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Bartering

By: Scorpio44



 [The story is about a different way of living, or maybe not so different. Most of the really good stuff that exists in my life exists as the result of a barter or two. It is my belief that when you are ready and open for the best deal of your life it just may show up. It did for Sam and Melissa,]

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She came in and sat next to me at the bar. I had put myself on a stool with space on either side of me, ordered a long neck and relaxed to listen to the local country band. They were pretty good, until I got distracted.

She wore the uniform for a bar like that one: jeans, boots, wide leather belt and western shirt. The shirt fit tightly across her chest. Her chest wasn't big. The shirt wasn't unbuttoned too far. The jeans were tight. The boots were for dancing not work. Her bra length blond hair was straight and she swung it around like she was waving a cape for the bull. I guessed I was the bull.

As soon as her butt slid onto the stool she looked at me and said, "Hi."

I returned the greeting and asked, "Do you dance?"

"When asked, sometimes."

"If I buy you a beer will you dance with me?"

"Maybe." She tilted her head a little. I've seen plenty of women tilt like that. It's a tease. I didn't order her a beer. The bartender came and she ordered her own.

When it arrived she paid for it and then said, "I thought you offered to buy me a beer?"

"I asked if I bought you a beer would you dance with me. You said maybe. Well, maybe, when you make up your mind, I'll buy you a beer."

She took a good hit on the beer and turned to face me. "It's all a dance. You make a move, I make a move and maybe, later, we get to know each other."

"That might be true of every man in this bar but not this one. In my life I barter. This morning I bartered with a rancher. No money changed hands. I left him with eighty bales of alfalfa and drove away with a fifty year old John Deere tractor on my truck. Later this afternoon I traded with a family. They got the propane tank they needed and I got a truck load of corn. In here the game is usually different. I won't play."

"Why not? Wouldn't spending time dancing with me be worth something?"

"Yes. I offered. You answered "Maybe." That would be like me unloading eighty bales of alfalfa in your barn before you've decided if we have a deal. I wouldn't know if the tractor was mine. I may be crazy but I'm not stupid."

"Oh. If I said yes, you would have bought me a beer?"

"That was the offer."

"Yes, but not yet. Buy the beer after we dance."

I took her hand and we went to the dance floor. We joined the throng sliding around the floor together. We didn't talk. She danced a proper two-step. The more flourishes I added the more she seemed to like it. She smiled and moved with an ease I liked. When the song ended I put my hand on her back but didn't push. She looked up at me and said, "You are really quite gentle."

"I'm not here to get you to go where you don't want to go. My hand is to let you know I'm still here. When the music plays, I lead. Without the music, I barter."

At our stools the bartender brought two more beers. I paid. We clinked bottles and took a swallow. 

"I'm Melissa. You willing to share your name with me?"

"Sam. Nice to meet you Melissa."

"Sitting here with you feels a lot like a chess match. I'm looking forward two or three moves to see what might be coming my way."

"I can let you wonder or we can sit at a table and I'll tell you. I'd prefer the table."

She started to slide off the stool so I picked up both our beers and followed her to an empty table. We sat and each took another drink. I began nursing my beer. No point in dulling my senses.

"Ok. Where is this evening headed?" Melissa asked.

"I like what I see. I liked how you felt as we danced. You play chess. You understand barter. All that tells me we can actually have something here if we decide it's what we want."

"And that something is?"

"I'm willing to make you an offer. Think about it and then decide what you are willing to offer. If we can work out the details we'll have a deal and something will happen. If we can't work out the details we will have spent an hour or two in a most enjoyable conversation and no harm done."

"Make me an offer."

"I'm looking for a woman to be in my life as my mate, exclusively. Live with me, share my life. I make about two hundred thousand a year. I have a house near, but not in, Austin. I spend three weeks a month on the road. I expect my woman to be with me. I take a month off every year to travel somewhere fun. I can cook, clean, drive, rope, shoot and fight with the best, but I prefer not to shoot or fight. I am about as dressed up as I'll ever be except on the day I get married and on that day I will wear whatever she wants me to wear. The woman in my life needs to ask for what she wants and what she needs. I will do my best to provide her with both her wants and needs but I must know what they are. I expect my sex drive to be slightly higher than hers and will restrain myself, but not completely. I love sex and want lots of it." I paused. "Ok. That's my opening gambit. Your move."

She took another hit of her beer without her eyes ever leaving mine.

"I heard you. I want a man as my partner, 24/7. I want to share everything about his life and mine, together. I live in a small apartment. I pay the rent month to month. I have a license to drive a semi. I can cook, ride, rope, drive, shoot, clean and fuck better than most. I believe in speaking what I need and what I want. I know the difference between the two. I expect I can fine tune my sex drive to be ready, willing and enthusiastic to your advances. I'd love to take a month off for fun each year." Her eyes had never left mine. "Your move, cowboy."

"It's about nine o'clock. I've had two beers and no dinner. I'd like to leave this bar and go eat. If you go with me, you're spending the night with me. That means in bed and with sex. It means we're both taking a hard look at the opportunity on the table and seeing if it fits. If it does fit, I'll need to know how soon you can leave your apartment and leave with me."

"Who's buying dinner?"

"From the moment we walk out of here until we come to an agreement, I pay."

She stood and picked up her beer and mine. I followed her. She set the bottles on the corner of the bar, waved to the bartender and walked out. Outside she looked at the parking lot and said, "Which horse is yours cowboy?"

"The blue rental Ford." I pointed. "I didn't think they would like me parking my semi here."

I opened her door and when she was in I went around and got in. "Where's a good place to eat?"

Ten minutes later we were in a nice quiet restaurant. Quiet, not dark. I hate the restaurants where I can't quite see what's on the plate. The chicken-fried steak was good, the veggies fresh not canned and the mashed potatoes were fresh as well. Melissa had breakfast. Two eggs, medium, sausage, hash browns and country gravy. We shared. The country gravy was really delicious.

As we ate we talked. She had a lot of questions. "Where did I go on vacation the last three years? What was my house in Austin like? Would she be paid or depend on me for everything? Did I expect to get married soon? How soon was soon? Which side of the bed did I like? Did I stay in motels when I was on the road? Did the sleepover cab have a kitchen? Where were we headed and how soon?"

As she asked the wording changed from what did I want, need, do to what would we want, need, do. It was eleven when we walked out of the restaurant. At the car she stopped and wrapped her arms around my neck. She leaned up and kissed me. It was a great kiss and I could feel the effects inside my jeans. Her lips were soft, warm and magic.

"Are you talking me back to your truck or to a motel?"

"If I take us to a motel I'm not showing you what life will be like. I haven't spent a night in a motel since I got caught in a blizzard two years ago. Their heat worked better than mine. I was in that motel for three days, just outside Green Bay Wisconsin. I can take you to your apartment if that's what you choose, but I'm sleeping in my truck."

"Kenworth?"

"Yes."

"What color?"

"Blue."

"Show me please."

We kissed again and drove to my truck. I was parked against the back fence of a truck stop. When we walked from the rental car to the truck Melissa looked around and commented. "You parked between two trucks without sleepers. You don't like neighbors?"

"You might be noisy. I don't want to upset my neighbors so I don't have any, tonight."

"Do you have clean sheets on the bed?"

"Yes. And two nice pillows." I unlocked the truck and opened the door. She climbed in with a practiced hand. One quick look at the driving area and she went into the sleeper. I was three feet behind her.

She sat on the bed and held a booted foot out to me. I pulled the boot off so she gave me the other one. I put them both out of the way and sat next to her.

"What kind of work do you do, Melissa?"

"Since I've been here I work for Hi-Country Trucking in the office. Invoices, billing, that sort of thing."

"And, how long have you been here?"

"Jack died September sixteenth last year. I've been here ever since then."

"Jack?"

"My husband, Jack Tinsdale. Drove a 1979 Peterbilt. I was his partner for eleven years. He was riding shotgun while I got us into town and had a heart attack. I pulled into Hi-Country and they called the ambulance. He died the next day. I sold our truck to Hi-Country and they gave me a job."

"You need to give them two weeks notice?"

"No, but I want to. It hasn't been great there but they have been pretty good to me."

I unbuttoned her shirt and she did mine. The white lace of her bra looked good against the tan of her skin. The breasts within didn't need the bra for physical support just for dressing. When I took her shirt I reached over and hung it on a hanger. She hung mine over hers on the same hanger.

"Last time I did that it was Jack's shirt."

"Last woman's shirt that hung right there dropped me for a full-time job as a hostess at a gentleman's club. That was six months ago, in Baton Rouge."

I helped her stand and I worked at getting her tight jeans off. It was work.

"Want me to help? It took me ten minutes to get them on."

"Sure. Did you get them wet to get them on?"

"No! I spread KY on my ass and thighs." We both laughed and did get them off. Bra and panties matched. They were white and lacy. My underwear matched hers, except for the lace. When my jeans went down to the floor they fell. Tight jeans aren't my style.

She leaned over and turned on some music. In the available two feet we danced a little, exploring bodies with hands and lips. 

"Sam, please don't hurry. I'm a little scared. I went to the bar tonight to dance and get someone to buy me some beers. I got offered just what I've been missing since my husband died. I hurt a lot when Jack died. I lost everything."

"So did he." I kissed her. We held each other. We finished undressing each other and got into bed. She snuggled against me and we kissed some more.

"Sam? You aren't moving at all. I just ask you to go slow."

"Sweetheart, I'm moving at the pace that will let us get comfortable being together. I don't want to base this relationship on how good my dick feels inside you. I want to know how well we sleep together. I want to see how I like waking up next to you and how you like waking up next to me. So far I'm overjoyed at how the barter is going. I've liked everything I've seen, everything I've felt and everything I've tasted. If it's Ok with you let's sleep together tonight and, if you feel good about us in the morning I'd love to continue the exploration of how well we fit together."

"God, I love that idea." She wiggled just enough that we could kiss a few more times as we settled in for the night. The music played softly near us all night. The dark drapes were pulled so we slept until we woke up, not just until the sun woke us.

Melissa woke first. She slowly and carefully got up and opened the toilet. It was less than three feet from me. I woke up to the sound of water running. Then I heard her open the windows at either end of the sleeper. I didn't open my eyes.

She pulled the covers slowly off me, and I felt lips kiss my morning hard on. I opened my eyes and looked right into her eyes. They grinned at me. She lifted her mouth off me and said, "Good morning. I slept better than I have slept in months. I'm hungry. Ok with you if I get myself something yummy for starters?"

"As long as you suck me to completion and don't draw blood, go for it!"

Her head went back down far enough to capture my cock and she began her special brand of oral magic. She lavished attention on the head for a while, probing the slit with her tongue and getting acquainted with all the nerve endings she could find. Her hands found and held my nuts.

My hands found her body and helped her turn to a sixty-nine position. She fit. Her mouth held my cock as her pussy positioned itself right above my mouth. My tongue reached out and licked. She dropped her pussy an inch at the first tongue touch. The taste of her juices made me instantly want more. I noticed and appreciated the lack of hair around her puss. She found one of my hands with one of hers and brought it to her breast. I squeezed and she moaned.

We didn't hurry. This wasn't a one-night-stand. This was an exploration of possibilities for the next ten thousand nights. She explored sucking me, playing with various parts of my anatomy and having me play with hers. I licked, sucked, probed and fondled her. The responses got more of what worked and I noted what she didn't much care for.

More than once I worked her close to an orgasm and let her cool down. I loved how she quivered and how the muscles of her lower belly shook when she was close. I felt her getting close again and she pulled her mouth off my cock.

"Take me home! Ride me to the bell cowboy! I'm so close!"

I kept licking along her slit from bottom to top, circling her clit twice every time I found it. She would need to drink fluids to replenish those she was losing to me. 

"Now, Sam! Right NNNNNooowww!" I sucked her clit! Her legs clamped on my head. All of her shook and her back arched for a long time.

"Oh Jesus! Sam, stop!" I did. She rested atop of me and I waited. I saw a drip slowly falling from her puss. I held my tongue out and caught it. I smiled.

She rolled to my side and held my still hard cock in her hand.

"What's your favorite position, Sam?"

"The one where my cock is deep inside your pussy."

She threw a leg over me and slowly lowered herself down. As soon as my cock touched her lips she looked at my face. As she lowered herself she smiled and held eye contact. 

She was almost all the way down and I thrust myself up, suddenly filling her. She blinked and said, "Oh!" She held still a few seconds and began rocking against me. It wasn't long until the magic muscles within her were convincing me to unload.

"Melissa, this may be poor timing but what about birth control?"

"I've been fixed. Give it to me!"

"Here!" We both felt the pulsing of my lower body as shot after shot left me via my dick and filled her channel. My hands went to hold her just above the waist and discovered she was a little ticklish. She jumped when my hands held her and we both broke up laughing.

Melissa found a hand towel and used it to clean us up. Then we snuggled a little more and she said, "How soon do you need to eat... food?"

"Soon. You?"

"Yeah. Then I need to get in to work. I'm supposed to be there at noon."

"Let's get dressed and go for breakfast somewhere. I'd like to go back to the place we were in last night. I liked their gravy."

As we started getting dressed she asked, "Are my tits Ok?"

"Not really. I generally don't like women with big boobs." She would have had to lie to say she was a "B" cup.

She smiled and hit me. I smiled and said, "I like them both but mostly the left one."

"Why the left one?"

"When I drive and you ride shotgun it's the one closest to me."

"Oh. Bra or no bra this morning?"

"Take it with you and wear it when you go to work, please."

We got out of the rig and walked to the car. At the restaurant we had a good breakfast. For most people it could clog an artery but as long as I didn't eat like that often and worked hard I could survive it.

"You know, I won't let you have this kind of food very often."

"Good. Once a month is about enough. Most mornings I'm a cereal, toast and coffee guy."

"Do you smoke?"

"You were there. Did you see any smoke?"

"I meant cigarettes, pipe, cigars, grass?"

"I meant after sex. The answer to all the others is, I tried them and liked kissing better. Do you smoke?"

"You were there."

"You put the flames out with your juices. I take that as a No."

"Never started. Don't like kissing someone who smokes."

"Then I won't start."

Melissa asked the waitress for a piece of paper and the borrowed her pen. She wrote her address and phone number on the paper. She handed it to me.

"I'll be home at eight-thirty. Today is payday. If I go with you tonight I never have to come back. I accept the barter."

"I think I know what I get. What do you get?"

"I get a man who promises to treat me as his partner in every way. I get to travel with him, share his life, his bed, his vacations and his adventures. I get his kisses, his cock and his arms around me every night. I get a life insurance policy on him so that if anything does happen I have something to fall back on."

We drove to Hi-Country Trucking and when I parked a man came out the door. He was about my age. Actually he was three years older than me. We got out of the car and before Melissa could say anything the man said, "Sam! I see you met Melissa. Isn't she what I said?"

She turned to me and said, "You know Carl?"

"A passing acquaintance. We've been brothers all my life."

"But, you didn't approach me."

"First rule of a good barter, don't look too anxious. I didn't lie to you at all. I just didn't tell you I was in town to meet you. I did that. Now I want you to come on the road with me and live with me for the rest of our lives."

"You asked her?" Carl asked.

"Yes! You were right, she's perfect!"

"I need two weeks notice!"

"No, you don't. You hired Mandy to replace Melissa three weeks ago. She can work out today and then we're gone."

"Wait! You came to town to meet me? Carl told you to come? What did he tell you?"

We walked inside. Carl went back to his office and Melissa took me to hers.

"Carl has been telling me about a woman who works for him and has a broken heart. He told me about what was missing that he could see. What was missing for her was also what was missing for me. Seventeen months ago my wife got out of the truck. She said she hated living on the road, hated everything about it. She left. The truck has been empty until last night. You already know the road. You already know how to love a man on the road. If you choose me I will work hard to have us enjoy life for as long as we last."

"I need more room than what's in the sleeper."

"Right at the truck stop they have a storage box we can have mounted on the trailer."

Carl's voice came over the intercom, "We have your old box right here in the yard. Bring your rig over and I'll have the boys clean it up and mount it."

Melissa hit the intercom button and said, "Have you ever heard of a private conversation?"

"Sure. Soon as you get rid of Sam we can have one." He shut the intercom off after he started laughing.

"I need to call my Momma and tell her the news. Where will we be headed tomorrow?"

"I'll get the load from here on the truck today and we'll drop it off in St. Louis. From there we go to Green Bay, Debuque after that. I'd best get after it."


Bartering with Brothers



The day that I discovered the power of bartering with my brothers was the best day of my life. It was a long day filled with victories and forbidden pleasures. Let me tell you all about it...

The alarm clock went off that morning disrupting my sleep and instead of hitting "snooze" like I had the last five times, this time I actually rolled over to turn it off, figuring I should probably get up at some point. A drowsy glance at the clock revealed that the time was 8:45AM. I shot up in bed with a gasp. Damn! I was late for work again! By the time I got to the office I would be over an hour late. And to top things off, I'd woken up horny. I hated when that happened, especially since my boyfriend had moved out a month ago. I really wasn't getting my sexual needs met anymore, but between working and going to college full time, I just didn't seem to have any free time to party or meet anyone.

I was feeling pretty sorry for myself and, more importantly, my poor lonely wet pussy. It desperately needed some affection. I knew I could quit my job and still pay tuition, then I'd have more free time to find a lover, but I liked having extra cash for my addiction -- clothes and shoes.

I hopped out of bed and got ready as fast as I could, but still made time to make myself look good. After all, a girl could never tell when she might find a sexual prospect. When my shiny dark hair was straightened and smoothed, my plump lips accentuated with lip gloss, and my dark doe eyes emphasized with a little mascara, I went into my bedroom and put on the sexiest suit I owned that really hugged my ample tits and round firm ass. I wore a low-cut, tight fitting top underneath the jacket. I then jumped in my car and sped to work. I arrived at MagnaTrue Corp, and was immediately told by the secretary that my boss wanted to see me in his office. I gulped and thanked her, then headed to his expansive corner office.

When I walked in I saw Aaron Peterson, my boss and my oldest brother, sitting behind his desk typing on his computer and wearing a look far too serious for his 25 years. But then again, running an entire department was putting a lot of responsibility on his shoulders. He was bearing it well, though, since unlike me he actually fit into this fortune 500 company culture. He was wearing a very expensive black suit that fit his tall muscular body well, and a royal blue tie that matched his eyes. His dark, almost black, hair was cut neatly, and his chiseled face was clean shaven and smooth. He looked really handsome, intelligent, rich and powerful. As usual.

When he saw me come in and flop down into the chair opposite his desk, he raised his head to look at me, then abandoned whatever he was doing to give me a reprimanding look.

"So, they tell me you were late again," he said, his eyes boring into me with agitation. "For the fifth time this month. Tell me...Why exactly is it that you can't get up on time?"

I was very used to his lectures; being five years older than me he'd always acted more like a parent to me than a sibling, and even more so in the past couple years since Dad died. Even though I was now 20, he still felt that he was an adult and I was a child. Of course, I knew my irresponsible behavior didn't help matters, but I wasn't ready to be the grown-up responsible adult he was always trying to get me to be. I just wanted to have fun!

"My alarm didn't go off," I whimpered, pathetically, and did my best to look truly sad and regretful. "I'm really sorry, Aaron."

"Mia, 'sorry' just isn't going to cut it anymore," he said, scooting his chair back from the desk and rising to his feet. "I can't just let you break all the rules, just because you're my sister. People see you coming in late you know! There's only so many times I can make exceptions."

"I know, but I promise I won't be late again!" I said, as I watched him lean against the edge of his desk in front of me. His pants pulled a little tighter around the crotch area, hugging what I knew was a very impressive specimen of manhood. It reminded me once again of how much I was missing sex.

Then I had an idea. I thought of a way to get out of trouble, and get some sex at the same time. Win win!

"I'm sorry, it's too late for that. I can't keep making excuses for you," he said. "I've had to write you up twice already, and that's after the dozen other times I've let you slide. This is your third official strike. That means I don't have any other choice but - "

"Don't fire me, please! I need this job! I'll do anything you want!" I said, looking up at him with big pleading eyes.

"What I want is for you to come to work on time like everyone else!" he said, exasperated. "Is that really so much to ask?"

"No! I'll do that! I'll do that, I swear! And if you cover for me just one more time...I'll do anything else you want, too," I said, sultrily.

To illustrate my point, I unbuttoned my jacket and showed him my cleavage. I even leaned forward a bit to make sure he could see directly down my tiny tank top to the large round D cup breasts nestled in my black lacy bra.

Aaron's eyes enlarged, I could tell he hardly believed what I was doing or suggesting, but at the same time the look on his face said he was tempted. I cupped my breasts in my hands and began to fondle them, watching in triumph as the bulge in his pants grew. It had been a long long time since we'd messed around. In fact, we had only really fooled around once a couple years back when I was 18.

It was right after dad died and we were all in an emotionally frazzled state -- me, my three brothers, and my mom. Aaron and I got really drunk one night and were trying to console each other. Somehow I ended up giving him a tit job until he came all over my tits. The next day he felt really bad about it and apologized like crazy, then took me on a massive shopping spree. I thought it was funny because I wasn't even mad. Why would I be? I'd enjoyed what we did. But of course I let him assuage his guilt while I spent goo gobs of his money and picked up more sweet handbags and shoes for my wardrobe.

The truth was, I'd wanted to do more kinky things with him after that night, but at the same time I didn't want him getting spoiled. So I'd held out until the time was right. And that time was now.

"We really shouldn't..." he said, seeming to be talking directly to my breasts. "It's really not right...to do that again..."

"Why not? We're both consenting adults, and nobody would know," I said.

I reached out and took his hand, putting it on my tit. His eyes seemed to light up as he began to fondle me, using both hands now, squeezing and massaging the big mounds of flesh in his hands.

"C'mon, Aaron. Aren't you horny?" I asked. "And guess what? I have something much better in mind for you than just a tit job this time."

He looked at me with eyes hazy with lust. He swallowed hard. "Y-You do?" he asked.

I nodded slowly, then licked my lips.

"Okay, lock the door," he said, eagerly.

"Yay!" I cried, and got up to lock the door. Then I turned around and walked back over to Aaron, taking off my jacket. I tossed it on the chair and knelt in front of him, reaching out to run my hand up and down his crotch. "Well well, someone is pretty horny this morning."

I wasted no time in unfastening his pants and pulling out his cock. It was as beautiful as I'd remembered: long and thick with a flared head. Fat and heavy, straight and smooth. I pulled my hair out of the way and leaned my head down toward it, looking up just a second to enjoy seeing the shock on his face as he realized I was actually going to suck it. Then I darted my tongue out and swirled it around the head. Ah that first taste, what a thrill!

"Oh my God," he gasped. "I-I can't believe we're doing this."

I just smiled and started to lick his cock and stroke it with my hand. He placed his hands down on the desk to steady himself as I ran my tongue up and down the length of his cock and around the head again and again. Then I took it in my mouth and began to bob my head, sliding my warm wet mouth up and down his engorged cock. I was in heaven. I loved sucking fat cocks so much, and his was so sexy, I loved the way it felt on my tongue. The fact that he was my brother did nothing to deter me, in fact it probably only turned me on more.

"Oh Mia...God you are good at that," he said, as I sucked and slobbered on his fuck stick.

I moaned to myself as I pleased him with my mouth, turned on by the knowledge that he was currently fucking my face, and my horniness hit an all new level. I put a hand between my legs and pulled my panty seat aside to rub my slick shaven pussy as I kept sucking and tonguing him. I then let my tongue swirl down to lick his balls. I sucked on them gently one by one before returning my attention back to his cock, taking as much of it into my mouth as possible.

He watched me intently while I pleased him and myself. The more my own pleasure intensified the hungrier I became for his cock. Soon I was pushing it back farther and farther into the recesses of my mouth until it reached my throat. I suppressed my gag reflex and slid it down my throat. Aaron let out a moan of intense pleasure as my throat milked his cock all by itself.

Needing air, I pulled him out and breathed, then sucked the head back into my mouth, flicking my tongue on the underside below the head.

"Fuck," he swore, and his hips jerked. I knew he was close.

I sucked him in again, making smooth long strokes up and down with my mouth as I slid two fingers into my pussy, fucking them in and out of my tight wet pussy to the same rhythm that my mouth was using to suction his cock. I started to moan as my pleasure escalated, and I deep throated Aaron's cock again as I went off, cumming and twitching and swallowing his cock. That was more than he could take and he grabbed my head, cumming down my throat. When he released me I eased off of his cock and licked it clean before tucking it back into his pants.

"Mia...that was incredible," he said, looking at me awestruck.

I beamed at him and then stood up. "Who knows how to be good to you?" I asked.

"You do," he said, with a happy little smile.

"That's right," I said, then kissed him on the cheek. "Well, I'm off to my desk now!"

He just stood there in a mellow happy mood as I picked up my jacket and traipsed out of the office, humming to myself, content with knowing my job was secure.

#

I sat in my office bored. I was supposed to be scheduling client meetings, but I didn't really feel like working because it was Friday. Not that I needed a reason to not feel like working, I never felt like working, but Fridays were the worst. And Mondays. And Wednesdays. And -- okay you get the point. Besides, I now knew I was firmly in Aaron's good graces and probably would be his favorite person in the universe for a good while. He was not going to be lecturing me about anything for at least a week, bare minimum.

Knowing this, I blew off work and spent my entire morning in my office shopping online. I found out one of my favorite designers put out a new limited edition handbag and it was soooo cute. It was perfect colors for summer, and I just had to have it! I needed to act fast, though, since there were only going to be so many of these bags.

I went online and checked my bank account. Fuck! I was short like 300 dollars! My credit cards were maxed out and mom only paid them once a month. I wasn't going to get paid for three more days and I didn't want to bug Aaron for anything else right now. So I picked up my phone and text one of my other brothers, Josh, to find out where he was. He said he was at home studying, so I told him to stay put -- I was coming over for a visit.

I grabbed my purse and keys and drove over to the college. Josh was two years older than me at 22, and he was a Grad student and student teacher. I lived in my own apartment not far from Mom and my youngest brother, Max, but Josh lived on campus in grad student housing which was a lot bigger than the tiny rooms undergrads inhabited in the main dorms. It was also a lot more private and really a lot like an apartment, which I knew would make it easier for me to work him, so to speak.

You see, Josh was very responsible with money, and pretty much had no vices. Unlike me, he didn't spend all the money mom gave us, or the money he made from working; he was a saver. I knew he had the money I needed to get my new bag, I just wasn't sure how to wring it out of him. Still, I knew I would come up with a way somehow.

When I arrived, Josh greeted me wearing his usual attire when he wasn't teaching, a band t-shirt and some jeans. His light brown hair was worn kind of long and messy in some hipster style that suited him. For the first time I noticed that he was kinda sexy. Actually, the sight of him was making my pussy twinge for some reason. I didn't understand it, but I figured it must be because my hormones were raging. My morning play time with Aaron didn't leave me satisfied. I got off but I didn't get fucked. My pussy was craving something more substantial in it than just my own fingers, and any cute guy who could provide it was suddenly very interesting.

"Hi Josh," I sang, hugging him quite closely and trying to feel him up as much as possible without him getting suspicious. I wanted to cop a feel of his ass but knew I couldn't get away with it. So I settled for rubbing his back, sneakily rubbing my boobs on him, and sniffing his neck. "Ooh, you smell good!"

"Oh, um, thanks," he said, looking a little flustered once I finally let go and stepped inside. He shut the door after me and looked at me curiously. "What's got you so affectionate today?"

"Do I need a reason? You are my favorite brother, after all," I said, with a winning smile, clasping my hands together in front of me in innocence.

Okay, I know what you're thinking, but I wasn't lying just to butter him up, it was actually true. I loved all my brothers, but Josh was always my favorite. Even though he was older than me he never lectured me like Aaron, and he wasn't a rebellious pain in the neck like my younger brother, Max, who was always getting into trouble. Josh was just a sweetheart.

"I'm your favorite?" he asked, with a lopsided grin.

"Of course!" I said. Then I poked him in the abs. He was a lot more toned than I expected. "Hey, have you been working out? You're looking fit! All your students must have crushes on you!"

"Okay, what do you want?" he asked, suspiciously, crossing his arms over his chest.

I gasped and feigned a look of shock and righteous resentment. "What? I don't want anything!"

"Right, so you only came over to tell me how great and buff I am, and how wonderful I smell?" he asked.

"And also how much I love you," I added, with a big cheesy grin.

"Oh yeah, you definitely want something," he laughed.

Knowing he was onto me, I grabbed his hand and took him over to the couch to sit with me.

"Ok I admit it. I need help. I am in a major crisis!" I said, seriously. "Time is running out and there is no one else I can turn to! Please, Josh, tell me you'll help me?"

"Of course, of course I will. What do you need?" he asked, with wide-eyed concern.

I took his hand in mind and held it to my chest. "I need three hundred dollars."

"What for?" he asked.

"A....A Phillipe Sidaine handbag."

"WHAT?!" he cried, and snatched his hand back.

"It's a limited edition bag! If I don't get one now they'll all sell out!" I whined.

He was not moved.

"Here I thought you needed something important but you just want another handbag?! You have a million of them already!"

"Not like this one!" I moaned, woefully. Then I clenched my hand tightly and proclaimed, "there's never been a bag like this one!"

He laughed at my theatrics, as planned, but he still wasn't giving up the dough.

"Where is all of your money? Huh? I know mom gives you plenty of money and you work part time for Aaron's company. So why are you broke?"

"I'm not broke it's just that the bag...coshtootowsentalas," I mumbled the last words unintelligibly.

"What?"

"The bag costs two thousand dollars!" I blurted out.

Josh hit the roof. "Oh my God! You do not need a two thousand dollar handbag! No! Absolutely not! I am not wasting my money on that!"

"But I do need it! I swear I need it! Summer's coming and I can't walk around with last season's bags, what would people SAY?" I moaned.

"They'd say 'look at that pampered rich girl with a gazillion bags, each of which could pay the average person's car note for a year!'"

This was not going well. At this rate I would not get my bag. Time for plan B. B as in Bartering. After all, it worked so well with Aaron before...

"You're right. I shouldn't expect you to just give me three hundred dollars if there's nothing in it for you. Soooo...what can I do for you in return?" I asked, scooting closer and laying my hand lightly on his forearm.

He looked at me strangely. "W-what do you mean?" he asked.

"I just mean, if you do this thing for me - which would mean a lot to me - maybe I could do something enjoyable for you," I said, batting my eyelashes.

Josh just looked at me in a stupor. He clearly understood what I was getting at and he could not believe it. I knew I should feel embarrassed of myself for even suggesting this, but I didn't. I was fairly sure that even though I was his sister, he would still take my deal.

I was looking at him as intently as he was looking at me. In that moment I decided he was even more attractive than Aaron, and that was saying a lot because Aaron's face had graced the cover of many local business magazines, but Josh...he was adorable. His hair, skin and eyes were lighter than Josh's, and he had more of a baby face. It kind of made me want to corrupt him.

"I could do really enjoyable things for you, Josh," I said seductively, moving my hand from his arm to his thigh. "Remember that one summer when you used to steal my panties?"

He began to blush furiously.

"I never...I...That wasn't me! I wouldn't - "

"Oh, I know it was you," I said, with a wicked smirk. "I never minded. In fact, I used to leave them on the bathroom floor for you when I knew you were coming in to shower after me."

"You did?" he asked, quietly.

I could tell that poor Josh was just completely in shock at the turn this visit was taking, but at the same time he wasn't exactly blowing up or throwing me out, so I was willing to bet things would go my way.

"Mm hm. What did you do with them?" I asked, starting to stroke his thigh. "Did you smell them?"

He blinked at me but couldn't seem to form words.

"Did you?" I persisted.

He nodded slowly. A thrill shot through me at the mental image of his face buried in the seat of my panties.

"Did you imagine me wearing them?" I asked. "Did you imagine taking them off of me? Did you wrap them around your - "

"Mia!" he gasped, grabbing my hand to stop it before it got to his crotch. "That was a long time ago. I was just a horny teenager. It was wrong what I did, and I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."

"You're so sweet," I cooed, scooting even closer until we were touching. "But you don't have to be sorry. I'm flattered that you thought of me like that. Do you still?"

"Of course not! That would be wrong and...just wrong!" he cried, tensing up as I lightly pressed my body into his.

"Oh," I said, and sighed sadly. "I guess I was silly to hope that you would still think I was anything special."

"Mia, it's not that. It's just that brothers and sisters shouldn't think of each other like that," he said. "But of course you're special to me, you're my only sister."

"I'm glad, Josh. I'm sorry I'm so weird today. I've just been so hor -- uh I mean lonely -- you know, since Chris moved out. I just feel like nobody wants me," I said. "Like nobody ever will again."




Bartering with Brothers



"That's not true! Any guy would want you. You're beautiful and smart, and..." he trailed off as his eyes roamed over me and his breathing started to accelerate. His eyes got stuck at my chest and then he forced himself to look away.

"Any guy would want me, except you, huh?" I teased.

"Please don't go there? I'm just trying to make you feel better, that's all."

"Maybe I'd feel better if you gave me a kiss," I suggested, giving him a hopeful look.

"Are you serious?" he asked. "You um...You really want to kiss me?"

I nodded. "What's so wrong with that?"

He looked like he was about to explain it but it was just too complex.

"Look, I'll buy you the bag, okay?" he suddenly said. "I'll just buy it for you. You really don't have to go this far."

"Really?! Oh thank you!" I cried, and threw my arms around him, squeezing him tight. Then I kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear what I had just come to realize... "But I still want you."

"Mia!" he scolded.

"What? We've both been really busy working and studying and neither of us has anyone to take care of our needs! I mean how long has it been since you broke up with that last girlfriend you had?"

"Three months," he admitted, reluctantly.

"And has there been anyone in your bed since then...?" I asked.

He scoffed like he wasn't going to answer such a crazy question, but I just kept waiting...and waiting...

"Well, a couple of girls, yeah. But not really often enough," he said, shyly.

Of course I knew he had to be getting pussy with his looks, but I was glad he still seemed to want more. That left room for me.

"Aw, poor baby. You must really need some attention," I said. I ran my hand down his chest and stomach, tentatively going for his fly.

He didn't stop me. I got bolder.

"Why don't you let me thank you for that lovely bag you're gonna get me?" I smirked, as my hand went even lower.

"Mia..." he said, warningly, and he looked at my hand like he was terrified but he still didn't do a damn thing to stop me as my hand moved right onto the bulge in his jeans. His cock was hard.

"Hmm. If this is as wrong as you say, then what is this?" I teased, raising an eyebrow as I lightly squeezed his cock.

"I...I don't know! I don't know why it's like that!" he said, looking embarrassed.

I put a finger over his lips. "It's okay," I whispered. Then I took my finger away and kissed him on the lips.

"Mia, I don't think we sh - " he began, but I just kissed him again and nibbled on his bottom lip.

At first he was frozen, but then he seemed to snap out of it and he kissed me back. I smiled and kept kissing him, pleased that I always got what I wanted. Always. He would be no exception.

Our kisses deepened quickly and soon we were tongue kissing like true lovers. I unfastened his jeans hastily and pulled his cock out, stroking it as he practically tongue fucked my mouth.

"Oh my God, I always wanted this but I thought you'd hate me if you found out," he said, between kisses.

I snickered as my ego inflated to a mammoth size.

"I could never hate you. Now, let me suck your cock for you," I said, sweetly.

He didn't need any further convincing. In fact, he put his hand on my head and practically pushed my head down. I took him in my mouth, getting off on tasting my second cock that day. He was hung as well as Aaron, but his cock had a slight curve to it and was very hard and suckable.

"Mmm...Oh Josh, I love your cock," I moaned, and sucked it all the way down until my nose was pressing against his groin before I pulled back. I guess that must have turned him on because he started pumping his hips, fucking my mouth like crazy. I had to suck faster to keep up with him and he definitely shoved it down my throat a couple times but I didn't mind, it just turned me on more.

While I was sucking him off he reached between my legs and touched my pussy, sliding his hand into my panties to rub my clit. I got so horny I couldn't stand it, and I suddenly stopped and stood up, taking my clothes off as he stared up at me in complete awe.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Getting naked so you can fuck me," I said, tossing my jacket aside and then taking off my tank top.

I think any remaining shred of propriety he had left just disappeared when he saw my tits. He started taking off his own clothes, too. I slipped out of my skirt and panties, then when he was naked and seated again on the couch I hopped onto his lap, kissing him and rubbing my naked body against him. Damn, he felt good! I grasped his cock in my hand and lowered myself down on it.

I will never forget how good it felt when his cock slid inside me. It filled my pussy so completely, it was a match made in heaven. I started to ride him, rocking my hips so his cock slid in and out of me again and again. He held my ass in his hands and fondled it as his mouth latched onto my right tit and suckled. I let out a squeal and braced my hand against the back of the sofa as I pumped my hips back and forth, desperate to feel his cock massaging my slick tight inner walls.

I ground myself down on him as his mouth moved to my left tit, his tongue circling and flicking against my nipple as I wrapped my arms around him and continued to bounce myself up and down on his hard cock while he rocked his hips beneath me, keeping the sensation at its maximum. A strong wave of pleasure overtook me and I came, shuddering and creaming all over his cock. As good as that felt, my pussy still wanted more. I raised up off of him and turned around, bending over the coffee table with my ass and pussy on wanton display.

Taking my cue, Josh knelt behind me, placing one hand on my hip and using the other to guide his cock into my waiting and now dripping hole. I let out a loud moan and I guess that was enough encouragement for him because he began thrusting with deep long strokes. Pleasure overwhelmed my body and I thought to myself that I could not believe Josh was such an amazing fuck.

He found a steady rhythm, pumping and pounding my pussy so good I felt like I was going to lose my mind. His hands slid around me to grasp and knead my tits and tweak my nipples as his cock plunged in and out of my wet and willing pussy. Sounds I didn't even know I could make came flowing out of my mouth.

"Fuck...fuck...yes...yes..." I chanted as every stroke of his cock set the nerves in my pussy aflame with pure raw pleasure. Hot, dirty, forbidden pleasure.

"Is this what you wanted?" he breathed in my ear.

"Yes!"

"You wanted me to fuck your pussy deep and hard like this?"

"Yes! DON'T FUCKING STOP!" I cried, frantically.

"God, your pussy is so wet, it's squeezing my cock so tight!"

My reply was nothing but moans and gibberish.

Pleasure crashed through my pussy in waves and grew more and more intense with each thrust until I was shoving myself back on him with complete abandon. The only sounds that could be heard in the room was panting, moaning, and the sound of bare flesh meeting again and again in a distinctly pleasurable smacking sound. My juices were running down my thighs and at one point I think I may have been drooling on the table.

When he released my tits and put his hand between my legs to rub my clit as his cock continuously pummeled my pussy, I lost it. My entire body tensed up and I came with an incredible force. My legs shook, I screamed, and my pussy clenched again and again around his cock, releasing more of my juices.

Josh moaned appreciatively and fucked me faster.

"Can I cum in you?" he asked.

"Yes. Yes, please cum in me?" I begged. The idea drove me crazy with lust. I wanted to go to class with a pussy full of his cum.

"Are you on the pill?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. "Yes, it's safe. Just do it!"

Josh gave me a few more deep thrusts and came, flooding my pussy with his warm cum. The sensation sent me spiraling into another orgasm and when finally the blissful spasms subsided I was trembling on the table and gasping for breath.

Josh was in no better shape than me. As soon as he pulled out of me he collapsed on the floor, panting and sweating. I slipped off the table to lay next to him. For a moment we both just laid there, eyes either closed or fixed on some distant nonexistent point as we reflected on the intense and incredibly taboo sex we'd just had. Josh looked over at me and smiled.

"That was incredible," he said. "I love fucking you."

"I love fucking you, too," I agreed. "We need to do that again soon."

"Very soon," he said, pulling me to him with a naughty grin. "How about right now?"

"Oh God, I wish. But you know I have class."

He groaned in disappointment, frowning adorably.

"Don't worry. We'll do it again soon," I said, and pecked him on the lips. I wasn't sure when soon would be, though, because I didn't want him getting spoiled and thinking he could have it all the time.

We both got up and got dressed, talking about the surprising lack of guilt that we felt. I actually didn't feel anything at all except satisfied and happy.

On my way out of the door, Josh gave me his credit card so I could get my bag.

"Don't max it out," he said, trying to sound authoritative.

With a grin I copped a feel of his ass, plucked the card out of his hand and left.

Victory was mine.

#

Afternoon classes just seemed so tedious. I kept thinking that I would much rather be back at Josh's, fucking and sucking him some more. Surprisingly, I was still kind of horny. I'd been replaying our encounter in my head all afternoon and I could feel that tension in my pussy again. That craving. But I was stuck here and he probably had things to do, anyway. I wanted to go home and masturbate at least, but I had to stay in class if I ever wanted to graduate.

I got so much homework assigned to me and it was all due on Monday. I didn't want to spend my weekend doing that shit. The worksheets and reading wouldn't be so bad, but my English teacher assigned a really long annoying midterm paper for us to write. I sucked at writing papers. Math was really more my thing. But this stupid paper counted for 50% of my grade.

I was so disappointed when my last class let out because I was trying to figure out how I was going to do that paper. I took my mind off of it by stopping by the Phillipe Sidaine boutique downtown to get my new handbag with Josh's card. It was glorious! It was so beautiful I didn't even want to touch it. I had to take it home immediately and fawn over it in private. Then I'd have to take lots of pictures of it and post it on my Facebook, that way all my friends could know that they were inferior because they didn't have it!

When I got home I found my teenage baby brother, Max, sitting on the floor outside my apartment door, wearing a black hoodie and some dark skinny jeans, looking all disgruntled and dejected.

Ugh. Teenagers.

When he heard me coming down the hall he looked up at me like a lost puppy, big brown eyes all sorrowful; his angular face shrouded in dark tousled hair.

"What did you do now?" I asked, instinctively just knowing he'd been kicked out of the house by Mom for the night.

He practically shot up to his feet in anger. "I didn't do anything!" he yelled, irately. "Mom is being a bitch again!"

"Alright alright alright alright," I mumbled, waving a hand in dismissal and opening the door. "Come on in, you can just spend the night here."

Once inside my loft apartment, Max flopped down on my couch and began playing with his phone -- which was all I ever saw him do for the past year, anyway. I put my new purse up somewhere neither light nor dust could touch it, because I am that crazy, then I took a shower. When I was done I put on a baby t-shirt and some panties, which is what I normally wore around the house, then I headed into the kitchen and cooked Max some dinner. I didn't really feel like going to all the trouble, but if I wanted to get him to tell me what he had done to set mom off this time, I would need to at least feed him. He was kind of a secretive fucker.

When the food was ready we sat down at the table, opened a bottle of wine and began eating and talking. At first he didn't want to tell me what he did but by the time we finished the bottle of wine -- and by "we" I mostly mean Max - I found out that "mom being a bitch" really meant "mom lecturing him for not going to school, always coming home drunk, fucking random girls at all hours of the night, and having marijuana stashed in every existing drawer, corner and crevice of his room."

Wow, she is just so unreasonable. He should not be expected to put up with this. (Note my sarcasm.)

"She said she doesn't want to see my face for a while so I could just go stay with you or one of our brothers for the weekend. She just put me out! What the fuck is that? I mean, I am eighteen now, I'm an adult, she can't treat me like this," he ranted, pushing the veggies he'd picked out of his meal around on his plate with a fork.

"Max, being an adult is more than just reaching a certain age. To be respected like an adult, you have to behave like an adult," I said. "Which you are not doing."

"Oh and you are?" he pointed out. "You don't do anything, ever. You just pawn all your responsibilities off on other people so you can go shopping and pick up guys."

"Yeahh...." I said, tapping my fingers casually on the table.

He waited for me to add something in defense of myself. I didn't bother.

He started laughing and I joined in.

"I guess this is one of those 'do as I say, not as I do kind of moments,'" I giggled.

"At least you accept it," he said.

"Oh, I can't deny it, because actually, I need to ask you a favor," I said. "You're really really good at English and I - "

"No," he immediately said.

"Well, you didn't even let me get the question out!" I pouted.

"Because I already know what it is, and the answer is no. I am not doing your homework. I don't even do my own homework," he said.

"Well, yeah, but....I can't write this stupid paper, Max! And c'mon, you're great at writing! It's like the only hobby you've had since you were eight! You know you could bang this thing out in thirty minutes! You're really smart!"

"Yeah I probably could, but I don't want to. It's Friday night and I am not doing your homework."

"Well, I don't mean tonight, genius, I don't want your drunk ass writing my paper. How about tomorrow night."

"How about no?"

Damn. He was really sticking to his answer. Any other day I would have just accepted that, but today I had found a new tool for my arsenal that made life easier and more fulfilling. That tool was called, you guessed it: Bartering. I wasn't going to use the kind of incentives I'd used with my other brothers, because I still saw Max as a kid. But surely there was something I could offer him to bribe him into doing my stupid paper.

"Well, what if I made it worth your while?" I asked, propping my chin up on my hand.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I mean, you do this for me and I do something for you," I explained.

Max's eyes lit up. "Like what?" he asked, leaning forward a bit in rapt anticipation.

Okay, I really had his interest now. Good!

"I don't know. Whatever you want," I said, with a shrug.

"You mean, like, anything? I can ask for anything I want and you'll do it?"

"Sure. I mean there must be something you want that you don't have, or maybe something you'd like me to do for you?"

"There are...things...I'd like you to do for me," he said, cryptically.

I cocked my head to the side. That sounded awfully sexual... Nahhh, Max wouldn't be interested in that with me. I was his big sister, he probably just thought I was a pain.

"Okay, like what?" I asked.

He thought on that. "How badly do you need this paper done?"

"Badly. I can't pass this class if it's not done."

"So then, this is pretty serious?" he asked.

"Yes. It counts for 50% of my grade. It's ultra super important, okay?" I said with a huff. "Now why don't you just tell me what you want so we can get down to business?"

"Okay," he said, then smiled at me nervously. "I want you...to let me eat your pussy."

I started laughing.

He couldn't be serious.

"I'm serious," he said, which immediately stopped my laughing.

"Really?" I asked. That was a total shock to me. Unlike with Aaron and Josh, I'd never known that Max had thoughts like that about me. And I'd certainly never suspected he'd have the guts to ask me something like that outright. I was flattered, and kind of proud of him. Maybe he was more grown up than I thought?

"Yeah. I mean, it's kind of been a fantasy of mine ever since I caught you in the boat house that one time."

Ah yes, I remembered that. One night I was in the boat house with my boyfriend at the time. He was eating my pussy and I started cumming on his face. I suddenly got the feeling that someone was watching, and I looked up to see Max watching us from a window. He had this shocked look on his face, and when our eyes met he darted away.

Later on I pulled him aside and asked him what he was doing there. He said he came out to take the dog on a walk, and he heard strange noises in the boat house, so he came over and looked in to see what was going on. He couldn't believe I was doing something like that. I swore him to secrecy, and he never told our parents. But I didn't know at the time he had been turned on by what he'd seen. Now I wondered how I never imagined he would. He probably went back to his room and stroked his cock thinking about my pussy. God, that really turned me on...

"It's your fantasy huh?" I asked, smugly. Well, it was official: I must really be hot. I knew all the guys I met wanted to fuck me in every hole, but even the ones I grew up with couldn't resist me! What could be more flattering? I was suddenly starting to feel all warm and horny.

"Oh yeah. I think about what you were doing with him, but in my fantasy it's me pleasing you instead of him," he said. "Does that gross you out?"

"You could never be gross to me, Maxie," I said, sweetly. "So...sometimes when you jack off you think about eating my pussy?"

He nodded.

"Do you like to eat pussy, Max?" I asked, getting more and more turned on by the moment.

"I love it. It makes my dick so hard it leaks."

"Mmm," I sighed, pleased with that response. I spread my legs under the table and slipped my hand onto the seat of my panties to rub myself slowly. "Really? You like licking and tongue-fucking wet pussies?"

"Yes, there's nothing I love more than eating pussy, and my number one fantasy is eating yours. Are you...Are you touching yourself right now?" he asked, excitedly.

I nodded, pulling the seat of my panties aside to rub my soft wet pussy lips before running my finger up to play with my clit.

He started to get up from the table, I guess he wanted to see. I raised a finger and waved it back and forth.

"Ah ah ah baby bro, first I have to know that we have a deal. If I let you eat my hot juicy pussy, you will write that paper for me, right?"

"Yes! I'll do it!" he said.

"And it'll be good enough for me to at least get a B right?" I asked, as I slid my finger into my pussy and started thrusting it in and out. He couldn't see but he could surely see the motion my hand was making and he knew what I was doing.

"Uh huh," he croaked out.

"Good. Now let me see your dick, Max."

He immediately unfastened his pants and pulled it out. My eyes roved over the long smooth cock in his hand. My pussy twinged and creamed at the sight of it, and I had to remind myself that I was only getting his mouth - that was the deal. So I raised my eyes to his lips. Yeah, I bet those would feel really nice on my pussy.

"Come here," I said, turning my chair a bit away from the table. "Take my panties off."

He came over to me and knelt in front of my chair. He looked incredibly excited and also pretty nervous as he hooked his fingers in the sides of my little white panties. I raised my hips and let him pull them down, all the way off me. I then propped my leg over the arm of the chair, opening my pussy to him. His eyes glazed over with lust when he was met with the sight of my glistening cunt.




Bartering with Brothers



"Oh my God," he said, reaching out toward it. Then he stopped and looked up at me. "Can I touch it?"

"Oh yes," I said, feeling an intense anticipation that surprised me. I'd never thought of being with Max like this before, but it was turning out to be a real turn on.

His fingers stroked my pussy up and down, sliding between the lips aided by my own juices. His fingers found my clit and rubbed it, making me squirm a little in my seat. It felt good, but I wanted his mouth. I slid my hand into his hair and pulled his head closer. Getting the hint he moved his hand and ducked his head down to lap at my cunt with his tongue. I moaned and continued to run my fingers through his dark hair as he ran his tongue back and forth over my clit then around and around it.

"Mmm, that feels good," I sighed, grabbing my tit with my other hand and massaging it. "Is your cock hard?"

"Oh yeah," he said.

I looked down and could see that it was hard, lying against his leg. I wanted to feel it but my hands were occupied. So I took my soft foot and rubbed it along the length of his cock. Oh, I was so pleased at how hard it was so I kept stroking it, feeling it with my foot. He started to hump against my foot, getting off on what I was doing to him. He ate my pussy ravenously while still humping my foot. He was so horny at the moment and I loved it.

"Look at you. You really love big sister's body, don't you?" I asked, with relish.

His response was a moan and an attempt to slide his tongue as far up my pussy as possible.

"Oh God, fuck," I swore, now trying to ride his face. I grabbed the hem of my tank top and pulled it over my head, tossing it on the floor. "Suck my tits!"

He moved up to my tits, cupping them in his hands and sucking first one then the other nipple into his mouth while his hand squeezed the other. I groaned in pleasure and took his right hand, putting it between my legs. To his credit I didn't have to tell him what I wanted, he plunged two fingers into my pussy and finger fucked me as he licked and sucked all over my tits. It felt so good I lost all rational thought. I was trembling and creaming down his hand.

"Oh my God, you are so hot. Please let me fuck you?" he begged.

I didn't know what was pleasing me most, the stroking of my pussy or my ego.

"Um, that wasn't the deal, baby bro," I sang. Even though I really wanted to, I wasn't sure if I should let him.

"What if I promise to get you an A? Wouldn't that make you happy?" he asked.

Yes. Yes it would. But I pretended to be thinking it over.

"Hmm, make me cum really good and I'll think about it," I said, with a smirk.

He went back down on me and really ate my pussy with a passion, fingering my hole as his tongue licked, lapped and teased my clit until I couldn't take anymore and I came, clutching at his hair with a scream. My hips bucked and he just kept licking me as I shoved my pussy in his face and let loose a gush of my cream. When I came down from my high he licked my pussy clean, which only succeeded in making me horny again.

"Can we fuck now?" he asked, eagerly.

I pretended to be having a moral dilemma. "I don't know, Max, I want to but...Mom would just die if we did something like that!" I said, knowing full well it would only make him want to do it more.

"Fuck what she thinks! And you know, it would serve her right for kicking me out. Bet she'd never expect us to spend the night doing stuff like this," he said, with a devious little smile. "Besides, she never has to know. It'll be our secret."

"You won't tell Aaron or Josh?" I asked, giving him my best vulnerable and innocent look. I didn't know whether they would be mad or not, but I didn't want any of them to know I had fucked the others, or someone might get mad and then I might end up not being able to fuck any of them anymore. That would be sad.

"I won't tell anyone," he swore, slipping his fingers back inside me and pumping them in and out slowly as he leaned in to kiss me softly on the lips. "It'll stay just between you and me. Nobody else needs to know."

"Well, okay," I said.

No sooner than I'd gotten the words out did he grab me around the waist and literally pick me up, carrying me into my bedroom. I let out a scream and a giggle as he threw me on my bed.

"When did you get so strong?" I asked, thoroughly impressed.

He just grinned and took off his clothes. He had a really nice looking body. He was on the slender side but he had a nice trim waist, toned abs and some nice muscle to his arms and legs. When did my baby brother grow up into this sexy guy in front of me? Obviously I had missed something.

I didn't have time to figure it out because he soon climbed in bed, spreading my legs and positioning himself between them. I held my legs open at the knees while he pushed his cock inside me. We both moaned as he sank into me.

"Oh fuck, I can't believe I'm finally fucking you," he said, as he pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in.

I wrapped an arm around him and thrust my hips up to him, urging him to keep doing that. He kept thrusting, pumping me fast and deep. I went from panting to moaning as my horny younger sibling fucked me. It didn't take long for me to reach the point of no return. After all the fingering before my pussy had been aching for a cock and after only a few minutes of being penetrated again and again by a long hard teenage cock my pussy was quivering and on the verge of release.

"Oh God, Max, I'm cumming!" I cried out, completely losing control of my body as I came, gasping and moaning while his cock continued to slide in and out of me. Max grabbed a handful of my hair and rode me hard for a moment before cumming inside me, moaning and grinding his hips into me as he filled me with his cum.

I was in a state of sexual bliss, and was quietly content as we rested a moment, catching our breath. I was feeling really relaxed when Max suddenly turned me over and pulled me up onto my knees in front of him. I felt his cock poking at me, hard again. Once again, I was pleasantly surprised. He thrust inside me and started fucking me, holding my hips as his cock worked in and out of me, sending waves of pleasure through my pussy. I grabbed onto the sheet in an effort to maintain my sanity as his cock caused intensely wonderful sensations to nearly overwhelm me.

I found myself rocking back against him desperately as his cock hit just the right spot in me again and again. I started to whimper and rub my clit, mewling as I got closer and closer to release. I could not believe even Max was an incredible fuck. I was truly the luckiest sister in the world.

Just when I thought things couldn't get any better, he pushed a finger in my ass and fingered me while he fucked me. I went crazy. I had never had that done to me before and I loved it.

"Oh God, yes! Finger my ass while you fuck my pussy!" I cried, as he pounded away. "Fuck your cock is so good!"

I came again, shuddering and gasping into the pillow as my pussy clenched again and again uncontrollably in sweet release. My brain informed me that my pussy probably could not cum anymore or it would be sore. My pussy informed me that it wanted more cock.

"Mia, ride me," Max said, and pulled out of me to lay on the bed.

I straddled him and eased myself down on his cock. My pussy squeezed tight in joy. I raised my hips up and down, riding the long hard pole currently fucking my cunt. I braced my hands on Max's chest and enjoyed the look of bliss on his face as I worked him relentlessly, making up for all the lonely nights I'd had in the last month. Max pulled me down to him and kissed me deeply, then cupped my ass in his hands as I continued to hump and grind myself down on him.

"Oh yeah, fuck me," he groaned, and I did just that, rocking back and forth faster as I felt another orgasm creeping up inside me. Max began to thrust up into me, and our wild fucking had the bed bouncing and us panting as release crept closer and closer for both of us.

"Mia, I'm cumming!" he told me.

When I felt his cum flooding my pussy I came hard. I lost control, spasming on him as pleasure ran rampant through my body. He kept thrusting up into me until my orgasm waned and I went still on his softening cock. I closed my eyes and just lay there on him thinking that I was finally completely satisfied. It was such a relief. I felt so relaxed and wonderful.

"I'm so glad we did this," he said, stroking my hair.

"Me too," I said.

I fell asleep that night thinking that I'd had the best day ever.

And the good days just kept on coming.

Since that day things have gotten really exciting for me. I mean, between Aaron, Josh and Max, I get plenty of sex these days. And the funny thing is that all of them think they're the only one I fuck!

I do whatever I want at work and I never get written up. I always look good, dressed in all the latest clothes, bags and shoes. I never did return Josh's credit card. And that paper I needed for English class? Got an A. I can pretty much coast for the rest of the semester.

Life is good.

Of course, I'm still on the lookout for a new boyfriend, but hey...I'm not in any real rush. 



Bartering



She stood and we kissed. I noticed her bra was back on. She whispered, "Please take it off me again tonight."

By three I was back and the yard boys mounted the box on my trailer. Inside the box there were shelves, a hanging rod, some drawers and two lights. The boys had cleaned it up well. They even hooked up the electricity. By four the truck and I were ready for the road. I walked into the office and found Melissa with Mandy. As soon as I walked in she said, "Mandy, you've got it. Take good care of the company. This is Sam, my man. He's come to take me away from all this and on the road again."

After the suitable interval we walked out and got into our truck. Melissa walked to the passenger side and got in. When I climbed in I saw that the same boys who mounted the box had painted on the driver's door. It said: "Sam and Melissa Trucking". There was a pair of hearts painted next to the names. I smiled and drove to Melissa's place. An hour later she was loaded into the sleeper and the storage box and we had given the keys back to the landlord.

We headed north for St. Louis and drove until just about dark. Melissa went in the sleeper and made us a simple dinner. She fed it to me as I drove. A bite, a kiss, a drink, repeat as necessary. The jeans she wore as we left her old apartment were not the skin tight ones from the night before. This pair were loose and well worn.

We stopped for the night on a side road about half a mile off the interstate. I had it marked on a map. A nice level spot just off the highway. No neighbors, no fees, no hook ups.

As a team we set things for the night pretty quickly and as we settled in she asked, "Where do you keep the gun?"

I showed her and showed her where the extra ammo was. She said she had fired a weapon like it before. I figured we would stop somewhere and make sure she knew how to use it. We got undressed and into bed. I hadn't quite put my head on the pillow when there was a banging on the cab door.

"State police. Open up."

I got the gun. Not everyone who says they are police are. I peeked. The car in the mirror was police. The man standing outside was in the proper uniform. I pulled on jeans and Melissa got dressed.

When I opened the door he said, "Sorry to bother ya'll but we don't get many overnighters along here. Are you Ok or did your truck have problems?"

"We're fine. Nearing our driving limits and this looked like a nice quiet place to spend the night. Is it Ok?"

"Sure. I'm the only cop out here tonight. Anyone else comes knocking, keep your weapon in your hand."

"Gotcha. Thanks. Can I offer you a beverage?"

"A beverage?"

"Bottle of water, soda, maybe some juice?"

"Thanks, but no. If I drink then I hafta pee. I'll wait." I closed the door as he walked back to his car. I looked and Melissa had the weapon and had it pointed at where he had been standing. He was covered. Damn, I was impressed.

Our first morning on the road I woke up first. I slowly pulled the covers off us and worked my way down so that my Good-Morning kiss could be delivered to her lower lips. It was. Her eyes opened and her legs opened as well. My hands held her ass and her hands held my head against her opening folds.

"Good Morning, Sam! Have a good dream?"

"Shhh, I'm still dreaming!"

I moved my hands to hold her legs and moved them up by her chest. That lifted her ass a little and opened her up for a more in-depth probing by my tongue. She was getting more and more turned on and making the noises that told anyone listening. 

"Sam, please do me! Be inside me!"

Her wish, my action. Without letting her legs go I moved and placed my cock at her entrance. She thrust against me and I was inside her.

"Oh Sam! I love how that feels."

Long slow strokes became long faster strokes and became me doing my imitation of a piston. She moved all around on the bed, thrusting with me, grabbing my arms, pulling my head to her face for kisses and generally seeing just how intense it could get.

"Cum inside me Sam! I want to feel it inside me."

She got her wish. After I splashed her insides we lay together for a few minutes and I dozed. She got up and made breakfast. We ate and dressed. I checked her licenses and log book. Everything looked good so she drove north for five hours. I sat shotgun for the first time in almost a year and a half. It took her an hour to get so she felt fully at home driving. I knew when she got there. Her face quit looking serious and she smiled. Ten seconds later she was singing along with the station we had on the radio.

The truck stop we found had a market attached so we bought up supplies for sandwiches, quick dinners and things to drink. Mostly healthy stuff. Between the two bathrooms there was a Toledo scale. She weighed both of us. I had the needle stop at two-twenty four. She hit one-twenty-six. When we got back in the truck she wrote our weights in a notebook.

"We aren't getting any bigger than we are right now. Weight isn't good when we get heavy."

Two hours out from St. Louis I called the guy I was getting the load to. He expected us in four hours. I said it would be close but we'd make it. He asked if I was interested in a load to go to Green Bay. I was. We bartered and I felt good about the deal. 

When I parked Melissa asked if I wanted her to stay in the truck. I said no. She put a bra on under her shirt and followed me into the terminal. The dock boys unloaded the truck and loaded the new load. Melissa watched them. I went inside and did paperwork.

When I came back out I had three thousand dollars cash in my pocket and the delivery address in my hand.

"You'll want to check the tiedowns." Melissa said.

"I always do." I walked the trailer and checked every strap. One looked tight but when I pulled on the tightener it slipped. It wasn't one of mine. I called the foreman.

"This tightener isn't mine. It slips. Mine are marked with a ST stamped into the metal."

"Sorry. Someone's ass will fry." He motioned to one of the dock rats and told him to find my tightener, swap it for the bad one and throw the bad one in the trash. Half an hour later we were on the road.

"Nice catch, Melissa."

"Those things cost too much to just give them away."

"Nice catch. He must have thought you were just my squeeze and knew nothing about trucking."

"Am I your squeeze?"

"Yes, and much more. My partner. My lover. My girl-friend."

"Good." Her shirt was unbuttoned and her bra came off. She got a towel from the sleeper and put it on her seat. Off came her jeans and panties. She sat back down. Her shirt flapped in the breeze and her smile lit up the road ahead.

The CB radio crackled into life. "Breaker. County mountie at marker 226."

I slowed to fifty-five and five miles later we passed the black and while car parked partially hidden behind a sign. I waited a mile or so and made the same announcement on the CB. Melissa smiled and said, "I love the brotherhood."

"With all the women on the road these days maybe we better call it the family."

"Think they all ride naked?"

"I hope not all of them."

"You don't have to look."

"In that case I hope they do."

"Next time I drive I want you over here naked."

"You sure it won't upset your stomach?"

"I know you're hairy but I want to see you like this."

"What do I get if I do it?"

"I'll do it again. This is the ad. If you want more of this you need to give me some."

"Now that's a great barter!"

It was nearing dinner time and we were south of Chicago. I knew a truck stop near us so I pulled in. We fueled up and decided to eat inside. At the table next to us two guys were arguing. Seems they both had new trucks and were arguing about which truck got the best mileage. We were halfway through dinner when one brother went to the bathroom. I turned to the brother still sitting there.

"I couldn't help but overhear. Does he beat you often?"

"Too often."

"Where are you boys headed?" 

"Green Bay."

"If you want I'll help you win the bet."

"How?"

You both go buy locking gas caps, fill up your trucks and trade keys. When you get to Green Bay you go together to fill up. He needs to unlock your gas cap and you his. No cheating, right?"

"So how do I win?"

"Let him leave first. We'll load your truck on my flat bed, cover it and go to Sheboygan. Then you drive the rest of the way into Green Bay and win. He will wonder for the rest of his life how you beat him."

"God, that's great! I'll give you two hundred for the ride."

"After he leaves meet us behind the truck stop."

A minute later the brother was back. As Melissa and I walked past them on our way out the brother said, "Put your money where your mouth is!" 

At the cash register I heard the brother who had gone to the bathroom say, "A hundred dollars for every gallon difference when we get home!"

"You're on."

We went to our truck and Melissa asked, "Why are we doing this?"

"When the younger brother rides with us, listen to him. His older brother has beaten him at everything his whole life. He's finally going to win one. That's worth something. Makes me appreciate my brother even more."

Fifteen minutes later we had his truck loaded and covered. We were on the road. An hour later we passed the brother. He was driving conservatively and watching for his brother. His brother was in our sleeper peeking out a very small window.

He told us the story and I had been right. Mark was the younger by four years and Mike never let up on him. Everything was a contest. Mike's wife had a baby and it was an eight pound nine ounce boy. Mark's wife had her first and it was a six and half pound girl. Mike's first job out of high school paid a dollar an hour more than Mark's first job. Mike pitched for the high school. Mark played center field.

Melissa listened and then gave him an idea. "Go home and get the whole family. Take them with you to the gas station. Let Mike fill your truck and you pump gas into his. Let the whole family watch as he loses. It ought to quiet him down for a while." Mark looked gleeful.

In Sheboygan I pulled into a truck stop and we unloaded Mark's truck. He gave us two hundred and asked for my cell phone number. I asked why.

"Someday I may want to see which truck is the best after a few thousand miles."

I gave him our number. He thanked us and drove off. Back on the road Melissa said, "I almost want to be there when they go to fill up. It must be about two hundred miles from where they filled up to Green bay. Mike's truck could be going on fumes by then."

We stopped for the night less than a mile from our delivery point in Green Bay. Melissa and I slept well. I loved starting the truck with the smell of sex in the air.

I laughed when I saw who was opening the gate at the trucking company where we were delivering our load. It was Mike. His red Dodge truck was parked next to the Ford F350 that had been on our truck yesterday. I backed up to the dock and his dock rats scrambled to get the load off my truck. Melissa and I followed Mike to the office. As we passed the trucks Melissa asked, "One of these yours?"

"Yeah. The Dodge."

"Know the guy who has the Ford?"

"Yeah. My brother. Why?"

"I heard that model gets really good mileage. I wanted to ask him about how he's getting."

"Sumbitch made it from Chicago to here yesterday on six gallons of gas! That's impossible!"

"You sure he didn't get some gas on the way?"

His head shook. "We had locking gas caps. I had his keys. No way he could cheat. I'm gonna sell that damn Dodge."

"Did you make the same trip?" Melissa was leading him. It was like watching a master fisherman set a hook.

"Yes. I had his gas cap keys and he had mine."

"And the Dodge didn't do well?"

"I used twenty-two gallons for the same trip!"

"How old is the Dodge?"

"It's got less than five thousand miles on it."

Melissa turned to me. "Honey, I love that truck! Look how great I'd look driving it. We won't drive it much so the mileage doesn't matter all that much. I'll blow you tonight if you'll buy it for me."

I thought Mike's head would snap his neck with how fast he turned to look at Melissa.

"Ok, Mister. How much do you want?" I asked.

"I paid, forty three."

"I'll give you twenty-five."

"Fuck! No. Thirty-five."

"Thirty-three."

"No."

I whispered in Melissa's ear. "What do you want me to do?"

"If I suck him off and get the truck for thirty will you be angry at me? Will we be through?"

"No. We can laugh as we drive away knowing Mark just screwed his brother again."

She left me and walked to Mike she pulled his collar until her mouth was at his ear. His eyes went wide and he said, "Ok."

She turned to me and said, "Handle the business. When the boys load the truck watch them." She faced Mike and said, "I'll be in our sleeper."

We went in the office and Mike told the dock foreman to load his truck on my flat bed. We concluded the payment for the delivery I just made and then I paid him thirty for the Dodge. He gave me the papers to transfer title.

As I was leaving Mark burst into the office and said, "Why are the guys loading your truck on the flatbed outside?"

"I sold that fucking truck to that guy. Piece of shit truck! Beat by an F350!" Just then the phone on his desk rang.

When I got outside the Dodge was loaded and tied down. I checked everything and everything was tight. Mike was still inside. I climbed in the truck. Melissa was waiting, fully dressed on the shotgun seat.

"I cheated. On his desk was a note: "Call your wife and it gave the number. I got back here and called her. I told her that Mike had a surprise for her and wanted to take her to lunch to give it to her. I recommended she call him so he didn't get all into his job and forget."

"Then I guess we can go."

An hour later my cell rang. I answered. Mark was laughing.

"Mike is still on the phone with his wife. She's pissed that he sold the truck. She's pissed that he didn't take her to lunch and give her the surprise she knew he bad for her."

In Dubuque I sold the fifty year old John Deere for sixty thousand. The collector added it to his collection. I also sold the Dodge for thirty eight. I gave the eight to Melissa. She bought a new pair of boots and opened a saving account.

We picked up a load of hay and drove it to North Dakota. Two weeks later we were in Southern California. On the back of the truck I had two model "A" Fords I'd found in North Dakota. I got them pretty cheep and sold them to a restorer and a guy who wanted to make it a hot rod. We made thirty-six thousand profit on those two old cars.

We spent a week on the beach between Los Angeles and San Diego. One night in a really nice hotel. The hotel night didn't cost us any money. They needed some furniture delivered to another hotel in Palm Springs. In Palm Springs we stayed for half price.

It may not work for everyone, but barter is doing Ok for us.