4 comments/ 84884 views/ 24 favorites Lifesaver By: MaxSebastian He was walking up the stairs in the house belonging to the captain of the football team, following the very shapely derriere of the captain of the cheerleading squad up to the second floor, where all the bedrooms were. Not bad for a loser. "In here," she said, turning back to look at him, to usher him into the second room to the left past the landing. Before following her inside, Jeff noticed three couples in the corridor alone in various stages of becoming intimate with each other – but then it was a particularly wild party, especially by his standards. The closed behind him, and there he was, in a room with Marissa Williams, one of the most beautiful girls he'd ever seen, captain of the school cheerleaders and the wet dream of virtually every teenage boy in town. "Come on," she urged him towards her. Jeff's heart was pounding, his cock rock hard between his legs: look at her. The long, golden hair shimmering down her back like a mountain waterfall caught in the sunlight, her large green eyes drawing him in, her figure so breathtaking under her body-hugging outfit. And she pulled him towards her – Jeff, a complete nobody until a few days ago. She fastened her lips on his, kissing him with full intimacy, pulling his body to hers so that his hardness pressed up against her abdomen. As they kissed, Jeff found his hands arriving at her rounded behind, and the enormous need within him took over, so that he squeezed her against him, crushing his penis against her, still partially in disbelief at just who it was he was kissing. Marissa broke away. She looked at him seemingly in wonderment, a huge smile lighting up her face as though she was impressed with him somehow. "Are you gonna fuck me, Jeff?" she asked him breathlessly. "Are you gonna tear off my panties and fuck me like I've never been fucked before?" He felt a little strange then. He hardly even knew this girl: a few days ago, she would have passed him in the school hallway and not given him so much as a glance, and here she was asking him to perform the most personal act possible with her. And he'd hardly said a word to her up until this point. But what do you do when a girl like that asked you a thing like that? She probably had a future as a model ahead of her, you just don't turn that kind of thing down when you're a single guy. "Come on, baby," she said to him, stepping away and falling back onto the large double bed, "show me the kind of power you showed Russell when you saved his life." She lay there now, those perfect legs parted to reveal luxurious white lace panties nestling under that tiny pleated skirt of hers. Incredible. He climbed onto the bed beside her, and his arm circled her waist as he drew level, his mouth reaching hers again to pitch into a deep kiss once again. As they kissed, she pushed his hand down, over her flat stomach that was so warm and smooth where her crop top came up short, but she kept pushing his hand until in moved over her skirt and down between her thighs. She pressed his fingers against her panties, against her mound that was so very hot and already soaking wet, even through her underwear. "You see how wet you make me?" she whispered, breaking away from their kiss. "I'm ready for you, Jeff. I want you to fuck me like there's no tomorrow." He thought it a little odd at the time that not only did they really not know each other very well, but they had only really kissed a couple of times and she was urging him to penetrate her already. But the fact was that at moments like that, you don't really think about things too much. In Jeff's limited bedroom experience, he knew that when you had your first time with someone, there was rarely time to think about things, and a man is very open to suggestion at such a moment. He did what she wanted him to, pulling off his pants and dragging her tiny panties down her thighs to reveal the glistening folds of her hairless pussy. It was certainly an amazing feeling to grip her hips and drive his rigid shaft into her warm wetness – like a wet dream, it didn't quite seem real. And the truth was, he seemed to be moving purely on instinct now: he really wasn't thinking about much as he moved inside her. * He wasn't thinking about anything much when it all started, either. Russell probably would have said something like he didn't have his eye on the ball, but then he didn't know Russell back then anyway - well, not to talk to. You see, Russell was just a mythical figure that Jeff passed occasionally in the hallway, always surrounded by the most attractive girls, always at the centre of attention. But just because you're Mr Popularity, doesn't preclude you from danger. Jeff was almost the direct opposite at the time: people walked past him as though nobody was there, as though he was invisible. He wasn't a geek – not in the classical ridiculous glasses and greasy hair-type computer addict kind of a way, anyway – and he wasn't a goth: all in all, he wasn't out to be particularly outrageous or downright anti-social. He just wasn't a football player, and that was what counted at Lincoln High. After a couple of years at the school where the students just seemed to gather around the football players like moths around a light bulb, Jeff had grown distant, not caring for the superficial nature of society there. He had his interests: listening to music of various kinds, strumming on his guitar a little here and there. But he found increasingly that people just didn't understand him. Ultimately, this was a mistake, but he didn't know that until life became truly lonely. The correction of that mistake came from the most unlikely source. Jeff was just wondering home from school, like usual on a Thursday afternoon. He had his personal stereo on, his button headphones tucked into his ears to fill his audio world with the sounds of the latest Coldplay album. It was a wonder that he noticed what he did. Russell was up ahead, swaggering about like he owned the place, which, unofficially, he did as captain of the school football team. He was talking to a couple of seriously attractive girls – cheerleaders, probably, not that Jeff knew who was one and who wasn't at school, not paying attention to that kind of thing. Jeff saw the car coming around the corner, but Russell had his back to it. One thing about modern cars, along with generally more efficient engines, is that they are getting quieter and quieter, which may make the drivers' journeys more comfortable, but also makes them harder for pedestrians to hear. Russell didn't hear it at all, but then he was laughing and joking around to the two girls who stood on the pavement. The first thing that crossed Jeff's mind was actually curiosity. Was this prime athlete so focussed on showing off to the girls on the sidewalk that he wouldn't notice the car at all? Naturally, he assumed the driver of the car would spot Russell and squeeze the brakes, screeching the vehicle to a juddering halt in time. But at the very last minute, horror bloomed inside his chest like a rotting putrescent explosion. The driver wasn't slowing down at all. And then Jeff saw it: the driver was not paying attention, the driver was too intent on using his mobile telephone. It infuriated Jeff when people used cell phones while driving: it was just as stupid as driving while intoxicated by alcohol because your brain wasn't fully focussed on what you were doing. People would know never to use a cell phone while using a chainsaw, say, but somehow the car is seen as safe. Never mind that the automobile has killed more people than any war in history. Jeff dropped his bag and ran, not thinking about what he was doing, not considering that perhaps Russell would see the car at the last minute and leap out of the way, not even hoping that the driver would see the colourful football shirt that the boy in the street was wearing. He dropped everything, including his personal CD player, and pumped every available ounce of energy into the muscles of his legs and arms, pushing himself as hard as his body could manage towards the impending collision. Russell even didn't see it at the last minute, and the driver didn't brake at the final moment because he wasn't watching. In that glimmer of a moment, it all happened, and for Jeff, it seemed to happen so very slowly. He bounded towards the huge quarterback, a guy normally used to shaking off all number of tackles to get that perfect spiralling throw to connect with his wide receiver and get the all-important first down, Jeff leaped towards him and piled all his weight into him. * "Oh God, Jeff, I can see why all the girls are talking about you – you're a powerful guy," Marissa stroked his softening cock, still wet from their combined juices. "How come you don't have a boyfriend?" he asked her, the first really substantial thing he'd actually said to her. "Oh, I do," she said casually, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. "He's a trader - works in the city. Very rich. Bought me a Porsche last month." "And he doesn't mind you…fooling around like this?" "What he doesn't know can't hurt, you know?" she said, getting up now and straightening her clothes. Jeff wanted to ask if he would ever see her again, but the truth was he knew that he probably wouldn't. She'd conquered him now, and it was time to move on. It made him feel a little shallow, a little used. He really should have expected it. * At the time it all happened, though, there was no way he could have expected everything: it was all about risk. The two girls put their hands to their mouths and shrieked, like housewives in early sixties sitcoms when faced with a mouse. At the last minute, Russell turned to look at what the girls were reacting to, but didn't have time for even a quarter turn of his head before he felt the full power of Jeff crashing into him, lifting him clean off his feet to a crumpled heap on the sidewalk. A hideous crunch was clearly heard as the brakes of the vehicle were at last applied by the muppet at the wheel. Jeff heard this crunch, but he didn't connect it with anything at the time. Only when he and Russell landed there on the edge of the sidewalk in a painful heap, did he realise that the car had hit his ankle, crunching into it with merciless force. The moment was over soon, though. The driver of the car, a wealthy businessman in a suit clearly smarter than he was in the head, naturally enough panicked and drover away without stopping. He didn't want to be caught in any trouble, he already had enough stress what with his superior not giving him that Deputy Vice Assistant Manager job title and everything. Russell was clearly shaken from the experience, but was instantly concerned for Jeff's ankle. Ironically, it was a mobile phone that came to Jeff's aid: the quarterback pulled his phone from a pocket and called for an ambulance almost immediately. "Jesus," was all he could say for a while. What did you say when you were captain of the football team and you suddenly found that you actually weren't totally invulnerable. "Jesus," he shook his head, amazed at his sheer lack of care – especially with a big game coming up at the weekend. And who was this kid, this guy who had come from nowhere to put in the most incredible tackle ever? Who was he? "Man, what can I say?" That was Russell down to a tee: Jeff didn't know it back then, but the guy was distinctly likable, and it was the honesty that was part of that. "I mean…" he stammered, "I mean…you saved my ass there. Like, I don't even know you from Adam and you risked your goddamn life…" "Hey…it was no problem…" Jeff said, wincing at the pain of his ruined ankle. "I'm Russell, by the way," he held out a hand for Jeff to shake. "Jeff," said his rescuer. "Christ am I lucky to've had you around. I swear, if that idiot had hit me, he would've probably killed me. Or worse – he could have put me out of the game on Saturday." The little group of them laughed nervously at that: nervous was the word – if circumstances had been any different, Russell would have been the one lying in the street, and it wouldn't have been a broken ankle that was the problem, either. But Russell was the kind of guy who had to raise a smile to defeat tension, and it made Jeff realise that actually, it wasn't just football that made him popular. It was one of the things about life that Jeff would learn from the whole experience after rescuing the most important individual in school. He went to hospital, though everyone knew what was wrong with him already. It wasn't long before a plaster cast was sealed around his foot, like a heavy and unstylish boot. But the plaster cast wasn't the weirdest thing about Jeff's life in the coming weeks. Not by a long shot. * Marissa waved a quiet goodbye, her grin promising a future encounter, though Jeff thought she would probably sit tight and see how popular he was when the fuss all died down about his live-saving activity. She wouldn't want to be seen even acknowledging his presence if he headed back down to the kind of social oblivion he'd taken for granted before the whole incident. Jeff lay back against the pillows, pulling the sheets over his naked body in case someone else came in. He didn't even know whose bed it was: the room looked feminine, in a sister-type way. Did Russell have a sister? He had to. Would Jeff be around long enough to find out these kind of details about Russell? Somehow, he actually thought he would. Russell wasn't the kind of guy that struck up a friendship like theirs had become, only to dispel it. Russell wasn't you typical jock footballing genius, though. That had been one of the biggest surprises for Jeff. Lying there for a moment, his flaccid penis still throbbing in remembrance of what it had been doing five minutes previously, he felt very strange: light-headed, somehow empty. Had it really happened? Had he just come inside Marissa Williams? It was bizarre. He leaned over the side of the bed, and there on the floor was a little crumpled pair of white lace panties, still moist from her wet pussy. He held them up to his nose: the scent was strong, musky, and real enough. It had happened, but what now? He had a little memento of his encounter with the captain of the cheerleaders, but did that make it all worth it? Maybe that was the norm now: this world he had entered had people in it that did not sleep with each other more than once before looking for the next peak to climb. He scratched his head: were people like that really happy? Jeff liked women, of course, and for years he'd fantasised about making love to many different girls, but at the end of the day he needed someone he could really commit to. He just wasn't the type to go round looking for the next challenge. His world had changed, though, and there was no way it would ever go back to the way it was. His world was gone now. * He'd known his world had changed as soon as he had turned up to school the next day, Friday. Applause broke out in the hallways when he passed through. People pointed him out and smiled at him as he passed them. Suddenly, Jeff was on the school map. It wasn't as though it was difficult for people to recognise who the saviour of the school football team was: Jeff was forced to hobble round on a pair of crutches for a while. It made him feel kind of notorious, which was actually no bad thing. And people began to talk to him, treating him not just as some schmuck who just happened to be there, but a valuable member of the community. It made him put effort into smiling back at them and making conversation with them, rather than keeping to himself. For some reason, he didn't want people thinking Russell's lifesaver was a boring no-life. "Hey, Jeff!" Russell and a few fellow footballers were clustered around his locker. "Hey, Russell." "How're you doin', huh?" he was grinning like a maniac. "Oh, you know, not too bad." "Great." The tall football player broke away from his friends and approached Jeff. "You know," he placed his hands on Jeff's shoulders, a position that seemed at first a little close for a guy to be with him, but that was the way Russell was. He said: "something I never said to you before they packed you off into that ambulance yesterday. I never said 'thanks', man. I never even got the chance to thank you." "Oh, that doesn't matter," Jeff shrugged. "No," he replied, "it does. I owe everything to you, man. Only thing I have on me is a little scratch on my hand where I hit the pavement. If it wasn't for you…well, at the very least I would've probably had a broken back." "Ah well," Jeff said, "any time, you know." Russell stepped away. Jeff was worried at first that the other footballers would be somehow jealous of the closeness of their captain and his rescuer. But they weren't. Their smiles were just as broad as Russell's, and as Jeff would later find out, they were just as relieved as their captain. "Jeff," Russell said, "we were wonderin' if…well…if you weren't doing much later on this afternoon…if you'd like to come out to the driving range with us…y'know? Hit some balls?" It was all very strange for Jeff, all this attention. He wasn't at all used to it. In actual fact, he found he quite liked it. So he shrugged, "Sure," he said, "why not?" "Great," Russell beamed. "We'll see you outside school gates after school, then, huh?" * The door opened, and a young redhead entered the room. She was wearing a crop-top and skirt, too – it seemed to be the uniform for these cheerleaders after hours. But she was wearing white thigh-high stockings that rose up to lace tops just below the hem of her short skirt. It looked a little seedy, but Jeff couldn't help but react to it, his penis stirring involuntarily under the sheets. "Hi," she said. "I'm Kitty, we've never really met." She closed the door and leaned back against it. What was she doing? "Uh…Jeff," he said, "I'm Jeff." "Oh, I know who you are," she smiled. Pretty, but then all the cheerleaders were – it was part of the job. "I just passed Marissa in the corridor, and she happened to mention you might need some company…" Kitty stepped up to the end of the bed like a lioness on the prowl. "How's your ankle?" she asked. "Fine," he replied, "the plaster's secure, it's just like a huge sock really. Don't notice it's there." "You're very brave," she said, crawling up the bed slowly. He could se down her top. She wasn't wearing a bra. He felt unreal again, like this wasn't happening. "I bet I can make you forget all about it," she said with an impish grin. She reached forwards and started slowly peeling the sheets down over his body. Jeff didn't even try to stop her. He didn't feel real, he was in a dreamworld. "Oh my God…" she said as his semi-hard cock was revealed to her gaze. "Marissa wasn't lying!" It was odd, he didn't feel at all self-conscious. In this unreal world, countless women could have come in and he wouldn't have been embarrassed. She dropped down and he felt her hot breath on his skin around his crotch. She kissed the base of his cock, and then slowly moved up until exquisite warmth engulfed the head of his penis All he could see was a head of burning red hair begin to slowly bob up and then down, and past that he could see her arching her back, pushing her shapely behind up into the air as if to give him something else to look at. But he couldn't keep his eyes open long, sinking back into the pillow as her rhythm accelerated. This kind of attention he'd never had from girls before: perhaps he should just enjoy it. * It was very strange at first, how the girls took notice of him, wanted to talk to him about things they'd normally not bother with. It was quite refreshing to be talking to so many people, and far from being superficial, he found the human contact refreshing and cheery. LifeSaver Jackson could see that Cindy was waiting for him to call her into the office and irritation surged through him. Why the hell couldn't the fool woman just obey orders? There hadn't been anything sexist about the rule he had put out saying the female lifeguards couldn't patrol the beach alone, but had to have a male lifeguard with them. It was just common sense. The men were big enough and fit enough to make would be bullies think twice, even if they had had a few too many. Generally it was a simple job to make them behave. A woman lifeguard, however, was just a challenge for them. Jackson had deliberately waited until the station was closed and the rest of the lifeguards were heading elsewhere before he confronted Cindy. Her equal opportunity women's lib attitude could get a bit noisy at times, to the point that he'd banned people from debating it in the office. As far as Jackson was concerned she was entitled to her opinions, but he didn't have to listen to them while at work. Swearing to himself, Jackson invited Cindy into his office. "Couldn't this have been done earlier," groused Cindy as soon as she entered the office, "or waited until tomorrow? I'm going to be late home now." "You're not going home directly from here, but to the club to enjoy some drinks with some friends," Jackson observed. "I assumed that you'd prefer some privacy while I tell you that you're an idiot and if you can't follow the rules I'll terminate your employment." Cindy stiffened, angry. How dare he? "I'm perfectly capable of doing my job," she snapped. "I'm just as efficient as any of the men around here and you know it. That rule about having to have a male escort is sexist and demeaning and you know it." "You are just as good as any of the men in the water," came the cold reply, "and better than most. Patrolling the beach, however, is a different matter, which you would realise if you would look at the facts logically instead of through your politically correct glasses. The rule is in place not just to protect the female lifeguards, but also for the protection of the public. You screwed up and you damn well know it." "It's not my fault that the man was drunk and wouldn't listen to reason," protest Cindy indignantly. "He should have recognised my authority and just calmed down a bit." "What he recognised was a chit of a girl was trying to tell a man what to do and he resented it. You're lucky Mike rolled up when he did or you could have got hurt. As it is, Mike will be lucky if he doesn't have a black eye and we have to charge an idiot with assault. And it's all your fault for not following the bloody rules." Cindy and Jackson glared at each other, Jackson irritated and Cindy defiant. "It's getting a bit old, you know, with you waving the banner of equal rights and women's lib, while at the same time claiming special privileges because you're a woman. Has it ever occurred to you what a hypocrite you are?" "What are you talking about?" flared Cindy. "When have I ever traded at being a woman?" "How about when you decide that a rule that is there for, among other things, your protection, can be flouted because you're a woman and it shouldn't apply to you? How about right now, when instead of listening to what I'm trying to tell you, you're ready to argue every little point? Ha! If you were one of the boys I was having a go at and he argued the way you do I'd threaten to clout him, and they know it. You I can't clout, but I can just imagine your reaction if I threatened to spank you. You'd be all up in arms about male brutality, equal rights and all your other self-serving bullshit." A picture formed in Cindy's mind of Jackson bending her over the desk, slowly pulling down her panties and his big hand spanking her bottom. Or would he bend her over his knee, she wondered? She felt vaguely excited at the thought, and was slightly shocked at herself. What was she thinking? "Cindy!" snapped Jackson. "What the hell is wrong with you? I'm trying to get you to understand the seriousness of what happened and all of a sudden you're just staring into space. Did you even hear what I just said?" "Of course," said Cindy hurriedly. "You said you wanted to spank me." Jackson looked at her. "I didn't precisely say that. I was also asking if you heard what I said after that. Apparently not. Anyone would think you wanted your bottom smacked the way you're behaving?" Cindy's errant mind went wandering again. Would he make her pull her panties down first or would he want to do it himself? If she had to he'd see everything. Heat pooled low under her tummy as she wondered for a moment if he had a paddle he used. "Cindy, damn it, are you listening to me?" "Yes!" she exclaimed, snapping back to reality. "Honest I am. If you insist I suppose I'll have to let you spank me." Jackson blinked, and reviewed their conversation in his head. As far as he was concerned, what Cindy had been hearing had nothing to with reality. "I don't think you've heard a single thing I've said for the last ten minutes, Cindy," Jackson observed. "But by all means, if you're resigned to getting a spanking, take off your panties and come and bend over my desk." Excitement burning within her, Cindy rose off her seat and her hands dropped to her shorts. She hesitated for a moment. Should she turn away so he only saw her bottom or would that make him madder? Better not chance it. She undid her shorts and pushed them down, followed by her panties. She felt pleased that she'd shaved that morning. If she had to show Jackson her pussy, at least it was nice and smooth. Jackson wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh or cry. Not only had Cindy wandered off into her own world as soon as the word spanking had crossed his lips but now she seemed determined to get one. What the hell was he supposed to do? Seeing her bending over the desk, pert little bottom stuck up, looking at him expectantly, Jackson gave a mental shrug. Might as well be hanged as a lion rather than as a sheep. And if he didn't spank her, who knew what she might do. Stepping around the desk, Jackson moved behind Cindy. She was, he noticed, standing with her legs parted, giving him a nice view of a smoothly shaven pussy. On the spot, he decided a spanking wasn't going to be all she got before she left the office. Cindy waited, excitement burning within her. She couldn't believe this was happening. Jackson was insisting on spanking her just for breaking a silly rule. How could he do this? She waited, anticipation and nervousness battling for supremacy. A hand came firmly down on her bottom, and Cindy squealed. He was! He was really spanking her. Her excitement kicked up a notch as she waited for the next spank. Watching Cindy's reaction after the first spank, Jackson was surprise to see her lift her bottom slightly higher, pushing it towards him. He shrugged and spanked it again, amused at the way she squealed and wiggled her bottom again. Just how long was he supposed to spank her for? Cindy squealed and wriggled her bottom as Jackson continued to steadily spank her. How could he do this? She was a woman, not a child to be chastised. She squealed again, easing her legs slightly further apart. Excitement was now burning steadily inside her, and she could feel moisture rising in her most private places. Would he notice? Jackson had indeed noticed. Cindy's lips were parted, moisture beading on the surface, making her lips gleam in the light. She was excited and wanting. Jackson undid his trousers and let them fall. Then he reached for Cindy. Cindy leaned over the desk, bottom smarting and tingling. The heat and excitement burning within her relegated the stinging to just another spur, stirring up her wants and desires. She froze as she felt Jackson's hand close over her mound. "OK, Cindy," she heard him say. "We're now going to move this spanking up a notch." Cindy was breathing hard, wondering if he meant what she thought he meant. She felt him easing her lips further apart and tensed expectantly. He was going to take her, she just knew it. The rest of the spanking would be against her pussy. How could he do this? "Oh, god, you're really putting that in me," she gasped, feeling him sliding home. "I can't believe you're such a chauvinist. Oh, god, it feels too big. How can I handle that? Oh, god." Jackson could hear her chattering away as he slid smoothly into Cindy's willing pussy, feeling her pressing urgently back against him. They came together with a loud slapping sound and a squeal from Cindy. Cindy felt Jackson slap home against her. She was burning inside and needed him there, and was shocked at how much she wanted this. She was a modern woman, she groaned to herself. I don't believe in being dominated by a man, and as for being spanked like that. How could he do it? How could she have let him? How could she make him drive in harder? The last she thought she could handle, lifting her bottom and using her hips to push herself firmly against Jackson's invasive presence. She gasped and squealed as Jackson powered into her, finding the banging of his loins against her still tender bottom to be exhilarating. She was being spanked and ravished at the same time, and her excitement was climbing to a fever pitch. Jackson thrust hard and fast into Cindy, enjoying her enthusiastic response. He couldn't believe this was happening, but if it was a dream he was willing to go with it. He continued to thrust, feeling Cindy's heat and excitement rising. Cindy could hear herself squealing in excitement. Jackson's cock was totally ravishing her pussy, driving her wild with excitement. She bucked hard against him, pleading, wanting more, harder, faster, and finding Jackson willing to respond. All too soon for Cindy, she could feel her climax rising, and wailed, not wanting it to end so soon. Then she was shrieking her excitement again, feeling Jackson spilling inside her and the burgeoning heat exploded within her, carrying her away. Recovering faster than Cindy, Jackson returned to his seat and waited. Slowly Cindy seemed to come back to earth, and stood there, staring at Jackson, apparently unaware that she hadn't yet pulled up her panties. Jackson, on the other hand, was acutely aware of that fact. "Alright," Cindy finally said, breathing hard. "You've made your point. I'm to obey the rules the same as everyone else. However, I'm sure you're not supposed to spank the female staff, and I trust I have your word that you won't mention this little incident to anyone?" Jackson nodded gravely, watching as Cindy turned to leave, only to find her legs tangled in her shorts and panties. Blushing, she drew them up and hurried out of the office. "Interesting episode," thought Jackson, idly wondering how to get another chance to discipline her." Lifesaver Throughout the day, he kept getting sideways glances, even from the most attractive females in school, the kind of glances that made his cheeks burn and the hairs rise on the back of his neck. What was going on? It was a bit of a relief when the final school bell sounded and everyone began filing out towards the school entrance. For a moment, he assumed Russell would probably forget about going out to the golfing range, and things would slowly turn back to normal as the football captain generally lost interest in his 'lifesaver'. But no: there he was, waiting with a couple of girls at the school gate, tossing his car keys up and down in his hand. "Hey, bud, how's it going? You ready to smack some balls, huh?" "Yeah," Jeff couldn't help but smile. Heck, while he was in favour, why not enjoy it? They drove out to the driving range, a fairly new place out in the suburbs. While in the car, Jeff remained fairly quiet while Russell excitedly went through details about the football game the next day. It seemed it was a big one, against a nearby high school whose team was said to be dabbling in illegal drugs and steroids. The football captain was obviously fired up, and he admitted to Jeff that this was usually the case the night before a match. "That's why I come out here," he said as they drew into the parking lot of the driving range. "You have no idea what a great way to relieve stress hitting golf balls is." "Yeah?" "Yeah – you don't have to aim, you just swing and connect. If you get that perfect hit…man, it gives you that little shiver down your spine…it's like a mini-orgasm, man, I swear." The two girls giggled at that – they really didn't seem to have much in the way of brains. "You ever done this before?" Russell asked as they lined up their first shots. "Never," Jeff admitted. "I've never really been one for sports," he added. "You don't seem to be the competitive type," Russell lifted his club and swung through, cracking the ball, which soared and curved through the air like a tiny missile. Jeff swung at his ball and connected with the top of the ball, sending it trickling along the grass embarrassingly. "Nope, I guess not," he smiled. "Relax," Russell said, and somewhat surprisingly, didn't laugh at Jeff's poor shot. It was surprising to Jeff that this guy wasn't the typical prick out to inflate his ego at the expense of others. It was completely against the stereotype of the captain of the football team. "Don't think of it as sport, man," he said, "think of it as leisure. You're not up against me, your up to have a great time. Just relax, keep your eye on the ball – it'll come." And so it did. Having the two bimbos watching was embarrassing at first, but after a while, he just ignored them. It wasn't as though he was attracted to them, anyway. The evening turned out great, and he had a really good time driving golf balls out into the sunset. After half an hour or so, he'd got the hang of it and was connecting almost as sweetly as Russell. Russell even dropped him off at his house afterwards – it was a truly wonderful evening. "Hey, bud," the footballer said, "why don't you come watch the game tomorrow, huh?" "Oh well…" Jeff was unsure. He'd never really found any kind of interest in football. "Go on – you'll have fun. And afterwards, you will come out with us, won't you? We're having a celebratory party." "Celebratory? You haven't won yet, Russ," Jeff smiled. "We'll find something to celebrate – even if we lose. You'll see." "Hell, why not?" Jeff said, getting out of the car. "I'll do it." "Great. You won't be sorry, man – I'll see to that, I promise." With a little screech of the tyres, Russell was away, and Jeff was left scratching his head. What was going on? He had just agreed to actually go and watch a football game. Lunacy: total lunacy. * "Oh God, fuck me, Jeff!" she cried out as he thrust into her wetness. It wasn't dignified, it wasn't civilised, it was hard, rough and like nothing Jeff had ever done before. He leaned back, held her knees apart and pushed inside her, the tip of his cock pressing upwards to stir her g-spot. He could see his shaft disappearing into the tidy scarlet bush between her legs, squeezing inside her soft pussy lips to fill her and then just as quickly withdraw, quivering inside her trembling vagina. He couldn't tell if she was anywhere near orgasm, because she hadn't stopped moaning since the beginning, and it didn't seem to be getting anywhere. It almost seemed as though she was faking…was she? "Oh, come inside me. Come inside me, Jeff – please." She was pleading now, biting her lip as though on the brink of a colossal orgasm. But he felt it wasn't entirely genuine, like it was something she'd learned to please the many guys she'd been with. He did as she asked, letting himself go, flooding her with his hot seed, but somehow it wasn't like it should have been. He was making love to a stunning cheerleader, a redhead with the brightest brown eyes…but there was something missing. As the sensation faded from his loins and he rolled over to lie beside her, he felt…vacuous somehow. She hadn't really enjoyed any part of what had just happened – she'd faked it. She'd obviously learned that football players like to think they are the best thing that ever happened to womankind, and that his pleasure at being such a stud would somehow rub off on her reputation. He would think he was a great lay because of her reaction, and he'd tell all his cool football friends what a great lay she was. But the reality was that Jeff virtually faked it, too. A lot of women are under the misapprehension that men can't fake orgasm. They'd be wrong, of course. Admittedly it is always easier with a condom to fake it, because then a woman can't actually tell that he hasn't released anything, but a guy can force himself to ejaculate without it actually being much of a pleasure. No real orgasm. This is what Jeff did then. And he did the groans and the moans, just like Meg Ryan in that film. And Kitty was satisfied that she was a great lay. But Jeff felt empty. * As soon as Kitty was gone, Jeff was up and throwing on his clothes. No more, no more. He had to get out of there. The scene wasn't really him. Oh, theoretically it would have been great: a row of cheerleaders lining up to suck him back to full hardness and then lie back and let him penetrate them. But there was always a catch. "Hey baby, how you doing?" another blonde cheerleader, pretty like the rest, was approaching up the corridor as he slipped out of the room, fastening the last few buttons on his shirt. "Uh…great…" he said. "You feel like…showing a girl a good time, sport?" she said with a seductive look in her big blue eyes. He had to admit that she was a tempting one, but between his legs, the tiger was sleeping. "Yeah…maybe later, huh?" he said with a grin as he flicked on past her, leaving her there with a slightly surprised, disappointed look like it was her turn and he wasn't supposed to be running out on her. He headed on downstairs again, and a few of Russell's teammates, already the worse for wear for beer, raised glasses or bottles and cheered his arrival. Jeff mock-saluted them, not even remembering their names. "Jeff!" Russell's backup quarterback, Greg Thorndyke, approached him. "How you doing, huh?" "Oh, can't complain," he smiled, and Greg patted him on the shoulder like an old friend. "Great," said the big guy, "I hear you're a bit of a hit with the ladies, my man!" "Well, you know…" he shrugged. "Hey, Russell was looking for you earlier. I think he's out on the porch. Hey, have a beer – you look like you need one!" "Right," Jeff nodded, and took the offered bottle of Bud. Out on the porch, Russell was surprisingly on his own, sitting on a bench looking out into the night. Jeff wondered what was going through his mind. Had he been enduring this world of numb conversation and faker girls for long? That would drive Jeff nuts. "You okay, Russ?" Jeff sat down beside his new friend. "Hey, Jeff!" Russ said, his cheeriness seeming slightly put upon, as though it was Jeff's birthday or something, and he had an obligation to be cheerful. "I hear you've been doing okay tonight." "So-so," Jeff shrugged and took a swig of beer. "You know, I never in a million years thought Marissa Williams would even notice me – let alone take me to bed." "And how was it, huh?" "Disappointing," he said, with a tone of voice that reassured Russell that it was okay to be down, that truth was the best thing when emotions were involved. The quarterback just nodded. Jeff went on: "Started out okay, it was…nice…but kind of…well…flat. Like it was nothing special, like it was just some kind of trophy that both of us had been awarded." Russell sighed. "I'm sorry about that. I guess I thought you might see it differently than…well…how it is." "You've been with Marissa?" "A few times, yeah," Russell shrugged. "I guess most of the team has at some point. Sometimes you get in the mood – a few beers after a great victory. It…well y'know…fills a need." "I swear, when I was with her, she was looking at herself in that full-length mirror," Jeff chuckled. "All the time, I thought she was getting off on me, but she was looking at herself the whole time!" Russell was forced to laugh with him. "You know, you're right. Most of those girls are in love with themselves like that." "How the hell do you cope with it?" Jeff asked. "Cope with it? Christ, Jeff, we get to fool around with the most attractive girls in school – is that so bad?" "So why are you out here on your lonesome, Russ? Why aren't you in there plugging some cute little blonde in her cheerleader's outfit?" Russell sighed again. "You're right, of course," he said softly. "Jeff, I'm so goddamn bored of it. Bored of them. My life is so dull. As soon as I get off the playing field, when the adrenaline stops flowing, there's nothing left. I drink beer with the same guys I've been playing with for years, I occasionally head off to some private place with a girl who I don't even like particularly, but she's at the top of the social scale, so it's like a duty…" he took a huge swig of the tumbler of Jack Daniels he held in his hand. "Christ, I don't know why I'm complaining." "You're complaining because there's something missing in your life," Jeff said. "I feel so ridiculous." "The only ridiculous thing is that you haven't done anything about it, yet." The captain of the football team looked at him then, a serious question in his expression. "Jeff, what the hell do I do? If I don't go out with these guys, if I'm not seen with them…" "What?" Jeff looked at him like he was nuts. "You're the star of the team. The school has never seen anyone of your ability before – you have a football scholarship to Notre Dame pretty much in the bag, so what's the problem? You could turn into a transvestite and no one would think any less of you. You are at the top of the social hierarchy of the school – you can do anything whatsoever and people will still fight to be seen with you." The big guy sighed again, long and deeply. "You're right, of course," he said. "Christ I wish there were people like you in my team, Jeff. Most of the guys – they're good people, you understand, their hearts are in the right place – but they're struggling to remember the next goddamn play, let alone what's going on in the world or anything else conversational. I suppose they're a good bunch to have a beer with and so on…" "But surrounding yourself in cheerleaders is driving you nuts," Jeff chuckled. "Can't you see the solution?" "No, I can't," Russell drained the last of his glass. "It's time to get some new friends." "What?" Now it was Russell's turn to look at Jeff like he was nuts. "Russ, everyone in school likes you – even those you don't even notice. You're an idol. When the team wins every match, like you've been doing since any of us can remember, there's this buzz around school, a buzz of confidence, of optimism, of happiness. People know you'll be the next Joe Montana or…I don't know…Dan Marino…and they're happy to be at the same school as you." "So how does that help me get new friends? They don't grow on trees, you know, Jeff." "The thing that you lack, Russ, is friends that value you as a person, rather than a status symbol. And the easiest way for you to meet people that want to get to know you rather than just being seen with you, is to break out of your clique." "You're right, man. Christ, I know you're right. What do I do?" "Just start meeting new people, huh? I mean, you know nobody's going to actively take a dislike to you, so why bother sitting with the same people in class, at lunch, whatever, huh? Why not strike up a conversation with someone who isn't on the team, and isn't a cheerleader?" Jeff could see the idea forming roots in Russell's mind. It felt odd telling the captain of the football team how to make friends: Jeff hadn't exactly made any effort to get to know anyone at school or anywhere else. But then Jeff had never really had the lifestyle that Russell had. "You know, Jeff, you might just be on to something." "Then next time you have a party," Jeff suggested, "you make sure you invite people from school who aren't the usual crowd. Maybe you'll meet someone…you never know…someone who'll make something actually last between you." * The next week at school was odd. Russell sat with Jeff in class, and the two of them made sure to sit with different people throughout the day – not ignoring the usual crowd, but mixing with new faces a little – and the truth was that Russ was a natural charmer. People were falling over themselves to talk to him, you could see it. And you could see the change in Russell, too. His whole demeanour seemed to change, he became brighter than ever, more cheerful, more optimistic. He'd be talking to people and he'd casually invite them around for the party after the next match. But the next party saw the same old faces, and the disappointment on Russell's face was clear. "Relax," Jeff said as they sat out on the porch again, a couple of beers in their hands. "No one's here," he said. "Well, apart from the normal guys, you know?" "So next week just say to people that you missed them at the party. They probably think you weren't being serious inviting them to a post-match celebration – most of them don't even watch football – can you be surprised they're not here?" "No, I suppose not." "It'll happen, don't worry." A cute blonde poked her head around the door. "Jeff?" there was a pleading tone in her voice. "Go ahead," Russell smiled. "When in Rome, you know?" "Yeah…" Jeff shrugged and went inside after Lisa, who had persuaded him earlier to go upstairs with her. One thing he'd noticed over the course of the last couple of parties was that if he declined the offers of the cheerleaders, it only made them more determined to get him between their legs. And sometimes you just had to give in to get them to leave off. But the sex was, for the most part, mundane. Too much make-up, too much perfume, and girls that were just too self-obsessed. No foreplay, no passion, no real feelings involved. It was little more than mutual masturbation. * The thing about Russell, though, was that if you gave him a target, he did not give up. The next week, he kept asking people to the next party, and the week after that, and so on. Eventually, the football players and cheerleaders were surprised to find a few people they'd never met before at the parties. Then more and more trickled in, and the vast great mansion owned by Russell's parents was full to bursting of high schoolers. "Jeff, you are a God," Russell said, the party so lively with all these new people around. "Well, it makes for a better night, huh?" "It's never been better. For once, the girls aren't just asking everyone upstairs with them." "Some of the cheerleaders are." "Well…" Russell was all smiles, "you know how it is – they can't understand why they're getting no attention from either of us. This is the first party I've actually enjoyed for…well, ages." "You had any luck with the ladies?" Jeff asked, and both of them knew he meant apart from the cheerleaders. "Well, what a choice, huh? I mean…sure, they're not models, or anything like that, but some of them are gorgeous…I mean…they're so interesting and…well, I don't know…sexy, somehow." "It's because they don't have air between their ears," Jeff chuckled, and Russell joined in. "I think I might be on to someone." "No!" a grin spread across Jeff's face. "That's great – who is it?" "There's this dark-haired girl. She's called Alex. She has the sweetest face and these glasses that kind of make look really cute, but also she's so clever. She's pretty shy, though." "So go after her," Jeff said. "But take it slowly. You don't want to rush things with someone as special as that. I mean if anything happens, you can't let it get out of control or she'll think you're just using her as a one night stand, you know?" "Yeah, you're right. You think I might have a chance, though?" "Of course," Jeff reassured his friend. "Just be considerate and don't be tacky like you might be with a cheerleader." "I'll do my best." * With all the events, Jeff had been changed, but the truth was he'd only been changed on the surface. Inside, he was the same old Jeff, still too shy to really form the centre of social events. He was still the kind of guy who sat at the fringes, happy to be there without forming the centre of attention like Russell generally did. The only difference was that people now knew who he was, they recognised him, and since he was famous for saving the life of the star of the school football team, people automatically liked him, even if they hadn't ever met him before. That part of things he liked: he loved that people would smile at him when they passed, it made him feel appreciated. But here at the party, the biggest party ever, he was sitting at the side again, up two steps of the staircase, out of the centre of things. People milled past him, drinks in their hands, occasionally wandering past him and seeing him sitting there, and they held up palms of greeting, or they just smiled at him, and that was enough for him. But looking across, Russell was there just as he had said he would be, talking animatedly to Alex, the sweet little thing he'd had his eye on all evening. He seemed to be getting on well with her, and Jeff could certainly see the attraction. She didn't look like a supermodel, but she had the kind of shy good looks that melted men's hearts. She wasn't going to get onto the cheerleading squad, but her smile was something a man might put his life on the line for. Jeff smiled. It was obvious what would happen: Russell was a smart guy, he wouldn't lose her now. It gave Jeff a warm feeling inside to know that the guy was going to get what had essentially been missing from his life: a proper relationship. Sure, he had a lot to be thankful for, but the truth was that Russell was a fundamentally good person, and he deserved to be appreciated for that by someone close to him. Jeff sat there, holding a glass that had been full of wine, but was now looking pretty empty. Should he go and get another drink or had he had enough already? He looked around. He felt a little light-headed and his cheeks were warm, which always happened when he'd had enough wine. No, best not. Better to sit there and watch the delightful interplay between Russell and Alex. Look at them: both of them clearly infatuated by the other, yet each too nervous to just fall upon the other. There had been a girl at the party that Jeff had had his eye on all night – she looked so sultry, so intelligent and so very sexy, it made his stomach turn to molten lava. But she just looked too…too perfect, and made Jeff feel that in all honesty, he hadn't changed much inside. He was still the same guy he was, pretty shy deep-down, like most guys are in real life. He couldn't see her right now, but even if he could, he'd never be able to just go up to her and talk to her like Russell would have done. Lifesaver "Guess who?" someone put their hands over his eyes, no doubt sitting down behind him on the stairs. He could smell her perfume, and as she put her legs down either side of him, he could feel her nylon-covered legs. "Mom, I thought I told you I'd be all right on my own!" he said, and the girl behind him giggled, removing her hands. Jeff turned to find himself staring up at the girl he had a crush on. She was, it had to be said, stunning. Her blonde hair was tied up behind her, her pretty blues eyes looking down at him through thin horn-framed spectacles perched on a freckled-covered little nose above her full scarlet lips. "Hi," he said, for the first time in ages not knowing what to say. His heart was burning all of a sudden, in that way it had when he had had a mad crush on someone. She was wearing a little black dress that hung from pale shoulders, snugly fitting to her figure. Her legs were clad in black lace-topped thigh-high stockings, but for the moment, he couldn't look anywhere but directly in her eyes. "Hi," he said again, "I'm Jeff." "My name's Jessica," she said. "I just had to meet the guy who's been such an amazing influence on Russell's life." "Oh…" he didn't know what to say. She was incredible. "I…I've never seen you before…you go to our high school?" "Not any more," she said. "I'm Russell's sister – I'm a fresher at college at the moment – I'm about a year older than Russ." "Ah," he said, "that'll explain it." "I've never seen Russ so happy as he is at the moment," she said, smiling at him. It was wonderful to see her smile. The light caught in her eye, as well as her spectacles, and she looked so sharp, so sexy. "What you've done for him…it's really amazing. I mean look at him." He turned to find Russell in a slow dance with Alex, such a gentle embrace, yet the two of them looked so blissfully happy. "What's your secret, Jeff?" he felt her fingers move through his hair, and it made the hairs rise on the back of his neck and a shiver shoot down his spine. Lord, how he loved her touch. "I mean, I've been telling him for years to get rid of the bozos, lose the chumps, but would he listen? Not a chance. Then you come along, and his whole life changes. I mean look at all these guys – I never thought Russ could have such good taste in friends!" "Well…" Jeff said, helpless to prevent himself from releasing a small moan as she began to massage his shoulders. "I suppose…" he said, "…I just…" "You're a mysterious guy, Jeff," she whispered in his ear, "I like that." She got to her feet and stepped down past him, turning to blow him a kiss before moving down into the crowd. He sat there, his ears burning, his heart pounding, his insides turned to mush. Damn, what had she done to him? He craved her, like he'd never craved anyone before. Her smell, her touch – that twinkle in her eyes. He looked down into the crowd, seeing that Russell and Alex were kissing. That was wonderful, really wonderful. It was the kind of tentative, nervous kiss that always started things out in a decent relationship – clearly not the kind of thing that happened between shallow self-obsessed types who might be part of Russell's old crowd. Someone else caught his eye. Jessica. She was looking at him, smiling in the most exquisite way. She winked at him, and silently applauded his success at matchmaking. Look at her: she had the kind of curves that made a guy's mouth water. But it was Russell's sister. How would that affect his relationship with Russell? "Be still my beating heart," he said quietly to himself. * At the end of the evening, Jeff stayed behind with Russell to say goodbye to the last guests. The place was a bit of a mess, but the captain of the football team was clearly unconcerned. "It's usually worse than this," he said with a smile, "you have no idea how much effort it normally is to get it all cleaned up before my parents come back from their long weekends away." They closed the front door behind them and re-entered the house. "Where's Alex?" Jeff asked him, hoping that it wasn't already over between them. "She's…" Russell looked as though he'd been handed the keys to the city. "She's upstairs," he said with the most enormous grin. "You…" Jeff tried to ask, "…you…" "No, no," he said. "Like you said, Jeff – we're not rushing anything. It'll happen, but it's going to be long and slow hopefully. I've never met anyone like her before. She's…amazing." "Good, I'm glad." "I…I think I have feelings for her," he said earnestly. "Good – don't let go of that, whatever you do. It'll be worth it, believe me." Jeff felt awkward, very awkward. He could face revealing that he fancied the pants off Russell's sister. What would Russell think? The worst thing was he might think he was only being Russell's friend to get to his sister…somehow…Jeff felt like a traitor. "How about you, my friend?" Russell asked, patting him on the shoulder. "I've heard some talk about you tonight: everyone wanted to know about you. Are you single? Are you single?" "Well…I guess I didn't have much luck…" he said. "You didn't see anyone tonight who might have…got you going?" "Well, there was someone, but…" "Just what I thought. Plenty of time for that soon enough, come on. You're staying the night, right?" "Uh…well…I suppose." "Come on, I've put you in this room up here." They came up to the second floor, and Russell showed him to the door. "I think you'll be comfortable in here," he said. "But you'll have to excuse me for now – a certain young lady should be waiting for me…" He had the most excited expression on his face, and that made Jeff feel good, despite his lack of fortune that particular evening. Jeff watched his friend slip into another room down the corridor, before opening the door to his own room. * Jeff sighed, alone again. It had been a good party, and at least Russell was happy, but the truth was that Jeff was a little down. Aside from the meaningless fooling around with those cheerleaders, he had been completely single for ages. And now he had a crush on Russell's older sister. Great. Still, this room was great. Pulling off his clothes, Jeff looked around – big double bed, ensuite bathroom, plush furnishings – you couldn't ask for much more for a place to crash after a party. He left his clothes in a heap – who'd care? Then, he stepped around to the side of the bed, ready to slide in under the covers. As he turned, though, he looked up, startled and very surprised. "Hello," Jessica stood in the doorway of the bathroom, dressed only in black lacy underwear, her arms folded under her bra, her eyes on fire behind those elegant glasses of hers. "Jessica…" Jeff said, shock clearly in his voice. "What are you doing here?" She wandered over to him, and he couldn't help his eyes dropping to take in her incredible beauty. She said: "My brother said he's seen you staring at me all night. He said you might like some company tonight." She stepped towards him and he could smell her wonderfully sweet perfume. He was suddenly incredibly nervous, more than he'd ever been before, but his nervousness was mixed with excitement, of a kind stronger than anything he'd ever felt. "I guess he was right," she smiled and stretched up to kiss him. As she did so, he felt her warm, soft fingers closing around his cock, which was like solid marble sheathed in velvet. "So you're just here to keep me company?" Jeff asked. "Well…you could say I'm quite taken with you, Jeff. I can't tell you how good it made me feel when Russ said you had been watching me all night." She kissed him then. It was the briefest of kisses, but electrified his very soul. She smiled – such a sexy smile – and stepped back, climbing onto the bed. Jeff took in deep breaths of her seductive fragrance and trembled slightly from sheer desire. He climbed onto the bed, gently running his hands over her fabulous stocking-clad legs as he moved up beside her. He kissed her cheek softly, then her lower lip and her mouth. He touched her sweet face with his hands, running his fingers through her hair and exploring her body with them. His palms brushed over her confined breasts, sensing the outlines of hard, aroused nipples through the lace. He felt her hot stomach - so smooth, contrasting perfectly with the rough texture of her underwear. He traced his fingers over her legs, stroking the softness of her inner thigh. They broke off their kiss and he moved down to kiss along the top of her bra. His hands gently moved upwards to touch her and he moved his lips closer and closer to one of her nipples. He slipped his right forefinger under the lacy bra, moving it against her hot, delicate breast until it skirted over her nipple. He traced it around her hardened bud and she emitted a sensual moan, encouraging him to pop it out from under its covering and envelope it in his lips. He sucked on it gently, teasing it with his tongue, his hand moving to her other breast, and as he kissed one with his hot mouth, he played with the other, squeezing her erect nipple and coaxing her breast as he did so. He could feel her body rise and hear her moan again in pleasure. He moved down to kiss her stomach, loving its smooth texture and its blistering warmth. His hands traced over her panties, those skimpy black lace thongs that seemed so flimsy, yet were such a powerful effect on him. She stirred with desire, seeking more attention down below, but he waited a little, exploring her sexily stocking clad legs, stroking her thighs, dangerously close to her vagina. She squirmed with her need, but he didn't give in just yet. He turned her over gently, and unclipped her bra. His hand reached around and he touched her liberated breast, his palm massaging it as he rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger. As he did this, he kissed down her back and then cheekily kissed her superlative behind. She let out a small wail of surprise, but then moaned as he slid a finger in between her legs and kissed the backs of her thighs. She was getting so hot, and his finger moved dangerously close, but still did not touch her need yet. She was getting just a little bit frustrated now, but clearly loving it all. He turned her over again onto her back so that she felt a bit of optimism, but his playing wasn't over yet. This was his revenge for all those quickies he had been subjected to by those cheerleaders: he was going to enjoy this time. The full glory of her breasts were now revealed to him, and he just couldn't resist. He nuzzled his face into them, burying himself in the soft warmth, kissing them, stroking them, caressing them, rubbing them against his face. He reached up and kissed her again, long and passionately, for it would be the last for a little while. As they kissed, he felt her surprisingly cold, delicate little hand move down his thigh, which she stroke a little before moving up to his hard penis. She just playfully touched it at first, and he couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure. Then she gripped it exquisitely tightly, moving her hand slowly up and down, perhaps enticing him to put her out of her frustration. He made sure she was lying on her back, then he moved downwards again over her body, over her breasts, her stomach and onwards. He hooked his fingers around the top of her panties and she smiled as she thought he must be about to remove them and she was filled with hope again. But he didn't. Instead, he nuzzled his face in her panties, gently rubbing his nose and mouth over the triangle of lavish black lace. He sensed under it the heat and wetness of so much arousal, and he inhaled her heavenly aroma. She was getting really quite frustrated now, but the fact that he now slowly dragged her panties over her hips and down her smooth thighs resolved that, and she was hopeful once more as he kissed her thighs and up to the crease between her legs and her body. He brushed his face through her pubic hair, each time coming perilously close to her sweet vagina. She was wearing only her stockings and suspender belt now, completely open to his every desire. He moved one of her legs now, so that his head was between her thighs. He breathed in her sexy scent: there was no sexier place to be than here, so intimate and so close to the centre of her sensuality. Gently, he placed his mouth down to kiss around her glistening labia and as his tongue crept out to nestle inside her slick vagina, he looked up to watch her lying there, eyes closed, moaning as she was clearly loving every minute of it. Her moans grow louder as she felt his hot mouth take in her hardened clitoris, and her delicate hands pressed his face to her burning pussy so that she was using his lips as a tool to release the full sensations into her system. He adored her tangy taste and lapped up her juices from her tender pussy lips before slowly inserting a well-lubricated finger inside her. She squirmed in delicious pleasure as his oral performance led her soaring up to a tremendous orgasm. Flushed and a little out of breath, she bent down to kiss him, smiling before turning over to wait for his hot, rigid shaft to penetrate her deeply. And as he glided inside her, feeling her exquisite heat enveloping him, his hands reached underneath her and his cheek touched hers. Gradually, they built up their rhythm together until the friction between them was just too much, and they melted together with explosive force, his hard cock releasing hot sperm deep inside her, her tightness quivering around him. * They fell asleep together, close, their limbs interlocked, and Jeff had a quiet smile on his face, realising that everything was going to be all right. Some people have a certain kind of luck – whatever they do, everything just goes right. Russell was definitely that kind of person – he only had to be down for a few moments, and the solution to his problems was right there in front of him in no time at all. It was clear that he and Alex were perfect for each other. But for Jeff, the secret was to stick close to people who had that kind of luck – some of it will rub off on you. He had never felt envious of what Russell had, which was one reason he had been able to befriend the quarterback in the first place, but lying there with Jessica wrapped in his arms, he knew that Russell's kind of luck was now his kind of luck, and Jessica was definitely no fly-by-night cheerleader. Everything was going to be just fine. Lifesavers It was Friday, and Jesse Anderson waited, fretfully, on the front fender of his rebuilt 1980 Camaro for his twin sister to finish cheerleading tryouts. It was their senior year of high school and the tryouts where more of a formality for her then anything else. Since doing gymnastics since kindergarten and being on the cheerleading squad since junior high, she was there more to help the new girls learn the routines, and weed out the ones that couldn't cut it. He was worried because his sister should have been out about 10 minutes ago, and he needed to get to work. Jesse worked at the YMCA as a lifeguard, which suited him well. He didn't like any sport that didn't involve water. But since most of the schools in the area didn't have pools or swim/diving teams, his only option for competition was at the YMCA. So being a lifeguard there let him have access to the pool for free, and also kept him in shape. Jesse's sister, Jaime, was finally exiting the school, with her best-friend Mandy Williams in tow, who also was a senior cheerleader. Mandy hated being called Mandy, by everyone preferring Amanda, but seemed to tolerate it from Jaime, and by default, Jesse. Mandy was Jaime's friend since doing gymnastics together in kindergarten, always on the same team, always inseparable. They even started doing cheerleading together in junior high after Mandy had to stop doing gymnastics since her body was developing because of puberty, and her breasts were getting in the way to much for her to do well. Jesse had to admit, the two girls were two of the best looking in the school. His sister was the taller of the two at 5'7", and had an athletic build that most of the girls in the school envied. Jesse had that similar build, at 5'11". He was skinny, but not too skinny. He had a swimmer's body. Both had dark brown hair, though his sister insisted on having burgundy highlights in her hair, which Jesse always though fit her fiery mentality. When they were younger, their family always kidded that they had an outlaw for kids, with the play on there names being "Jesse James". While they both were rebellious and defiant, Jesse was more subdued, and knew when to stop, while his sister was the one always getting into trouble with her crazy stunts. If Jaime was the envy of all of the girls in the school, then Mandy was the envy of all of the guys. At 5'6", just barely shorter than Jaime, Mandy had longer legs than Jaime, and her breasts were a pair of gravity defying breasts that every guy in the school wanted to get there hands on. Although the rumors going around were that more then a few had. With her long honey blonde hair and crystal blue eye, she was a walking wet dream. Even Jesse has to force his eyes away from her, or risk embarrassing himself with a growing problem in his pants. Both of them were walking to him still in there athletic shorts and sports bra. Mandy's threatening to burst open from the strain her breast put on it. They looked like two uniform softball halves with an M&M perfectly positioned in the middle, held within the confines of the cloth. He knew something was up and his sister was the cause of it by the smirk on her faces. The two of them were talking to each other, and finally acknowledged him when they were almost to him. "Hey bro!" "Hey sis, Hey Mandy." Mandy noticeably rolled her eyes at the unwelcome name. Having chided him more times then he would care to count; she had long ago stopped trying to get here to call her by her full name. "Hey, Mandy's ride is already late, and we figured that since you're already here you could give her a ride home. We already called here ride and said not to worry about it." Jesse Flipped upon hearing this. "What! I have to get to work after dropping you off, and Mandy lives on the other side of town, I'm definitely going to be late now!" "Don't worry; we'll make it up to you." Jaime said, as they started getting into his car, with Jamie in the back and Mandy in the front, since she would be getting out first. "Yeah, just like you said you would make it up to me for missing States last year. Or like you said you would make it up to me for breaking my bike the year before that." "Oh please, you've been to the state swim meet, two years before that. When have you ever come to a football game, or a basketball game to watch us cheer? And as for the bike, you already had the Camaro at the time." "I was still rebuilding the Camaro! You know, I'm only doing this as a favor to mom, not to you, I shouldn't have to take your friends home too." Jesse drove to Mandy's house, knowing the way from having dropped his sister off here plenty of times. Mandy's house was a larger house, almost bordering on "mansion". Mandy's father worked with the twin's father, but was higher up in the chain of command. Mandy's mom worked as well, but more because she wanted to, rather then needing to. The twin's parents were well off as well, with their mother only working part-time to help with the budget. The arguing continued after Mandy had been dropped off, and Jaime was left at their home. Jesse used a few of the back roads that he knew he could speed on and made it to the Y only 15 minutes late. After a brief discussion with his boss, Jesse went to about his duties. The rest of the weekend was normal for Jesse. He has swim practice on Saturday and Sunday morning, and he worked at the Y in the afternoon at the front desk rather than a Lifeguard on Saturday not wanting to put to much strain on his body after practicing. Jaime had a party on Saturday, and an early date on Sunday. Jesse usually didn't attend the parties with Jaime, and he was grateful for not having to deal with her on Sunday. The quite of not having her in the house helped him get his homework done faster. Even though both brother and sister were known for their athletics, it was Jesse who was the studious one, known for his intelligence at school. Jaime was more willing to skate by her academics, accepting the Bs with the occasional A interspersed. On Monday, Jesse was again at the school waiting on his sister, she was late again, but this time, Jesse didn't care, he had the day off, and the rest of the week he was scheduled earlier shifts at the Y, so he wasn't able to pick her up, their mother would do that. Again, Jaime walked out with Mandy at her side. Whatever his sister had planned, he knew his arguments weren't going to tread water. "Not again." "Please! Do you know how many guys would kill to have me or Mandy in their car? Beside, she's coming over to our house. We're going to go swimming in the pool before dinner, and then mom is going to drive her home." "Fine, just get in." This time Mandy sat in the back seat, while Jaime was in the front. Both of them talked non-stop on the way to the twin's house about boys, the cheerleading tryouts that were finishing up this week, and other stuff that Jesse had no interest in. Jesse did manage to get a couple of quick glances at Mandy in his rear-view mirror. When they got home, the girls went strait up stairs to change into their bikinis and go swimming, while Jesse went to go do his homework, while waiting for dinner. The screaming, laughing and splashing from the backyard pool kept making Jesse think he was working at the Y. Finally, about an hour later, his mother told him to go out back and get the girls for dinner. He relented and went to get them. As he exited the door to the backyard, Jesse heard a noise that made his stomach drop. He had heard the sound before, as a lifeguard at the Y. He knew that one of the two girls tried to dive from the board, but somehow didn't entirely clear the board. Jesse, upon instinct, ran to the pool. He had is shirt, and shoes off by the time he got there to assess the situation. His sister was swimming from the deep end of the pool to the shallow Oblivious to anything outside of the pool, but Mandy was in the deep end, and didn't seem to be moving to the surface. Jesse knew that his pants would only get in the way, so he stripped to his boxers quickly and jumped in for Mandy. In the water he saw her arms moving and air escaping here lungs, and she tried to scream underwater. Jesse grabbed her under her arms and swam her to the surface. After breaking the surface, Mandy was able to get air, but that also allowed her to scream her pain. Jesse now had one hand around her, using the other to get her to the edge of the pool, where by now; Jaime was waiting to help get Mandy out of the water. Once out of the water, Jesse's first aid training took over. He checked here over looking for cuts or broken bones while he had Mandy lie down and was asking her "Where does it hurt? What hit the board?" Through here sobbing and gasping, Mandy finally managed to get out that her knee hit the board. He looked at her legs again, seeing that the side of her right knee was definitely red from the impact, and he knew that the swelling was going to start fast. After a new pokes and prods, he realized that it wasn't dislocated, but there was the possibility that something else might have happened. He told Jamie to get their mom. They were going to have to get Mandy to the hospital, and that they were also going to have to call Mandy's parents to get them there fast. Gently, everyone managed to get Mandy into their mom's car, with a towel wrapped around her, and ice on her knee to keep the swelling down. Jamie went with there mom to the hospital, while calling Mandy's parents to meet them there. Jesse stayed and watched the car leave. Finally the adrenalin left him, and he started to shiver, realizing that he was standing outside in a pair of wet boxers. He finally broke out of his trance and went inside to dry off. Later that night, Jamie returned with their mother. Jesse wanted to know how things were, and how Mandy was doing. His mother told him, "Well, she'll live, thanks to you. But they won't know about her knee until tomorrow. The doctors want to wait until the swelling goes down before they look at the knee. "You did a good thing today, Jesse, I'm proud of you." "Thanks Mom." During the conversation, Jamie just went upstairs and went to bed. Jesse tried talking to her, but he knew she wasn't up for it; her best friend just survived drowning. The next day at school, Jesse and Jamie were asked questions about Mandy. Where was she? What happened the previous night? How she was doing? Wednesday just ended up being more of the same. On Thursday, Mandy was back at school, though she has a brace on her right leg and was walking with crutches. She didn't look like she was having the easiest of time with things, although she had a ton of offers from all of the guys in her classes wanting to help her carry her books for her to her classes. Friday came and went with little fanfare. Jesse went to the Y to pick up his paycheck, and then went home for the day. He didn't have to pick up his sister since she was planning on celebrating with the cheerleaders who made the squad since today was the last day of tryouts. When he got home, he saw Mandy's mother's car in the driveway, and figured that Mrs. Williams was visiting his mom. Wanting to avoid having to talk with Mandy's mother about what happened on Monday, Jesse just went up to his room. To his surprise though, Mandy was there. She was sitting at his desk chair looking through his CDs oblivious to him being there. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans, with her brace over her right knee. Her crutches were on his bed a few feet away. She was wearing a white t-shirt, with what looked like a pink or faded red bra underneath. She looked gorgeous. Jesse finally decided to say something, "Mandy? What are you doing up here?" "Oh! Hey Jesse." Mandy turned in his desk chair to face him, still holding his CDs. "I was just trying to waste some time while my mom talks with yours. I also wanted to thank you for what you did for me on Monday. You probably saved my life." She looked down at the CDs in her hands, like she didn't know what else to say about the event, or if she might want to forget about it. "That's what I get paid to do. Please don't make a big deal about it." "Yeah, but if you hadn't been at the right place at the right time..." she shrugged, "Who knows?" "So how's your knee?" Jesse asked, instantly regretting it. He moved into the room, depositing his bag by his desk, and moving to sit on his bed. "Oh it's ok. I have a torn ACL, but it won't require surgery if I go easy on it. But that means no cheerleading for me this year." That explained why she wasn't getting ready to celebrate with Jamie. "So what are you going to do to keep you occupied now that you won't be cheerleading?" "I don't know. It's not exactly easy for me knowing that I won't be a cheerleader this year. Its part of who I am. I mean, how you feel if you got injured and couldn't swim?" "Look, I might be a good swimmer, and I might even get a scholarship or something from it, but that's not who I am. I'm not a swimmer. I'm a guy who happens to be a good swimmer. "Just because I play a specific sport doesn't make me a Jock. Just because I get good grades doesn't mean I'm a nerd. And just because you cheered doesn't mean that you are just a cheerleader. I'm sure there are other things that you do well, other things that you have fun doing." At that moment she looked up at him, and kind of cocked her head. "Look, I'm sorry to about your leg, but I'm sure you'll still have a lot of stuff to offer the world then being a cheerleader. Besides, you have to be enjoying the attention you're getting with all of the guys at school fawning over you." "Please, those guys would eat rotten garbage if they thought it would help them get in my pants." We both laughed at the truth of her statement. "So what are you doing tonight? Who's the hot date this time?" I knew she was just trying to get me to get embarrassed. But I was used to this from her and Jamie. "No one. No date tonight. Just homework for me." Mandy replied with an obviously sarcastic voice, "What, a cute guy like you with no date? What happened, did she turn you down?" She pouted her lips at the ends, and looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. If he had less control he would have kissed her right then and there. But he just shook his head, and replied, "No, I didn't ask anyone." "OK, tell you what, pick me up at 7. We'll go see a movie and get some dinner. It the least I can do for my hero." "You don't have to take pity on me." "It's not pity. It's appreciation. And besides, I could do a lot worse then going out with a cute guy like you!" "Um...OK." Jesse didn't know what had just happen, but it seemed like Mandy just asked him out on a date. "Now help me up, I'm going to have to get my mom to go home if I'm going to be ready in time for tonight." With that Jesse helped Mandy Get onto her good leg, and Get her crutches for her. He helped her down the stairs slowly, and made sure they found their mothers, who were just finishing up there conversation in the Kitchen. Mrs. Williams thanked him profusely, while Mandy was helped into Mrs. Williams' car. Jesse was still working how he ended up agreeing to go on a date with Amanda Williams. Not wanting to dwell on it too long, he decided to go along with the ride, and wait to see if there was a punch line later. Jesse pulled up to the Williams' house at 6:55, figuring a few minutes early wouldn't hurt, especially if he had to help Mandy into the normally low Camaro. He knocked on the door and Mrs. Williams answered and invited him in. Mrs. Williams called to Mandy, who was still getting ready; to tell her that Jesse was there. Mandy called down saying that she was almost ready. When Mandy came down a few minutes later, with her crutches, Jesse hurried up the stairs to help Mandy the rest of the way down. When she was finally on the main floor, Jesse finally let himself take a look at her. Mandy was wearing a light blue baby tank, with a white cardigan. Her breasts were essentially on display for the world to notice. The tank ended just about her navel where he noticed a piercing with a gem dangling in the middle. A White skirt stopped halfway on her legs, displaying them well, with the brace on the right knee. A pair of while Keds finished her outfit. "Well, you two have a good time. Just have her back by midnight, ok?" "Yes Mrs. Williams." They walked out to the car, and Jesse helped her in. He swore he could see a light blue flash of Mandy's panty covered sex, but he figured he was just imagining it. He got in and started the car. He looked over to Mandy about to ask if she was ready to go, but was cut short by a hand on his cheek and a pair of lips on his. It was soft and tentative at first, but Jesse just went with it. Mandy finally broke the kiss, both of them looking at each other, Mandy with slightly parted lips, breathing hard. Mandy finally broke the silent trance with a giggle. "We better hurry, or we'll miss the movie." Jesse pulled out and headed to the local theater. They got there just in time to see "Stardust", which had just recently come out. It took a lot of arguing on Mandy's part for Jesse to let her pay for the tickets. They both got a drink, and Mandy picked up a bag of M&Ms. Mandy finally relented on Jesse's arguing and allowed him to pay for it. In the theater, they sat up front, so Mandy wouldn't have to climb the steps up to a good seat. The movie was an interesting fantasy movie about a falling star come to life, and a simple shop boy saving her. Robert Deniro's character was the memorable one though. Mandy was holding on to Jesse arm through-out the movie, and squeezed him during all of the romantic scenes. Jesse had to admit, the movie was probably better then it actually was mostly due to the woman sitting next to him. After the movie, they settled on going to a diner. Somewhere easy to get to, and wouldn't require much walking on Mandy's part. They shared a dessert, after which Jesse prepared to take her home. They had both been having a wonderful time talking and joking about all the stuff that they used to do as they were kids, but also talking about their current interests. Mandy seemed like she didn't want to go back to her house yet though. "Hey! It's still early. It's only 10:30. I know what we can do." Mandy proceeded to guide Jesse to where she wanted to go, but never actually told him where. A few minutes later, they ended up at playground that Jesse remembered them having played at when they were younger, they had even discussed it a bit during dinner. It was deserted, and they were the only ones there. Jesse helped Mandy out of the car, and this time actually did manage to see up her skirt. Mandy pressed up against him, for balance, but had a devilish look on her face. "See something you like?" "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. It was an accident I swear!" "It's ok. How about you help me with my crutches though?' "Sure." Jesse let go of Mandy to reach into the Camaro to get her crutches. While bent over, Mandy managed to get a good look at his ass. She had to admit to herself, that at least she liked what she saw. Once able to, Mandy led the way and headed to the swings on the playground. Jesse helped her into one, and started her off, since she was only able to use her good leg to push slowly. Jesse finally got into the swing next to her and accompanied her on her voyage. After a few minutes they both slowed down, and just enjoyed the cool air of the night, and the stars in the sky. "Jess, could you help me out of this thing?" Jesse came over in front of her, and pulled her up to her feet. Upon standing up, Mandy pressed her entire body against Jesse and kissed him. She had one hand on his shoulder for support, the other on his neck making sure he wouldn't try to get away. Jesse's hands where on her hips and lower back, not daring to go lower, but also not wanting to leave the sweet feel of the top portion of her ass. Lifesaving My Sis This is my first submitted erotic work. I have a couple of others in the works. Comments are welcome but be gentle please! I would like to personally and publicly thank Sarahhh for all of her help. She has been a fabulous mentor, editor, and friend (and only occasional 'grammar nazi') in helping me get published here. Her great intellect is only exceeded by her exceptional beauty. * "I am telling you John, this is a sweet gig," Mike was ranting, going on and on about this job posting at the college where we both attended as freshmen. "Yeah, but I will have to get my lifesaving certification for it and that will take time," I complained back to him. He was not buying it. "But man, it would mean being the lifeguard for the women's swim team and the women's water volleyball team among your other duties. This is the chance of a lifetime. What have you got to lose besides your virginity?" Mike questioned. "But how am I supposed to get that certification in only three weeks? I know it is tough and I don't know of any classes running now." "Man you know my Aunt Becky. She will teach you if I ask a favor. You are always going on about how hot she is. It should be fun," he attempted reasoning with me. I agreed his Aunt is hot and learning this stuff from her would be great fun even if I did not get it. His Aunt Becky was the pool director at the local YMCA. She did not normally teach the classes herself but she was quite qualified. "Well, ask her if she will do it and I will think about it," I answered finally, putting the discussion temporarily to rest, or at least I thought. "Ask her to do what?" my twin sister Melanie asked as she came walking in the door and saw we were talking in the living room. Melanie is my 'baby sis' as I call her, being born twenty minutes after me. We are very close and discuss private stuff in our lives with each other all the time, even things I would never tell our folks. She was my first kiss, and I hers, when we were curious about it one night. The lessons had not gone much further after one hot make out session with her where we both got pretty heated. I think we were even closer after that, if it was possible. We really liked each other. I, of course, was her protector on the sidelines, even though I don't think she knew. No one in my school dared take my sis out on a date if I did not approve. With my 6'6" height and 220 lb black belt trained body, no one was going to argue that point with me and live to talk of it. Melanie is absolutely gorgeous at 5'4", blond hair, blue eyes and weighing in around 100 lbs soaking wet. She is in pretty good shape as one of the best swimmers on the ladies swim team. "Oh hi, Mel. Mike was just telling me about the lifeguard position opening at the school. He was trying to convince me to apply for it," I replied "Yeah, but I distinctly heard a 'her' involved. Who might that be? And what part do they play in this?" she asked, trying to pry out answers. She comes off as awful nosy sometimes, but she usually has my best interest at heart when she tries to help, so I was freely bringing her up to speed on our discussion. I almost sensed a little jealousy coming from her as she questioned us on our conversation. Mike decided to climb in with both feet. "My Aunt Becky could train your brother so he could do the job. The position does not start for three weeks still. That is lots of time, besides he could use the money. It pays eighteen dollars per hour. That is the best paying job at the college for a student, and besides, he would then have to see all of your meets, Mel, since he would be the lifeguard." "Ooh, go for it John. I like any idea that will get my big hunky brother to my swim meets. And you could get paid for it too? You really should go for it bro." I knew my decision was made when she looked at me and blew me a kiss to add to the 'big hunky brother' comment. What a little tease! Well, I asked Mike to find out if his aunt would do it for me and get back to me. I was still blushing at my sister's antics. She always knew how to embarrass me. For that kind of money and the obvious other benefits it could be great. If only Becky would agree to do it for me. "Man, I'll call her right now. She is at work and I know she is usually near her desk doing paperwork." Mike did call, and Becky wanted to talk to me, so I got on with her. She agreed to teach me after they closed the pool at 9 pm each night, but I would have to be there every night for at least an hour. I already had the advanced first aid I needed. I had gotten that in Boy Scouts and kept it current. I would just need the water qualifications. "So, what will I owe you for the class Becky?" I asked, expecting it to be pretty expensive with that much pool time. "I want you to lifeguard for my tots on Saturday mornings for the next two months. I get a free lifeguard for two months and you get your free class. It is only two hours from 8 to 10 am. Is that acceptable?" Becky asked me. "Man, that is great Becky, thanks a lot. When can we start?" I enthused. This could work out great. "Be here tomorrow at 8:30pm so you can get in your suit and be ready to go at 9 pm. Make sure you have a Speedo type suit. The baggie types are not good to learn in," she explained. My sister was all smiles as she watched this all fall into place. I was wondering what she was thinking about all of this, but she walked out before I got off the phone and retreated to her room and shut the door. "I have got to get over to the school tomorrow and get my application in. I really want to get this job now," I told Mike. He was very much in agreement with me on this one. "I told you it could be a great gig. When are you going to start trusting me?" he kidded. I was super excited. Mike said he had to get home and do homework and dinner before his big date that night. He had been going out with my sister's friend Carol for about three months now. They were looking pretty serious when I saw them together. I have to admit they made a great couple. They just seemed to click, if you know what I mean. "Thanks again, Mike. See you in school Monday." "Later man" he replied as he headed out the door. I walked up to my sister's room and knocked. She invited me in. She was modeling a new swim suit in front of her mirror. It was very sexy without looking smutty. It was hot pink and she looked really great in it. I wolf whistled at her in jest as I entered, seeing her there. She blushed at me and threw a pillow from her bed. "That really looks good Mel. I was just kidding with the wolf routine. If you weren't my sister, it would get my blood boiling," I noted, and winked at her from the bed where I had taken up residence to watch the show. "Oh, what does being my brother have to do with it? Don't you think I am pretty John?" she asked, looking at me in the mirror. She pirouetted and struck a couple of cheesecake poses while watching my reaction. She was definitely hot, but I don't think she realized how much. I had to roll onto my stomach to hide my aching hard on now which was trying the patience of my shorts zipper. "Melanie, Melanie, and how many times do I have to tell you that you are the prettiest girl at the school?" I answered, exasperated. I had told her this for years. I don't think she ever accepted my word for it. She had no idea how many hopeful lotharios I had to 'talk to' at school after hearing comments in the locker rooms about wanting to fuck her. I never told her about these. I just handled the matter in my own quiet way. I threatened their life! HA! "John, I have another suit to try on. Would you give me your opinion on it too?" "Sure Mel. You know I will do anything for you. I am really enjoying the show so far." That brought a broad grin as she stripped her suit off before I could look away or react. "Mel, what are you doing? You're naked. I shouldn't see you like this." I was blushing, but could not look away no matter how hard I tried. I tried to convince myself what a sick bastard I was. She was positively gorgeous! Her blond bush matched her head. I now had proof she was a natural blond. Her breasts, though not real large, were more than adequate and stood up perky and proud. She also has the most perfect hourglass shaped ass. I am a confirmed ass man. Hers was perfect, like her. She turned to face me and stared for a second, giving me a really smoldering look before throwing the other suit on. She turned her back to me and bent to slip the bottoms up, pausing to give me another long look at her world class ass. I was agog! "I am sorry for staring sis, but my God girl, you are beautiful! You could easily be a Playboy centerfold!" I panted as I continued to stare. I was now drilling into the bed with the hardest erection I have ever had. Her smile lit up her face as she modeled the new suit now, ignoring my comment about her charms. This one was a bright blue and only slightly more conservative than the first. It was really sexy looking and I told her so. "Thanks big hunky brother. I appreciate your opinion. I value it," she told me, smiling at me with that smoldering stare. "Which suit did you like best, this one, the pink one or, this one?" as she again peeled her suit off, leaving her in her birthday suit. I saw her humor, but wondered where this was coming from. I also wondered about the big hunky brother comments. She had never called me that before. "I can't tell you. You would be mad at your big pervert brother." "No, I won't John. If I didn't want you to look, I wouldn't show you. I know you aren't a pervert. You're my big hunky brother and I love you," she continued, modeling her nude body for me. "I love you too Mel, but what brought this on all of a sudden?" "John, I just had to see if I was really attractive. No one ever asks me out, and I was thinking I must be ugly or something." "Mel, you are a very beautiful girl. I was being honest with you about being the prettiest girl in the school. You really are quite the fox, whether you want to recognize it or not," I answered her truthfully. She walked over to me on the bed and pushed me over onto my back before I could react. She immediately sighted my bulge and grinned. "Now I know you are being honest with me. I know he doesn't know how to lie," she giggled as my face turned a bright red. "I am so sorry Mel! Can you forgive me? You really are pretty, but I shouldn't be getting hard looking at my twin sister." "John, I appreciate your concern, but I like your reaction. I am very flattered. I just wonder why no one else in our school ever notices me." "I am afraid I had a hand in that Mel. I let it be known that if anyone wanted to date you they had to get my permission. Those that made rude or suggestive comments about you usually lived to regret them," I explained, red faced. "I knew about that John. I am glad my big hunky brother loves me enough to try to protect me. I just wanted to see if you would admit it to me," she giggled as she crawled up on me, still naked. She snuggled up and kissed my cheek tenderly, laying her head on my chest. "Thanks for being honest with me John." She could no doubt feel my ardor poking her belly as she lay on me. I was embarrassed, but deliriously happy. I mean I had a beautiful naked girl snuggling with me on her bed! Life doesn't get much better. "I better go before the parental units catch us. This would not go over too well I don't think," I said as I extricated myself from under her. "Then again, they might surprise you," she giggled. What is she talking about? Our parents would go ballistic at best. I got up to go back to my room to relieve some pressure on my system. My sis blew me another kiss as I went out the door. Boy, what the hell is getting into her! The rest of the evening was uneventful. I told my parents of the job possibility and Becky's offer to train me. They were delighted and wished me well getting the job. Unknown to me, my sister pulled some strings on my behalf. It seems her swimming coach was responsible for hiring the lifeguard. She put in a good word for me the next Monday. I had dropped off my application that morning with the office. Her coach called me that afternoon and told me I had the job as long as I could show I had the lifeguard card before the job started. I was flabbergasted. I knew I had to have the inside track and suspected what my sis had done. I planned to ask her about it later. I also knew the pressure was on me to learn and pass the drills with Becky in time. It would take a lot of work. I went out to the sports store after school and got a Speedo. I had never worn one before and was self conscious about it a bit. I am not huge, but not badly endowed either, so I was a bit concerned about getting hard in front of Becky with this suit as she would see it perfectly. I was nervous about the class tonight. I awaited Mel in her room dressed in my new Speedo. I figured she would give me an honest answer after last night. Besides I felt I owed her a little peep show at least. Mel arrived just after her practice. She was in her jogging suit. She came in her room and was surprised to find me, but seemed very pleased to see me so scantily dressed. "Hi there, big hunky brother. What brings you here in that?" "Mel, I need your opinion on this suit. I also wanted to personally thank you for putting in the good word for me with your coach. I assume it was you since she called me and told me I have the job if I get my card." I walked over to her, hugged her and gave her a kiss which was supposed to be on the cheek, but she was having none of that and grabbed my head and laid one on my lips, grinning like the Cheshire cat. "I would do anything for my big hunky brother. I did mention it to my coach and I guess she followed up quicker than I thought she would. I am glad I will have you at my meets now," Mel purred in my ear after releasing me from her lip lock. She released me and stood back, still watching me for reaction to the kiss. "Does this look OK Mel?" I asked sheepishly. I was very red with embarrassment as I stood there. She could sense my mood and stripped her jogging suit off as we talked. This move left her in only her very tiny bikini panties. Her breasts were bare. Boy they were gorgeous. "You look great John. Believe me, you have nothing to be embarrassed about!" as she tried to calm my nerves. With her breasts on display now, I quickly rose to attention and my non-cooperative dick popped out of the top of the suit to say hi to my startled but pleased sister. "OOH, you definitely are my BIG hunky brother!" she cooed. What a little minx! My penis would not go back into my suit. "What am I going to do now? If I do this in front of Becky I am going to be so embarrassed," I fretted, even more red-faced, if that was possible. "Oh, somehow I don't think that will be a BIG problem," Mel giggled. She was having way too much fun at my expense. "I am so happy you approve," I snarled, half jokingly. "I most definitely approve BIG Brother!" she continued to giggle. She walked over to me and kissed my cheek and whispered "You will be fine. Don't let it bother you. Becky has seen it before I am sure." She was right there. Becky was married with small kids of her own. I decided I would just have to deal with it if I wanted this job bad enough. I met Becky at the YMCA at 8:30 pm as she had asked me to. She sent me to the locker room to get dressed and then to meet her at the pool. We spent the whole hour going over approaches, strokes, etc on the pool deck. We never got into the water. "John, I have to go now. I will see you tomorrow night. I want to get home to my family. I want you to practice all I have taught you tonight. You will need a partner. Why not ask Mel to help you? She is a good swimmer," Becky told me as she headed for the locker room. When she got to the door she looked back at me and told me I could swim for a while as long as I made sure the door was closed when I left. It was already locked. I thanked her and she left. I swam a few laps thinking of what Becky told me. It was obvious that I was going to need Mel or someone to help me practice after Becky taught me each day. I know she will help me if she can. I also know I will owe her big if she does. That would take up a lot of her free time at night for the next two weeks. I arrived home, went downstairs and threw my swimsuit in the dryer on air dry and headed up to talk to Mel. I found her in the living room watching TV with my parents. I plopped alongside her on the couch. They were watching some reality show. I hate this stuff. She smiled at me as I sat next to her. "Mel, can I talk to you before you go to bed please? It is pretty important, but I don't want to interrupt your show." "Sure John, I'll drop into your room after this show." I went upstairs to my room and changed into my sleep attire, which consists of boxers. I lay in bed reading a book. It was a good science fiction novel and I was really getting into it when all of a sudden the sheets picked up and Mel slid in with me. "Scoot over and give me room big hunky brother," Mel told me as she slid in almost on top of me. She came over and snuggled up to me with her head on my chest. This was really nice, but I realized I had naked boobs pressing into me. She used to come to my room a few years ago when big storms frightened her. She had not done that in a while, but I missed the closeness we used to share when she did. I kissed the top of her head and thanked her for coming. Her hair was so pretty. It is very long and light blond and so soft and smells so wonderful with the herbal shampoo she uses. I wrapped my arms around her, snuggling her to me. This was very comfortable and her body was so warm and soft on my bare skin. I felt down to her ass to check if she was completely naked. She had on a small pair of panties but nothing else. "Mel, you're naked!" I gasped. "No I am not. I have panties on," she giggled as she looked into my eyes. Her eyes were sparkling with the mischief there. "Besides you have seen it already." "Are you sure we should be doing this? What if mom and dad catch us?" I asked. I was very concerned. "Oh, loosen up silly. I won't bite you unless you want me to and, besides mom and dad are watching CSI," she continued, giggling more than ever now. She knows as well as I that they never miss that show. By now I was hard enough to cut diamonds. The sheet was doing a great impersonation of a tent over it. Mel looked down and just smiled at me. "What can I do for you Sweety?" she purred, looking into my eyes with those beautiful baby blues. God, this girl is gorgeous and has no clue! Sweety? She has never called me that. Is she crushing on me? Can I handle it if she is? I stared into her eyes, dumbfounded by all of it. The naked sister routine and calling me Sweety had me completely twitterpated. I was like a deer caught in the headlights as I stared back at her. I loved her as my twin but was there more there? I eventually shook the cobwebs out enough to talk. "I need a practice partner for my lifeguard class and I wondered if you would help me?" I asked sincerely. "John, you know I will do anything for my big hunky brother. Where and when are we going to do this?" she answered sweetly. Butter would not have melted in her mouth. God give me strength. "I hope we can go to the YMCA together. It will be about two hours every night starting at 9pm for the next two weeks. You can swim while I get instruction from Becky, then we can stay after she leaves for me to practice." "Sure, sounds like fun. I would love to do it with you!" Was she coming on to me? Was there a double meaning there? God, I don't know if I can handle this. She reached up and ran her hands through my hair and kissed me on the lips so tenderly. Lifesaving My Sis "I will do anything for you Sweety." There it is again. She is coming on to me. Can I handle this? "Mel, what is happening here between us?" I nervously asked. "It's just me helping out my big hunky brother, why?" she giggled. I decided to let it drop for now and see what happens tomorrow. "Thanks Mel, I owe you big time." "Yes, you do and I will collect sometime soon," she agreed with me, but left me wondering what I was getting myself into now. "Good night John, sweet dreams," she wished me as she kissed my forehead and crawled out of bed and headed back through the connected bathroom we share between our rooms. At least our parents would not see her running across the hall naked as she was. We both had locks on our doors but never used them. We usually just knocked and went in. I had caught her in the shower before and she had walked in on me but we never made a big deal about it. The curtain was almost opaque so it was not as if either of us had seen much. I took things in hand after she left and was firing off into a wad of Kleenex within a couple of strokes envisioning my naked sister. I fell asleep after that, dreaming of her and I making love. It was very erotic and I woke up in the morning to wet sheets. I had not done that in years. What is she doing to me? I lay in bed thinking about us. She called me Sweety. That was so nice and made me feel so good, but should I feel good about my sister in that way? I definitely have to think about this. Since I was up early already, I decided to spend the time on the internet in my room researching incest. It really opened my eyes. The law was a throwback to the times of the Roman Empire. The Romans had stayed in power as the ruling class by marrying within the family to maintain the "royal blood." Brothers and sisters routinely married and had offspring. The Christians rebelled at this practice, going so far as to ban marriage with relatives. This had nothing to do with their feelings of right or wrong of the incest, it was merely rejection of the old Empires' methods of retaining power. The prohibition made it into law and the church kept it alive for decades, preaching of its immorality. Then I looked into the chances of birth defects in cases of incest and found it not as high as the law or the church had led me always to believe. There is a slightly elevated chance, but with modern genetic testing methods those chances can be determined before hand on a case by case basis. Also, with modern birth control it is not really a practical issue, just a moral and unfortunately, legal one. Now my question to myself is what do I think of all of this? Can I handle it if we get involved? Do I want to? Do I love her? More and more I was starting to question the morality of the law and my feelings for my twin sister. The barriers were crumbling in my mind. I found myself in a good mood and looking forward to class with Mel. Classes just sort of flowed that day. I was positively floating. That day I did not see Mel until I returned home after my last class. She was watching TV with the sound turned down and reading a book. She did this often and I never understood it, but it was her method of studying, and she had exceptional grades, so who was I to argue? "Hi Mel, how is it going?" I asked, plopping myself down beside her. She looked up and smiled brightly. She was dressed in a mini skirt and tight sweater that accentuated her ample boobs. Her hair was in a pony tail and she was wearing light makeup, just enough to accent her natural beauty. Her legs were displayed almost up to her crotch thanks to her skirt riding up the way she was laying back on the sofa. Her swimmers legs are toned and strong, but not hard, just soft and so sexy looking. God, she is beautiful! "Oh hi, Sweety." I sat myself down along side her, looking into her beautiful eyes. She sat up and scooted over next to me. There it was again. She called me Sweety again. What am I going to do with her? She answered that question before I had a chance to react. She dropped her book into her lap, grabbed me in a big hug and kissed me on the lips. It was not a huge sensuous kiss, but it was on the lips instead of the cheek, which she usually kissed, if she kissed me at all. "How is my big hunky brother today?" she giggled. She knew she was flustering me and was delighted to do it. What a flirt! But is it more than just harmless flirting? I was no longer sure. "Is your schedule clear for my class tonight?" I asked. We had discussed that she might have to miss some classes if she had a late practice or too much homework but that seldom happened. She is very bright and homework comes easy for her. "Yep, sure is. I am looking forward to getting you into the pool. I am going to be the toughest victim you will ever try to rescue," she promised, giggling. With her swimming skills she was not stretching the truth. If I could control her with a rescue hold and be able to swim without her drowning me, I could easily handle anything Becky could throw at me. "Now you wouldn't purposely beat up on your poor defenseless brother?" I returned with a laugh. "Yeah, like my BIG hunky brother has a serious threat from little ole me." We were both laughing together at that. With me weighing at 220 lbs and her at around 100 it was a hoot to even consider. We sat and just watched the silent TV together for a few minutes. She reached over and grasped my hand in hers, entwining her fingers. She stared into my eyes with this dreamy kind of look. It was such a simple act, but it said so much. My hand was sweating and I could feel myself getting flush all over. She was getting me so excited. I was pretty sure I was falling in love with my sister, and worse, I felt good about it! What kind of sick puppy am I? I went upstairs to my room to do some homework before dinner as she went back to her reading. No words were spoken. I came back down in about an hour to see my mom in the kitchen making dinner. I walked up behind her and hugged her from behind. She giggled and swatted me away, but she was delighted I could tell. "I love you, Mom," I said as I sat down at the table. "I never tell you that enough." "I love you too honey, but what has gotten you in such a good mood?" she questioned. She was right. I had not been in a very good mood lately. My love life, or lack of one, had me pretty depressed lately. I realized my new feelings for my sister had considerably brightened my outlook on life. I realized I was truly happy. I had not felt this good in years I realized. It felt good. "Just life mom, isn't it great?" She just stared at me with a little smirk, no doubt contemplating what had changed in my life to effect such a drastic change. If she only knew! "Can I set the table for you, mom?" I asked, trying to be helpful for a change. "Now I know something is wrong. Melanie, call the loony bin, your brother has lost his marbles," she laughed as she mockingly felt my forehead for a temperature. Mel appeared in the doorway and just cracked up at our antics. "Next he'll be offering to do the laundry and I will just have a heart attack," Mel added to our insanity. We were all laughing so hard. I ran over to Mel and hugged her, and told her I loved her too. Mom just continued to laugh at us. Mel looked at me and winked so Mom could not see. She resumed laughing as I picked her up off her feet in a bear hug, twirling us around and around before setting her back down. Both of us were laughing hysterically. We were both dizzy from the spin and almost fell down together. We were all enjoying a really good laugh now. Mel and I dropped into chairs before we fell. It was a wonderful moment. I felt so close to both of them at that moment. I can't even describe the feelings running through me. Later that night Mel and I went together to the YMCA and met Becky. Becky was glad to see Mel with me to help. "Mel, if you don't mind being your brothers' partner, I will walk you two through the skills he needs to know. Now at first I need you to be a compliant victim. Just let John work with you. Later, as he gets better you can get a little rougher to add realism," Becky told us. She got us both in the pool with Mel treading water in the deep end. She had me do an approach with a life preserver to toss to Mel. That was easy. Next I tried an underwater approach. This involves coming up to a struggling victim, getting hold of them underwater and working yourself up the back side of their body until you end up behind them with you in control. Once you have them in a crossed chest carry you use a side stroke to pull them to shore. That went pretty well. I especially enjoyed working my way up Mel's body underwater. I 'walked' my arms up her body from behind until I was on top of the water behind her. I had her held tightly in my arms, catching my breath. Her body was so soft and her skin so smooth. I was thoroughly enjoying myself. I held her with her back to me. I then put her in a crossed chest carry. This is a hold in which your arm is extended crosswise down over her chest from the shoulder to the waist. The other hand can grasp it if necessary for additional control or you have the option of using your free arm to assist in the swimming. You then swim both of you to safety. Having my arm wrapped tightly over Mel's abundant chest, squeezing it in my grip was very exciting and I was soon as hard as a rock. The feeling of her body being pressed so tightly to me was indescribable. I know she was feeling my hard on. Pressing her boobs with my arm was the most exciting thing I have ever done with a girl. Her breasts were so soft and warm. I was really distracted. God, this was fun with her. She was giggling constantly as I held her body. "Are you glad to see me Sweety or is that a banana in your suit?" Mel whispered quietly so Becky could not hear. My face was three shades of red now and I am sure Becky noticed but probably put it off to my exertion. If she only knew what was really causing it. "Ok John, that went pretty well. Now Mel, I want you to be the panicked victim. Feel free to struggle with him as if you might be drowning. Most drowning victims who are panicking will inadvertently pull their rescuers under with them. John, Mel is pretty small compared to you but don't underestimate what she can do to you in the water. Mel, I don't expect you to cut him any slack. I want it realistic. This is what the test will be like," Becky directed. Now I was going to thoroughly enjoy this I thought. This should be a cake walk. I could not have been more wrong! I approached Mel underwater and wrapped my arms around her legs to gain control of them. I worked myself around to her backside and grasping her with both arms about her legs slowly slid up her struggling body, keeping a tight hold on her lower body at all times. It was hard work. The progress was slow due to her thrashing about. I moved as fast as I could since my air supply would not last forever. I just got my head above water and getting a breath of much needed air when she was able to spin around in my arms. She began beating me over the head wildly. I had to yell uncle for the beating to stop. She could have killed me. I knew I had blown it. Mel just grimaced at me, knowing I had not done well at all. "Well, I think you two have your work cut out for you tonight. I expect you to practice that until you can do it without her getting control John. Mel, don't let up on him because for the test he will have to handle me, and I won't hold back either. He has to be very proficient with this skill to pass the test," Becky told us, then went on. "I think I will leave you two to practice tonight and get this right. If you need tomorrow to practice this also that would be best. I don't want you guys to be here all night, so if you don't finish it all tonight you can continue tomorrow and I will get a night off." "Sis, I think we will have to practice tomorrow night also as I can tell Becky wants the night off. Is that Ok with you?" I whispered to her so Becky couldn't hear. She just nodded to me. I told Becky we would be practicing for a while and would lock up before we left. She agreed and left us alone. "Sis, can we try that again? I really underestimated you that first time. You are really strong and fast. You really surprised me, but I hope to do better this time." "Sure Sweety, go ahead whenever you are ready. Don't hold back John, you won't hurt me. If you are hurting me I will stop and pull your ear for a safety break," Mel told me as I paddled away from her to get ready for an approach. I gave her a thumb up to show her I heard her and understood. I approached underwater behind her this time and grasped her legs low below her knees. This was another big mistake. She quickly pulled up one of her legs, wrenched it free, and kicked me in the head. I had to retreat underwater. Mel rushed over to me, concerned. I was spitting and coughing out water. "Are you alright John? I wasn't trying to hurt you, but Becky told me to make it real, so I was really trying to do that," she went on excitedly as she came up to me and stared into my eyes and felt my head for lumps. She leaned in and kissed my head to make it better as a mother would do with a child. It was a very nice sentiment. I could see in her eyes she was truly concerned. "I'm OK Mel. The only thing hurt is my ego. I'll survive. I need a short break to get a drink and rinse the chlorine taste out since I swallowed half the pool when you kicked me," I told her as I headed for the ladder. She decided to swim a couple of laps as I did this. I looked back at her as she was swimming. She was so graceful in the water. Her strokes seemed to be so effortless, yet she went pretty fast through the water. I reminded myself to compliment her later on her ability. I realized how powerful a swimmer she was despite her diminutive size. I returned to the pool and swam to her, surprising her by tickling her ribs as she swam by. This brought an immediate retaliation. She came after me, grasping at me to tickle me back. It soon had us holding each other in a tight embrace to keep the other from tickling. Mel looked up at me expectantly as she had stopped the tickling. I bent and kissed her lips, lingering, gauging her reaction. She returned the kiss with a LOT more passion, probing into my lips with her tongue. I was now hot and junior was popping out of my swimsuit again. Mel could feel this on her tummy and giggled as we smooched. "Mel, I can't keep doing this around you and Becky. What am I going to do?" I asked exasperatedly, hoping she would lay off me a little to let me cool down. We needed to get back to practicing if I was going to pass this test. "Oh, I know just how to fix this problem!" Mel giggled, diving under the water, grasping my suit and ripping it off my legs as she went down. I was now naked as she tossed them out of the pool as she arose. "Oh, I don't believe you did that! I will get you." I dove under and came up to her underwater, grasping her suit bottoms and ripped them off her legs. She let me remove the bottoms, then, she raced off before I could get to the top of her suit. I surfaced near her to the sound of her taunting me. "John, you are going to have to move a lot faster than that if you ever intend to catch me Sweety." She smiled seductively at me, knowing she had me there. Then she reached back, untied her top, and threw it out of the pool to join our other suit parts. I just stared open mouthed at her. "Oh, don't look so shocked. I figured if I got you naked it was only fair I was too," Mel giggled at me as she swam over to me, grasping me in an embrace with her legs wrapped around my waist. This placed my raging hard on directly against her vagina. I wrapped my arms around her and studied her face, looking for clues to what she was thinking. I so wanted to thrust hard and complete our union but I wanted it to be her decision. "John, I love you, and I want to be with you, but not in the pool for my first time. That should be special," she cooed in my ear, lowering her legs to lessen the tension I was feeling. She grabbed my head in her arms and kissed me so hard I thought I would pass out from the intensity of it. You could have bowled me over with a feather at that moment. Did she just offer me her virginity? She loves me! I was not just imagining it. I feel so good about this, but what about incest. Does she care about that? I had to know. "Mel, are you saying you want to make love with me and this is your first time? That is incest. Does that not bother you?" I questioned sincerely, still holding her beautiful naked body to me. "Boy, big hunky brother, you have a tremendous grasp for the obvious! I love you, not just as a sister. I have had these feelings for you for years. I want to spend my life with you. I want to have your children. No, the incest part does not bother me. I saw all of your research you did on the internet. You really should erase your history files. Am I shocking you, Sweety?" she questioned with a look of concern bordering on fright. I could see the uncertainty in her eyes and was so afraid I was going to reject her. This was a very gutsy revelation. She was very brave. I had always thought that about her. I thought for a few seconds, trying to get my thoughts together. As if a fog lifted from my eyes, I suddenly saw what my reaction must be. My true feelings were now plain as the nose on my face. "Mel, I love you too, and I think I always have, but I never saw it right in front of me. We have loved each other for years and I just never realized how deep it went. I guess you realized your feelings more than I. But what do we do now? Mom and dad will have to be told and this will kill them!" I responded, feeling my tears starting to flow. I now knew I loved her with all my heart, but I also realized this love was doomed to failure. I could never dream to have her as we both wanted now. I was reduced to a sobbing wreck now as I contemplated our future, sad as I saw it. "It's going to be alright John. I already told mom of my feelings for you. She told me to follow my heart. She never said she would be mad either way I went. I think they are more understanding than either of us thought. I think we need to talk to them before we do anything about this, don't you?" She replied, totally surprising me. Mom knew and didn't object! This was huge! My tears stopped as I considered this new twist. "Are you serious about mom? I can't imagine her being that supportive of incest," I replied, surprised but still holding her in my arms while looking into her face as we talked. I knew my life was changing as we spoke. "I think she is more supportive of her children than she is concerned of antiquated laws and mores," Mel answered. "She loves us very much John." "What about dad? Does he know about this? Will he be supportive also?" I asked, really concerned about this answer. My dad always seemed pretty conservative to me. "Mom said if it came to this talk she would handle dad and for us not to worry about it. I think we need to trust her John. I love you and don't want to lose you. Do you love me? Do you want to be my husband?" she asked timidly. In all the confusion I never really answered her fully. I knew I loved her more than anything now. Did I want to be married to her effectively, though we both knew we could not do it legally. "Mel, if the laws would allow it, I would marry you in a moment. I love you so much!" I whispered in her ear as I bent down and kissed her passionately. We held the kiss for so long I thought we were going to turn into prunes. I decided we better get out of the pool and get showered. "Mel, I think we should get into the shower and get going before we turn into prunes." Lifesaving My Sis "Sweety, I think you should try your approach one more time. I truly love you, but you have to get this right this time." I was buoyed by her enthusiasm and her love for me. I knew I was ready now. I backed off and dove again, grasping her beautiful legs just above her knees. She was not easing up to make it easy on me. She was struggling full out. I walked my arms hand over hand up her delectable body, finishing with my arms wrapped around her in a perfect cross chest carry, flattening her chest under my secure grip. I had both hands locked together due to her struggling and her strength. She struggled hard but I persisted and started kicking us to the edge of the pool. She managed to turn us over once on the way, but I held on and soon righted us again. I brought her to the edge of the pool at which time I released Mel. I quickly found myself on the receiving end of the most passionate kiss I have ever had. My toes curled, my penis hardened and my face flushed. This girl was so HOT! "I think you got it perfect that time John. Come on stud, lets shower," Mel told me, gasping from the kiss as she headed up the ladder. I followed, admiring the view from below. She has the most spectacular ass. Her hips left a little gap between her legs giving me a great view of her pussy lips dripping water as she ascended. As I topped the ladder, I headed toward the Men's locker room, but she grasped me by my cock and led me to the Women's. I followed her like a puppy on a leash. I knew I would forever follow her anywhere she led. We went in and showered, washing each other sensually. It seemed our sexual organs got particularly well washed, but we were reveling in the new learning experience. We masturbated each other to a couple of climaxes each as we played. We were anxiously learning our partner's body. We stole kisses frequently and groped almost as much as washed, but we had so much fun doing it. We even dressed each other. I dressed her, then we went into the other locker room where my clothes were and she dressed me. She kissed each body part before she covered it with clothing. It took us quite a while, but we were having so much fun we could not keep our hands off each other. We eventually finished and rounded up our errant suits, packed up and walked to the car hand in hand like two lovers. She practically sat in my lap on the drive home. I had my arm around her all the way home. We kissed at lights. She fondled me as we drove. It was pretty late when we arrived and mom and dad were already in bed. We decided we would talk to them tomorrow morning about us. We went to my room and kissed a lot, then she went to her room, only to return dressed in one of my old shirts. This time I could see she had no panties on. I had, meanwhile, gotten into my boxers and was in bed. She lifted the covers and slid in with me. "Mel, are you sure you want to do this? Don't you think we should talk to mom and dad before we do this?" I asked. I thought she had changed her mind and wanted to make love with me now. "I couldn't sleep by myself tonight if I wanted to John, so let's pretend there is a huge storm raging outside and you are protecting me against it as usual," she answered. "But we are going to sleep together tonight. I won't do anything until we have the talk. I just want to be held by you all night John. I feel safe and loved in your arms." She rolled over and backed herself up to me in a spoon position. I wrapped my arms around my love, soon to be lover, I hoped. "I love you Mel" I told her as she snuggled back into me and I kissed the top of her head, swooning in her fragrance. I was so in love with her, yet I was amazed at myself for not realizing it before. We were so perfect for each other. We had always been each other's best friend. We had gotten along like a couple without sex all of our lives. We had always done a lot together and thoroughly enjoyed each others' company. With her body in my arms and these wonderful thoughts of our future, I drifted off to a restful sleep. I awoke in the morning to my mom bent over us, rousing me carefully with a delicate touch of her hand. She bent down and whispered to me. "I think we should talk soon. You two take your time and come down when you are ready," and she leaned down and kissed my forehead. Mel was still asleep in my arms. I looked down at the magnificent beauty in my arms sleeping so beautifully, her wonderful blond hair so soft against my chest. Her smell was so enticing. I felt so alive, so good. I hugged Mel to me, reveling in life and all the love and happiness I now felt. How my life has changed in the last twenty four hours. I could not believe how calm my mother had been when she caught us together. Mel began to rouse. She stretched herself as I held her from behind. She then turned in my arms and kissed me. "Good morning Sweety. Did you sleep well?" she asked, staring into my eyes intently. I saw so much love there in the sparkle of her eyes. How had I never noticed it before? "Mel, mom was just in here and saw us. She told us to come down to talk when we were ready. She was surprisingly calm. I guess she really is accepting us as a couple," I informed her while I kissed her nose, then her forehead, moving on to those delectable lips I was beginning to love so much. This passionate kiss went on and on. Neither of us was in any hurry to face what awaited downstairs. Eventually, we arose and went downstairs hand in hand. There was no point in hiding it now. Mom and dad were in the dining room reading the paper and drinking coffee. "Oh, there are the lovebirds! Good morning kids. Come sit down and I will make you something to eat, then we can all talk," mom told us, rising. Dad merely looked up from the paper and smiled at us. He obviously was not concerned as he went back to his paper. All right, who took my parents and left these alien clones? This was like the Outer Limits. Mom was busy in the kitchen and Mel went in to help. I thought it best to stay put and poured myself a cup of coffee and tried to sip it without throwing up. I was so nervous I didn't know what to do. "Relax son, we are not going to bite you two. Everything will be fine. You will see," my dad told me through the paper, not even bothering to lower it to see what I was doing. I felt a little better, but I thought I could hear the theme music from the X Files in my head. This was weird. Mel came out of the kitchen carrying a huge load of flapjacks on a platter. Mom followed her with sausage and syrup. Mel sat the food down and came around to me and crawled up in my lap. She was smiling so brightly. Nothing can possibly be wrong if she is that happy, I thought. She put her arms around my neck as she sat there. "Ok, I have kept you two in enough suspense. I am sorry to scare you John, but everything will be ok." Mom came over to stand behind my dad. "John and Melanie, I would like you to meet my brother," as she sat in our dad's lap. I was ready to fall over. Talk about secrets! Mel and I just stared blankly at each other. Neither of us suspected this revelation. We were both dumbfounded. I wrapped my arms around Mel to comfort her as we listened intently. "I know we should have told you two, but we really were afraid of how you would react. After Mel came to me I knew we would be telling you this story soon. Even before that we thought this might happen since you are twins. There is always a natural closeness there, but you two were always exceptionally close. We have been watching you two interact for a long time. Mel came to me with her feelings for you about a year ago John. I didn't expect her to wait this long to tell you how she felt actually. I expected this months ago. So, now that the secrets are out, what are your plans?" Mom asked me. I was stunned and had to sit and contemplate what I just heard. Mel had no such problem. "We want to be married just like you guys Mom," Mel answered. I wrapped my arms around Mel, reinforcing her decision even if I couldn't speak coherently. I was in total agreement and finally realized now how much I truly loved Mel. Dad jumped in at that time. "Well then," dad cleared his throat for emphasis, "I assume you two would like some privacy in your bedroom. I have been thinking of finishing the basement as an apartment. If you would like that, I will call the contractor today to get it started," dad added to the conversation. Dad was always the practical one. My mom would deal with the emotional issues and dad the practical ones. It had always been this way with them. Mel arose from my lap and almost threw herself into dad's lap and smothered him with kisses and hugs. "I guess that is a yes then," dad joked with Mel. He looked over to me and smiled knowingly. "Of course dad, thank you so much. We love you guys," Mel added, coming back to my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissed me softly and bent down to my ear. "Eat up because you are going to need your strength today John. When we are done eating we are going back up to your room and we are not going to leave until we face starvation. Is that clear lover?" Mel whispered in my ear. I immediately picked her up from my lap, setting her back in her chair next to me so I could eat. I was beside myself. I looked up to see mom and dad both beaming at us. Dad added a knowing wink. "I think I will call in to the college and report you two sick today," mom told us. Mel just giggled. "Mom, we are not in elementary school anymore, you don't have to do that," Mel corrected. Mom just broke out laughing. Obviously mom had pulled one over on Mel. I was too busy eating as instructed, but I could not help snickering. "Mom, don't count on seeing us or for any meals until we come out. It might be a while," I told Mom. She just nodded looking back at my dad. "Come on old man, I think you said something about taking me for a long drive today. I think if we get back by dinner time tonight it will be plenty soon enough," she told him, rising and heading for her shoes. "Thanks mom and dad, you're the greatest!" Mel giggled. "Eat up gorgeous, you are going to need your strength too." Mel giggled delightedly, winked at me and dug in. "I think we need to shop for a new bed and bedroom set for the basement," my mom added to her earlier suggestion. "Bring the checkbook honey." They were out the door in ten minutes flat. I think mom was as excited for us as Mel and I were for each other. "Well, this should certainly make our lifeguard practicing more interesting, don't you think?" Mel giggled. I was finished up eating and stood. I reached down to my beautiful twin, and lifting her in my arms, carried her to our bedroom to start our new life together. I paused at the door to kiss her, then carried her through the door and set her on the bed carefully. I stood back to look at her, really look at her. This is something I had never really done. She was always just my sister. Now she was so much more. I realized how beautiful she really was. I felt a surge of love and lust in me the likes of which I have never experienced. She reached over and pulled my boxers off and I stepped out of them. She started remove her clothes, but I stopped her. "Allow me love," I said as I joined her on the bed and slowly removed all of her clothing while kissing each body part as I exposed it. This was similar to what she had done to me after the shower last night. She murmured approval as she lay enjoying my attentions. I worked my way all over her body sensuously kissing everything except her pussy, saving that desirable morsel for last. I could smell her excitement. My cock was hard enough to drill for oil now. And I intended to do some serious drilling. "Mel, my god you are so beautiful! I can't get over how lucky I am. I love you so much!" "John, I have loved you for a long time, silently hoping you would pick up on my signals. Some times you are so dense, but I love you anyway." I had worked my way down her body to her toes which I licked slowly, driving her insane with desire. I could see she did not want me to go so slow, yet I could sense she was also enjoying the deliciously slow build up. I tongued my way back up her swimmers legs to her very hot and moist pussy, looking at a most beautiful site. She was positively breathtaking! Her blond mound was covered in just a thin runway leading to the Promised Land. Her hair was so soft and silky, not at all like the wiry curls I sported there. Her thin lips were just starting to part with the engorgement of the labia. I luxuriated in playing in it with my tongue. I moved to her lips, tasting her for the first time. In fact, this was a first for both of us. We would be giving and taking each others virginity today. Her taste was sweet and wonderful. I was certain I could live on this nectar of the gods. I tongued around her lips, moving slowly in circles, eventually hitting her joy button. This brought an immediate reaction as her hips rose in the air and she shuddered. She smiled at me as she fell back to the bed. "That was number one of many, Sweety," she purred. I was so excited to see her cum so easily. She was really hot. She was panting in her desire now. I continued to kiss and lick her, paying special attention to her clit. Soon I had her climbing the walls with orgasms, one almost immediately following the next. I curled my tongue and used it like a miniature penis to enter her, working it in and out, simulating intercourse. She was still enjoying the attention, but this was not as intense and gave her a little breather from the exhilaration of the multiple orgasms she had been going through. I left there and came back up to cuddle with her then, kissing her intensely. We kissed passionately for what seemed hours, both showing the intense love we had for each other. We both reveled in the intense feelings. She grabbed my hard on in her hand and stroked it lovingly, just keeping him interested. She then moved herself down my body, licking her way to my groin, pausing at my nipples. I was surprised at my reaction as she tenderly kissed, then sucked them. When she reached my aching hard on she proceeded to give me the grandmother of all blow jobs. She had me spewing in her mouth in a couple of minutes. I knew I would recover soon and last longer next time. I think she knew this also. I was rising back to attention almost before she could crawl back to my loving arms. She felt so sexy and warm and lovable in my arms and I loved this feeling. I never wanted this feeling to end. "Make me a woman now John. I need you in me. I need to feel you there where you belong. I love you so much." "I hate to bring up a sensitive subject right now, but are you on the pill honey? I don't think we are ready to be parents yet," I asked, while kissing her again on her nose, cheek, and moving to her earlobe. That seemed to be a good spot. I will have to remember that. "Of course I am Sweety. Mom got me on after we had our talk so I would be ready whenever I decided. I love you John and I have wanted this for so long," she sensuously purred in my ear as I lay on her, my hard cock ready to take my love as my lover. She spread her legs wide and I grabbed her legs, holding them to her chest. This raised her beautiful ass, giving me unimpeded access to her core. I looked into her eyes and saw the love there. I knew she was ready for this and eased myself into the most wonderful feeling I had ever felt. There was no pain or blood, only warmth and softness. "OH, John, that is wonderful! Keep going, don't stop." She was tight and it took several strokes to work myself all the way in, but it was so worth it! I stopped when I was fully in and leaned down to kiss her and tell her how much I loved her and promise her I always would. "Mel, I was concerned about it hurting you the first time, but it didn't seem like it did for you at all." We fit together like hand and glove. She was a perfect fit for me. I love her so much, I thought. "I took care of my hymen with a vibrator I borrowed from Mom a long time ago. I knew I wanted our first time to be perfect. Believe me it hurt like hell the first time. This feels so wonderful. If I had known how good this was I would have raped you in your sleep a long time ago," Mel giggled. The look of love sparkling in her beautiful blue orbs is something I will remember for the rest of my life. I realized how lucky I really was to have such a beautiful and loving sister. I started to stroke in and out of her now in slow but long strokes, trying to take it easy until we got things stretched out and working smoothly. She was really dripping now, and it was running down her ass and my balls to the sheets below us. I was moving easily in her now, though it was still tight and wonderful. I slowly picked up the pace as she reacted to me, grasping me with her legs around my back, forcing me into her deeply. She started to pant and wriggle under me. I knew she was getting close. "I am almost there John. Just fill me when you are ready Sweety. I want to feel your seed in me. I want your warmth. Share your soul with me as we are one together. I will always love you," she panted as she jerked in another huge orgasm. She tensed up, her legs driving me into her tightly as she let go with a fierce scream the neighbors a block away would have heard if the windows had been open. I clasped her throbbing body to me as we rode out our climaxes together. Her spasms had set off my orgasm and I shot what felt like a gallon of sperm into my lover. I held myself in her as deeply as I could, gripping her climaxing body to me in a fierce embrace. I saw lights flash in my head, and then the most overwhelming good feeling take over my body. We held each other as we wound down in post orgasmic euphoria. Mel was giggling as she held me and kissed me all over my face and chest. "I love you, I love you, I love you," she repeated over and over as she kissed me again and again. I held her tightly, enclosed in my loving arms. I was so deliriously happy! I was so in love. We spent the rest of the day making love on all of the furniture in the house, every room, even the closet in one room. We were insatiable. We stopped only long enough to nourish our bodies, and we often ended those feedings groping at each other, which would then quickly turn into another passionate fuck. We finally ended back on our bed, which used to be mine, as it was the larger of the two. We fell asleep in each others arms under the sheets and that is where we were when mom and dad returned home. I heard them arrive and mom tip toe up the stairs and try the door to our room. She opened the door and peeked inside carefully, not hearing anything going on. I caught her eyes as she looked in, and blew her a kiss. She just beamed a huge smile at me and pulled the door shut quietly. We slept like that for another little while. Eventually, hunger pangs roused us. I was laying awake, watching Mel sleep. Even while sleeping, she was the most beautiful girl I had ever known. She came to and rolled herself to face me, kissing me so softly and tenderly. This was a kiss of love and devotion, not the mad passionate ones we had shared earlier. We shared a smile at each other as new lovers. The reality of what we had done now seeping into our sleep addled brains. I was deliriously happy and told her so. She said the same. I told her of mom's visit. She just smiled and kissed me again. We decided to get up and go down stairs. We then realized the bedroom reeked of sex, and the sheets were a mess. I stripped the bed as Mel ran into the bath and started a shower. I saw the trickle of our loving running down her thighs as she ran. I threw the sheets in my hamper and joined her. We again washed each other, but our sexual cravings were quite sated for the moment. This was a more casual, loving experience. We kissed and fondled and just enjoyed each other. I saw so much love reflected in Mel's eyes as we played together. There was no doubt as to her joy. I reminded her we had a class to attend tonight. I thought it best we get something to eat before that. We dressed and went down to see our parents in the living room watching TV. Mel slipped into dad's lap and I sat next to mom on the sofa.