the other's 
pussy.

They both knew it was just about time for a much-needed 
release, so when Caitlin felt Vicky starting to lick and 
suck at a fever pitch, she whined and purred with 
pleasure, and started in, frantically using her fingers, 
tongue, lips, and anything else in the neighborhood, to 
get Vicky to cum again.

It was over in a few minutes, with both girls hitting 
their climaxes at almost the same time, bucking and 
straining against each other, each trying to prolong the 
other's orgasm as long as possible, not wanting the 
waves of pleasure to end. Eventually, they both 
collapsed in exhaustion.

Once again, Vicky swung around, still laying on top of 
Caitlin, and kissed her on the mouth. This time Caitlin 
knew who it was, and with eyes open, returned the kiss 
in full.

They lay there for a while, enjoying each other's 
warmth, the touch of skin on skin, slowly feeling each 
other come down from their highs, and letting strength 
flow back into exhausted limbs.

Vicky was the first one to stir, more out of need than 
desire. 

"Mmmmm. Now this is the way every morning should start."

Caitlin, feeling too good and too tired for her guilt to 
come back right then, just sighed, lying there with a 
contented smile on her face.

Vicky would have loved to just lie there and snuggle for 
the rest of the day, but her body was telling her to get 
moving. Feeling deliciously naughty, she padded over to 
the door, stark naked, and whispered to Caitlin "I'll be 
back in a minute."

"Where do you think you're going, dressed like that?" 
she whispered back.

"To the bathroom, where else."

"But what if someone sees you out there? I mean, you're 
naked!"

"Who's going to see me, my sister?"

"No! My brother!"

"Well, it might be the first time he sees me naked, but 
I don't think it'll be the last." She gave Caitlin an 
evil grin as she opened the door and peeked out. Nobody 
was in sight. She made it into the bathroom without 
incident.

***

Richard woke up early with a raging hard-on that 
wouldn't be denied. He didn't want to wake Brenda, so he 
slowly unwrapped himself from her arms and legs and slid 
over to the edge of the bed. He then started to jerk 
himself off, trying to do it as quietly and gently as he 
could.

He was just getting into a good, steady rhythm when he 
heard a familiar voice. "So that's how boys do it by 
themselves." She was lying exactly as he had left her, 
except that her eyes were open and staring at his cock. 
"I've never watched a guy do it before. Doesn't it hurt, 
rubbing it so fast and so hard?"

Richard, who had kept his concentration and his rhythm, 
had a hard time answering, grunting out words as he 
pumped. "No. Doesn't hurt if you know how. Takes 
practice."

He was nearing the point of release when she told him to 
stop. She grabbed his hand in both of hers and literally 
pulled it away from his cock. Wrapping one of her small 
hands as far around his cock as it would go, she leaned 
over and lapped up the little drops of pre-cum that were 
there.

Turning and looking at him over her shoulder, she 
smiled. "Remember what I said the other night? This 
thing is mine! Besides, I need the practice more than 
you do."

With that, she turned back to the task at hand (in 
hand?) and began to suck on his prick, sliding down the 
shaft until the head hit the back of her mouth, then 
back up again. Her tongue swirled and licked at the 
shaft and head as they came into range, bringing moans 
of delight from Richard.

He was in heaven. That was definitely better than 
beating his meat - in fact, it was better than a good 
bit of the sex he'd had in his life! She had a nice 
rhythm going, bobbing her head up and down almost like a 
mechanical doll, sliding his prick in and out of her 
mouth with smooth, even strokes, except that once in a 
while she would dip down a little lower, and he could 
feel the head of his prick slide into her throat. She 
WAS practicing, while doing that to him. "I'm not sure 
I'll be able to take it," he thought to himself, "when 
she really gets to know what she's doing." He could feel 
the sensations starting to churn his insides, mixing 
everything up, and getting ready for his release.

His hands were automatically looking for something to 
grab onto, moving around, gripping and releasing the 
sheets, blankets, pillows, whatever they could reach. 
One of them found Brenda's leg. Sliding upward, past her 
knee, he started to caress her inner thigh, moving up 
toward her mound, wanting to play and tickle in there. 
Her thighs closed, locking around his hand, keeping it 
away from what it wanted.

Looking down at what she was doing, he could see beads 
and streaks of saliva on his shaft, all the way to the 
hairs. Then she took an extra-deep mouthful, and he saw 
his entire member disappear into her mouth, down to his 
balls, and watched as her throat expanded to accept what 
she was pushing into it. His head fell back as the 
sight, sound, and sensation of what she was doing to him 
drove him closer to the edge. He could feel it building 
inside him, almost ready to burst through.

"I'm gonna cum! Here it comes!"

Brenda pulled her head off his cock and began pumping it 
furiously with both hands. She watched carefully as he 
shot his load, squirt after squirt arcing into the air 
to land on his chest and stomach. When his pumping 
slowed down to the last dribbles, she put her mouth 
around his cock again, licking and sucking the last few 
drops of cum into her mouth. When it was completely 
drained and cleaned, she pulled up and turned towards 
his face. 

"Now, doesn't that feel better than doing it yourself?"

He could only moan, still feeling weak and drained.

Turning and looking at his cock again, she spotted a 
last drop of cum oozing out of the tip. She sucked his 
member into her mouth for a few more seconds, licking up 
that last little taste. Richard squirmed and moaned a 
little at the extra sensation.

Pulling back a bit, looking at his now-limp cock, she 
asked a question that had been running around in her 
mind since the first time she saw him naked.

"Richard, when we do it for real, the first time, will 
it hurt a lot?"

"When we do it for real?" His mind was still a little 
foggy from the aftermath, so he didn't clue in to what 
she meant.

"Yes, for real, when you put this thing (grabbing his 
cock) inside me. I'm a little scared, 'cause some of the 
older girls said it hurt a lot the first time."

He was now listening very carefully, aware of the fact 
she was talking about when, not if, it would happen, and 
sounding like it would be very soon. "I'm not sure how 
much it will hurt, but from what I've heard, it usually 
hurts at least a little bit when a girl gets her hymen 
broken. Any other pain is because the guy is 
inexperienced or in too much of a hurry to get the girl 
properly excited, and she gets stretched too quickly."

"You wouldn't be like that, would you?"

"Of course not. If I was, you wouldn't be a virgin right 
now. It was real tempting last night when I was laying 
on top of you, but I was a good boy."

"I'm glad. I want our first time to be special." She 
turned and looked at him. "I'll tell you when I'm ready. 
The way you're working me up, it's gonna be real soon."

She then rubbed her breasts and nipples into his 
stomach, coating them with his seed, and slowly 
proceeded to slide her body up over his chest, covering 
them both with a film of his semen, not stopping until 
her lips were almost touching his.

She kissed him several times while he lay there, mostly 
quick, sudden contacts of lips on lips, but the last one 
was a long, slow, deliberate, sensuous massage with her 
tongue. He could taste his cum on her lips and in her 
mouth.

"Mmmm. Such a nice way to start the morning, don't you 
think? A nice, relaxing bath of cum." She wriggled 
around on top of him, smearing them both a little more, 
then half-slid onto the bed, so only her chest was on 
top of him. His hand caressed her shoulder, and slowly 
moved down her side and back to her thigh, where it 
worked its way around to between her legs. She opened 
them a little as an invitation, which his hand accepted, 
and it moved up to stroke her pussy.

"You didn't want me to do this a few minutes ago."

"I was busy! I can't practice when you're distracting 
me. Besides, I like it better when you're concentrating 
properly. Like now." She wriggled her bottom and opened 
her thighs a bit more.

After a few seconds, she rolled away from him, sighing. 
"I need a shower and breakfast before you put me through 
anything like last night again." She rolled back to give 
him another kiss. "It was wonderful, but I don't think I 
could stand it that strong very often."

Grinning, he kissed her back. "You won't get those 
really intense ones very often. They usually happen only 
after a long buildup, or after a lot of emotional ups 
and downs. You had both yesterday, so last night's could 
be considered a 'mind blowing experience'. That's how 
some people describe a very intense orgasm."

"Yeah, that's about what it felt like. I was there, but 
didn't really feel, well, attached, sorta like, oh, 
'floating in a sea of ecstasy'. I got that from one of 
my mom's books."

"I like it. Anyway, I think I'll go see about that 
shower and breakfast you were talking about."

"Awww, just lie here a bit longer, please?"

"I don't think I can. Mother nature won't be denied. 
Besides, think of the fun we could have in the shower." 
He gave her another kiss, rolled out of bed, and pulled 
on his jockey shorts. "Back in a few minutes."

He opened the door and stepped into the hallway.

"Eeek!"

Richard looked, and saw Vicky's naked backside running 
down the hall to his sister's room. He watched her run, 
noticing that her body was definitely rounding out from 
little-girl skinny to a slightly curvier, softer, young-
lady figure. He saw that she didn't have any tan lines 
either. As she disappeared into his sister's bedroom, 
she turned, giving him a glimpse of her pussy and just-
developing breasts. She stuck her tongue out at him 
before she shut the door.

Humming to himself, he walked into the bathroom.

***

When Vicky climbed back into bed with Caitlin, they 
wrapped their arms and legs around each other and kissed 
for a few seconds.

"I take it my brother caught you out in the hall, little 
missy. Is that why you were gone so long? Waiting for 
him?"

"Yeah, I guess I was. I heard him moving around in the 
bedroom, and I couldn't resist. I hung around just 
outside the bathroom, and when he opened his door, I 
squealed and ran! It wasn't as good as it could have 
been, though."

"Oh, why?"

"He was wearing his shorts, so I couldn't see anything."

"Well, little missy, are you trying to get into my 
brother's pants too?" Caitlin was trying to keep her 
tone light and playful, but the thought that this girl 
might also be chasing after her brother was unsettling.

"Nope, not really. If he asked, I might, but I'm not 
sure. I just like teasing. I don't think I want any boys 
yet. Or men. Maybe later. Right now, I like girls. 
Besides, he looked awful, covered in sweat, gooey 
splotches all over him, and streaks of white stuff 
dribbling down his front." Vicky started to play with 
one of Caitlin's nipples.

"It sounds like my brother was having fun. Mmmm. Nice. 
Better stop though, 'cause I don't think I can wait long 
enough to finish."

Still playing with that nipple, Vicky answered "Okay, go 
ahead, don't let me stop you."

"You ARE a nasty tease, aren't you." Caitlin groaned and 
rolled out of bed. Pulling on a housecoat, she looked at 
Vicky. I don't think my brother is ready for the shock 
of his sister walking around the house in the nude." She 
grinned. "At least, not yet, anyway. By the way, I seem 
to recall us both wearing something to bed last night, 
but this morning we're rather naked. Did you have 
anything to do with it?"

Vicky put on her cute little girl face, smiling and 
looking up at Caitlin with her big, soft, deep-green 
eyes. "Who, sweet little innocent me?"

"Don't try to pull that 'sweet innocent' stuff on me." 
Caitlin was smiling at Vicky as she said that. 
"Especially after what you did to me yesterday. Anyway, 
I'm heading downstairs for a shower."

"I think I'll join you. I need one too, and I'd like 
someone to scrub my back for me."

"Okay, but you'd better wear something this time."

They went out together, heading downstairs to the 
shower.

***

When Richard came out of the bathroom, he saw his sister 
and Vicky heading down the stairs. "Good morning you 
two. Up already?"

"Yep. Just heading for the shower."

"Okay. Let me know when you're done. I need one too."

Richard had sponged himself down in the bathroom, 
removing most of the mess from last night and this 
morning. As he walked back into his bedroom, he heard 
some moaning. Brenda was lying there, spread out on the 
bed, covers thrown back, one hand buried in her crotch, 
the other squeezing and pulling at her breasts.

"So that's how girls do it by themselves."

Her eyes opened a bit and she looked at him, but her 
hands never slowed down. "Don't just stand there. Help!"

Kneeling on the bed beside her, he pulled her hand away 
from her breasts. It immediately dropped down to help 
with her pussy. Using both hands, he massaged and 
fondled her mounds, pinching and pulling at the nipples, 
working them hard. Lowering his mouth to hers, he 
started a soft kiss.

Right now, she didn't want it soft, she needed 
everything fast and hard, so she ground her mouth up 
into his, practically sucking his tongue out of his 
mouth, jabbing and poking with her own. One of her hands 
had two fingers sliding up and down her slit, pausing to 
work on her clit with every upstroke. The other hand had 
one finger inside her hole, pounding in and out as fast 
as she could move it.

The tension was building quickly in her groin, and she 
felt it would only be a few more seconds before her 
release. Grunting, gasping, breathing hard through her 
nose, she kept the suction going to his mouth, unwilling 
to let him go when she was that close to the top.

Then it happened. She spasmed, moaning and whimpering 
into his mouth, shockwaves moving through her body, 
making her rock from side to side. Richard could feel it 
when her orgasm hit, her mouth opening wide, breaking 
the suction, tongue slowing down. He kept his mouth 
locked to hers all through the spasms, sucking at her, 
playing with her tongue, letting her breathe through his 
mouth. Gradually she subsided, her moans and whimpers 
dying down, her hands slowing and then stopping, his 
hands releasing her breasts.

He kept his mouth locked to hers, her breath coming only 
through him, her gasps and pants slowing down to more 
normal breathing. Finally, she wrapped her arms around 
his head, pressed her mouth hard against his for a 
second, and broke contact. She took several long, deep, 
shuddering breaths.

"That was good. Thank you."

He pulled her up to him, her head nestling into his 
shoulder. 

Pulling the covers over them both, he whispered into her 
ear. 

"Nap or breakfast?"

"Nasty person, making me choose. You get breakfast ready 
then come back."

"Okay." Richard got back up. Brenda whimpered a bit when 
she felt him move away, then wiggled a little deeper 
under the covers. She watched him put on his robe and 
leave, then closed her eyes.

***

Walking into the kitchen, Richard heard the shower start 
up. He wondered a bit at the length of time it took for 
them to actually start the water, then decided that 
whatever they were up to was none of his business.

Down in the kitchen, poking through the 'fridge and 
cupboards, he worked out what he had enough of to feed 
everybody. Toast, some bacon, a few sausages, pancake 
mix, eggs, orange juice, and milk. Plenty for now. Of 
course, with one (his sister), possibly two (thinking 
about upstairs), maybe three (listening to the squeals 
in the bathroom) extra mouths to feed, he'd certainly 
need to stock up.

As he worked on breakfast, the laughter in the shower 
died down, becoming quieter and harder to hear. Then he 
started to hear the odd loud moan or gasp. Those two 
certainly weren't being quiet or shy about what they 
were doing. They also succeeded in bringing his member 
to full attention, which distracted him quite a bit from 
his cooking.

A little while later, as he was laying out breakfast on 
the table, the bathroom door opened. The shower had 
stopped several minutes ago due to a lack of hot water 
(he'd checked), so he knew they'd be done shortly. Vicky 
came out first, hair wrapped in a towel, with another 
one wrapped around her body, covering her from her chest 
to upper thigh, leaving a lot of leg exposed.

Vicky saw him, winked, and blew him a kiss. Then she saw 
the food on the table. "Breakfast! Goody! I'm starved!"

Caitlin came out, wearing the same as Vicky, except that 
the towel barely covered her, going from her nipples to 
just below her crotch in front, and just barely covering 
her buns in the rear. She saw him, then saw breakfast on 
the table, and blushed. "I thought you were still 
upstairs in bed."

"No, I've been down here for a while, fixing breakfast. 
I heard the two of you working up a healthy appetite, so 
I made lots. I know I'm hungry, and I think Brenda is 
too."

She saw him glance down at the bottom of the towel and 
smiled a bit. She also saw the bulge in the front of his 
robe, and thought she knew what had caused it. "I guess 
you're going to have to get used to girls running around 
here, aren't you, big brother." With that, she 
deliberately sat down, giving him a good view of her 
legs, thighs, and hips, and glimpses of more every time 
she reached for something.

He sighed, heading for the stairs and Brenda. It *was* 
going to take a lot of getting used to. His sister had 
definitely *not* been like that when he was living at 
home. Mom would have had hysterics, and dad would 
probably have killed her. He thought he liked her better 
this way.

Seeing that Brenda was asleep, he sat softly on the bed, 
leaning over to nibble and kiss her neck and face. One 
hand snaked its way under the covers and began massaging 
and fondling a breast. She moaned, and slowly opened her 
eyes.

"Mornin' sleepyhead. Time for breakfast. Let's go, the 
food's getting cold already. And if you don't hurry, 
there won't be any left for you. Our sisters are down 
there right now, eating enough for all of us."

"Awright, okay, I'm coming. Don't I get a shower first? 
You promised."

"No shower until after breakfast, I'm afraid. Those two 
didn't leave us any hot water."

"They're up?"

"I thought I said that already. Mostly up. Not dressed 
yet, but up. It seems to be a come-as-you-are breakfast, 
so it doesn't much matter if you're dressed or not." She 
looked at him a little strangely. "They're both fresh 
out of the shower, wearing nothing but a smile and a 
towel, having great fun teasing me. You can stay up here 
if you want, but I'm hungry. See you downstairs."

Walking back into the kitchen, Richard saw that he'd 
been right. Both girls were definitely hungry, eating 
and chatting with each other. Caitlin hadn't bothered to 
adjust her towel, so he was still being treated to a 
peep show. He sat down and started to fill a plate for 
himself. "Brenda's awake, and should be down in a few 
minutes. That is, she will be if she woke up enough to 
be hungry."

A few minutes later, Brenda came down, wearing her 
nightie and a long robe. She gave Richard a quick kiss, 
sat down, and started in on her breakfast.

***

Long after the eating was done and everything was 
cleaned up, Vicky and Caitlin were sitting on the porch, 
enjoying the view and the sunshine. Brenda and Richard 
had gone off to pick up some groceries for lunch and 
dinner, after a short, rather unsatisfactory shower (due 
to a shortage of hot water), leaving the two of them 
alone.

They sat there for a while, not saying anything, just 
getting used to being with each other. Finally, Vicky 
broke the silence.

"Caitlin, who's Angie?"

Caitlin didn't answer right away, sitting there, staring 
out at the beach. After a long pause, she spoke.

"Where did you hear that name?"

"From you. Last night. The first time we did it. You 
were crying her name before we started. Is she your 
lover?"

Caitlin sat back, taking a few deep breaths, fighting 
down the feelings of loss and pain she knew were there. 
"Okay, so now I'm going to have a frank emotional talk 
with an eleven year old girl, one that I just met 
yesterday, who has already made love to me. I can handle 
it if I stay calm. Stay. Calm."

Taking a few deep breaths, she replied.

"She was my best friend, and my lover for a while."

"Did she die or something?"

"No, nothing that tragic, but sometimes it feels like 
it. Her father found us in bed together one evening 
while we were making love and had an absolute fit. He 
was going to call the police and have me arrested for 
seducing and raping his daughter."

"How old was she?"

"Fourteen, three years younger than me. She convinced 
her mother that I hadn't raped her or anything like 
that, but her father was determined that I wasn't going 
to ruin his daughter for life. His ultimatum was that I 
had to leave town and never see Angie again, or face 
charges." After a short pause, and a glance toward 
Vicky, who was still looking out over the beach, Caitlin 
continued. "The only people who know about this are 
Angie, her mother and father, Richard, and now you."

"It must hurt to go through something like that. I don't 
think I'd like her dad."

"Well, until that day, he was a pretty nice person. He 
just couldn't handle thinking of his daughter becoming a 
lesbian."

"A lesbian? Is that like what we are?"

"Maybe, maybe not. I'm not, and you probably aren't 
either."

"What is a lesbian then?"

"A lesbian is a woman who only loves other women, and 
won't or can't love a man. Some choose that lifestyle, 
some dislike or even hate men, and some say they are 
born to it."

"I don't think I am one then, 'cause someday I want to 
go out with boys and get married and have babies. When 
I'm older. Did you have any other lovers? I know you 
haven't done it with a guy yet."

"No, I haven't had any other lovers. And how do you know 
I haven't done it with a guy?"

Vicky grinned and looked at Caitlin. "'Cause you got a 
hymen. I felt it." Caitlin blushed and looked away.

"Okay miss smarty pants. Now it's your turn. How many 
other lovers have you had? And don't try and tell me I 
was the first. I haven't had much practice, but even I 
can tell you've done this a lot more than me."

It was Vicky's turn to blush and turn away. After a 
while she answered, speaking softly and quietly.

"Two. Only dad and Brenda know about them. Dad thinks I 
talked to mom about it, but I haven't. I think she knows 
now, and I'm probably in trouble."

"So why me and why now? Especially in front of 
everybody."

Vicky spent some more time thinking, staring over the 
beach.

"Donna moved away a couple of months ago, her dad got 
transferred at work or something. When she moved, I 
hurt. Dad and Brenda tried to help, but didn't know what 
I needed. After a while, it didn't hurt so much, but it 
never went away. I don't know too many people around 
here except the kids in school, and wouldn't dare talk 
to any of them 'cause they'd think I was weird."

Caitlin kept quiet, letting Vicky gather herself 
together, waiting for her to continue.

"When I saw Brenda yesterday morning, I knew she got 
someone, probably Richard. The hurt started coming back. 
It got worse all day. At supper, I decided. I knew you 
were Richard's sister, so you were probably okay, you 
were new, you didn't seem that upset about Richard and 
Brenda (mom didn't think I knew yet), and looking at 
Brenda got you hot. I could see it. I needed someone 
bad. I checked with Dad first, and he let me know it 
would be okay with him. So I went for you. I hope you're 
not mad."

Caitlin could almost hear the pleading, the need for 
acceptance in Vicky's voice. She could picture Angie 
going through the same thing, needing someone to hold on 
to. She was having a hard time holding back her tears, 
and knew she wouldn't be able to stop them for much 
longer.

"Vicky, I need a hug. Please?"

Vicky turned and climbed into Caitlin's lap. Both were 
crying, hanging on to each other, letting the tears wash 
away their pain. They were still holding each other when 
Mary stepped onto the porch.


Chapter 6

Mary and her husband Will had had a long talk that 
morning about their daughters Vicky and Brenda, but most 
of it was about Vicky, what she had hidden from her 
mother, how she had lied to her father and sister, and 
about her behaviour the previous evening.

Apparently, Vicky had been involved in a couple of 
heated sexual affairs without anyone knowing about it. 
Will found out about the second one after the other girl 
had moved away, and been told by Vicky about the first 
one. He'd found her in her room in the middle of a 
crying session, and she'd told him everything. She also 
said that she'd talked to Mom already, and told her the 
same as she'd told him, and that she'd get over it 
faster if nobody said anything about it anymore. 
Somewhere in the middle of their conversation, Brenda 
walked in on them, having overheard enough to realize 
what was going on, wanting to know the whole story and 
if she could help.

It ended with Will and Vicky both agreeing not to talk 
about her problems with anyone outside the family, and 
also agreeing not to mention or refer to those incidents 
where Vicky could hear. She said she'd get over it 
faster that way.

After listening to all that, Mary told her husband that 
Vicky had never said anything to her about it, ever, and 
why hadn't he talked to her about it. It turned out 
Vicky was somewhat to blame there as well. During the 
weeks following her confession to her father, she hung 
around the house a lot, and crawled into bed with them a 
few times. Since nothing was said about it, Will assumed 
that Mary did know what was going on, and was following 
the same instructions, not to mention it while Vicky was 
around. After that, other matters took on more 
importance, and the situation started sliding into the 
background. Vicky spoke with her father a few times, 
talking at length about how she felt, and how she 
thought she was getting over Donna. Vicky was her old 
self around the house, and wasn't having any more crying 
jags, so Will just let the matter slide. Until the 
previous night.

They both realized that Vicky had gone through a hard 
emotional time, and agreed that if Vicky and Caitlin hit 
it off, they wouldn't interfere with things too much, at 
least not right away. Vicky did need to be disciplined 
for lying, and a couple of weeks being grounded would 
probably be adequate. It would do for a punishment, and 
give Vicky and Caitlin some time to cool off.

Mary went over to Richard's place a little before lunch, 
to see what was happening, and to bring Vicky home for a 
long chat. When she got there, things were a little 
different than what she'd expected.

Vicky and Caitlin were still on the porch when Mary 
arrived. Caitlin was reclining, stretched out in the 
lounger, with Vicky curled up in her lap, head buried in 
Caitlin's shoulder. Caitlin had her head turned into 
Vicky's neck and shoulder as well, so you couldn't see 
either of their faces. It looked like they were necking, 
right there in the open.

Mary sat down in the other lounger, sitting upright, 
looking at the two girls. Listening carefully, she heard 
the odd muffled sob and a bit of sniffling.

"Vicky, is everything all right?" Vicky turned her head 
to look at her mother, letting her see both of their 
faces. They were both red-eyed, with streaks running 
down their cheeks. It looked like both had done some 
serious crying.

"I'm okay mom." She slid down a little lower on Caitlin, 
laying her head down on the bigger girl's chest, hugging 
her tight with both arms, looking at her mother, 
blinking away the last few tears. Caitlin, her arms 
still around Vicky, gave her a small squeeze.

"You both look terrible. What's the matter?"

When Vicky didn't answer, Caitlin did.

"We'll be okay in a little while. We've been talking. It 
seems Vicky and I have a few things in common. I take it 
you and your husband had a discussion about Vicky this 
morning?"

"Yes, but why would you be asking about that?"

"Like I said, we've both had some similar experiences. 
She told me a little bit about what's been happening in 
her life and what's going on right now, and I've told 
her a little bit about my past. We've been 
commiserating. So what have you decided to do about us?"

"What do you mean, 'do about us'?"

"Well, Vicky's already told me about how she lied to her 
Dad and Brenda. She knows she's in trouble for that, and 
expects to be punished for it. But what she's really 
worried about, and me as well, is what you're going to 
do about us, meaning me and Vicky."

Vicky was just lying there through all that, letting 
Caitlin do the talking, blinking back the tears, 
sniffling every once in a while, listening, and watching 
her mother.

"Well, Will and I had decided on something, but now I'm 
not too sure about what we'd planned. What I think I'd 
like is for Vicky (looking her daughter in the eye) to 
tell me the whole story, right from the start. Okay, 
Vicky? Ready to come home and tell me about it?"

"I'd rather stay here, Mom. I'd feel a lot better 
telling you about it here than at home right now." She 
and Caitlin both shifted a bit, making themselves a 
little more comfortable.

"All right, but let me get comfortable first." Mary 
stood and turned her lounger so it was partially facing 
the two girls. After stretching out, she looked at her 
daughter. "Okay then, I want to hear the whole story, 
right from the start, and don't leave anything out."

***

Vicky's story, edited, with many details filled in...

It started about a year ago, when Vicky was ten. Mom and 
dad were out for the night and weren't expected back 
until sometime the next afternoon. Their babysitter, a 
sixteen year old girl both parents had known for a few 
years, put each of the kids to bed and then curled up in 
their parents bed to sleep (the standard arrangement).

You couldn't really call Robyn pretty, let alone 
beautiful, but she was somewhat cute, with an air of 
innocence around her. She did make the best of what she 
had, keeping her light brown shoulder-length hair shiny, 
clean, and well done up, using only a little makeup, 
mostly to enhance her grey-blue eyes (her best feature), 
and making sure her pearly-whites were exactly that. She 
was fairly short at 4'11", and a little chubby. Her 
breasts were medium sized, about a 'B' cup, and fairly 
firm, considering her figure.

Sometime during the night a thunderstorm broke out. The 
repeated claps of thunder and flashes of lightning woke 
Vicky up and frightened her enough that she ran from her 
bed and crawled in with Robyn (the babysitter). Robyn 
tried to comfort Vicky, hugging her, petting her, and 
stroking her back. Eventually Vicky calmed down, but 
Robyn didn't stop the cuddling and petting. Vicky was 
enjoying it in a sleepy sort of way, so she didn't 
object when the touching became more intimate. Robyn 
worked on Vicky for quite some time that night, 
eventually bringing her to her first real orgasm. She 
went back to sleep lying in Robyn's arms, still being 
cuddled and caressed, and feeling very warm and cozy.

After that night, Vicky ended up in bed with Robyn every 
time Robyn babysat, usually two or three times each 
month. Robyn brought Vicky along slowly, never pushing, 
teaching her how to accept pleasure from another woman, 
and how to give it in return. Vicky, at age ten, had 
been brought into her sexuality.

Robyn introduced Donna to Vicky about six months after 
Vicky's first sexual encounter. 

Donna was a shy, quiet girl, still quite short (4'2") 
but starting to sprout and develop. Her hair was a dark 
honey-blond, kept short in almost a page-boy cut. Her 
face was very nice and well-proportioned, showing some 
of the beauty that would be hers when she grew older. 
Her body was also starting to develop some of the charms 
she would have later, with long, slender legs, delicate, 
expressive hands, breasts that were starting to come 
out, and the beginnings of a real figure, with a real 
waist, nicely developing hips, and a well-rounded 
bottom. The boys were beginning to notice.

Vicky's parents were both required to be out of town for 
the night, on rather sudden notice, and were having a 
hard time finding a sitter. Finally, after some fast 
negotiations, they managed to get Robyn, but with a 
compromise. Robyn was already committed to babysitting 
another couple's eleven-year-old daughter overnight, so 
it was agreed that Robyn would bring the other girl with 
her to sleep over, after everyone's parents had given 
their permission. Robyn herself had actually made the 
suggestion.

When Vicky found out that Robyn was going to babysit, 
but that another girl would be coming over as well, she 
got into a bit of a mood. Those special times with Robyn 
had become a very important part of Vicky's life. She 
didn't know if she'd get any time with her friend for 
their 'special' playing, because Donna would be sleeping 
in her parents' bed too.

That afternoon and evening were somewhat strained. Donna 
was a shy, withdrawn girl, quite unlike Vicky and 
Brenda, and didn't join in much with their playing and 
joking. Vicky was also feeling jealous of the way Donna 
and Robyn sometimes looked at each other. She recognized 
that look, because it was the same one her friend 
occasionally gave her. When putting the girls into their 
beds, Robyn whispered to Vicky "It's okay. You're 
welcome to sneak in later. We can still hug and cuddle. 
You'd like that, wouldn't you?" 

Feeling better, Vicky whispered back "Yes, please. I 
like hugs and cuddles."

A short while later, she was peeking into her parents' 
bedroom. Robyn was there, lying under the covers in the 
middle of the bed, with Donna snuggled up tight to one 
side, arm wrapped around Robyn's waist, head pillowed on 
the older girl's shoulder. Vicky was feeling a little 
jealous, and was very nervous about climbing into bed 
with the two of them.

Vicky saw Robyn look at her and wave for her to come in. 
When she saw Donna open her eyes, she saw a shy, rather 
inviting smile appear on the girl's face. Seeing that, 
she felt a little better about joining them for cuddles 
and jumped up into the bed. Worming her way under the 
covers, she snuggled up close to Robyn, resting her head 
on her friend's other shoulder, and putting an arm 
around her waist. When her arm touched Donna's, she felt 
something, almost like a small shock, run up her arm and 
down to her groin.

Vicky felt Robyn relax, and heard her give out a big 
sigh.

The older girl hugged both of them for a minute, then 
pulled them both up a little bit. "Donna, this is my 
special friend Vicky. Vicky, this is my special friend 
Donna."

Robyn then shocked Vicky by leaning over a bit to nuzzle 
and kiss with Donna, like lovers, like they did 
together. She was just as shocked when Robyn did that to 
her too, and she could see the surprise on Donna's face. 
And something else.

There was a sort of deep hunger growing in the young 
girl's eyes as she looked back at Vicky, something Vicky 
had never seen. It seemed to spark an electric shock 
deep inside the ten year old that ran right through her 
body. That was something she'd never felt before, 
either.

For some reason, Vicky couldn't seem to look away from 
Donna's eyes. They had captured her, and wouldn't let 
her go. She was a little scared of this, but was also 
thrilled, feeling a tension building up between them, 
running back and forth between their eyes, something 
that wasn't going to let either one of them free.

After what felt like hours, but was only a few seconds, 
Vicky saw Donna's hand reach up and start to caress 
Robyn's breast. With only a little hesitation, she 
copied those motions. Those eyes made it feel like they 
were caressing each other's breasts. Donna then smiled, 
letting Vicky know that this was what she was hoping 
for, and that Donna was now in control.

Watching carefully, she saw Donna lower her head and 
start kissing Robyn's cheek and neck, never breaking eye 
contact. Slowly and carefully she followed suit. Vicky 
could almost feel Donna's lips and tongue touching and 
caressing her own face.

After lifting her head again, Donna's hand disappeared 
under the covers, coming out again a few seconds later, 
pulling up the bottom of Robyn's negligee. Vicky felt 
her hand doing the same, almost by itself, hardly 
needing her when following Donna's lead. With some 
cooperation from the teenager, her negligee was 
eventually tossed to the side. This left the brunette's 
breasts exposed, something that Donna immediately took 
advantage of.

Vicky watched Donna licking and kissing Robyn's breast, 
sucking up the nipple and teasing it with her tongue and 
teeth. Hardly noticing, she was doing the same thing 
with the other breast. Her whole attention was focused 
on the hunger and desire she saw in Donna's eyes, and on 
the need being opened up within herself by those same 
eyes.

Deep inside her, she felt a fire erupt, running up to 
her nipples and down to her pussy, finally stopping in 
and igniting her small clit. This sent a wave of 
pleasure through her, causing her to shudder slightly.

As she watched, Donna's eyes narrowed for a second as 
that wave passed from Vicky to her, and ignited the same 
fires within her. Vicky smiled, knowing then that Donna 
was feeling exactly the same things she was, and they 
both knew it. Donna was now kissing her way down Robyn's 
side, over her hip, and down the outside of her leg, 
pushing the covers back as she went. Vicky was still 
copying her every move.

Robyn was watching this interplay between the two girls 
with fascination, tinged with some of her initial 
nervousness about bringing them together like this. She 
had hoped they'd become good friends, and it looked like 
things were going to be better than she thought they 
might. It was unsettling, though, the way the two of 
them were staring at each other, and the way Donna had 
taken charge, something she'd never done before.

When Donna got to Robyn's knee, she pulled it up and 
out, away from the other leg, leaving that teenage pussy 
open and inviting. She then kissed and nibbled her way 
down to Robyn's toes. Vicky, still staring into the 
girl's eyes, was with her all the way, unable to turn 
away from her gaze, still copying her every move.

For the first time since they started, Donna looked away 
from Vicky's eyes. They traced a line along the inside 
of Robyn's leg, from just below where Vicky was down to 
Robyn's waiting pussy. She looked back into Vicky's 
eyes, smiling a little, inviting, daring the girl to 
keep following her lead. Donna then turned away, moving 
herself in between those legs, nibbling and kissing her 
way up from Robyn's ankle, heading towards that damp, 
overheated slit.

Vicky couldn't resist the invitation. She quickly moved 
into the same position on the other leg and started 
kissing her way up as well. She could almost feel the 
satisfaction coming from Donna, as she felt Vicky move 
into position.

As they both moved closer to Robyn's center, Vicky 
occasionally felt a touch from Donna's shoulder or hip 
or thigh, each touch sending a thrill running through 
her body, setting off tiny shudders and gasps. Feeling 
and hearing these same things coming from Donna made it 
even more exciting, feeding back on itself, intensifying 
the reaction. Those touches became more and more 
frequent, lasting longer and longer, until Vicky's side 
was pressed up against Donna's, giving them both an 
almost continuous buzz.

She felt Donna's hand slide on top of hers. Not really 
knowing what to do, but not wanting the girl to move her 
hand away, Vicky curled her fingers up into those other 
fingers, intertwining with them, and hanging on.

Robyn was starting to feel a little frustrated by now. 
It was quite apparent, despite the fact that they were 
both playing with her body, that they were paying far 
more attention to each other than to her. 'Ah well,' she 
thought to herself, 'it's your own fault. You brought 
them together, you face the consequences. I just hope 
they get me off before they start in on each other.'

Eventually they were both almost at the point where her 
legs joined. Just before their cheeks touched, Vicky 
watched Donna slide up and over Robyn's leg, reversing 
her direction, almost moving into a sixty-nine position. 
Her chest was on Robyn's stomach, and she began to lick 
and nibble Robyn's mound and the upper portion of her 
dripping slot.

Vicky pushed Robyn's other leg up at the knee, wiggling 
her body underneath and, lying on her side, began to 
lick and kiss the bottom parts of that slit, nibbling 
her way up from the puckered little anus to just above 
the dripping hole, pausing long enough to dip in and lap 
up as much of that sweet nectar as she could. She then 
licked her way back down, tickling and tasting with the 
tip of her tongue.

Vicky felt a light touch on her calf. Someone's hand, 
probably Robyn's, was caressing her, slowly moving up 
the inside of her leg. She spread herself wide, suddenly 
wanting someone to do something with her pussy. As the 
hand moved higher, she moaned in anticipation, needing 
release from the tensions developing inside her. When 
that hand finally reached her aching slit, she whimpered 
a bit in relief. Hearing Donna's long, drawn-out groan, 
she was certain that another hand had finally reached 
her pussy as well.

All this tongue lashing was having an effect on Robyn. 
Vicky could feel the teen's muscles bunching and 
relaxing and her hips starting to jerk and twist. All of 
a sudden Robyn started to spasm, her climax hitting with 
little warning. Vicky licked and sucked at that juicy 
hole, lapping up all the creamy drippings, not wanting 
any to go to waste.

She left the last few drops on her tongue, pushing them 
high up Robyn's slit, wanting to share with the other 
girl. When Donna's tongue touched hers, Vicky almost 
climaxed on the spot, the electric thrill from that 
contact running through her body felt soooo delicious 
and intense. It was all too soon when Donna pulled back 
a bit to continue her assault on Robyn's clit.

That hand playing with Vicky's pussy was finally getting 
somewhere. There were ripples of pleasure running out 
from the finger moving in and out of her aching love-
hole, and the sweet sensations coming from her clit as 
it was being massaged sent tingles all through her body. 
It felt wonderful, but oh-so-slow! Right now she wanted 
it hard and fast, but no amount of wiggling or 
whimpering made any difference to the hand torturing her 
between her legs.

Moaning in frustration, she started tonguing and licking 
Robyn's hole with a fast, hard rhythm. She could feel 
her friend quickly working up to another climax, and 
then felt it hit as her tongue was grabbed and squeezed 
by Robyn's vaginal muscles. More juice started flowing, 
thicker and creamier than before. Vicky lapped up 
everything her tongue could reach, this time saving it 
in her mouth for sharing.

Sliding her tongue up higher, moving to Robyn's clit, 
she again felt Donna's tongue touch hers, with the same 
electric tingles running out from that contact to the 
rest of her body. Using her tongue, she began to spread 
the creamy nectar she'd saved in her mouth on and around 
Robyn's clit. Donna's tongue lapped up everything, then 
went travelling around again, on and in that pussy.

She could feel Robyn's body start to jerk and spasm as 
another wave of orgasm hit. This time, Vicky started 
working on the brunette's clit, sliding over and around 
Donna's tongue, which was doing the same thing, and 
driving Robyn over the edge again, and again. The hand 
working on her own pussy was jerking around almost 
randomly before it stopped altogether.

The two of them relentlessly attacked that defenseless 
little nubbin with their tongues, stopping only when 
they heard Robyn whimpering and moaning for them to 
stop, please, she couldn't take any more.

Vicky's head fell back onto the bed. She was breathing 
rapidly, still moaning softly, still needing release. 
She could hear Robyn gasping and panting for air, coming 
down from the intense orgasms she'd been put through. 
Suddenly there was a pair of lips on hers and a tongue 
forcing its way into her mouth, startling Vicky with the 
onslaught. She could still taste Robyn's flavors on that 
tongue, and it was absolutely delicious right then.

Wrapping an arm around Donna's head, Vicky returned the 
kiss with all the fire and passion she felt inside her, 
sliding her tongue into Donna's mouth, then trying to 
suck that other tongue into her throat.

A minute or two later, Vicky felt the hand in her gash 
start to move again, picking up the pace, quickly 
speeding up to a hard, steady rhythm, one she knew would 
set her off. Whimpering in anticipation, she could 
hear/feel Donna moaning through their kiss, probably 
receiving the same treatment herself.

When Vicky's first orgasm hit, it was sudden and hard. 
Her hips were jumping and thrusting, her legs closing 
and opening, pussy walls spasming and grabbing the 
finger in there. She felt none of that, lost in a haze 
of intense pleasure for those long, drawn-out seconds. 
Rolling through her like a wave, it started from her 
groin and washed into every muscle in her body, rising 
to a crest before allowing her to slide down towards 
normalcy. She tried to pull Donna tighter into their 
kiss, moaning and whimpering with pleasure and release. 
When it subsided, that need was still there, not quite 
as bad, but still almost desperately seeking release. 
Thank god that hand kept up its actions.

***

Next was Donna. Vicky could feel it. Donna almost 
managed to jerk her head back from their kiss, but Vicky 
held her tight. It was a hard one - she heard/felt Donna 
moaning, almost screaming, crying into her mouth, and 
could feel the shudders from Donna's release right 
through their kiss, setting off another orgasmic wave in 
her own body. This one was smaller, a short surge of 
pleasure through her entire being, leaving behind a 
tingling sensation.

All through this, that hand in her crotch kept up its 
relentless pounding action. Vicky craved it right now, 
wanting it to go faster and harder, she needed release 
again so bad it almost hurt.

This went on for a little while longer, Donna and Vicky 
setting each other off on major and minor climaxes. Just 
when Vicky felt like she couldn't take any more, Donna 
gave a final moan and shudder and rolled away from her. 
Vicky, whimpering, also rolled away, finally breaking 
contact with that relentless hand. Her arm was touching 
Vicky when she stopped, not wanting to break contact. 
That deep-seated need and desire inside her that Donna 
had brought to life was still there, but felt dull and 
distant, her body being too tired for anything more 
right now.

After a few minutes rest, she felt Robyn's hands on her 
body, pulling her up higher on the bed, breaking her 
contact with her new lover. Opening her eyes, she saw 
Robyn pull Donna up to her other side, laying her down 
to rest. When they were both settled, Donna touched her, 
reaching over top of Robyn. Vicky climbed over top of 
both girls, finally settling back into bed behind Donna, 
fitting herself to the girl's body spoon-style, wanting 
as much contact between them as she could get.

She felt Donna's shivers and heard her soft moans as 
their bodies came together. With her free arm, Vicky 
reached over to Robyn, pulling the three of them into a 
tighter embrace. Donna's hand covered her own, then she 
her fingers with Vicky's in a tight grasp. That's how 
they fell asleep.

Vicky was awakened very early in the morning by what 
felt like tickling on her feet. Donna was no longer in 
her arms, so she opened one eye. Robyn had rolled away a 
little during the night, over to the other side of the 
bed. Her new lover was nowhere to be seen. Then she felt 
the tickling on her feet again. Rolling over, she was 
suddenly face-to-foot with the blonde.

Feeling the licks and kisses running all over her feet 
and toes, Vicky began to return them, nibbling and 
sucking on Donna's toes. She then began to slide down 
the bed, along Donna's ankles, then her shins and knees, 
throwing back the covers to get at her thighs. Finally 
Vicky reached Donna's hairless mound.

This long, slow journey, feeling Donna's caresses, 
licks, kisses and nibbles the whole way, re-awakened 
that need in Vicky. She could feel it burning in her 
groin, as hot and strong as ever. When Donna's moist, 
cool tongue touched her mound, Vicky gasped and 
shivered, opening her legs up wide. She dove into 
Donna's hot, wet snatch, sucking and licking at all the 
cool, sweet nectar, driving Donna into an almost 
immediate climax.

When the waves of pleasure stopped rocking her body, 
Donna returned the favor, licking and sucking on Vicky's 
lower and inner lips and her clit, quickly pushing Vicky 
to the edge as well. Vicky felt it build quickly in her 
groin, growing and releasing so fast it was incredible. 
It felt like small tremors erupting all over her body, 
echoes of the small earthquake taking place wherever 
Donna's tongue was touching her.

Vicky could feel her body tiring quickly, not yet fully 
recovered from last night. She rested her head on 
Donna's thigh, wrapping her arms around Donna's waist to 
hold her close. She felt Donna copying her, doing the 
same thing, preparing for a long session of very tired 
lovemaking.

Using only her tongue, Vicky licked up and down Donna's 
slot, playing with and teasing her clit. It was 
surprising to Vicky how quickly and easily Donna slid up 
and into another orgasm. Pulling back her tongue to let 
her recover, Vicky closed her eyes and rested.

After a minute or two, Vicky felt Donna's tongue slide 
into her dripping snatch and start to tease and tickle 
her. Feeling completely relaxed, she just let the 
sensations build inside her. She was almost shocked when 
she felt herself sliding into another mild orgasm after 
what seemed like only a minute or two. It was so 
delicious, having it wash back and forth in her limp 
body, those sweet sensations tickling all through her 
without any of the intense release of those from last 
night.

When she recovered a bit, she tongued Donna into another 
mild orgasm, receiving another herself a few minutes 
later. This one was even softer, simply sliding in from 
nowhere, running electric tingles through her entire 
body, then sliding away again. It took so little effort, 
yet felt so good, she wanted to keep this up forever. 
Again, as soon as her breath was back, she started on 
Donna again.

It was almost like they were trading the same orgasm 
back and forth, using their tongues to pass it from one 
mouth into the other's sensitive and throbbing clit. 
Everything felt so nice right now, so warm, so 
comfortable, so perfectly wonderful. It was as though 
she and her new lover were halves of a perfect orgasmic 
whole, suddenly brought together. She completely lost 
herself in this wonderful new playtime.

After some time, and countless small climaxes, she felt 
hands trying to pull her away from Donna. She simply 
hung on tight to Donna's waist until the hands gave up. 
She wasn't ready to stop yet.

***

Robyn woke up very early the next morning and didn't 
feel either of the girls beside her. Opening her eyes, 
she looked over to see them both on the other side of 
the bed, covers thrown back, lying on their sides in a 
sixty-nine position. They each had their legs scissored 
apart, with their heads pillowed on each other's thigh, 
arms wrapped around each other's waists, mouths almost 
touching each other's pussies.

They seemed to be asleep, but as Robyn watched, Vicky's 
tongue slid into Donna's slot to tease and play with her 
clit. After a minute or two, Donna shuddered a bit, 
pulling her face into Vicky's crotch, moaning very 
quietly. After the shudders and moaning stopped, both 
leaned back slightly, resting, seeming to sleep again. A 
minute or so later, Donna's tongue slipped into Vicky's 
crack, repeating the performance Vicky'd just given, 
bringing Vicky to a small, shuddering orgasm. After a 
minute or two of rest, Vicky started again.

This had apparently been going on for some time, as both 
girls were covered with a thin film of perspiration. 
Both of their pussies were absolutely dripping with 
juices, and streaks of their cream and saliva ran down 
both sides of their thighs, leaving small wet patches on 
the bed under them.

After watching them both go through several mini-
orgasms, Robyn thought it was about time they separated 
and got some more real sleep. She tried to pull them 
apart, but all they did was grab on tighter, refusing to 
move or let go. Neither had opened their eyes.

Sighing a bit, Robyn gave up trying to stop them. 
Instead, she lay down behind Vicky, pulling the covers 
over them all, wrapping one arm around them both. Every 
few minutes she could feel one or the other of the girls 
shudder as another climax hit. She'd never heard of 
anyone being able to come this often, with what seemed 
to be very little stimulation. She gave up counting 
their orgasms after a while and fell back to sleep.

***

Later that morning, but still fairly early, Robyn woke 
again. The girls were in approximately the same 
positions, but this time they were definitely asleep. 
Their arms were relaxed, bodies twisted slightly, heads 
tilted to the side, mouths open, breathing softly and 
steadily. She smiled to herself, seeing them like this, 
knowing that they would be enjoying each others' company 
far more than their times with her. Without her help, 
though they would never had gotten together.

She decided she'd better have her talk with them now, 
while the three of them had some time and some privacy 
together. God only knew if a chance like this would come 
up again. She woke them by giving them each a long kiss, 
licking the insides of their lips and playing with their 
tongues, still tasting of the juices from their pussies. 
As they woke, they each responded to the kiss, playing 
with her tongue, sucking it deeper into their mouths.

Pulling them both up beside her, heads on pillows, she 
let them cuddle with each other and kiss quietly for a 
few minutes, caressing them both.

"Okay you two, you're going to have to break for a 
while. I need to talk with you both." Donna turned over, 
putting her back to Vicky, facing Robyn. She'd pulled 
Vicky's hand with her, and was now holding it between 
her breasts. Vicky pressed in tight, so she was touching 
Donna along their entire length.

"I've been hoping to get you two together for a while 
now, but didn't know how to do it, or how you two would 
react to each other. This was a real break for me, 
making it a lot easier, and it looks like you two are 
getting along very well." Both girls blushed, but Vicky 
gave Donna a kiss on the back of her neck. Donna 
squeezed Vicky's hand in reply.

"You see, this is probably the last time I'll be 
babysitting either of you." She listened to their 
protests for a few seconds before carrying on. "Yes, it 
will be the last time. You see, I've found a real job 
now, working in an office, and I'll be starting in two 
weeks. I've also got myself a steady boyfriend, one I 
think may be around for a long time. This means I won't 
have any more time for babysitting." She had a hard time 
continuing, looking at the tears in their eyes, and 
starting to cry a bit herself.

"This doesn't mean I don't love you both, because I do. 
It's just that I'm getting older and need to do other 
things in my life. You two are very special to me, and 
I'm going to miss you a whole lot. That's why I'm glad 
you are getting along so well. I know what it's like to 
be without a special friend, I had to go through it 
before. You'll have each other now, so it won't seem so 
bad when I'm not there anymore."

"I Know you both go to the same school, so you'll be 
able to meet and talk with each other whenever you want. 
One thing I thought you might do is to arrange regular 
sleep-overs at each other's houses, something your 
parents probably wouldn't mind. Well, what do you 
think?"

With that, all three girls started crying, hugging each 
other, telling them how much they'd miss each other.

After the crying had died down, Robyn said that it was 
time to get up and mobile. They did the usual things, 
showering, breakfast, and doing a lot of talking. Brenda 
was surprised when Vicky told her about Robyn's new job 
and new boyfriend, wondering how come Vicky knew about 
it before she did. They spent the rest of the day 
chatting and playing. Donna didn't seem nearly as shy as 
before, joining in with the conversations and laughing 
at the jokes. She seemed totally different from the shy 
little girl she'd been yesterday.

Donna and Vicky never did seem to become close friends 
at school. They'd decided it would be better to keep 
their relationship a secret. They met regularly after 
school, and slept over at each other's houses as often 
as they thought they could get away with. They enjoyed 
each other's company a great deal, over and above the 
physical pleasure they gave each other. Donna was one of 
the few really close friends Vicky'd ever had.

This all came to an end after only a few short months. 
Robyn's dad was transferred to a new office across the 
state, getting a promotion and a raise as incentive. It 
was a shock to Donna when her dad finally told her, and 
a bigger shock to Vicky when Donna told her she'd be 
moving away in a few weeks. They cried in each other's 
arms for a while, before deciding that it would probably 
be better if they didn't see each other for the last few 
weeks, knowing it would be too hard to hide their 
feelings from their friends and families.

Vicky had been hurting because of the loss of her 
special lover for more than two months before she found 
Caitlin.

***

Mary was having a hard time fighting back the tears.

"So how come you never told anyone about this?"

"Well, before, I thought you'd both be mad at me. Maybe 
you wouldn't let me see Robyn or Donna any more. After 
Donna left, I hurt a lot, and felt real sorry for not 
telling you. I knew you'd be mad when you found out, so 
I just didn't say anything. I'm sorry mom."

"It's okay, apology accepted. Just remember in the 
future that you should talk to us about these things. 
We're not meanies you know, we do understand how you 
feel. We love you and want to help however we can."

"Okay mom. Thanks."

"You realize of course that you're still going to be 
punished for lying to your father."

"Yes mom."

"We've already talked about it, and I think you should 
both hear what it is. Vicky, you're grounded for two 
weeks, starting tomorrow. That means the only time you 
step out of the house is to go to school. No going to 
friends houses, and no friends over either. Is that 
clear?"

Vicky started crying softly, hanging onto Caitlin.

Mary relented slightly. "Vicky, dear, I said you 
couldn't invite any friends over. I didn't say that your 
dad and I couldn't invite Richard or Caitlin over."

Vicky sniffled a bit, went over and climbed into her 
mother's lap.

"Thanks mom." She cuddled in her mother's arms for a 
while.


Chapter 7

Richard opened the door and looked around the porch. 
Vicky was there, sitting curled up in Mary's lap in one 
chair, while Caitlin was stretched out in another chair. 
All three had been crying, that was obvious.

"Lunch is ready, if anyone's interested."

He got two nods and a subdued uh-huh for a reply.

He returned to the kitchen, where Brenda was still 
wearing a frown. Lunch, consisting of fresh deli buns, 
corned beef, ham, salami, swiss and cheddar cheeses, and 
various drinks, was ready.

"Come on, Brenda, quit pouting. I'll pick some up next 
time I'm shopping. I promise! I've never seen anyone put 
on such a display over a little thing." Richard couldn't 
help chuckling.

"Don't laugh at me! It's not funny! I mean, how can you 
possibly survive without it? Isn't there a law somewhere 
that you gotta have ketchup in the fridge? If there 
isn't, I'll make one!"

"I think you're being more than a little silly. Don't 
you think so too?"

She grinned. "I guess. I just can't believe there's 
anyone that doesn't have ketchup. Whaddaya do when you 
eat hot dogs?"

"I use relish and onion."

"Eeew. Onion? I'm never gonna kiss you after you've had 
a hot dog."

"Why don't you head home and get some? While you're 
there, invite your dad over for lunch. Your mom's 
already here, so he's probably feeling abandoned."

"Okay!" She ran off.

***

Lunch was quiet, without much talking. Vicky, Caitlin 
and Mary were still feeling the after-effects of their 
morning chat. Richard, Brenda, and Will talked a bit 
about Richard's job, the classes he was still taking, 
Will's work, and a bit about Brenda's schoolwork.

After lunch, Richard insisted everyone was to come back 
for dinner. He'd picked up some steaks, and they'd have 
a nice barbecue to finish off the weekend. It was 
agreed, barbecue at six, especially since they all 
needed to do some serious talking as well. Mary told 
everyone about Vicky's grounding, saying that if they 
needed to know why, they could ask Vicky.

After lunch, Mary and Will went home (next door, such a 
long trip), Brenda stayed and helped Richard clean up, 
and Vicky and Caitlin seemingly disappeared.

When they were done, Richard asked Brenda. "Any idea 
where our sisters have gotten to?"

Brenda laughed. "Richard, think. They're new lovers. 
This is their, uh, second day together? Last one for two 
weeks. Where would you be, down at the supermarket?"

"Ouch! You got me on that one. Just remember, I'm not as 
young as you. It'll take me some time to get used to 
this. A few days ago I still thought you three were 
sweet innocent little kids. Now I know better. You're 
all horny little she-devils in disguise!"

"Right. And don't you forget it! Now then, we've got 
oodles of time before supper, and I'm not gonna waste it 
either! Besides, you still owe me a nice shower. Come 
on, and don't you dare make a fuss!"

When they got to the top of the stairs, they could both 
hear the moans and whimpers coming from Caitlin's room, 
at the end of the hall.

"It looks like our sisters have a head start on us. 
Wanna go peek?"

"Brenda!"

"Spoilsport." Brenda followed Richard to his bedroom, 
then turned and ran down the hall.

Richard turned when he heard her footsteps. "Brenda! 
No!" he said in a loud whisper.

She ignored him and opened the door to Caitlin's room. 
"Okay you two. Remember, it's mine and Richard's turn 
for a shower. You get the leftovers." It was an 
interesting view. Caitlin was spread-eagled on the bed, 
hands grabbing at the top corners, knees bent, with 
thighs wide open. Her eyes were open, but glazed over 
and unfocused. Vicky's face was buried deep in her 
crotch, moving up and down very quickly. Caitlin didn't 
notice Brenda, but Vicky looked up at her sister, her 
face wet, glistening with Bec's juices. She smiled and 
nodded.

Turning back toward Richard, she shut the door. The 
noises in the room, silenced for a few seconds, started 
up again.

"See, they hardly noticed."

"That's supposed to be something private! No spectators. 
Now promise me you won't do it again."

"Nope, can't promise that." 

"Brenda, please!"

"All right. How about this then. I promise if either of 
them tells me to get out and stay out, I will. I won't 
do it again. And you can tell them both about my 
promise. Will that do?"

"That's not the same thing. I don't like the idea of you 
just peeking in on them whenever you feel like it. 
Besides, it might give them ideas. What if one of them 
decided to look in on us when we're... uh... doing... 
whatever."

Brenda smiled, very seductively at Richard. "That might 
be fun. I've given you my promise, and that's as good as 
it gets. It works both ways. If they tell me to stay out 
of their room, then they have to stay out of our room. 
Okay?"

"I guess."

"Now, you just stand there and don't move a muscle!"

Richard watched as she turned up the heat (again?) and 
walked back toward him, wiggling her hips. She wrapped 
her arms around him and gave him a hug. When he went to 
put his arms around her, she hissed at him "Don't you 
dare move until I tell you to!" He dropped his arms back 
by his sides.

She began by slowly sliding down his front. When her 
head reached his crotch, she nuzzled him with her face, 
outlining his hardening cock with her nose and her chin. 
Undoing his shoes, she tugged up on one leg. "Lift." He 
obediently lifted that leg, putting one hand on her head 
for balance. When she'd stripped off his shoe and sock, 
she had him lift the other leg, repeating the 
performance.

For a few minutes, she caressed his feet, playing with 
each toe, massaging his ankles, and running her hands 
partway up his calves. Sliding back up his body, she 
paused for a moment to nuzzle his now fully-hardened 
member. Reaching up over her head, she undid his belt.

Standing up straight, she slowly pulled his shirt up and 
out from his pants. Undoing the bottom couple of 
buttons, she slipped her arms inside his shirt and ran 
her hands around his lower stomach, sides, and back. 
Pulling her arms out, she undid the next button, sliding 
her arms back inside for more caresses, only slightly 
higher than the time before.

Richard's breathing was getting heavy. Brenda's caresses 
felt like feather touches on his skin, so light and so 
cool, but where she touched, his skin burned. He could 
feel that heat burning inward, centering on his groin, 
building up pressure oh so slowly. The bulge in the 
front of his pants was getting bigger and starting to 
get uncomfortable.

She took an agonizingly long time to remove his shirt, 
finally sliding it down his arms and off his wrists. She 
paused to suck every fingertip on each of his hands. 
Reaching up, she teased and tickled his nipples, 
stopping to nibble and lick one of them.

Electric shocks were running from his nipples to his 
groin, each time she licked or pinched one. He still had 
his pants and shorts on, but he felt like he was close 
to climaxing. He moaned. "God, you're making me hot! 
Much more, and I'll be cumming in my pants!"

"Don't you dare. I've got something else in mind for 
that."

To Richard's relief, she did stop playing with his 
nipples. Walking around behind him, she started stroking 
and touching his back, using the tips of her fingers, 
trying to memorize every bump, every groove, every 
muscle and bone there, seeing where he was sensitive. He 
tried very hard to control himself, especially when she 
found the ticklish spots.

Once she was satisfied with his back, she moved around 
to the front. Lowering herself down, she once again 
nuzzled his groin, massaging his aching, hardened cock. 
Richard groaned. She was definitely getting to him. 
Undoing his pants and pulling down the zipper, she slid 
her thumbs under his belt, one on either side, and 
reached around behind him, loosening his pants on the 
way.

Reaching as far around him as she could, she held him in 
a tight hug, cheek resting against his stomach, just 
above his crotch. Knees bending, she began to tug and 
pull his pants down, not releasing her hug, head still 
pressed against him. As his pants went down, so did she. 
Over top of his cock, past his balls, down his thighs to 
his knees, until she was sitting on the floor. Pulling 
on one leg, she said "Up."

Still being obedient, he lifted one leg, then the other. 
His pants joined his shirt, shoes and socks in a pile. 
Seated on the floor, Brenda looked up at Richard. All he 
could see were her big, green, lust-filled eyes looking 
back at him. His cock felt huge and swollen, ready to 
burst, and neither one of them were undressed yet!

He felt a tug on his shorts. Still staring into his 
eyes, Brenda had her hands fastened to the leg bands of 
his jockeys, one on either side, and was pulling them 
down. They went down easily until the front got hung up 
on his cock. It was so hard, it wouldn't pop out of the 
top. He moved his hand to try and release his prick, but 
stopped when she whispered "Don't move."

She got up onto her knees, so her head was right at his 
crotch. Pulling out the waistband of his shorts with one 
hand, she reached in to grab his cock with the other. As 
soon as her hand touched it, he jumped, and his whole 
body shivered for a second. The room was hot and he was 
perspiring freely, but her touch still felt cool. She 
lifted his member out of his shorts and licked the tip 
with a slight flick of her tongue.

"GOD! Brenda, do that again and I'll be coming in your 
face. I'm that close."

Smiling, she walked behind him again and pulled his 
shorts to his ankles. "Step out." He did. Picking up his 
shorts in one hand, she slid her other hand up the 
inside of his leg, from the ankle, up his calf, past his 
knee, up the inner thigh, and then reached through to 
cup his balls in her palm.

He was shivering and sweating as her hand got higher and 
higher. When she touched his thigh, he jumped again. 
When he realized where her hand was going, he tried to 
push himself up, getting on tiptoe to try and get away 
from her hand. When she touched his balls, he jumped 
again, letting out a strangled gasp.

As she fondled his balls, he slowly sank back down onto 
his feet, knees spreading slightly, moaning. "No more. 
Please! I'll explode if you don't stop! Brenda, please!"

With a sigh, she released him, but her hand caressed his 
crotch, from under his balls, all the way to the top of 
his ass crack, before breaking contact. That brought 
more moans. Richard's breathing was erratic. He couldn't 
remember the last time he was so worked up. His balls 
were hard and starting to ache, and his insides felt 
like they were on fire. 

"Okay, now it's my turn. Step back and face the bed. 
Don't move, and don't say anything, unless you can't 
help cumming."

Richard was now about six feet from the bed, with a 
clear view of what Brenda was about to do. She stood 
just in front of him, facing him. Putting her hands up 
behind her head, she stretched, long and liquid as a 
cat, arching her back, twisting one leg then the other, 
arms moving up and out, then down to her sides, and 
ended by hugging herself, squeezing in each thigh 
alternately.

"Remember, no talking, no touching."

Slowly, lazily, she began unbuttoning her blouse. A 
single button at a time. His eyes watched carefully. His 
cock jerked every time one came undone. After the last 
button was loose, she pulled her blouse open, at the 
same time turning her back to him. He only caught a 
glimpse of her bra-covered mounds. To Richard, it looked 
like she caressed her blouse off each shoulder. It slid 
down her arms, and she caught it in her hands behind her 
back. Using one hand, keeping her back to Richard, she 
daintily held out her arm and dropped the blouse on top 
of the growing pile of clothes. Next came her bra. 
Unclasping it, she shrugged it off her shoulders, 
catching it on her breasts. It was also carefully 
dropped onto the pile.

Using both hands, she massaged and kneaded her breasts, 
playing with the nipples with her thumbs.

"Ahhhh. Ooooo, that feels good." Without noticing it, 
her thighs clenched. "I wish it were your hands and 
tongue doing this right now." Her hands slid down from 
her breasts, down her stomach, and over her groin to her 
thighs. Oooing, she let them slid around to the back of 
her legs, then up under her skirt to her panty-covered 
bottom. He watched her hands massaging her hips and ass, 
showing off, hips rotating slowly in time to the 
movement of her hands.

Richard groaned and slitted his eyes, hardly able to 
stand it as he watched her thumbs hook the elastic of 
her panties and pull them down off her ass. She 
continued her slow grind and massage, seemingly 
oblivious to the moans coming from behind her.

Sighing, she stopped the massage. She dropped her 
panties to her ankles and kicked them towards the 
clothes pile, followed quickly by her dress. After 
another stretch, and some more groans from Richard, she 
leaned over, bent at the waist, to undo her shoes.

He was having trouble breathing properly. Bent over like 
that, he could see everything clearly, her ass, her 
puckered little nether hole, her pussy, all the little 
beads of dew around the lips, crack glistening, red and 
moist, her breasts bobbing up and down, trying to hide 
behind her knees, and her little brown nipples, hard and 
puckered, occasionally grazing a leg.

Kicking her shoes off towards a corner, she stood up and 
stretched again. Richard let out a whimper.

Lazily, keeping her legs straight and her feet on the 
floor, Brenda oozed out onto the bed. Resting her head 
on her forearms, she spread her legs, arched her back, 
and began a slow grind of her hips.

"So, do you like the view?"

It took all his self-control to stop himself from 
grabbing her hips and jamming his cock as far down into 
her cunt as it would go. His balls were aching, his cock 
ready to explode, his insides knotted with lust and 
desire, and she was waving that delicious ass and cunt 
around in front of him in such an inviting manner he 
almost couldn't help himself.

"Yes" was all he could force out.

"You do have a lot of self control. You've been very 
patient, now it's time for your reward." She pulled a 
pillow down a few feet from the top of the bed. Patting 
it, she said "lay down here." He did, with his feet 
hanging over the end of the bed. He was still watching 
her.

"Let's see if I'm ready yet." She moistened one finger 
by licking and sucking on it. Watching Richard, she 
moved that finger down in front of her body until she 
reached her pussy. Using the other hand to spread her 
lips apart, she slid the finger in deep.

Her eyes snapped shut, her head jerked back, knees 
turned in, thighs locked together, and she gasped. 
Leaving her finger in place without moving it, she took 
several long, shuddering breaths. When her voice came 
back, she said "Steaming hot, soaking wet, very 
sensitive. I think I'm ready."

"Okay, spread your legs a bit. Arms straight out to the 
sides. Keep them there. Remember, don't move, don't 
touch." Richard complied.

Brenda climbed up on the bed, then straddled his chest, 
facing his crotch. "Remember, no touching no moving." 
She leaned over until she was resting on her knees and 
elbows. Her cunt was only inches from Richard's face, 
lips engorged, glowing pink and shiny, open and letting 
him see everything. Her tiny clit was swollen and red-
looking, her inner lips spread slightly. He could see 
inside her, and he watched her vaginal muscles 
rhythmically contract and open. He couldn't help 
himself. He blew on her pussy, very lightly.

Her thighs clenched and she whimpered. "Richard, don't, 
or I'll cum. And if I cum first, I won't let you cum. So 
stop it."

"Okay. Just remember, I'm almost there. It won't take 
much for me to explode now."

Brenda licked the head of his cock, moistening it. His 
entire body jumped at the contact. She sucked as much of 
his cock as would fit into her mouth, then began a slow 
pumping action, bobbing her head up and down. Richard 
whimpered, it felt so good. He got that familiar feeling 
inside, knowing it would only be seconds before he came.

"God, I'm close."

It built quickly, with that steady suction on his cock, 
and the sight and smell of her pussy in his face driving 
him up fast. Suddenly, with little warning, he was 
there.

"Oh god. I'm there. I'm gonna cum. God, yes! 
AAAAUUGGGGGGG!!!!" Richard screamed, emptying his lungs. 
Sucking in more air, all he could do was sob and gasp.

Just when he was about to squirt, when he thought she'd 
pull off and watch him cum, she swallowed him, right to 
the balls. He couldn't stop it, he couldn't pull back. 
He lost control. His hips started jerking up and down, 
pumping his cock in and out of her throat, pushing deep 
for every pulse, each squirt of juice. She kept her 
mouth and throat open, swallowing repeatedly, taking in 
everything, milking his cock of every drop.

He was still pumping deep in her throat when Brenda 
heard the door open. Two worried-looking faces peered 
in, Vicky and Caitlin, both naked. Brenda lifted the 
corners of her lips in a bit of a smile, pulled back a 
bit so she could breathe again, and winked at them. She 
kept his cock in her mouth, sucking hard, head bobbing 
up and down.

When they opened the door, the first thing that hit them 
was a wave of damp heat. Peering around the door, they 
saw Richard spread-eagled on the bed, hips thrusting, 
his entire body writhing with the sensations. Brenda was 
sprawled face-down on top of him with his cock buried in 
her throat, pumping in and out like crazy. Both were 
dripping with sweat, and Brenda's stockings were soaked 
through in places. It was a scene of utter depravity. 
They backed out and shut the door, realizing that nobody 
was actually dying. Looking at each other for a few 
seconds, they both smiled and ran for Caitlin's bedroom.

Brenda waited for Richard to recover somewhat, still 
nursing on his cock. His hips finally slowed, then 
stopped, his body quit shaking, and his breathing became 
more even, changing to deep regular breaths rather than 
pants and gasps. She knew he was back when she heard him 
moan "Oh God".

Her turn. Sliding backwards, she jammed her twat against 
his face, covering his mouth and chin. "Do me! Eat me! 
Lick my pussy! Don't stop until I say so!" She started 
to grind her hips, sliding her pussy around on his face. 
She was hot, too, and needed to get off badly, wanting 
his attentions, unable to wait for him to fully recover.

Richard wasn't quite back into the real world. He heard 
Brenda, but what she said hadn't registered. He did 
understand that the crotch being mashed into his face 
needed some attention.

Richard stuck out his tongue and licked, starting from 
her mound, and continuing all the way back to her 
puckered rear hole. Brenda shivered, talking fast and 
high. "Oh! Oh! Yessssss! Do it! Make me cum! 
Pleeeeeaaaaase!" On the third lick, her body bucked, 
tensing all over. He could feel her muscles contracting 
in waves. The next lick pushed her over. She grabbed his 
hips, burying her face in his stomach, and screamed. He 
kept licking her right through her orgasm, slowing as 
she came down. Her voice was high, squeaky and faint, 
but could still be heard. "Oh! Oh my! Oh! Oh yes. Don't 
you dare stop!"

He grinned when he heard that. He was back in control of 
himself. If she wanted to get off big time, he'd do his 
part.

Paying much more attention, he picked up the pace again. 
Still licking in long strokes, he started making little 
detours, around her clit, up and over her pussy lips, 
then dipping into her hole for a taste of her 
secretions. She was sopping wet, and he lapped up 
everything his tongue could reach.

Pausing for a second, he darted his tongue in and out of 
her hole really fast, getting another gasp from her, 
then sucked her pussy lips into his mouth. Sticking his 
tongue out between them, he flicked at her clit with its 
tip. When he felt her gasping for air, he moistened one 
finger and slid it into her twat to the second knuckle. 
He felt her vagina spasm and grab his finger, then 
slowly relax. She was breathing hard. He began to finger 
fuck her, setting up a fast, hard pace, smacking her ass 
lightly with his palm each time his finger went in.

Letting her pussy lips slide out of his mouth, he 
wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked gently, 
licking at its tip. Still only a tiny nub, it didn't 
come out far. He kept this up, alternating sucking her 
clit with running his tongue around it and up and down 
her slot.

When she came again, sobbing and crying into his 
stomach, he never slowed down. He kept at it, continuing 
to slide his finger in and out even when her twat tried 
to grab it and pull it inside.

Richard didn't know how long she could keep that up. 
Hell, he didn't know how long HE could keep it up. His 
tongue was starting to get tired and his arm was a 
little sore. But he wasn't about to stop. Despite his 
recent mind-numbing orgasm, he was getting hard again.

"Ooooo yes please again! Make me come again! Please! 
Yes! I'm gonna.. I'm gonna .. I'm cumming! Aaiiiiii!"

Richard gasped in surprise. She'd seen his erection 
somehow, and stuffed it into her mouth. Pushing her 
front up with her hands, leaving her pussy attached to 
his face, she began to bob her head up and down on his 
prick. Sucking hard, she was determined to get every 
last squirt out of him before she collapsed, no matter 
how often he made her come. She couldn't deep-throat him 
from that angle, but that didn't matter right then.

Feeling that, he sensed what she was trying to do. 
Having just emptied his balls, he knew he could outlast 
her easily. His pace slowed, bringing her to the edge 
but not letting her go over. He'd give her a few more 
orgasms before he was ready, but spaced out, giving her 
some time to recover in between.

That was a learning experience for him too. He was 
learning how she reacted, where she was most sensitive, 
and the signals she gave off just before cumming and as 
she was cumming. He wanted to push her over the edge at 
the same time he was ready to blow.

During that time, the door opened again, just a little. 
Two sets of eyes peered in. Richard never noticed. 
Brenda noticed, but didn't care. She came twice more 
before Richard felt he couldn't hold out any longer. The 
first time, she slipped over before he realized what was 
happening. The second time, he did it on purpose, to see 
how much it would take to drive her over. Not much, at 
that point.

Feeling his insides ready to pop again, he pushed Brenda 
right to the edge, his tired tongue and lips savaging 
her raw and swollen clit, his arm leaden and painful, 
but still pumping fast. Her clit was sore, her pussy was 
sore, her arms hurt, her neck ached, her lips felt 
chapped, but she knew she needed one more big one, and 
sensed he was getting close too.

He felt himself letting loose, so he sucked her clit 
into his mouth and ran his tongue all over it, rubbing 
it hard, pushing her into a final mind-numbing orgasm. 
It shot through her, locking up her body, all except for 
her head, which was still bobbing up and down on his 
cock. She screamed onto his prick when her release hit, 
washing over her body, wracking her with spasms. She 
stopped screaming and started swallowing when he filled 
her mouth with his cream.

She kept cumming, bobbing her head, sucking the juice 
out of him and swallowing it all. Finally, after she had 
vacuumed out every drop of liquid, she collapsed, 
pulling her sore little pussy away from his face, still 
shuddering and moaning, her orgasm just ending.

Neither one heard the door shut, or the feet run down 
the hallway.

Vicky and Caitlin had been watching their siblings for a 
while, playing in each other's pussy's. Both had 
climaxed once while watching the other two, and both 
were close to another. When the show was over, Caitlin 
closed the door as quietly as she could, and both ran 
back to her bedroom. Vicky left their door open a little 
(on purpose). They climbed back onto the bed, into a 
sixty-nine position, and began to ravage one another. 
Watching one's brother and the other's sister go at it 
for that long and at that intensity had really fired up 
those girls. Dinner was only a couple of hours away. To 
them, it hardly felt like enough time to finish what 
they had started.

Brenda and Richard never moved for about half an hour, 
slowly recovering, getting their breath back, letting 
some life flow into tired muscles. Both were still 
sweating profusely from the heat in the room, but 
neither had the strength to get up.

Finally, Brenda opened her eyes. The first thing she saw 
was Richard's crotch, his cock limp and lifeless, with a 
couple of drops of cum on his belly. She licked one up. 
"Yech." 

Richard groaned. "What?"

"Oh, nothin'. It just doesn't taste the same."

After a couple of minutes. "What doesn't taste the 
same?"

Another pause. "Your semen."

A shorter pause. "It doesn't? From when?"

Just a deep breath. "From when we just finished, and you 
came in my mouth."

Again a deep breath. "What's different?"

Several deep breaths. "Almost every time I tasted it, it 
tasted pretty icky, sort-of sour and a bit bitter. Not 
too good. Just now, I tasted a leftover drip from your 
last cum and it tasted pretty bad too."

"But, last time you came in my mouth, when I was cumming 
and all worked up, it tasted wonderful, perfect. It's 
kinda hard to explain. I knew you were squirting in my 
mouth, but I didn't care. It was delicious. I couldn't 
get enough. I kept sucking 'til there wasn't any more, 
but I wanted more. Weird, huh?"

"I'll believe you. I guess when you're hot and bothered, 
and really want it, you don't notice the taste. Anyway, 
I think we should get mobile. I don't know about you, 
but just lying here sweating is draining me. A nice long 
shower would do wonders. You interested?"

"You go ahead. I'll be down soon. Leave the door 
unlocked and I'll come in."

"Okay." Richard put on his robe and went out into the 
hallway. 

Noticing Caitlin's door was open, he went over and 
peeked in.

Caitlin and Vicky were both resting up, in between 
bouts, eyes closed, breathing deeply and steadily. Vicky 
was lying on her back, head on Caitlin's arm, arms and 
legs splayed. Caitlin was on her side, lying partly over 
top of Vicky, shielding her from view. One leg was 
draped over Vicky's thigh, lying between her legs. One 
arm was pillowing Vicky's head, the other was caught 
between them, fondling one of Vicky's breasts.

Richard had an excellent south/back view of his naked 
sister (this wasn't nude, this was nekkid) from just to 
the left of the foot of her bed. She had a perfect ass 
and a very nice looking pussy, without much hair to get 
in the way. His balls started twitching, even though he 
would have sworn he couldn't cum again for a week. After 
taking a good long look, he pulled himself away from the 
door with an effort and headed downstairs for a shower. 
He never noticed Brenda watching him through their 
partly open doorway.

When Richard went downstairs, Brenda got busy. She was 
walking slowly and a bit awkwardly. Her pussy was sore, 
her clit was swollen, tender, and a bit painful, and 
every muscle in her body seemed tired and limp. She felt 
wonderful.

She turned down the heat and opened the window to air 
out the room. The top covers of the bed were pulled off 
and left in a pile on the floor. They'd been soaked 
through with sweat and were damp. Walking into the 
bathroom, still quite naked, she grabbed a towel and 
started wiping the sweat off her body. From the bathroom 
she walked straight into Caitlin's room and plopped her 
bottom on the bed. Both girls rolled over and looked at 
her, Caitlin too tired to be shy or bashful, Vicky 
unconcerned. Brenda still blushed a little when Caitlin 
ran her eyes all over her body.

"Well? Did you two enjoy the show? You watched us long 
enough."

Caitlin blushed. "God, I can't believe I let Vicky talk 
me into doing that! It's sinful, it's immoral, it's 
totally wrong, hell, it's even impolite!"

"Did it get you hot?"

"Did it ever! I'm getting creamy again just thinking 
about it! Ahhh, yesss!!!"

Caitlin closed her eyes, lowered her head to the bed, 
and raised one leg. Somehow, Vicky had managed to get 
her hand between Caitlin's legs and was pumping a finger 
in and out of her pussy.

"Ooooh, yes I know you're watching we shouldn't be doing 
this but it feels so good I can't stop. Please Vicky, no 
more right now. Please. I need some rest first."

Vicky pulled her hand away, and Caitlin melted back down 
onto the bed.

"I know I like to watch and Vicky likes to watch. It 
sure looks like you got hot watching too, Caitlin. I'd 
take bets on Richard liking to watch, since he took a 
real long look in here a minute ago."

Caitlin's hand automatically started pulling up the 
sheets to try and cover herself. Brenda's hand stopped 
her.

"Relax. He's already seen everything you've got."

"But he's not supposed to see me. He's my brother!"

Vicky cut in. "And she's my sister. That didn't stop us 
from watchin', did it? And it got you really hot."

"God, yes."

"Well, be careful. He got a bit strange when I peeked in 
on you two a while ago."

"When was that?" from Caitlin

"When I said it's our turn for the shower. I guess you 
were kinda busy at the time, and, well, never noticed."

"You did?"

"Yes she did. I was here. I heard her."

"Yep. I did. So be careful if you're peeking. Richard 
might freak. I gotta go, Richard's started the shower. 
I'm not gonna miss out again!"

"Brenda, what the hell did you do to my brother, anyway. 
He sounded like he was dying!"

"Well, it's like this. I got him really, really worked 
up, and then when he was ready, I surprised him. That's 
all. I think he liked it."

"If you're gonna surprise him like that again, warn us 
first, okay?"

"Anytime I got him alone, I might surprise him. You're 
warned. I gotta run now! Bye!" Brenda left the door open 
a crack on her way out. Vicky wouldn't let Caitlin up to 
close it, either.

***

Richard spent some time downstairs, puttering around, 
waiting for Brenda. He grabbed several fresh towels 
(need to do laundry), a fresh bar of soap (need more 
too) and checked the hair supplies (would soon need more 
shampoo and conditioner).

Finally, tired of waiting, he started the shower and 
stepped in. The hot water felt really good on his tired 
body, steaming away the sweat, massaging his skin, 
warming his overworked muscles. He was still standing 
there, leaning against the wall, letting the water wash 
over him, when Brenda slipped in.

Moving under the spray, she wet down her hair and rinsed 
her face and neck. That done, she leaned back against 
Richard, positioning herself so his cock ran down the 
crack of her bottom. It felt right.

Putting his arms around her, he gave her a hug, leaving 
his arms crossed on her stomach. She pulled his hands up 
and placed them on her breasts. They automatically 
started to squeeze and fondle, playing with her nipples. 
Brenda rubbed her ass up and down his cock a couple of 
times.

"God, Brenda, don't you ever get enough?"

"I've had plenty. This just feels soooo good. My titties 
feel lonely 'cause you didn't play with them much today. 
Just keep doing it." Her bottom started sliding up and 
down the length of his cock again. A little while later 
it took notice of what was happening, and Richard 
started to get hard.

"Enough, you little minx. We'd better finish showering 
or we'll be out of hot water again." She moaned her 
displeasure at him as he pushed her up straight.

They did everything to each other. Washed each other's 
hair (Richard had to sit down for Vicky to reach 
properly), soaped each other up, rinsed each other off, 
then towelled each other dry.

Vicky wrapped herself in one of the smaller towels. It 
covered her from her nipples to just below the crotch, 
and barely reached all the way around. She tucked it in 
below her left arm. That left a shifting slit up her 
left side from her hip to her breast.

She also wrapped Richard up in a towel, saying his robe 
was too smelly and sweaty to put back on. In the 
kitchen, she grabbed herself a glass of juice and sat 
down. The towel almost fell open, of course. The front 
sat puddled in her lap, barely concealing her pubescent 
snatch, while the back of the towel fell against the 
chair, revealing a broad expanse of skin from her thigh 
right up to just below her breast.

"Y'know, you're a bigger tease than either of our 
sisters."

She grabbed him by the towel and pulled. Rather than 
risk losing it, he let her pull him in.

"C'mere. Kiss me." He did. Half way through he jumped 
and yelped, but Brenda wouldn't let go of their kiss. 
She had grabbed his balls and started fondling them.

Finally getting away from her clutches, he looked at her 
with a lecherous grin on his face. "You just don't give 
up, do you?"

"Nope. And the sooner you learn that, the happier we'll 
be. Now go change. I'll be up in a while."


Chapter 8 

When Richard got to the top of the stairs, it was quiet. 
Caitlin's door was still open a bit. Despite trying to 
fight against the urge, he ended up tiptoeing over and 
looking through into his sister's bedroom anyway. He 
knew better, he knew it was wrong, but right then, he 
couldn't help himself.

The two girls were in almost the same position he saw 
them in before. Caitlin had moved down on the bed a bit 
and was resting her head on Vicky's shoulder. He could 
see Vicky's face, and her pussy. Both girls seemed to be 
asleep, breathing slowly and steadily. Richard froze, 
then stepped back from the door as Caitlin shifted a 
bit. Her right leg moved a little lower on Vicky's 
thigh, and her left leg moved farther left, exposing 
even more of her virgin snatch to Richard. Her right 
hand moved down to Vicky's naked pussy, cupping it, 
hiding it from his sight - not doing anything, just 
looking like it belonged there.

When neither girl moved again, Richard stepped forward 
to take another good look. His cock was filling out 
again, staring at those two illicit bodies, the danger 
and immorality of what he was doing adding to the 
thrill. After he stared for a few more minutes, trying 
to memorize every curve, nook, and fold of Caitlin's ass 
and crotch, he turned and walked into his room to 
change.

"Okay, Caitlin, he's gone now," whispered Vicky.

"You sure?"

"Yep. He got a real good look at us, too."

"God, I feel so embarrassed! I showed off everything to 
my brother!"

"Yep. I betcha you'll do it some more, too."

"Oh god, child, what are you doing to me? I feel so 
depraved!"

"It's a thrill, isn't it?"

"Yes! And you're gonna make me do it again, aren't you."

"Uh huh. Over and over and over."

"God, I'm blushing again! I don't know what you're doing 
to me, but I'm not the same person I was three days ago. 
You're corrupting me!"

"Yeah. Don't it feel good though? Now shush, don't move. 
I think I hear footsteps."

"Oh, God!"

Several minutes later, Vicky spoke in a very quiet 
whisper "He's baaaaack."

***

Richard was just finishing up dressing when Brenda came 
in.

She dropped her towel and dragged him down for a long, 
passionate kiss.

"Mmmm. You taste good after you shower. Need help 
gettin' dinner ready?"

"Probably not. Why?"

"I'm gonna go visit Vicky and Caitlin. Call if you need 
me."

"I think they're asleep. I haven't heard anything from 
them since I came upstairs."

"That's okay. I'll wake 'em up."

Richard went out the door, intending to go straight 
downstairs. Somehow, he just couldn't resist another 
peek. The two of them were in the same position, giving 
Richard lots to look at. He stared for a another minute 
or two, still not quite believing how beautiful his 
sister looked. Then he went downstairs.

Brenda got dressed quickly, then waited a minute just to 
be safe. She opened the door and, not spotting Richard, 
went straight into Caitlin's room. Seeing them lying on 
the bed, almost completely exposed, was a small thrill 
in itself. They really did look like they were sleeping.

In a loud whisper, Brenda said "Okay you two, you can 
knock it off now. He's downstairs making supper."

Caitlin and Vicky rolled over, Vicky behind Caitlin, 
slipping an arm around her waist and kissing her on the 
neck.

"If he saw what I just did, he got a real eyeful. Well, 
did he?"

Vicky grinned. "Twice."

Caitlin blushed furiously. "This is really embarrassing. 
I don't think I can look at him now without blushing."

Vicky whispered in her ear. "Just remember what he 
looked like, lying there, sweat pouring off him, his 
cock buried in my sister's throat. That'll settle you 
down. You'll be too hot to be embarrassed."

"I hope so. Though I'll probably be hot and 
embarrassed."

***

Dinner was a bit subdued. Richard and Brenda were both 
tired out, as were Caitlin and Vicky. Most of the 
conversation took place between Mary and Will. Caitlin 
kept blushing at the strangest times.

Everyone enjoyed the steaks, salads, baked potatoes and 
rolls. When dinner was done, they all retired to the 
living room, the adults (and Caitlin) sipping on beer, 
and the girls drinking sodas.

The rules they finally agreed to were simple.

 - Nobody outside of that room was to know about either 
relationship.

 - No making out anywhere where they could be found out.

 - Nothing was not to interfere with anyone's schoolwork 
or homework.

 - All three girls were to maintain a normal social life 
away from home.

 - The girls current curfews were to be strictly 
maintained, unless over at Richard's, and they were to 
sleep alone on school nights.

 - Proper privacy codes were to be maintained in both 
houses, IE no barging in without knocking or being 
invited.

If anything else came up, they would have another 
meeting to discuss it.

Everyone was tired, except Mary and Will, so they closed 
down early. Vicky had a long, whispered conversation 
with Caitlin, during which both blushed several times. 
Finally their guests went home, leaving Richard and 
Caitlin alone. They stayed in the living room, staring 
out the window at the moonlit beach, saying nothing for 
the longest time.

"Rich, do you think what we're doing is wrong?"

They stared out at the moonlit beach, saying nothing for 
a while.

"I don't think I had much choice, wrong or not. I'm in 
love with Brenda, and she made me realize it. I don't 
know if what Brenda feels is love or not, but she and 
her mother both think it is. I'm now hers for as long as 
she wants me."

They stared out at the moonlit beach, saying nothing for 
a while.

"I don't know what it is between me and Vicky. There is 
a spark, but it's not love. Maybe we both just need 
someone really really bad. I don't think I'm hurting her 
or corrupting her, because she's the one taking the 
lead. It's been her pushing me up until now. I feel a 
bit confused."

"You're going to have some time alone now to think this 
through, with Vicky being grounded. You'll have to 
decide for yourself whether or not to continue. I 
certainly can't preach to you on moral grounds."

"I know. I'll have to make up my mind about what I want 
to do now.

First Angie, now this. My life has become complicated."

They stared out at the moonlit beach, saying nothing for 
a while.

"Caitlin, Brenda did something that surprised me today."

She blushed a bright red, glad the room was dark and 
Richard was looking out the window. She wondered if he 
was referring to the same 'surprise' Brenda had 
mentioned.

"What did she do?"

"She looked into your room while you two were, uh, well, 
busy."

"You mean she watched us while we were having sex."

By then they were both blushing.

"Well, yes. It was a bit shocking, and very 
embarrassing. I made her give me a promise. I couldn't 
get her to promise not to look anymore, but she did 
promise that if either of you told her to get out and 
stay out, she would. Now I want you to tell her that." 
He was feeling more than a little guilty about bringing 
the subject up, especially after the thrill he'd 
experienced staring at them doing nothing. He knew it 
wasn't right, and was determined to stop Brenda from 
spying on them. And, said a small part of his mind, to 
stop himself as well.

They stared out at the moonlit beach, saying nothing for 
a while.

"Caitlin? Well?"

"I can't promise I'll do that, Rich. Not right now. Not 
until I decide whether I stay with Vicky. If we 
separate, I'll tell her. If we stay together, well..."

"Well, what?"

"If we stay together, it will be Vicky's choice to keep 
Brenda out, not mine."

"Caitlin, you're an adult. Vicky is eleven years old. 
What do you mean it will be her choice?"

"Rich, from what I gather, Brenda is still a virgin. 
She's learned a lot from watching her parents, but until 
now has never experienced real sex."

"Yes. And how did you know about her watching her 
parents?"

"Vicky told me. They don't keep secrets. Vicky's been 
watching too. My point is that as far as the bedroom 
goes, you two are equals, but you, Rich, control things 
because you're older and more experienced. If Brenda is 
doing something she wants to, you let her, but you still 
have control."

"That about covers it. Have you three been talking 
behind my back?"

"Not much, just enough to give me the clues I needed. 
It's not the same with me and Vicky. I'm the beginner, 
the freshman, needing to be led by the hand. Vicky is 
far more experienced, and is in charge of what we do in 
the bedroom. It's her choice. If we carry on, she will 
have control, and that frightens me."

"Caitlin, she's eleven years old. How much experience 
can she have?"

"Richard, Vicky has already lost two lovers, both girls 
who she cared for. The last one was two months ago, and 
it left her with a big hole in her heart. She's had most 
of a year of constant caring and attention from one or 
the other of them, and then nothing for two months. She 
is only eleven years old, but how many of your college 
friends can claim to have had this much pain?"

"This... I had no idea. It happened right under my nose 
and I didn't see anything. I thought she was a sweet, 
innocent kid."

"She still is in most ways. And don't feel guilty about 
not knowing. She managed to hide it from her parents and 
her sister too. Even though she tells me they don't keep 
secrets."

They stared out at the moonlit beach for a while, saying 
nothing.

"I guess that's part of the reason you're having such a 
hard time deciding. It still doesn't tell me why you let 
Vicky take control."

"Richard, I didn't *let* Vicky have control. She took it 
away from me, right from the beginning, minutes after I 
walked into their place. She decided she wanted me, and 
she took me. I guess it's a personality thing. That girl 
is much more certain of herself than I am. She's more 
daring, more experienced and more knowledgeable. It's 
scary."

"Caitlin, you make it sound like Vicky's going to take 
over your life, like she could make you do anything."

"No, it's not like that. I'm still me, and I decide what 
I do and what's right for me. Vicky controls us, 
together, what we do and don't do. That's part of why 
it's so thrilling to be with her. I'm not in control."

"You'd better be careful then. Those two little vixens 
are pretty wild. No telling what they're capable of."

"You don't have to tell me. I already know."

They stared out at the moonlit beach for a while, saying 
nothing.

Eventually one, then the other, went to bed.

***

It was Wednesday morning. Richard woke up, bright and 
early, stretched, and went to the washroom. 

Brenda had been over the night before, but they'd simply 
sat together on the couch, lights out, sometimes 
talking, watching the sun set and the stars come out. 
They shared two colas and, later, a glass of wine. By 
the end of the evening, he was getting used to her body 
leaning against his, the feel of her waist and 
shoulders, her warmth, the sound of her voice, and the 
faint yet distinctive smell of her. It had been 
difficult to send her home.

With his usual morning hard-on tenting out the front of 
his shorts, he decided to put on his robe. Stepping into 
the hall, he heard the toilet flush and decided to wait 
rather than go downstairs.

Caitlin came out a few seconds later, shocking Richard. 
He could only stand there and stare, jaw flapping but 
with no words coming out. She was wearing a very 
revealing, semi-transparent negligee. It looked 
wonderful on her gorgeous body.

Reaching up and pulling his head down, she pressed her 
body into his, and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then 
headed off to her bedroom.

"Mornin' Rich." She closed her door before he could 
react. There were tingles in his chest where her nipples 
had pushed in.

He closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and 
went into the bathroom. 'No, I don't think I'm ever 
gonna get used to this.'

***

It was late Wednesday night / early Thursday morning.

A loud knocking on his door woke Richard. Checking to 
make certain he was decent, he told Caitlin to come in. 
She did, closing the door behind her. At least that time 
she was wearing a nightshirt, he was glad to see, short 
and revealing though it was. She walked over and sat on 
the bed. He could see that she had been crying.

"I had a nightmare. About Angie. Then about Vicky. It 
was horrible!"

She started crying again, quietly yet painfully. Richard 
sat up and gathered her in his arms, just like he had 
many times before when he still lived with their 
parents. It was him she came to back then, with her 
tears and nightmares, rather than their Mom and Dad, 
because he understood her fears and her pain. Of course, 
she was seventeen now, rather than eleven. There was a 
definite difference in the body he was holding.

"Please hold me. Please. I don't want to be alone."

He held her until her tears stopped, until she was 
almost asleep.

"Time to go back to bed now, Caitlin."

"No, please, I don't want the nightmare to come back."

What could he do. Standing her up, he pulled back the 
covers, then lay back with his head on his pillow. He 
opened his arms to her, and she crawled into them, 
curling up against his chest and stomach. Pulling the 
covers back over them both, he hugged her to him, making 
soothing sounds for her. She was soon asleep. It took 
him a lot longer, holding the body that he'd stared at 
with such illicit lust so recently.

She was still there when he woke up, still sleeping, but 
now turned with her back to him. Mind hazy with sleep, 
he rolled into her and nuzzled the back of her neck. 
Without conscious thought, his arm curled over his 
sister's waist, hugging her closer to him. His hand 
found one of her breasts and he cupped it with his palm. 
He drifted back into unconsciousness.

He woke again when Caitlin started to stir. Finally 
properly awake, he realized the position he was in, 
spooned up behind his sister. Becoming quite embarrassed 
by the intimate nature of his embrace, he immediately 
rolled away. The arm around the waist wasn't so bad. It 
was the hand holding her breast, his lips almost kissing 
the back of her neck, and his usual morning hard-on 
tenting his shorts and pressing into the crack of 
Caitlin's ass that made his face glow.

Expecting her to be upset at those intimate contacts, he 
was totally unprepared for what came next. Instead of 
jumping from the bed and leaving his room, she rolled 
over, sliding into the crook of his arm. Resting her 
head on the flat of his shoulder just beside his neck, 
she stretched out full length beside him, one arm 
wrapped around his torso in a loose hug.

It took him totally by surprise. If it wasn't his 
sister, and if he hadn't committed to Brenda, that would 
have been heaven. He was feeling trapped and helpless, 
enjoying the feel of her body, her warm breath on his 
neck, her breasts with their hard nipples pressing into 
his chest and side, and... 'Oh god' he thought. Her 
night dress had ridden high while she slept and her 
naked lower belly and crotch were pressed into his 
thigh. She wasn't wearing panties - he could tell, 
because her thatch of pussy hair was tickling him.

"Caaaty. Oh, Caaaatyyyyy. Time to get up now."

"Mmmnn... no... tired..."

Sighing, he resigned himself to this fate. Guiltily, he 
realized he liked the feel of his sister's body pressed 
up against him just as much as he enjoyed Brenda's. It 
was so much illicit pleasure for both, one being a 
barely pubescent thirteen, offering herself completely, 
body and soul to him, the other being his fully-formed 
nearly-adult sister, untouchable, yet sending incestuous 
thoughts and feelings through his body. 

Very much aware of her body beside him, he could feel 
each breath she took, both from the rise and fall of her 
bosom, and from the warmth of her breath on his neck and 
chest. It wasn't long before he sensed she'd fallen back 
to sleep. He just lay there, enjoying the touch and 
intimacy, knowing he shouldn't let it happen. After a 
while, without really thinking about it, he began to 
caress his sister, her hair, shoulder, arm, waist, and 
naked lower back, whatever his trapped arm could reach.

As time passed, he became lost in his own little 
imaginary world. It was with difficulty that he came 
back to reality when Caitlin began to stir again.

"Mmmmm, feels good."

He noticed his hand was caressing her, seemingly 
detached from the rest of him, but definitely sending 
back the feel of her body. His member was still hard at 
attention, and jerked a little when she kissed him 
lightly on the neck. She seemed to be enjoying his 
attentions.

"Thanks, Rich. That was the best night's sleep I've had 
in ages. But I guess it's time to get up. I'm hungry."

With that, she threw back the covers and rolled out of 
bed. He caught glimpses of her naked pussy, hips, and 
ass as she rolled out of bed and stood up, letting her 
night dress fall and cover her nudity. It would have 
been difficult for her to miss his raging hard-on 
pushing up the front of his boxers and the covers, yet 
she never said anything - she just padded out the door 
in her bare feet.

He listened to her footsteps head along the hall and 
down the stairs. Looking at her without blushing would 
be difficult, he knew, especially with her still wearing 
the same flimsy garment. 

"No, I'm never gonna get used to this."

He jacked-off quickly to a hard and shuddering climax, 
remembering the feel of her body against his.

***

That evening, returning from his part-time job, he found 
his sister seated on the couch staring out the window. 
The TV was on, barely audible, and was being completely 
ignored. She was wearing a light silk blouse with no 
bra, and a full, loose skirt. With her sitting cross-
legged, he could picture exactly what was on display 
under her skirt. There was little imagination needed to 
see what was under her blouse.

They exchanged greetings and small talk for a while 
before Richard noticed how distant her mind really was. 
She was still staring out the window.

"Caitlin, what's wrong?"

She sighed and took a few deep breaths before answering.

"I need Vicky."

"Does this mean you've made up your mind?"

"Yes."

"Any reasons for this decision? Anything you'd like to 
share with your big brother? Like why?"

"No. I just need her. For now, for a while, that's all I 
know. I'm so lonely. I don't know what I would have done 
if you weren't here for me, Rich."

It was always difficult for him to express his feelings 
for his sister. He had to be careful in what he said, 
with her in such a vulnerable state.

"Caitlin, you know I've always been there for you, and I 
always will be. You're my sister, and I love you." There 
it was, carefully worded so she could accept it however 
she wanted. He leaned over the back of the couch and 
gave her a hug from behind, also giving her a chaste 
kiss on her cheek. He liked the feel of her body, 
especially when she reached up behind her head and 
wrapped her arms around his neck. She apparently liked 
it too, because it was a while before she let him go.

"I think I'll go next door for a while. Will you be okay 
on your own?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine." She was honoring the terms of 
Vicky's grounding to the letter. Not being invited 
directly by Mary or Will, she was staying away.

A few hours later he was back. She'd made dinner, eaten 
hers, left his to warm in the oven, and was back on the 
couch staring out the window. Sensing her mood, he 
brought his dinner and two beers out to the living room 
and sat beside her on the couch to eat. He ate and she 
drank quietly. It wasn't until he was finished and they 
were both working on their third beer that he gave her 
the news.

"We're going out for dinner tomorrow."

"Oh. Okay. Thank you."

"The four of us."

"Four?"

"You, me, Brenda, and Vicky. They'll be spending the 
weekend here."

She was all over him in an instant, knees straddling his 
thighs, planting a big wet kiss on his mouth, then 
hugging him close. He hugged back, accepting her actions 
as normal sisterly gratitude.

"Rich, you're the best big brother in the whole world."

He held onto her until he felt an un-brotherly bulge 
growing in his pants. She was slowly rocking back and 
forth while holding him. It was impossible for him to 
ignore the feel of her hardening nipples and the heat 
from her groin on his lap. She let go reluctantly when 
he disengaged and moved her back to the corner of the 
couch.

***

It was Friday, late afternoon, and the four of them were 
trying to decide where to go for dinner.

His suggestions, one for a fine Italian restaurant, and 
one for a cozy little Greek place famous for its squid, 
were met with enthusiastic cat-calls - "Boo! Hiss!" 
"Yech! No way!" "Uh Uh. Nope" "Maybe next time."

They ended up going someplace he'd only heard about and 
never been to. It was a kid's pizza parlor, with games, 
play areas, amusements, an animated animal band, and 
hordes of kids screaming and laughing and running all 
over the place. It was not the type of romantic dinner 
he'd been thinking about. He felt more like a father 
treating his three kids to a day at the fair. Three 
kids? Yep. Caitlin was in there with the best of 'em, 
keeping up with both Brenda and Vicky. At least the 
pizza was above average, definitely better than he 
thought it would be.

Later that evening, they sat in his living room. Vicky 
and Caitlin were curled up together in the easy chair 
sharing a beer (Caitlin talked Richard into letting 
Vicky have some), and Brenda was curled up in Richard's 
lap on the couch, sharing some wine. It wasn't long 
before the two girls went upstairs. Richard thought he'd 
better tell his, uh, fiancée? what went on with his 
sister the other night, before she found out some other 
way.

He explained what happened and then, with her prodding, 
actually let her know about everything he was feeling 
about it too, the illicit desire he had, the mixed 
emotions, the conflict between seeing her beautiful body 
and knowing it was his sister, and knowing he was 
committed to Brenda. She took it all in with simple nods 
and uh-huhs, never looking or acting shocked or 
surprised, and not condemning him in the least.

When all the talking was over, they sat there for a few 
minutes, wrapped in each other's arms.

"I love you, Richard."

"I love you too, Brenda."

"It's time for me to go have a serious talk with our 
sisters. I'll be back down later."

She climbed off his lap and trotted up the stairs. He 
stared at her gorgeous, tight, not-so-little-girl ass as 
she went.

An hour later, nervous as hell, he had to go see what 
was going on. Opening Caitlin's door, he poked his head 
through. What he saw made him blush. All three were 
sitting cross-legged on the bed, in a circle, heads bent 
together. Brenda was fully clothed and the other two 
were completely naked. His sister blushed, but made no 
move to cover herself. Vicky seemed oblivious to her 
state of dress.

"Scram. This is girl talk."

He shut the door quickly and went back downstairs. It 
was another half-hour and two glasses of wine later when 
Brenda came back down stairs. She appropriated his 
newly-filled wineglass and sat on the couch, leaning 
against him. His arm automatically reached around to 
hold her.

Several sips of wine later she spoke.

"Did you know Caitlin's been having nightmares?"

"She mentioned having them the night she came to my 
room."

"No. She's been having nightmares every night since that 
scene with Angie's father, except when she was with you 
or Vicky."

"Every night?"

"Yes. You wouldn't believe how tired she is. Did you 
know that you're the only person she has left that she 
feels close to? That can understand her?"

"What about our mother and father? And our sister?"

"Do they know anything about what's been happening to 
her? No. Who's been there for her at night all her life? 
You have. You took her in, no questions asked when she 
needed you. You didn't judge her when she told you about 
Angie. You're not upset with her now because of Vicky. 
Is there anybody else, except maybe Angie, who could 
accept what she's done without blame or pity?"

It was difficult for him to imagine her speaking about 
this to anyone, especially their parents, remembering 
what happened after their sister was raped. It had been 
ugly.

"No, I can't think of anyone, especially our relatives. 
But what about Vicky?"

"Those two need each other right now, but it's not the 
same thing. 

They've known each other for a week. She's known you all 
her life. You're the only really stable thing she has. 
If you pushed her away, it would be terrible for her."

"What do you think I should do?"

"Comfort her when she comes to you. Accept what she 
offers. Don't feel guilty, because she needs your 
comfort and affection. Don't make her feel guilty about 
asking for it, either. She knows that I'm yours and 
you're mine, and she can't get between us unless you let 
her. I have enough faith in you that you won't let it 
happen, even though she is a gorgeous lady."

"Brenda, you know if something happened, it would change 
the way things are around here."

"You mean they haven't changed a lot in the last week?" 
She laughed at that, a nice clear little-girl laugh. It 
lightened the mood and his heart.

"Aren't you going to be jealous?"

"Of course. I already am jealous. But think about what 
it would be like for Vicky and Caitlin if you forced her 
away from here. I wouldn't want that to happen. Besides, 
your sister will get better with enough love and 
attention. And Vicky plans on providing lots of both. 
But she can't be over here all the time or most nights. 
That's when your sister will need you."

"If that's the way you want it to be, I'll go along with 
it. I do love my sister, but I love you too, and don't 
want to hurt either of you. There's no way for me to 
stop feeling guilty, because I would feel like I'm 
cheating on you, even if it's only a warm kiss with my 
sister."

"Just as long as you don't let her know you feel guilty 
about it. She feels bad enough already, even though I 
told her it would be okay. So, like I said, comfort her 
when she comes to you and accept what she offers. I've 
given her limits and she's accepted them."

"Do I get to know what they are?"

"Nope. You'll just have to tell me all about everything 
that happens, so I know if she steps over the line."

"Hey, waitaminit. Is that feeding into your voyeurism?"

"My what?"

"Voyeurism. Peeking. What you do to your mom and dad and 
our sisters."

"Could be. I'll never tell. Besides, they both know I'll 
worm every detail out of you anyway. So they'll both be 
careful."

Finishing off the wine and putting the glass on the 
table, she turned and straddled his thighs, her crotch 
on his lap, and began hugging and kissing him, rocking 
back and forth, rubbing her pantied pussy against the 
erection forming in his pants.

After a few minutes of that attack on his person, he 
broke off for some air.

"Mffph. Now what are you after?"

A couple of quick kisses later, still rocking on his 
now-hard cock, she answered.

"I do have one more teeeeensy little problem I need your 
help with."

"groan Now what?"

"We-el, it's something only you can help me with, and I 
think we should be upstairs in bed. Here would be okay 
too, but it might not be as comfortable."

"Let me guess. You're horny as hell and you want me to 
do you again?" He was smiling a big shit-eating grin as 
he said that.

"Not quite. You see, even after going to bed with you 
all those times, I still seem to be sort-of, well, I 
guess you could say, maybe, like, uh, a... virgin?"

He became serious, looking into her eyes, trying to see 
the answers he was looking for.

"Are you ready for this? You know it only ever happens 
once, so you have to be sure."

She became serious, and looked him back in the eye.

"Richard, you are the man for me, the man I'm gonna 
marry, the man I love. You are the only person I would 
ever give this gift to." A big grin stole over her face. 
"Besides, how else can we really start fucking?"

His mouth moved up into a half-smile. "Brenda! Such 
language for a young lady! I'm... I'm shocked!" A full 
smile took over. "But I guess if you're really sure, we 
should go upstairs and, um, fuck."

"I'm sure."

"All right, let's do this properly. Grab the rest of the 
wine and a couple of glasses, I'll get some towels and 
stuff and meet you in my bedroom."


Chapter 9

Brenda was already there when Richard arrived, stripped 
and under the covers, the wine and glasses placed on the 
nightstand.

"My, aren't we the eager beaver. A body would think you 
were anxious or something."

She just smiled her cute, innocent, little-girl smile at 
him. "Who, me?"

Seeing him put a tube of something on the nightstand, 
she asked what it was.

"It's K-Y jelly. It's a lubricant. I think we should use 
some this first time because you are a virgin and you 
will be very tight. It might mean less discomfort for 
you."

"Have you ever, uh, done a virgin before?"

"Once, when I was much younger. It was messy, painful, 
and very unsatisfying for both of us. I think I've 
learned a lot since then."

"Will it hurt much?"

"If we do it right, not much, and not for long. You'll 
feel it, but might not care about the pain."

"How do you know, if you've only ever done one before?"

"Virgins are a rather scarce commodity, usually 
disappearing between fourteen and eighteen. I normally 
prefer ladies a little older than that, present company 
excepted. I learn by reading stories and journals and by 
listening to guys and girls talking about their first 
time. Very few of the girls are really happy about how 
they had their cherries popped. But don't worry. I think 
this will be memorable, for both of us."

During their talk, he had stripped nude, poured two 
glasses of wine, and climbed into bed. Fluffing up a 
pillow, he put it behind him and sat up against the 
headboard. Pulling her up to sit on his lap with her 
back to his chest, he handed her one of the glasses of 
wine and took the other for himself.

"Sip it slowly. Take your time. We've got all night."

He began to gently caress her body, her thighs, the tops 
of her legs, her belly, and finally her chest and 
breasts. They were small, probably an 'A' cup, but very 
firm, with puffy quarter-sized aureoles topped with 
little-girl nipples, which were getting very hard. Very 
gently he massaged her breasts, touching and toying with 
her nipples, playing with them with the tips of his 
fingers. He was also nuzzling her hair and occasionally 
kissing her neck and shoulders.

She smelled wonderful, and the feel of her soft skin was 
like that of fine silk, sensuous and supple. Her naked 
bottom and back, pressing against his balls and cock, 
were having the desired effect as well. He was now quite 
stiff. The two glasses of wine earlier and the one she 
was drinking now were doing their job, reducing her 
apprehension and nervousness. She was still a touch 
scared, but knew she wanted it and was relaxing now that 
she knew it would happen. It helped knowing Richard was 
willing to take his time and make it good for her. His 
touching and kissing also felt really nice.

Getting her to slide down a little and spread her legs 
out on either side of his, he began to tease her pussy. 
This had more of an effect on her. Gulping the rest of 
her wine, she went to grab at his cock. Letting her do 
this, he put both glasses back on the nightstand. There 
wasn't much she could do, holding his cock behind her 
back, but the touch of her hands was nice and cool on 
his overheated member.

Soon he was more serious about playing with her pussy, 
running his fingers up and down the outside of her 
cleft, along the edges of her lips, and down the furrow 
between pussy and thigh. He alternated between toying 
with her nipples and massaging her breasts with his 
other hand. Now she let go of his cock and melted back 
into him, breathing faster, rubbing her own legs and 
inner thighs to counterpoint his fingers.

Delving into her slot, he lubricated one, then two, then 
three fingers with her fluids. They began to slide up 
and down inside her cleft, sometimes touching her anus, 
or sliding over her hole, or brushing against her clit. 
Each of these brought a fresh gasp from her, making her 
breathe faster, almost to the point of panting. He could 
feel little shivers and ripples running over her 
stomach, down her back, and along her legs.

Letting out a long groan of pleasure, she arched her 
back and twisted around to kiss him hard on the lips, 
pushing her tongue into her lover's mouth and letting 
him taste her. Whimpering, she released his mouth and 
slid a little farther down his lap, arching up her hips 
and pulling back her knees so her legs pointed out 
almost sideways to his.

Now her hands were rubbing her inner thighs, just 
outside her pussy lips, occasionally sliding down to 
fondle her own ass, grabbing and releasing her cheeks. 
Sweat was beginning to bead up on her lip, her forehead, 
her chest. He let the tip of one finger slide into her 
hole, causing her to gasp and whine, speeding up her 
hands.

When he pulled his fingers away from her slot, she 
whined and whimpered. He made her suck and lick every 
finger clean before he started again. This time he 
wasn't going to stop until she climaxed, her first for 
the night.

Her juices were flowing freely. He was startled by how 
much she produced, considering that she was a thirteen 
year old virgin. Lubing up the fingers of both hands, he 
began a slow fuck with the tip of one finger. Placing 
the middle finger of his other hand into her slot and 
the adjacent fingers outside on either side, he used 
them to rub and fondle her lips, clit, and other 
sensitive spots. It wasn't long before she was gasping 
for air, rubbing furiously on her inner thighs with both 
hands, almost touching his hands inside her pussy.

She came then, with a long indrawn breath and a 
shuddering exhalation. There was very little movement, 
but he could feel her muscles spasming from her neck to 
her ass, and could see her thighs and calves tensing and 
releasing as waves of pleasure washed through her body. 
It looked to be a long, gentle climax, extended by his 
continued attention to her hole and her clit. Her hands 
had stopped and grabbed her ass, pulling her hips up 
higher and giving him better access to (and a really 
good look at) her whole cunt.

After several deep breaths followed by long, whiney 
exhales, she grabbed his hands to stop his movements. 
She was done, for now.

"Did you enjoy that?"

gasp, pant "You always do me good. Lots better than I do 
me."

"I'm glad. Just relax and feel good for a while."

Leaving his finger inside her hole, he removed his other 
hand and cupped her pussy with the first one. She sighed 
and relaxed her legs together a little, letting her arms 
drop to the bed. He kissed the top of her head and 
hugged her.

Eventually she rolled over and kissed him.

"Is it time yet?"

"Nope. You're gonna do me now."

"But I want you to come inside me!"

"Don't worry. Once I get inside that wonderful pussy of 
yours, I'll fill you so full it'll come out your ears. 
Besides, if I tried to do it right now, I'd probably 
squirt before you were half-way done. My balls need to 
be drained a bit so I don't cum too soon."

"Okay, if you say so. But if you don't do it right 
tonight, I'll be mad!"

"Chuckle Yes, dear."

Brenda laughed at this, hearing him talk like an old 
married man, like her dad did sometimes when her mom was 
being bossy.

She did a wonderful job on him, using hands, mouth, 
tongue and lips, teasing him, tickling and playing with 
his balls, running up and down his member with her 
tongue, nibbling with her lips, sometimes sucking him 
right down her throat, bringing him to the edge several 
times before finally letting him cum. She pulled off at 
the last second and watched him erupt all over her tits 
and belly, sucking him back into her mouth to catch the 
last dribbles, draining him until he groaned in protest.

Lying down beside him, she used his finger to play in 
the little puddles and rivulets of semen on her body, 
sometimes cleaning it with her mouth, sometimes making 
him clean it with his tongue. When it got cool enough to 
be noticed, she wiped herself clean with one of the 
towels.

"Nice?"

"Better than when I do it, that's for certain. You sure 
you haven't had any practice before me?"

"Nope. None. I'm just a fast learner."

"Well, you're already the best at that I've ever had, 
and you're still learning? God help me when you get to 
be really good."

"Won't be nobody savin' ya from me, 'cause this thing's 
all mine!"

She gave it a squeeze and a few strokes for good 
measure, and got a moan of protest from Richard.

"Is it time yet?"

"Aren't you impatient. We'll get there. First, let's get 
things arranged."

Standing her up, he put some towels on the bed where she 
would be lying. Using the K-Y, he greased up his member 
and put a generous amount on the far corner of one of 
the towels for later use. After explaining what he was 
doing to Brenda, she jumped onto the bed, positioning 
herself carefully on the towels. When Richard when to 
turn her a little, she resisted, saying it felt right, 
just where she was. He wasn't about to argue.

Lying down beside her, they kissed, and he began playing 
with her breasts and nipples again. Excited as she was, 
it wasn't long before she was hot and breathing hard. 
Moving down a little he sucked and tongued her breasts, 
pulling them almost entirely into his mouth and playing 
with the tips of her nipples, swishing them back and 
forth. Knowing what would be coming made her so hot, she 
almost came again right there. That mouth moved down her 
stomach, slowly licking and nibbling its way, through 
her belly-button and down to her vulva.

Repositioning himself between her legs, he pressed her 
knees up and out, giving himself full access to her 
innermost parts. She tasted good right now, her juices 
flowing nicely. He used his tongue to push her fluids 
all over the inside of her slot, from her anus to the 
top of her mound. Then he used his tongue to tease and 
tantalize, running the tip up and down inside her, just 
missing her clit and her hole. 

Suddenly he plunged it deep inside her, until the tip of 
his tongue could just touch her hymen, then wiggled it 
to tickle her there. This made her jump and gasp. Her 
hips were now thrusting upwards, trying to get him 
deeper inside.

Pulling out just as quickly, he returned attention to 
her clit, licking his way there, and then all around it 
without giving her the satisfaction of touching it. When 
he figured she was nearing her peak, he scooped up a 
fingerful of K-Y and touched it to her hole. The sudden 
chill brought another gasp and a deep, full-body shiver. 
Her hip-thrusting resumed when he started sliding his 
finger into her hole, lubricating it with the jelly.

When he pulled up to kneel in front of her, she looked 
up at him.

"Now? You're gonna do it now?"

"Yep."

"Oh god, yes! Do me! Shove it inside, please! I want it 
NOW! Come on, bust me open! Come ON! FUCK MEEEEE!"

Pulling her knees up beside her chest, she was now 
completely open to him. Lowering himself to his elbows, 
he kissed her once, quickly, on the lips. Holding 
himself on knees and one elbow, he positioned the head 
of his cock at the entrance to her vagina. Just that 
faint touch sent shivers all through him, and through 
her. There was no need for any further lubrication, with 
her juices flowing freely and all the K-Y he used.

He was in heaven. Taking deep, almost gasping breaths, 
he tried to relax a little so he could take his time and 
do it right. Pushing slowly but steadily, he began to 
open her up. Her eyes were open wide, staring 
sightlessly at the ceiling. Her entire world was 
centered upon her hole, where that huge cock was trying 
to get in. She could feel it pushing, stretching her, 
moving things around inside. His thing felt monstrous. 
For a few seconds she thought it would tear her wide 
open. But she had to have it inside her now, no matter 
what!

Grunting and panting, she wiggled her hips to try and 
help that thing get inside her. Every tiny move and push 
filled her up more, stretched her farther, until finally 
the head popped inside. Both gasped at the same time, 
her from the sudden filling and stretching sensations, 
him from the unbelievable tightness and the silky 
smoothness of her vaginal walls. It was fantastic! He 
wanted to just pound into her, it felt that good. 
Breathing deeply, he relaxed again. He waited there for 
a while, watching her face, waiting for her to get used 
to the incredible feeling of fullness she had.

It was several minutes before she was comfortable again, 
before the tightness and stretching stopped. It felt 
huge in there, but didn't hurt. There was an ache, but 
it was deep inside, the ache of wanting to be completely 
filled - and she wanted it now! Wiggling her hips and 
pumping them up and down gave Richard the signal to 
continue. He pushed in another quarter inch, causing 
them both to gasp again.

"Oh, oh, that feels so gooood! You're so huge in there! 
Ohhhh, yes, put some more in, please! Fill me up!"

He was a bit surprised at her vocal display, but not 
much. He shrugged it off. He certainly wasn't going to 
stop. What he didn't know was that this was more for 
their audience's benefit. There were two sets of eyes 
peering through the doorway, watching intently. Her loud 
cries when he was just going to start were their signal 
that it was happening. Following orders, Caitlin had 
oiled the hinges and handle, tightened all the screws, 
and practiced opening and closing his door until she 
could do it with no noise whatsoever. Brenda had 
positioned herself so the doorway got a three-quarter 
rear view of their activities, giving them an excellent 
ring-side seat. Both sets of eyes were wide open, 
mesmerized by the action in front of them, and both 
their jaws were open and slack. It was a sight they 
never believed they'd ever see, the deflowering of a 
virgin.

A little at a time, he pushed in until he touched her 
hymen, that small flap of tissue that was so important 
to a young lady. Stopping and letting her get adjusted 
every time he pushed, she was opening up nicely and 
really enjoying this.

"Oh, oh, oh, it feels sooooo gooood in there! No wonder 
mom does it so much! Ahhhhaiiiiiii, yesssssss!"

Still fighting his urge to just ram it home, he pulled 
out until the head was just inside, then slid in until 
the head was touching her hymen again, repeating this 
for a few minutes. He stopped and left his cock resting 
against her hymen when it looked like she was about to 
cum, giving her time to come down a bit. It felt so 
tight and so silky smooth inside he needed to stop and 
rest too, or he would blow his nut early, spoiling 
everything. Maybe one blowjob wasn't enough for this.

When they both calmed down a little, he gave a sudden 
lunge, surprising her and bursting through her 
virginity.

"Ow! That hurt!"

"Let me know when you feel better, I'll start moving 
inside you again. By the way, congratulations. You're 
not a virgin anymore."

"Ooooo, I bet you say that to all the girls. Come on, 
start moving, I wanna fuck!"

Moving slowly and carefully, he pulled back a little 
then moved forward again, pushing a little deeper each 
time. He saw the little winces of pain on her face, but 
each time he stopped, she said "No! Don't you dare stop! 
It feels too good! Give me more! Fill me up!"

He kept at it until he was balls-deep inside her and was 
bumping up against her cervix with each thrust. He began 
to lengthen his stroke, concentrating hard on what he 
was doing, because if he lost his focus, he'd just jam 
his prick in her a couple of times and blow his wad deep 
inside. He really, really wanted her to cum first, but 
the feel of that tight virgin cunt on his cock was so 
fantastic it was very hard to hold back.

She was in heaven. That was what fucking was all about, 
that feeling of utter fullness, of being filled over and 
over again, feeling him open her up, feeling his cock 
moving back and forth in there, bringing out sensations 
she never knew existed. There was still a little pain, 
but it was lost under the overwhelming tide of passion.

Closing her eyes, she just gave in to the pleasure of 
having him fucking her, pushing up with her hips to meet 
his every downstroke.

"Yes! Fuck me, ohh, fuck me, ohh yes, fuck me, pump me, 
fill me, ohh, don't ever stop, please, keep going, never 
stop, ohhh, it feels soooo gooood!" She was panting now, 
saying something with every second breath, not caring or 
thinking of her audience, just about getting filled and 
cumming. It was so close, she could taste it.

It was Richard's turn. "Oh god, I'm gonna do it! I'm 
gonna cum in you! I'll fill you so full! Gohd yes! I'm 
cumming... cumming..." 

It was exquisite, that feeling, spurting into that tiny 
tight little hole just opened up for him. Nothing 
mattered right then except the feel of his cock slamming 
home inside that warm wet slippery fuck tube. He could 
feel his sperm splashing in there, squishing out and 
around his cock and dribbling down his balls.

That little extra, him slamming home and squirting 
inside, was enough to send her over as well, her orgasm 
reaching up from deep within and grabbing her whole 
body. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before, 
starting from her groin and washing through every part 
of her, ripping out to her fingers and toes then washing 
back to implode in her center again, re-igniting even 
stronger with every thrust and twitch of that thing 
inside her. It was so incredibly powerful, she almost 
forgot to breathe, just gasping every once in a while 
between jolts.

Only after Richard had completely drained himself, and 
stopped with his cock buried to the hilt, did she 
finally come down again. Her vagina kept spasming around 
his member, causing him to groan and shudder. It was 
enough to keep her just on the edge, until her body 
calmed down.

When they both were breathing almost normally again, 
Brenda spoke.

"Oh. Wow."

Richard just smiled, still supporting himself just over 
top of her body, leaving himself deep inside her. The 
feel of that incredibly tight pussy was keeping him hard 
and ready, even after it had drained him dry.

Behind him, the door closed silently, Caitlin's practice 
paying off. Two sets of feet tiptoed down the hall, into 
her room, and closed the door silently behind them.

Caitlin turned to Vicky, eyes still wide, her face a 
mask of shock and disbelief, whispering, "Oh my god! 
That was un-be-lievable!" They climbed into bed 
together, under the covers, whispering excitedly about 
what they had just witnessed.

Richard wrapped Brenda up in one arm and rolled over 
onto his back, pulling her on top of him, keeping his 
still-hard organ buried inside her. He pulled a pillow 
over for himself, and let his lover get comfortable on 
top of him, sliding her legs down beside his and resting 
her head on her arms on top of his chest.

"That was a little better than my first one."

"Richard, this was my one and only, and don't you forget 
it! Thank you, it was wonderful. Now I know why my mom 
likes fucking so much. If it's like this all the time, 
that's all I want to do for the rest of my life."

"'Fraid I can't help you on that. I can only do it four 
or five times a day, maybe. And I need the odd day off."

"If that's all I get out of you, then I guess I'll just 
have to settle for sex for half my life, the morning 
half and the evening half. I'll sleep and eat in the 
middle, somewhere."

"God, I think I've created a monster. The creature that 
ate Richard alive! Aaaauuuggggg!"

"Snicker Yeah, right. Like you wouldn't enjoy it at all, 
would you. Ooooo this thing inside me feels soooo 
goooood."

"Well, it's there waiting for you if you want to use 
it."

"I'm too tired to fuck anymore tonight. But I do want to 
try something my mom and dad do every once in a while."

"What?"

"Let's get ready to sleep first and then I'll tell you!"

"More secrets?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

They got cleaned up, Brenda trotting off to the 
bathroom, holding a towel to her groin, totally 
unconcerned that she was still naked. Richard, shaking 
his head, cleaned himself up as much as possible with a 
towel, slipped on his boxers, then cleaned up the 
dribbles and drops of blood on the bed. Most of them had 
been caught by the towels, with only a few splashes of 
semen left to wipe up elsewhere.

***

About ten minutes later they were cleaned up and back in 
bed, this time with the light out.

"Now, what's this big secret thing you want us to do."

"It's something my parents do once in a while, and mom 
looks like she absolutely adores it, so I gotta try it 
too! Richard, I want you to fuck me to sleep. Stick that 
thing of yours inside me and pump it in and out until 
either you cum or fall asleep."

After Richard's initial objections, saying she'd be too 
sore, or he'd crush her, or she'd fall off him, or 
whatever, she explained what she wanted and how to do 
it.

They lay in bed, on their sides, with her back to his 
front, knees bent, with her 'sitting' in his lap. He 
rubbed his cock up and down against her slit for a few 
seconds to get hard (that's all it took!) then greased 
his cock with K-Y again. Pushing into her pussy from the 
rear, it felt even tighter than before. She whimpered a 
bit at the first push, but then started wiggling and 
thrusting her hips to get him inside. 

Inch by inch his cock slid in. She was still full of his 
semen and a little of her blood, and she was once again 
producing lots of her own juice, so he went in fairly 
easily. There was a little pain when his cock crossed 
the remnants of her hymen, but she ignored it. This was 
just too good to stop. That wonderful stuffed feeling 
was back, and she never wanted to be empty again. 

The sensations his cock was sending to his brain were 
incredible. Each tiny thrust and wiggle of her hips 
pushed him deeper into that extremely tight just-opened 
cunt of hers. It was so smooth and silky in there, like 
no other pussy he'd ever been in. She was hot and wet. 
He could feel her juices leaking out around his cock, 
covering her ass and his balls. Finally his penetration 
was halted, as deep as he could get, with the end of his 
cock pressing firmly against her cervix.

"Stop. Just... just hold it in there for now. I like it 
in me like this, filling me up. It feels huge, but so 
nice. Hold me now, hug me close. Please Richard. I want 
to be right here in your arms when I wake up. With your 
cock in me."

"If I can, I will. No guarantees, but I'll try."

Sliding one arm under her head and her pillow, he 
wrapped the other around her torso, placing his hand on 
her chest between her breasts. She hugged his arm to her 
possessively, as though she would be holding it for the 
rest of her life. Even impaled as she was, ass in his 
lap, she was that much shorter than him that her head 
nicely fit under his chin.

"Okay, start moving. Slower... slower... that's it... 
now deeper... a little deeper... ouch! Not that far 
back, my hymen still hurts! Okay, keep going... yeah, 
that feels good... a little slower... yeah, perfect. 
Just like that. Now just keep pumping 'till you cum or 
fall asleep."

He was stroking about half-way out then all the way back 
in against her cervix, taking about ten seconds per 
stroke. He was resisting the urge to just bang away 
again, this being brought on by the sudden feelings of 
lust overtaking him, holding her naked teen body to him, 
his cock telling him that this was the best ever and 
just go for it.

After a while he developed a nice, easy, relaxed pace 
and rhythm, close to what Brenda wanted, but not quite 
as long or as deep. He simply clenched his ass to push 
in, then relaxed to slide out. It was so effortless that 
way, he thought he really could do it all night. There 
was an end in sight, though, because the constant 
stimulation of her twat on his cock was driving him 
higher. He knew that eventually he could cum just doing 
that.

She was enjoying herself as well, he noticed. With her 
'sitting' in his lap, almost the full length of her body 
was pressed into him. Every once in a while he could 
feel different muscles in her body twitch and spasm, 
usually accompanied by a tiny squeak from her, and 
sometimes followed by her vagina grabbing his cock. The 
first few times that happened, he stopped and waited for 
her to let go, but after her impatient bum-wiggling told 
him to get back to work, he simply pushed through her 
grip. That invariably brought a long, whining sigh from 
her.

About an hour after they started, he noticed that her 
muscle spasms and vaginal contractions were getting more 
frequent. All of a sudden her entire body convulsed 
once, then seized up, completely rigid, and she grabbed 
his arm, and his cock, in a death grip. Pushing through 
her clasping cunt as he was used to doing by then, he 
simply kept pumping. Her breathing was infrequent and 
gasping. After about a minute, she relaxed for a second, 
took a deep breath, then seized up again, throwing her 
head back against his chest. The third time she did it, 
he was worried enough that he stopped. She immediately 
wiggled her bum and squeaked out the words "don't stop", 
so he started again.

Six or seven more times she did that, cumming long and 
deep, going completely rigid or wriggling very stiffly. 
Near the end, he was having to hold her tight to him, 
since she was jerking around enough to possibly pop 
right off his shaft. 

With several long breaths she relaxed, and whispered 
"don't stop" again. Her breathing evened out, becoming 
slower and deeper, and her grip on his arm loosened. He 
thought she was falling asleep, until he felt her inner 
muscles grab his cock. They grabbed, then released, then 
grabbed, then released, over and over, in time with his 
thrusts. 'She's milking me, for christ sake!'

After all that buildup and watching her cum over and 
over again, it didn't take long for that familiar 
sensation to show up. His insides were tightening up, 
getting ready to fire deep inside her. He wanted it now 
and, apparently, so did she. He kept up that slow pace 
until that first jet was on its way, then he jammed his 
cock as far inside as it would go in one brutal thrust, 
shooting his seed tight against her cervix, trying to 
inject it straight into her womb. With each spurt he 
pulled half-way out then jammed home again, deep inside.

Brenda's body tensed up with his first deep thrust, then 
seized up with the second, locked into another orgasm. 
Her breathing stopped after one deep gasp, not resuming 
until he finished pumping every drop of semen into her.

When he finally finished, she started breathing again, 
long, deep lungfulls, catching up with her body's needs. 
This time when she relaxed, she melted completely, every 
muscle going limp.

His cock was still insider her, but soft and shrunken. 
Even her tight pussy couldn't keep him hard forever. 
When he made a move to get up, thinking he should clean 
up, she clamped down on his arm with one hand, and 
reached around and grabbed his hip with the other, 
holding him in place, keeping his limp member inside 
her. She seemed completely indifferent to the semen 
leaking out of her pussy, covering her crotch and ass 
and his thighs and balls, and dripping onto the bed.

She relaxed again when Richard did. He thought he heard 
a muffled and quiet "thank you", but wasn't really sure. 
She was soon asleep. Richard, tired out by his and her 
exertions, quickly followed.

***

I'm baaaaack! Did you miss me? Ouch, no fair, I wasn't 
looking! 

I guess I'm going to have to wrap up now. The weekend's 
over, and I need to return to real work tomorrow. 
Besides, Brenda's back from her trip and needs some, ah, 
*personal* attention right now. Me too. Four days alone, 
writing this kind of stuff, can make a guy pretty horny. 
Three more months before she's finished high-school, 
then we can come out of the closet. She lives with me 
full time now, ever since she turned seventeen. Mary and 
Will figured that if she's old enough to get married, 
she's old enough to shack up. Besides, she was spending 
more time and more nights over here than at home anyway. 
We've tentatively scheduled the wedding for early 
August, a year and a half from now. 

Oh yeah, I own this beach house now, after getting some 
help from her folks. With my new job, I'll have them 
paid back and the house free and clear in seven or eight 
years. It's nice joining into a booming family business. 

Caitlin moved out a couple of years ago, shacking up 
with some dumb twit from college. I think he's a jerk 
and not nearly good enough for my sister, but she likes 
him so I keep my mouth shut. She's twenty two now and an 
adult and old enough to make her own decisions. 

Vicky started dating around that time too, and now has a 
string of young studs hanging around her parents' place. 
Five eleven, fifteen years old, built and beautiful, 
sure of herself, mature and very much sexually active, 
she attracts them like flies to honey. I think she's 
gone overboard. She has another semi-permanent lady 
friend, a seventeen year old rather dowdy looking girl 
who's moved into Brenda's old room. It's hard on the ego 
of those jocks, but she keeps them all firmly in line. 
She can be a real bitch when she's mad. Trust me, I 
know. 

Now you know why I wouldn't trade my life for anyone 
else's. Not for any amount of cash. I have the woman of 
my dreams here and now, ready and willing, and we love 
each other. So we started a little early. So what. I'm 
hers for as long as she wants me, and she says that she 
wants me forever. 

Brenda's calling. Goodbye and goodnight. 

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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