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Alice Ch. 01

By: Fall Crow



Alice woke up with a start; she had had another nightmare, only this time it seemed so real. She got up and walked to the window of her small room that was her home, and her prison. Alice had been locked in Williams mental hospital for almost a year now. She did not remember much of her life outside the hospital, mostly just bits and pieces of a broken childhood. She did, however, remember Mr. Jacobs her old science teacher. She remembered how she trusted him, how he helped her with her school work. Then how he hurt her and betrayed her trust, how he raped her. Most of all she remembered how she killed him, how he pleaded when she held the knife to his throat, how he screamed when she shoved it in his stomach… there was a knock on her door, but her mind was elsewhere. Alice no longer connected her killing Mr. Jacobs with his raping her, she had killed him because him because he was a bad man and needed to die. Another knock, this time she heard and quickly slipped back into bed before saying in a soft voice “come in.” a nurse poked her head in and said,

“Are you alright? I thought I head you shout.”

“Just another nightmare.” Alice replied politely.

“Oh.” Replied the nurse. “Would you like something to help you sleep?”

“That would be nice” she replied smiling. The nurse came in to the room bringing with her a small cart with a syringe and some other medical items. She sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up the needle, Alice eagerly offered her arm to the nurse; she always got a rush from the needle going into her arm. The nurse held her arm and gently pushed the syringe into Alice’s arm just below the elbow. As she felt the needle break through her skin Alice inhaled sharply, goose bumps spread over her body and her stiffening nipples shown through her nightshirt like pencil erasers. The nurse pulled the needle out and said good night to her then shut the door. Alice lay on the bed breathing heavily the sensation of being pierced set her body on fire, she closed her eyes and felt a strong tingling building between her legs and she arched her back as her fingers came in contact with her hard nipples. She gasped as she pinched them then cupped her firm breasts in her hands. Her injection was beginning to take effect and she soon lost interest in her breasts. 

Alice opened her eyes but she was no longer in her room, she and her bed had somehow appeared out in the court yard of the hospital. Night had fallen and dark brooding clouds swirled menacingly above her. Suddenly there was a bright flash and a loud crack as lightning struck the ground right in front of her bed. With a weird groaning sound the ground began to give way to a gaping black pit, Alice and her bed began to fall.

The fall was much like that in a dream. She fell very slowly sitting on top of her bed. Alice became aware of shadowlike figures swirling in a tempest around her bed, to her surprise several of the wraiths formed into large penises. The cocks flew in close to her bed and began to circle Alice closely. She reached out cautiously and touched one as it flew by, as soon as the tip of her finger came into contact with the floating penis it convulsed and spit thick warm cum all over her arm. Alice squeaked and smiled in delight. Suddenly the big cocks all conversed on her and began rubbing them selves against her body shooting cum all over her and drenching her now transparent night shirt. She wrapped her hands around two of them and began to jerk them off, they both gushed out liquid with each pump of her small fists. One cock was slightly larger that the rest, nearly two feet long, it wedged itself between Alice’s legs. Alice moved her legs apart for it and the huge penis slithered its way closer to her cunt Alice felt her pussy begin to tingle and become wet behind her white panties as the penis came closer to it, suddenly her panties shredded to pieces and flew off her body swirling up into the tempest. Alice’s attention snapped back between her legs as the head of the monstrous cock spread her soft labia and plunged into her sopping vagina.

Alice threw her head back and let out a shriek as the mammoth penis filled her almost instantly and began steadily pushing more of its length into her, stretching her small pussy to its capacity. The cock suddenly pulled back out then began furiously pounding into Alice’s pussy, she grunted and spread her legs as far as she could as it rammed into her spurting thick cum into her hot cunt with each thrust. Alice felt a wonderful tingly sensation spreading between her legs; she threw her head back and let out a piercing shriek as her body was wracked with an orgasm. No sooner had Alice regained her wits than she was cumming again, this time when she opened her mouth to scream one of the cocks stuffed itself quickly inside stifling her shriek. The two cocks pounded her with earnest and the one in her mouth began shooting cum with each thrust. Alice tried to swallow all the spunk gushing into her mouth, but there was just too much. Cum began pouring over her lips and down her chin in a sticky waterfall. Without warning the large cocks disappeared and the ones in her mouth and pussy pulled out and vanished into the darkness. Then with a jarring crash the bed slammed into the ground flattening Alice to the mattress.  

Alice opened her eyes and sat up and looked at the pool of thick semen she was sitting in and smiled, she slowly stood and felt warm cum gush out of her cunt and run in torrents down her legs. She looked around in the darkness and spotted a small round door, she walked towards it leaving sticky footprints in the cold ground. Alice stepped cautiously through the door and gasped at what she saw, she was no longer in a place she recognized she was surrounded by towering mushrooms as big as trees. She took a few steps away from the door and suddenly it shrank and snapped shut behind her, she looked back and was confronted by the stem of a giant mushroom. Alice saw a small white object darting between some of the smaller bush sized mushrooms. She held still and suddenly a large white rabbit with bulging eyes bounced from behind a mushroom and landed right in front of her. “Who are you?” she asked a little astonished.

“There’s no time to talk now.” It said in a hysterical voice. “You should clean yourself up and come with me” he said looking at the cum still smeared all over Alice. “Hurry now! Were already late!” it shouted and began bounding away.

“Wait!” cried Alice and she ran after him…

Alice Ch. 01



Alice is an 18 year old girl studying at a 6th form college which is part of an all-girls boarding school. This story contains scenes of sex, violence and gunplay. If you are not comfortable with this: do not read on.

*

Alice left registration, pushing open the door that lead outside and turned in the direction of her English class. She heard someone calling her name and turned around to see her tutor struggling to keep his laptop and folders under one arm. He looked like he was in a hurry.

"The headmaster would like to see you, Alice. Go to his office at the end of the day, ok?"

"Um, ok," she replied, confused for a moment. Before she thought to ask why the headmaster wanted to see her he had left, scurrying off towards the maths department. She spent the rest of the day wondering what it could be. Surely he would have said if it was something good, so it must be something bad. But what? She searched her memory for something, anything it might be. She couldn't think of anything she had done...

At first it seemed so far off that she wasn't worried, but like an exam or a blood test, it crept up on her and, before she knew it, last period was upon her. Palms sweaty, she shifted in her seat willing the bell not to ring... It did.

When she arrived at the headmaster's office his secretary told her to take a seat. She sat down, patting her skirt smooth, and swung her legs under the chair. Her foot tapped, she wrung her hands, and time slowly dragged on. She watched the second hand tick and listened to the secretary's typing. Just when she had almost resigned herself to waiting there forever, the handle creaked and the door pulled open. The headmaster leaned out and spotted her.

"Come in, Alice." Rising, she smoothed her skirt again and checked her blouse. The former was navy, with a criss-cross of lighter blues and the odd bit of white, giving it a plaid or tartan look. The latter was crisp white and simple, with the school shield sewn on the left breast. She also wore black, practical shoes with short heels, and white knee socks. She hated the knee socks. A red Alice band sat nestled in her thick, brown hair and she wore narrow, thick rimmed glasses with black frames. She straightened those too, and approached the door.

By the time she got inside he was already sitting behind his desk, watching her enter.

"Shut the door," he said, and she did, almost jumping as the bolt snapped into the frame. She turned to face him and crossed the large office to the front of his desk, aware of how loud the carpet crunching under her feet sounded in the silence. She stopped in front of him and paused.

He was still watching her. At the first hint her muscles gave of a movement to sit in the chair he said "Just stand there for me, Alice," so fast that she hadn't even really started to move. She stood, not really knowing what to do with her hands. She was intensely uncomfortable, and this very definitely was not a 'good' visit. She felt uneasy on her heels, small as they were. They wobbled on the carpet and she felt like she was standing on pedestals, on display before him. His eyes bored into her.

After a long moment he reached to his left and slowly unlocked a drawer, sliding it open. He took out a sheaf of papers and placed them on his desk, turning them around to face her.

"Tell me," he started, "what are these, Alice?" The type was small and his fingers were splayed across the top of the papers, holding them down. She bent to read. The page was covered in row after row of internet addresses, and she didn't read a single one. Words just leapt off the page at her. Slut. Fucking. Whore. Spanking. Bitches. Gagging. Submissive. Rape. Cock. Abuse. Whipping. Humiliation. Swallowing. Daddy...

Her heart fell through the floor. Her limbs felt numb and tingly.

"I..." she began.

"Did you use the school network to look at this... filth?" he asked. She wanted to say no, to deny it, to be shocked at the accusation. But the evidence was right in front of her, she could not lie. She mumbled instead, and bright red spread across her cheeks.

"What?" he snapped, stern.

"Yes, sir," a bit louder.

"Speak up, girl!"

"Yes, sir!" she pleaded, loud enough this time.

"Look at me, Alice."

She realised she was staring at her shoes, her hands folded in front of her. She wanted the ground to swallow her up, to turn and run, to hide in the corner and sob. She felt tears welling up, and blinked them away. Raising her gaze slowly, she dreaded the inevitable eye contact. When it happened she wanted to snap her head back down, but she couldn't.

"Do you think this is even remotely appropriate, Alice?"

"No," she mumbled, catching herself, "No, sir."

"No. It's not Alice. It's entirely inappropriate, completely unacceptable and, to be frank, quite sick."

"Yes, sir." Her cheeks grew even redder. But worse, her pussy throbbed with the humiliation, and she willed that throbbing to go away... It did not.

"What are we going to do about this then?"

She was about to say that she did not know, but then he would decide. "I won't do it ever again, sir," she tried, hopeful.

"I know you won't! I'm taking away your internet access for a start."

"No! Please, sir, you can't!" That was all there was to do in the evening, and how else would she get herself off with no internet?

"Don't presume to tell me what I can and cannot do, young lady. In your position, you're lucky I'm not informing your parents of this... depravity. I shall have to thrash some discipline into you I think."

Her tongue formed an N but she dare not say it.

He rose and went to an umbrella stand, pulling out a long, thick cane. He walked behind her and she wanted to turn and keep him in sight, but she was rooted to the spot, frightened of angering him. She kept her head fixed forward. When he spoke she could still smell his foul breath.

"Put your elbows on the desk," he said. She did as she was told, bending at the waist and shut her eyes against what was to come. She felt her skirt lifted, but never his hand. She didn't hear him swing, just the tremendous crack of the cane as it landed across her cheeks. She squeaked in pain, but kept her lips pressed firmly together. Another thwack and she screwed her eyes up tighter. Then a horrible realisation flashed into her mind.

She was wearing white cotton knickers... and, as much as she wanted not to be, as much as she hated herself for it... she was wet.

She pictured herself from behind, a dark spot growing around the opening of her cunt, in plain view of her headmaster. Distracted, the third blow caught her off guard and she let out a yelp. He did not relent, however, and continued to thrash her behind. In between strikes she felt the searing heat and every time she felt she could not take any more, another landed. She had been looking straight ahead, but now her head dropped and she found herself staring at the papers he had dropped on the desk. Those words leapt out at her again. Caning. Pussy. Slut. Fucked. She realised she wanted to be fucked. Just like this, right here with a red, stripy bottom. Across her headmaster's desk as his secretary typed outside the door.

She wasn't attracted to him, not in the slightest. But she wanted him to drop his cane and pull down her sopping wet panties and fuck her. She wanted to be used, she wanted her punishment to be being used. She wanted to scream "Fuck me!" but she bit her lip. And then it was over. Curiously she felt nothing. Then she stood up and the pain came flooding back. As she rose, her skirt fell back down but she thrust her hands under it to rub herself, wincing.

The headmaster placed the cane back in its stand and sat on the front of the desk. She realised she was crying.

"You're a mess, Alice, clean yourself up before you leave." He pulled a tissue from a box on his desk and handed it to her. She wiped at her eyes, still clutching her sore bottom with one hand.

"Alice, is... is that mascara?" She took the tissue away, that heart dropping feeling crashing back down onto her. Again, she wanted to deny it, but sure enough the tissue was smudged with black.

"Yes, sir..." she admitted, dejected. When he stood up she thought she was sure to get another caning, but instead he took out a pen and his personal organiser and started copying something out.

He handed her the notepaper when he was finished and said, "Clearly, Alice, your discipline issues are too much to handle here in school. I could cane you again, but I'm not sure what purpose that would serve. I could tell your parents..." The look of horror in her eyes must have been obvious. "But I think it would be better for both of us if we used... alternative punishment." She looked at the paper. "I want you to follow those instructions on Saturday, and report to my office on Monday afternoon. Do you understand?"

"But..." she scanned the paper. "But why, sir? What is this?"

"Because you are a disgusting, sick girl who cannot keep to school rules. Because you need correcting. It should be simple, Alice, just follow those instructions. You don't need to know what will happen when you get there. On your way out please tell my secretary that I will need my cane cleaned," and with that he sat down in his chair and gazed into his computer screen, ignoring her. She padded out and shut the door gently behind her. Walking up to the secretary she felt herself flush hot red.

"Um... the headmaster he...er, says his cane needs to be cleaned."

"Oh, um... thank you, dear," the secretary said, seeming a little confused as if she didn't understand. Alice turned and walked back to her dorm, rubbing her bum through her skirt, but glad at the cool air of the courtyard.

When she got back to her dorm, she collapsed onto her bed, yanking down her sopping panties and thrust her fingers into her cunt. Shutting her eyes tight she pounded herself furiously, biting her lip, desperately working for.... orgasm. It hit her like a blast wave, convulsing her body, she let out a silent scream through a wide open mouth. The walls were thin here. She arched her back, lifting herself up, her pussy clenching around her fingers. Then she fell back onto the bed and drew in a ragged gasp of breath. The bed underneath her was soaked, as was the back of her skirt. She couldn't say how long she lay there for, she might have dozed off, but when she woke up she towelled herself off and attempted to clean up the puddle on her mattress. It had already dried though. She threw her skirt in the hamper and pulled on some jeans, gritting her teeth as the denim scraped across her sore cheeks. Sitting on her bed, she wondered what to do now, and opened her laptop to see if her internet worked. Sure enough, the connection failed.

"Fuck," she breathed. Then she remembered the note. She'd dropped it next to the bed, and picked it up now, unfolding it to read. It told her to catch a bus to a village she had only vaguely heard of and from there to walk to a farmhouse and ring the bell. It told her to arrive at five o'clock, and to bring her school uniform and things to stay the night. She figured it was some kind of discipline camp weekend, and dreaded having to spend the night with a bunch of misbehaving brats. Given that she was supposed to arrive at five o'clock, it would probably involve some stupid night time activities like a midnight trek or orienteering or something. It was only Tuesday though, so she had to wait three days before she would find out.

The walk to the station took her twenty minutes, and town was as depressing as ever. It was all piss soaked corners and cracked concrete. The bus itself was hardly better with a mean faced driver, a few disapproving old people, a large mother with an unruly child, a pair of Polish girls who didn't stop talking, and some ridiculous looking chav with his slag of a girlfriend sitting at the back. The bus journey took forty five minutes and made her feel sick. The passengers that came and went were hardly an improvement. Run down urban streets gave way to suburbs, and then to that kind of semi-rural area you get where it's too close to civilization to be proper countryside. Eventually she was the last passenger left, and the bus came to a stop in the village the note had mentioned. She hopped off, thanking the driver, and checked the note to see which way to go.

Finding her bearings, she headed down a country lane; eventually turning onto a road sided by grass verges and unmortared stone walls. As she left the village behind the landscape became bleak; flat and inhabited only by a few dirty sheep. Barely a car passed. Eventually she saw a few buildings in the distance. Checking her phone, she'd been walking almost half an hour so should be about there by now. She turned up the drive through big open gates. The sign matched the note, and the farmhouse was the nearest of the buildings. It was made of the same grey stone that the field walls were made of, with a slate roof and a heavy oaken door. She pressed the buzzer.

A dog barked, and a few moments later a shadow fell across the little window at the top. The door swung open and a man greeted her.

"Alice," he said smiling. It wasn't a question, but not really a statement either.

"Yes, hi," she replied, a little wrong footed at being addressed by name.

"I'm Dan, do come in," he urged, stepping back.

She wiped her feet on the mat outside and stepped in. The house was deceptively large. The hall was long and wide with a very high ceiling of wooden beams and skylights. There was an upper level with handrails running all around. Coats hung on pegs and there were a couple of pairs of boots on a rack, along with shoes and trainers, and umbrellas in a stand. She thought of her caning...

As she kicked off her shoes, he asked "Can I get you anything? A drink?"

Realising she was quite thirsty, she answered "Um, some juice would be nice if you have any?"

"Sure."

As he walked into what looked like the kitchen she took a good look at him. He wore light blue jeans, a woolly, cream jumper with a roll neck. Light hair, neither tall nor short. Good looking in an unconventional sort of way and quietly oozing confidence. She hesitantly followed but before she got all the way in he was heading back out again, ushering her through a door into the living room. He handed her a glass of juice, and as he did she noticed the flash of his watch. It was silver in colour, with a blue and white face, but she saw the glint of diamonds around the bezel. It seemed Dan was not exactly struggling to get by. He beckoned her to sit on the sofa. It was white leather, like the other chairs, and the carpet matched his jumper. There was a fireplace, and a lot of wood. There were picture frames all over that she couldn't make out from here, artwork hung on the walls and there were a pair of guns over the hearth. Glass patio doors filled a whole wall opposite the seats, looking out onto more gravel driveway, an out building, and fields. It was light and modern inside, but you knew you were in the country at the same time. She suddenly realised how incredibly odd this was. Where were the girls? Why wasn't he wearing some brightly coloured tracksuit and quoting motivational slogans at her? Who the hell was this 'Dan'? Before she could ask what was going on he spoke first.

"I suppose you're wondering why you're here and who the fuck I am," he chuckled, "Well, as I said, I'm Dan. Your headmaster told me you were having some problems at school and asked me to spend some time with you to see if we can't do something with you." He smiled.

"But... who are you?"

"I'm an acquaintance of your headmaster's, we met years back when we worked on some property together. He knows that I'm good at correcting people, at dealing with problems like yours, and he asked me to help."

"So, what happens now?"

"Well," he eased back in his chair, "I think you should start by telling me about these internet sites you've been visiting, Alice."

She opened and closed her mouth. "I... I don't really feel comfortable talking about that."

"Would it help if we were more formal, perhaps?"

"Sorry?"

"Well, call me 'sir' for instance."

"I'm sorry, I just don't think I want to talk about it."

"Don't want to talk about it, sir."

"Sir, sorry." If it were anyone else, she'd have whispered 'prick' under her breath, but she felt oddly compelled by this man.

"Alice, I know exactly what you've been looking at, I saw the addresses. It's nothing to be ashamed of, it's perfectly normal for a girl your age. I see it all the time. Trust me, you've got nothing to hide, nothing to be embarrassed about. Now, when did you first start looking at this sort of thing?"

She hesitated, and then relented. "Um... I guess, not long after I got the internet really. Maybe, when I was 10 or 11?"

"And have you always been interested in that kind of thing?"

"As long as I can remember..."

"What sort of thing is that? In your own words, I mean..."

"I..." She trailed off.

"Don't be embarrassed, Alice. It's fine."

"Um, things about being hit. Being used... sexually I mean. Serving... being... humiliated, punished. Rough things, like rough sex... and... rape..."

"Abusive things?"

"Yes. Like, domestic abuse and stuff. Those charity ads always... turned me on a bit..."

"Being hit; like being spanked?"

"Yes."

"Caned?"

She paused. "Yes."

"Punched?"

She hesitated again. "Yes."

"I see. So, is this purely fantasy?"

"Yes."

"But you were caned the other day?"

"Yes, but..."

"And you enjoyed it. Didn't you?"

She blushed. She'd hoped her headmaster hadn't noticed how wet she had been. "I did. Sir." He smiled again.

"But that's it, you haven't experienced anything else?"

"No, sir."

"So you're a virgin?"

"Er, yes. Sir." It was still odd calling someone 'sir' outside of school.

"No boys?"

"No. Sir. I... there was a boy from town I kissed once. Well, a couple of times. But he was a twat; they're all twats in town. There aren't any other boys, it's an all-girls school."

"I understand. That must be hard for you."

"I suppose, it gets kind of boring."

"Kind of frustrating."

"Yes."

"Do you not want that?"

She blinked. "Sorry?"

"Your juice, sweetheart, your juice."

"Oh, sorry. Yes, thank you, sir." She sipped from the tall glass.

There was a bark and Dan's dog trotted in, tongue lolling. It was a Dalmatian, very fit looking. He rubbed its head and leant forward to pet it, scratching it behind the ears and said, "This is Mud. I call him that because it's the only thing he seems to contribute to this house." Alice smiled at that. Mud opened his mouth and looked like he was grinning, then crossed the room to her. She stroked him and he seemed happy about it.

"He's lovely," she said.

"Thank you. So tell me, these... feelings you have. Do you feel guilty about them?"

"I used to but... not really." She rubbed the top of Mud's head. "Like, with liking those adverts and stuff, I used to think there must be something wrong with me. But I got over it I suppose, so not now. They're kind of embarrassing though." She blushed again.

"In your... thoughts, this theme of control, of use... is it always a purely sexual thing? Or is it... deeper than that?" Mud seemed to see something interesting outside and padded off, leaving them alone.

"I think so. I guess, I like to please, be controlled, do as I'm told and stuff..."

"Like to?"

"Want to." He looked at her funny. "Sir." She realised what she'd said, so naturally, so easily. There was a long silence.

"Tell me what happened on Tuesday."

As she answered, he shifted to the edge of his seat, leaning forward. "Um, well I got told to go see the headmaster. So I did, in the afternoon. And he made me wait, and then I got called in and he showed me the... er, the websites. The names I mean. Then he... he said some things, and then he, well, he caned me."




Alice Ch. 02



Alice is an 18 year old girl studying at a 6th form college which is part of an all-girls boarding school. This story contains scenes of sex, violence and gunplay. If you are not comfortable with this: do not read on.

*

The dress was amazing; it suited her and fitted perfectly. She'd found earrings in the box too, which she'd put on, and tried to do something with her hair. She stepped out into the living room and caught Dan slipping on his jacket. She noticed he had changed watches, this one with a more open, white face and no diamonds that she could see. He stopped for a moment, not quite having got his second arm in yet, smiled, then shrugged it on properly.

"You look positively stunning," he told her, walking over. Alice blushed a little and thanked him. He stood in front of her and took the sides of her arms gently in his hands. She looked up into his face and for a moment she thought he was going to kiss her, she felt her lips edge outwards almost imperceptibly, felt her lids go heavy, ready to close... but then she was aware that he was talking and she hadn't heard a word of it.

"Sorry," she began, "Um... what did you say?"

"I said you will make every man jealous of me tonight." She blushed again. "Will you do something for me, Alice?"

She looked into his eyes and said "Yes, sir."

"Good," he replied, "That makes me very happy." And then he did kiss her, gently brushing his lips against hers for just a moment. He pulled back, and lifted his hands to the tops of her shoulders. She felt his palms pressing lightly, she knew what that meant. Was she really going to do this? How could she? She had come here to the middle of nowhere, to this man she had never met before, was this going to be how she gave head for the first time? When she thought about it like that, she knew it shouldn't be. But when she looked at him, when she thought about his lips kissing her, felt his hands on her... she knew she wanted it to be. Slowly, keeping her eyes on his, she knelt.

She'd seen movies, that was what got her into this after all, and she guessed he'd want her to undo his belt and trousers, but as she began to move he gently took her wrists and put them by her side, stepping around behind her. He drew her arms back, putting her hands together and she suddenly felt exceptionally sexy. It didn't hurt exactly, but it was uncomfortable and she knew he could hurt her if he wanted to. Her shoulders were pulled back and her breasts pushed out. She subconsciously straightened her posture, pushing her behind out a little and spreading her legs ever so slightly. She felt plastic on her wrists. "Wha-"

"Shh, don't be afraid Alice." Then a noise like a zip being done up fast and her wrists went tight together. A cable tie. Shit... What had she got herself into? There was no one around, she could scream her head off and no one would hear, he could do whatever he wanted with her. But then... maybe she actually wanted that?

"Don't be scared, sweetie." He came around to her front again and knelt down to her level, looking into her eyes, smiling reassuringly. "It's ok, I just don't want you to move your arms. I can take off the tie if you like. Would you like me to take the tie off?"

She looked at him, trying to think, but gave up. "No, sir."

His smile grew, and he stood back up. "Good."

She was still scared though, and swallowed. Then she thought better of it and tried to wet her mouth. He brushed her cheek with a thumb, cupping her face, smiling down at her. "Such a pretty face. Close your eyes, my dear." She did as he said. She waited for the sound of him unzipping his flies. SMACK. His hand landed hard across her cheek and she winced. She was about to open her eyes, to scream, to yell... and then his hand cradled her face and she felt him kiss the wounded cheek. "Shhhh," he whispered, "be a brave girl now."

Somehow, even though she didn't even know this man, even though he had just hit her in the face, she felt more loved in that moment than she ever had before. Something inside her melted at this combination of roughness, of violence and pain, and affection. She wanted to do as he said, she wanted to be a brave girl, to not disappoint him.

SMACK. He hit her again. THWACK. This time it was with the back of his hand, a more solid impact on the other side of her face. Then he cradled her once more, kissing her forehead and whispering in her ear that she was a good girl and being very brave. He stood back up, but this time he took a hold of her hair, gripping it firmly near her scalp, and landed a flurry of hard slaps on one cheek in quick succession. Then he moved behind her and did the same on the other cheek. She screwed up her face against the attack, and just when she started to relax he landed a head-turning backhander across her jaw. Kissing her cheeks he whispered, "You're being so brave for me, Alice, so brave, but I need you to be brave for a little bit longer for me. Can you do that?" She nodded and whimpered an affirmative. "Good girl. Now lift your chin up nice and high for me. Good girl. And don't screw your face up; relax, look your perfect, pretty self for me. Don't try and fight it, just take it. Will you do that for me, Alice?" She nodded. "Good girl."

As he stood up, he placed two fingers under her chin and lifted it just that little bit higher. His eyes roamed across her face for a moment, studying her exquisite features, how the milky white skin was reddening on her burning cheeks. Then he struck her, again and again and again. Alternating between left and right, then dwelling on one for a spell before moving to the other, then back to alternating. He stopped every so often to whisper praise and reassurance, to lift her chin or straighten her neck or correct her posture. When he was done, her face was aglow.

"You look so very fine right now, Alice. Open your eyes." She looked up at him, smiling. It was the smile of someone perfectly content, the smile of someone loved.

"Thank you, sir."

"Come with me, sweetheart." He took out his pocket knife again and freed her wrists, taking a hand and helping her up. He led her to an armchair, sat down and patted his leg for her to sit. She hesitated. "Sit," he said smiling. She put a hand on his knee, and hopped up. She sat on the edge at first, rigid, with her hands in her lap. Dan pulled her closer to him, putting an arm around her waist and laying the other along the side of the chair.

"Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes, sir. Very much."

"Why do you think that was?"

"Um... I don't know. I liked you hitting me like that. It hurt but... it made my head go... well, it was nice. I felt like I was pleasing you."

"You were." She smiled, and noticed his hand had moved to her knee.

"I liked how you talked to me and held me and stuff, it made me feel, like, cared for."

"Was it the same when you were caned?" His hand had slipped under her dress now, but remained on her knee.

"No, not really. A bit. It was kinda the same, like... it hurt but it was nice, and..."

"And?" His hand started to slide slowly, very slowly, up her leg.

"And... I wanted things."

"What sort of things?" She blushed.

"You know."

"I do. Continue."

"Um... yeah it was nice, but when he caned me it was just that really, it was... hot. But I didn't feel like I was making him happy or anything; I wouldn't have cared if I did."

"But you do with me?" His hand was halfway up her thigh now, on that sensitive, tingly area.

"...I don't know you..." His hand reached the top of her thigh and she breathed in, biting her lip.

"You will, I think. But... you were saying: With him, you didn't feel like you were making him happy?"

"No... And, I didn't feel, like, cared for. It was just a punishment. With him there was no gentleness or anything."

"But there is with me?"

She looked him in the eye and smiled at him. "Yes, yes there is." There was a moment then, her sitting on his lap, their eyes meeting, both smiling. Her smile faded a little and her eyes closed, drifting inwards. Their lips met, warm and soft, brushing at first then more firmly moving. She drooped an arm around his shoulder. Then, underneath her dress, the dress he had bought her, a finger prodded at her cunt through her knickers. She gasped, but kept her eyes shut. He carried on kissing her, and she resumed kissing back. Her heart was pounding, her head swimming. That finger stroked her through the fabric, felt how wet she was, electrifying her.

Then their mouths parted and tongues began to dance, the finger rubbed more firmly, and she ground into him, trying to feel more. He slipped the finger through the crotch of her panties, rubbing her slit directly. Her kissing grew in intensity, and he grabbed at her panties, pulling them to one side. He took two fingers now, and rubbed roughly down the length of her sex. She moaned into his mouth, and he slid his fingers up into her. The moan strung out and he felt hot air from her lungs filling his mouth. He ground his fingers up and down, rubbing the inside of her, letting her feel the shape of them.

On a downward stroke he let them almost exit her, the tips of his fingers hovering just inside her entrance, then he rammed them up inside her, his thumb hitting her clit and his curled up fingers impacting her groin. He repeated hard, firm thrusts. She gasped, and he took his mouth from hers, planting it on her neck, kissing it, biting it. He kissed all along it, down across the strap of her dress to her shoulders, then back up along her jaw, finding her mouth once more. He sped up, pistoning his fingers in and out of her, almost holding her up with his other arm, cradling her in it. He felt a change in her, she was not merely enjoying sensations anymore, she was building towards orgasm. Her young tongue was eager, her body tensed, her hips thrust at him. He hooked his fingers, scraping her g-spot as he fucked her. She built to the precipice of release, and then he changed, switching from fucking her in and out to moving his fingers backwards and forwards, the hooked tips massaging that special place over and over again, his forearm a blur.

Her body shook and her mouth clamped onto his, muffling her scream, then broke away because she couldn't hold it any longer. She screamed openly for a moment, her finger nails digging into his back and arm. The orgasm rolled through her body, subsiding and then coming back again as another, shuddering around inside her. It trailed off and she grasped mentally at the last remnants of it as they died away. She collapsed against him, and he held her in his arms. He nuzzled her hair, breathing in a long lungful of its scent, and kissed the back of her head. He held her like that for a long while, she'd have stayed there forever if she could, but eventually he lifted her off him, and her eyes met his with nothing but adoration. They kissed briefly and sweetly, and he slid from under her, leaving her in the seat.

"Where are you going?"

"Just to get my wallet and things, I'll be back in a moment." She closed her eyes and swam away. When she heard him return, she opened them, refreshed, and stood up. Then her eyes went wide and she slapped at her legs and crotch.

"It's ok," he laughed. "I checked." She looked at him, embarrassed. She hated gushing, especially when it ruined nice things, but luckily she hadn't this time. "Come on, we best get going." He led her out the front door and round the side. There was a multi-door garage, but in front of that, under a wooden awning, was a car. She wasn't a car person, but she thought it was quite the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. "Wow," she exclaimed. "That is fucking cool."

"Language. And yes, I like to think so. It's a 1959 Ferrari. One of the American exports, I had the hard top fitted myself. Rains too damned much in this country!"

"It's very nice," she said, ducking inside as he held the passenger door open for her. Inside she could tell the design was old, but everything looked brand new. He got in, and turned the key, the engine roaring into life.

"Do you like cars?" he quizzed.

"Not really."

"Dinner then," he said and the wheels kicked up gravel as they sped off.

They had parked in an underground lot and walked the short distance to the restaurant. The night was warm and Alice didn't need a jacket. It was a hotel actually, but they were going to the restaurant downstairs. There were a few steps up to the big double doors. She'd half expected someone to open them for them, but Dan did it himself. They turned into the restaurant and a man was waiting to greet them. As they approached Dan leant down and whispered into her ear, "Call me Daddy."

"What??" she hissed back, but then they were there and it was too late to argue.

"Do you have a reservation?" the man asked.

"You did call ahead, didn't you sweetie?" Dan asked. Fuck. Sweetie? The man was already wincing, thinking about the age difference there must be between these two. He'd trapped her.

"Yes, Daddy," she replied, forcing herself to smile sweetly. The man seemed relieved.

"And what name is the reservation under?"

"De Boer," Dan answered for her.

The man scanned a ledger, then looked up and said "Thank you Mr. De Boer, I'll show Miss De Boer and yourself to your table."

Dan thanked him and followed, allowing the man to pull her chair out for her, and accepting menus and a wine list. He thanked the man again, and let him go. He looked through, and then called a waiter over. He ordered for himself and for her as well - without even asking what she'd like. She said nothing.

Food came and went, things she knew, but not like this, things she didn't even recognise. It was all delicious. The wine and the conversation flowed and they got to know each other. He kept things moving, always ready with a funny anecdote or an interesting titbit, a thoughtful question or an astute observation. It turned out he had made most of his money from property, but moved into freelance consultancy recently. He grew up in South Africa, but had moved to Britain. Both his parents had been killed when he was young, and her headmaster, he claimed, had a penchant for ladies of the night. One of these ladies turned out to be rather less a lady, and rather more an underage transvestite trafficked from Thailand who had overdosed as they did lines together. Dan had made sure he had evidence of this misfortune, and promised that neither the police, his wife nor the school would hear of it so long as her headmaster did him certain favours now and again. Alice was one of those favours. She wondered if she should be offended by that, but found herself almost flattered instead. Neither was she sure how comfortable she was with Dan protecting this man, but from hearing the things he had needed to do in order to survive in his youth back in 'the states' as he called it, she couldn't blame him for having more flexible morals. That aside, she felt quite charmed by him.

They were waiting for dessert when there was a pause. He was looking at her but not saying anything. She was trying to think of something to say when he hit her. It was not a playful slap, it was a painful smack with the back of his hand that turned her head and made her jaw ache. As she turned back to face him she saw people looking, on the edge of murmuring. He was smiling at her. She laughed.

"Daddy, I told you not to do that! People might think you're really hitting me!" He grinned and chuckled with her.

"Oh don't be silly, sweetheart, people know I'd never hurt you!" The faces turned back to their meals and the risk of murmuring evaporated. "You're a very clever girl," he said quietly. She realised then that it had been a test. She grinned at having done him proud.

"Thank you." He cocked an eyebrow. "Thank you, Daddy."

"Good girl. Ah, and it looks like another GDA's worth of calories has arrived." Sure enough, a waiter appeared with their desserts.

After dinner, he led her across to the cathedral where there was a concert. It wasn't a luxurious affair, with pews and folding seats, but it was all there was at the right time, he mentioned, and it was nice to have such a short walk. They played Mozart mostly, some Bach too, and some contemporary pieces with a female singer. There was a beautiful cello solo of her favourite piece. She wondered if he had arranged that somehow – questioned her music teacher? There was champagne afterwards and in the car ride back she felt a little drunk. When they got to his house, he carried her inside and laid her on the sofa. He lit a fire and as it was getting going he went to feed Mud. When he returned he sat down next to her and she snuggled up to him, resting her head on his shoulder. Mud came in and lay down on the rug in front of the fire. It wasn't cold, but everyone likes a fire. She tried to make sense of the day, but it was too much. She gave up and felt the warmth of his body, the strength of him, and let her eyes close.

She woke a short time later, the fire had burned down a little, Mud had disappeared and Dan was sipping a drink. He noticed she was awake and smiled at her. She smiled back and stretched.

"I had fun tonight."

"I'm glad. So did I." He stroked her cheek, and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "You're very beautiful, do you know that?"

"Thank you."

"That doesn't answer my question."

She smiled. "I do now."

"Good," and then he kissed her. It was slow and gentle, and they paused, noses touching, looking down. Her chest rose and fell; she felt his breathing waver.

"Baby?"

"Yes, Daddy?"

He swallowed. "Go put your school uniform on..." Then she swallowed, nervous suddenly; understanding.

"Ok." He pecked her on the cheek and she stood up. She picked up her bags and went to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Time passed, and Dan sipped his drink. He'd taken his jacket off, and undone a button on his shirt. His fingers drummed on the arm of the sofa and the second hand on his watch crept around the dial. Eventually, he heard the click of the bathroom door opening, and turned to watch her emerge. She stood in short black heels, knee high white socks, a blue plaid skirt, a white blouse, and a red Alice band. She'd put her glasses on too. She had her hands behind her back and looked down at the floor, shy. Dan set his glass down and stood up, drinking her in. He crossed to her and put his hands on her waist.

"You look beautiful, my darling." Her eyes flicked up and went back to inspecting the floor.

"Thank you, Daddy." He took her by the hand and led her to the edge of the sofa. His hands went to the small of her back and pulled her tight to him. Her lips turned to him as if drawn by a magnet and they kissed long and deep. He broke away, looking into her eyes. They said 'anything'. He took her face in his hands, and kissed her again, then put his hand around her throat. It just sat there at first, lying against her skin. Then he began to put pressure on her, gripping her neck tighter and tighter. She felt her throat close up, she tried to breathe but it was as if she had no lungs. He looked into her still and she saw burning lust in him. She realised she was scared, and that her fear was fuelling his lust. He wanted to terrorise her, he wanted to hurt her... and she wanted him to as well. The oxygen in her brain burned up, light-headedness flooded in, her eyes swam, and then he had released her and she was gasping for breath. He turned her, thrusting her down face first over the arm of the sofa. She looked back as she went down, lips apart, submitting to his desire.

His hands ran across her backside, feeling the pleats in her skirt, the curve of her behind. They ran down the backs of her legs, across her back and up her thighs, he pressed his crotch into the back of her and ran them underneath her body, gripping her breasts. Even through her bra and blouse he could roll her nipples between finger and thumb. She gasped. She felt the hardness pressing into her, felt the electricity of his touch. He flipped up her skirt and circled her bottom... then he smacked it. It was hard, so hard she yelped.




Alice Ch. 02



(A few parts of this are based on real life. It's the slow process Charlie learning about sex and love from someone just a few years older, but much more knowledgeable. There are pleasures along the way, but it's going to take a while—and a few chapters—just as it sometimes does in real life.) 

*

As Charlie and Alice swam and played in their backyard pool, things seemed almost innocent. But Alice had gotten a little charge out of turning on this 18-year old friend who was now a stepbrother. And Charlie was still a bit excited after rubbing sunblock on Alice's back and legs, and tried thinking about icebergs as they rough-housed in the pool. 

Soon dinner was called, and they got out, dried off, and each dressed in their own bedrooms, which were just across from each other. 

During dinner Charlie had trouble keeping his eyes off of Alice. He'd had a growing crush on her since he'd first met her, almost a year ago, but now that she'd moved in it had become something more. He couldn't help but think of the glimpses he'd gotten of her breasts as she'd untied her bikini for him to put lotion on his back. And when he did the back of her thighs, he was turned on by the wondrous little bits of black pussy hair that were peaking out of her bikini bottom. 

Beyond the lust, of which there was plenty, he also had realized that he must be in love. Looking at Alice, with her freckles, her slightly big and slightly crooked nose, and her beautiful white teeth, but slightly crooked smile, he knew she wouldn't win any beauty contests. But to him she seemed perfect even in her imperfections, and that must be part of love, he realized. 

Alice could see him looking at her sometimes with a look that seemed almost puppy-like, which was halfway between charming and annoying. She liked his attention, as well as his good massage fingers that she'd trained, but she didn't want it to go too far. She needed to talk with him about that, especially since she wasn't likely to change her casual approach to nudity just because she was living with him now. 

After they did the dishes, and watched some TV, it was finally time for bed. Charlie had been waiting for this for a while, because he knew there was something he had to take care of. Since Alice got here, he'd been semi erect or erect half of the time. He just hoped he could say goodnight and then get out his collection old playboys that he kept hidden in his closet in a little suitcase under his journal.

After getting on his striped PJs, he brushed his teeth, and then went to say goodnight to Alice. Her door was most of the way closed, and remembering her earlier near changing into her bikini in front of him, he just quickly said through the door, "Good night, Alice! I'm so glad you're here!" "Oh, Me too," she answered, and her voice sounded a bit muffled, liked she was putting something on. Since that seemed to be all, he walked back to his room and quietly closed and locked his door. 

Getting out his secret stash of magazines, he looked through the playboys of 1968 to see which pictures might look the most like Alice. Finding one, he quietly brought it to the bed. Getting out a little vaseline from his side table, he quietly lowered his pjs, revealing an erect six inches pointing straight up at his face.

This was something from experience that he knew he needed to do. When he was 14, he started to get wet dreams two to three times a week, which sometimes stained his underwear and pjs, some of which he had to throw away. That was when he hadn't yet figured out how to take care of this the way most boys did. But by the time he was 15, he knew that once in the morning in the shower, and once at night in bed, would keep him from having wet dreams, and would somewhat cut down the annoyance of daily hard ons. 

Charlie hoped Alice had closed her door, but he hadn't heard anything yet. Knowing that the door was locked though,and that he already had said goodnight, he felt pretty safe putting the vaseline on and rubbing it on. As he looked at the magazine picture of an almost hippy woman from the late 60s, showing her medium breasts and some of her hairy pussy, he realized that this wasn't likely to take long, for she did look a little bit like Alice, down to the liquid brown eyes.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. 

"Charlie?" 

"Umm. Just a minute!" he said, quickly sliding the magazine under the covers and pulling up his underwear and pjs. He quickly went to the door, wiping his hand on his side as he went. He opened it, and saw Alice dressed in a long white flannel nightie with little flowers on it.

"Can I come in and talk for a while?" 

"Sure," he said, while glancing down and realizing that it was clear something was up in his pjs. 

"Come on in," he said, as he quickly climbed back under the covers. 

Alice somehow didn't notice, and looked slightly puzzled. She could tell something was up, but didn't quite know what. She knew some of it was her, since he wasn't used to a woman in his room at night on his bed. 

She sat on his bed right next to him, and he lay there propped up on his pillows. 

"What's up?" Charlie said, trying to be casual. 

"Well, what do you think of my nightie?"

It wasn't a very revealing nightie at all, which was a disappointment.

"Fine. I guess. Why?"

"Well, don't get used to it. It's flannel, and I almost never wear it because it makes me too hot."

"Oh? And so, what do you normally wear?"

Alice smiled. 

"Ok. I don't want to shock you, but most of the time I sleep in the nude."

"Oh....Well...."

"But for you, I'll try to wear a t-shirt and undies."

"That's fine!" he said, too cheerfully, "Whatever, Either way."

"Really?" Alice said with her knowing smile, "It really doesn't matter to you?"

"No. It doesn't. Whatever makes you comfortable."

"So, if in the middle of the night I'm going to the bathroom, and I'm naked, and you happen to be going to the bathroom too, and you see me, that won't bother you?

"No"

"You won't scream or anything, and wake up the house."

"No!" He said, and then even tried to flirt a little by smiling and saying, "I'm sure it would be very nice."

"I'll bet!" She said, smiling back. 

"In fact, Charlie, I don't want to make you embarrassed," she said, suddenly sounding more serious, "but I want to talk to you about that. I, um, noticed that after you massaged the lotion into me that you, uh, seemed kind of excited and...."

"I'm so sorry!" Charlie said, flushing deep red, and picking up the pillow next to him to hide his face. "That's never happened before! I'm so sorry!" He was doing something between laughing and weeping, but mostly was just deeply embarrassed. 

"It's Ok, Charlie, it's ok. You can take the pillow off of your face,"she said, laughing. But he kept the pillow there. "Please. It's ok. I forgive you, and I'm glad to hear it hasn't happened before, because if you were at pool party, and a high school girl saw that, it wouldn't be good. Charlie! Take the pillow off of your face!"

She leaned forward, and in a friendly but firm way moved the pillow away and back onto the bed. 

"I'm sorry," he said pathetically again, "it was just...." he wasn't sure if he should say....

"I know, I untied my top, and you got a nice peek of side boob."

"Yeah, that and...."

"And? What? Tell me!"

"Well, as I was massaging up to your bathing suit...."

"Yes, I noticed you didn't quite reach there, but given the effect it had on you already, that's understandable. But what?"

"Well...."

"What!?"

"A little bit of hair was showing, and....."

"Oh" And now it was Alice's turn to blush. "I probably should shave, shouldn't I?"

"No! You don't need to, I liked it. I mean. I don't know what I mean, but you should just be as you are, natural. That's one of the things I love about you."

The word love sort of hung there in the air. Alice didn't know what to do with that. In contrast, pussy hair seemed safer.

"So," said Alice, definitely redirecting, "you saw a little bit of my pussy hair, and....it made you think about what was beneath my suit."

"I guess so."

"That's understandable. You're an 18-year old guy. Have you ever seen one?"

"What?"

"A woman's pussy," she said smiling. She said it as if it were the most everyday thing to talk about, shocking him with the word, even though he'd just been thinking it.

"Uh, yes."

"You have?!"

"Well, just in magazines."

"Oh, right, I'm sure you look at lots of porn on the web."

"No. Not really. My mom put these parental controls on the internet a few years ago, and so I just don't do that."

"Well then, you have some magazines."

"Yes, some old playboys from the late 1960s, that I got at a garage sale."

"That's fine, Charlie, that's fine. Relax. Don't look so worried. I'm not busting you. So, it comes down to that you still have never seen a woman naked at all."

"No."

"At age 18 that does seems a little bit pathetic, Charlie."

"I know!" He grabbed the pillow again.

"Put that down!" She gently but firmly put it down.

"Relax. You're never gonna make it with a girl if you keep getting so panicked over just talking about stuff. As I said, there's a chance that you might see me naked at some point, and so then I'll be your first. Hmmm. In fact, now that I think about it, it could scare you. Those women in the magazines are very artificial. They have big, fake, plastic boobs, and they shave entirely. You know, I don't look like that at all, Charlie."

"I know. I like you better."

"Seriously. My boobs aren't that big. I usually don't even wear a bra."

"I know."

"Yeah," Alice said laughing, "I know you know! I could pretend to be shocked, but I can see you checking me out a lot. But they're really not that big."

"Some in the magazines," Charlie said, trying to be helpful, "aren't that big either. You're beautiful, Alice, you're so beautiful."

"I know you've got a crush on me, Charlie, but probably one look at me in my birthday suit would give you a shock."

"No it wouldn't!"

"Well, as you noticed, I'm hairy, and I don't really like to shave much. I'm really pretty hairy down there. For some guys that's a turn off. I once had a guy in college break up with me for that. He literally almost ran out of the room! It was kind of funny, except for that it hurt my feelings. I bet the magazines don't show that."

"Hey," Alice said, brightening, "let's look at the pictures together! I could tell you what looks real and what looks fake to me. And you can tell me which ones you like the best. What do you think?!"

"I don't think that would be a good idea," Charlie said, feeling very embarrassed.

"Oh well, maybe not tonight. Maybe someday," said Alice. "Listen. We need to get some sleep. We can talk more about this stuff tomorrow. Let me give you a kiss."

She moved forward and leaned in to give him a kiss, and he quickly gave her a little peck on the cheek.

"No, not like that. A real kiss. I'm sure you need some practice. Do it for real this time. Think of me as whatever woman you have a crush on in high school. Ok? Here goes."

She learned forward very slowly, putting her left hand on his cheek, and balancing herself by resting her right hand in his lap. There, she felt his stiffness that had never quite gone down, but she acted as if she wasn't aware of it, and kept up with the kiss. Their lips met tenderly, and to Charlie especially it seemed almost electric. It was a surprisingly successful kiss with just a tiny bit of tongues meeting.

Alice slowly pulled back, breathed, and said, ""Mmmm. Ok. Not bad." She smiled. "Better than I expected, actually. But, it's time for bed!" As she got up, she looked down at the covers and realized she could see the outline of his hard-on even through the sheet and thin blanket, which was kind of exciting. It might provide some material for her as she took care of her own needs in bed tonight. She now knew what he was going to do when she left, and could imagine what he might think about.

She stood up, looking a little dreamy from genuine exhaustion, as well as from the nice kiss and warm thoughts. 

"Good night then," she said, stretching somewhat kittenishly.

"Good night," said Charlie, still bowled over and slightly breathless from the kiss.

"Enjoy your dreams," she said slyly and winked, And then she slipped out of the door. He could hear her go to her bedroom and close her door.

He got up and quietly locked his door again. He was trembling all over, and his dick was throbbing. He suddenly realized that Alice was a big tease. It wasn't just his imagination. But this somehow seemed like a good thing, and he was looking forward to more.

After getting back in bed, he quietly pulled down his pjs again. He didn't need a magazine, but just thoughts of Alice, as he stroked this hard and twitching thing that showed how he felt about her. Her eyes, her lips, her laugh, her hand on him, the sides of her breasts he'd seen, and most of all her secret warm hairy place that must be like the ones in the magazines. If only he could see it. If only he could touch it. If he could only be inside of her, and then one with her. Charlie gave up hot liquid spurts into a tissue to his imaginings of this woman that he lusted after, and also seemingly loved. He breathed as softly as possible, hoping she hadn't heard anything.

After carefully wrapping in several more tissues this wet tribute to Alice, he quietly threw it away in his bedside trashcan, and laid down to sleep. He thought of her, and slipped off to sleep imagining what tomorrow with her might bring.

to be continued



Alice Ch. 03



(The continuing story of how 18-year old Charlie step-by-step lost his virginity to 22-year old Alice. A few parts of this are based on real life from long ago when I was young, including the part about the bathrobe in this chapter. Just like in real life, it sometimes takes a while to lose your virginity, and it doesn't yet happen in this chapter. I'm now writing on chapter 4.)




Charlie's dreams that night were swirling with images and thoughts about his new stepsister Alice. He awoke early in the morning throbbing, and headed to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. It was difficult to even pee because of his hard-on, but by thinking about icebergs, and then finally of freezing to death, it slowly started going down. 

Charlie walked to the mirror and tried to see if he would seem attractive to Alice. The reflection wasn't bad, he thought. He saw dark hair and a regular and smooth face that was handsome enough, although rather young and geeky. Since he'd started working out a little his pecks had developed slightly, but he was still pretty skinny. He tried to put Alice out of his mind, and started applying shaving cream for his morning shave with the razor. He tried to be careful, but he was still so excited about how Alice was flirting with him now, and had kissed him last night, and even felt his hard-on under the covers, that he cut himself a little just on his right temple.

Quickly stripping off his PJs, he got into the clawfoot tub with shower. Even though the door was locked, out of habit he still closed the mostly opaque shower curtains held up by an oval bar above. As he quickly washed his hair and body, he couldn't keep Alice out of his mind, and was annoyed to feel and see himself stiffening, lengthening, and then standing straight up for attention. He soaped his hands, and then started rubbing his rod up and down—when heard the doorknob being turned. Since it was locked there was just a click back and forth, and then three desparate quick knocks on the door.

"Charlie! Let me in! I have to pee!" Said Alice in a loud whisper outside the door.

"Just a minute!" Charlie said in a panic, rinsing a little of the soap off, as he turned off the water, got out, and without even drying off his dripping hair wrapped a towel around his waist. 

"Let me in," she said again.

He opened the door, and there was Alice, dressed just in a white T-shirt and white undies, try to get in as soon as he opened the door. 

"Sorry!" he said, trying to scoot by her and get past. As they brushed past her small to medium sized breasts with their little nipples sticking out of her t-shirt rubbed against his wet chest. It wasn't intentional—she had to pee and she seemed quite annoyed—and Charlie felt guilty that he enjoyed it. He quickly got out, closed the door, and got into his room to dress.

Charlie realized he should have thought about this. The house wasn't that big and had only two bathrooms—the one in the master bedroom, and then the bathroom for kids and guests. And so unless their parents were already out of their room, Alice didn't really have a place to go. He realized she had a right to be annoyed. He hoped she wouldn't stay mad.

As he dressed, he decided to try and make it up to her. In the past few years, after his father had left, and before his stepfather had moved in, he'd gotten pretty good at making breakfast for himself and his Mom. And so he decided to make breakfast for Alice in bed. 

As he walked toward the kitchen, he could hear that Alice was in the shower now, and he hoped she'd take a long one so that he'd have time to make a nice breakfast for her.

Going into the kitchen, he saw that his stepfather was there already dressed for work, and soon his Mom joined them. They chitchatted a little while they ate and gulped their coffee, and then they quickly rushed off to their cars to go to work. Since it was late summer, Charlie didn't have to get anywhere till he went in the afternoon to his job at the public library.

With the kitchen to himself, Charlie quickly whipped up for Alice a nice breakfast of scrambled eggs with grated white cheddar, some sauteed mushrooms, and a little salt and cayenne, some homemade oatmeal with butter, a little brown sugar, raisins and a hint of cinnamon, a cup of coffee with lots of milk (which he knew was the way Alice liked it), and lastly some freshly squeezed OJ. Placed on a tray, it looked pretty good.

He carried it carefully to her bedroom, with their little poodle Penny following behind, hoping for a scrap. The door was open, and Alice was in a short and thin bathrobe looking through her closet at her clothes, apparently picking out something to wear. Her expression still seemed annoyed, until she saw the tray. 

"Oh wow, Charlie. Is that for me?!"

"No, it's for me," he said, joking, "I'm just trying to torture you with it. No. Seriously, get in bed and you can have breakfast. Welcome to your new home."

Alice looked happy as she propped her pillows and got into bed. The tray had legs on it to give the full experience of breakfast in bed without things tipping over. 

"Wow," she said, "This smells really good. Charlie's special eggs and oatmeal. Mmmmmm!" She took a bite of the eggs with her fork, and closed her eyes and chewed, savoring the flavor. That was something he enjoyed about her, how much she savored any kind of sensual pleasure, even simple food. 

"Ohhhh," she said, almost like she was having a sexual experience, "this is so goood!"

"Glad you like it," he said grinning with pleasure at how he'd made her happy.

"And not only that, I think it may be the only time anyone's ever given me breakfast in bed when I wasn't in a hotel or sick. Thank you," she said with her mouth half full and chewing.

Charlie just stood there looking at her and smiling. Her robe wasn't yet revealing much, but it was opening just a bit at the top, showing the swell of her breasts, although less than he saw when she was in her bathing suit. 

"Don't you have any?" She said as she wolfed it down, "Or are you just going to watch me?"

"Oh yeah, I'll got get some for myself. I'll be right back."

He returned with a plate with just some of the extra scrambled eggs, and sat in a chair near Alice's bed, as Penny, their poodle, whined and begged. 

"Don't worry, Penny," Alice said in a sing-song voice, "I'll save some for you."

And, true to her word, Alice left one bite of her eggs for the dog, and carefully leaned over to put her plate on the floor. Charlie just watched as Alice robe opened, and the slightly pointy tip of one breast, with a brownish-pink areola and small nipple came into view. He saw this lovely sight while trying to seem to be only interested in his breakfast and the dog. 

When she sat back up, unfortunately, she straightened her robe and everything was hidden again.

"So Charlie," Alice suddenly said, shifting gears. "You can't lock the bathroom door like that. You need to leave it open so that I can go if I have to."

"Ok," he answered, "but what about me? If I need to go, do I just walk in while you're in the shower."

"Sure," she said with a smile, eating a spoonful of sweet, buttery oatmeal, "it won't bother me. Mmmm. This is really good. Thanks again.

"You're welcome."

"And now I have a big favor to ask you," she said, smiling sweetly and looking suddenly a little flirty. 

"Anything," he said, a little too quickly.

"I'll bet I could ask you for almost anything, couldn't I?" she said, almost cooing. 

"Yeah," Charlie said, laughing a little nervously. 

"Well," she said suddenly serious, "I need to borrow some money. Until I get a job, I'm flat broke. I could borrow again from Dad, but I owe him too much already."

"Sure. How much?"

"$500?" she said, squinting her eyes in mock pain, wondering if it were too much.

"No problem. I'll go to the bank today." In truth, Charlie had plenty of money from his job at the library, because he just didn't have that much to spend money on. There was more than $10,000 in his account, what with checks from grandparents he'd also gotten over the years. And the money was just sitting there.

That big question out of the way, Alice seemed suddenly happy and relaxed, and got out of bed to play with the little dog Penny.

As she sat on the ground, with her legs under her, she and Charlie threw back and forth the dog's favorite toy, a stuffed toy bone. Penny chewed, growled, wrestled, and crawled up on them to get it.

As they played and tossed it back and forth, Alice accidentally separated her legs, at first a just little, and then a bit more as she caught the toy as it almost flew past her. And Charlie realized as he glanced between her somewhat spread legs that she wasn't wearing anything underneath her robe. He tried to look without looking, and he realized that what he was seeing in the shadow between her legs was the dark hair of her pussy.

Alice seemed not to notice, or pretended not to notice, that she was showing off, and that Charlie was looking. But then she saw him looking down between her legs, guessed what he was looking at, and started to get a sly smile on her face.

As they continued to play with Penny, tossing the toy back and forth to each other and the dog, Alice, acting like it was an accident, separated her legs some more, and her robe opened a little more. And now Charlie could really see her cunt almost completely. But Alice still pretended that it wasn't visible, or that she had undies on.

He tried to look without looking at this marvelous thing that drew him so powerfully. It was a black-haired triangle of a vagina, and now that her legs were separated he could see that the hair was slightly thicker and stood out a little right at the slit. He could even see a hint of the mysterious clitoris he'd heard of, but had never seen even in his old Playboys.

All the while this was happening, Alice smiled, laughed, tossed the toy, and still pretended to not notice that she was showing off. And Charlie still pretended that he wasn't looking, while his hard-on grew in his pants. The barks and jumps and the playing of Penny mostly disguised what was really going on, as Alice gave him his first glimpse of her cunt as a little gift. Even though she could tell he was trying not to stare, he wasn't doing a good job of it, and she finally decided that enough was enough for now.

She got up, straightened her robe, and said, "Well, it's time for me to get dressed and go out and look for a job."

"Oh, yeah," Charlie said with his breathing not quite normal and still kneeling on the ground, almost paralyzed, "where are you going to look?"

"Well," she said, walking over to her closet and picking out some clothes, "there's that bookstore that we go to sometimes. As you know, I have library experience from working at the university library, and I hope that will count for something. There's also a department store I could try. As an English lit major it's not like I'm in high demand." 

Having selected her clothes, which she put on the bed, she'd looked down at him still petting Penny, and still seeming a bit stunned by his first peak at her pussy. She already realized that at some point she'd probably let him see it again, because it turned her on a little to see how excited he was, but for now she wanted to try to preserve some pretense of their stepsister and stepbrother relationship. And she knew their parents could never know. At some point she'd have to come to an understand with him about that.

"Well," she said with her hands on her robe, seeming about ready to open it, "I'm going to get dressed now."

Charlie was looking up at her, still seemingly paralyzed, while Penny tried to grab the toy from him.

"Would you like to watch?" she said sweetly with her sly smile.

"Oh, yeah, sorry, I'll just get out of your way! Um, Thanks!" Charlie said, getting up.

"For what?" she said with a trace of mock innocence, although she knew he had accidentally thanked her for the accidental-on-purpose look between her legs. 

"Oh, just, for, for being here," Charlie said backing out of the room, blushing, and closing the door.

They didn't see much of each other until that night. Charlie had a 6 hour shift at work, and Alice was applying for jobs all around town.

But that night, Charlie came into her room to give her the money she asked for.

"What's up?" She said in a business-like way as he came into her open room.

"I have your money," he said with a grin.

"Really! Oh that's great." She looked genuinely pleased.

He started counting out an absurd number of 20s onto her bed, before she interrupted him.

"That's fine, Charlie, you don't need to count it. I trust that there's $500 here, just as you can trust that I'll pay you back. Let me get dressed for bed, and I'll come in and give you a kiss."

"OK."

Charlie went into his room, got in his PJs, and got into bed, already getting hard thinking about her. Alice came in with her bathrobe on, and and gave him another kiss goodnight on the lips, with a little more tongue this time, and again put her hand on his hard-on for a second while pretending she hadn't noticed. 

The next morning, Charlie woke up, throbbing as usual, and headed toward the bath, but this time Alice had beaten him to it. She was already in there, showering, but she'd actually left the door open a few inches, and steam was drifting out. He paused outside the door. He was in the same situation she had been in yesterday. He really had to pee, and didn't want to go to his parents' bathroom when they were in the bedroom. He decided he'd better go in before he peed his PJs, and so he knocked and said through the door, "Can I come in?"

"Sure," Alice said loudly through splashes of water, "come on in!"

He went in, looking at her blurry nude form behind the opaque shower curtain. He now wished the curtains were a little more clear. Even through the curtain though, he could see her blurry nude form, and even a dark area in the middle, which he knew was her black-haired bush. This made his throbbing even stronger. 

He really did have to pee, but the question was could his boner relax enough for this to happen. The toilet was right next to the tub, and he hesitated a few seconds, and then pulled down his PJs and pulled out his hard on. It was frightening but kind of exciting to know that he had a boner out and visible just a few feet away from where Alice was showering. But this wasn't helping him pee. He thought of icebergs again, the math test last year that he'd forgotten about and had gotten a C- on, and other cooling things until it calmed down to just a semi, and finally he could pee.

He was holding his still halfway hard-on as the pee finally started, and then his heart sank as he heard Alice turn off the water. Without hesitating, she opened the curtains, grabbed a towel, and stepped out.

He didn't dare look at her, but just said, "Sorry!" in an agonized voice. 

As she dried herself, she looked at him with his cock in his hands peeing.

"It's OK," she said quietly and sensitively, as she got another towel and wrapped it around her waist, leaving her breasts still free, "it's just the human body. It's all beautiful. Don't worry."

He couldn't look at her, for fear he'd miss the toilet, but she still didn't seem to have any problem looking at him as she dried off her medium length brownish-black hair in a relaxed way with another towel.

But she could see that he was really quite embarrassed, and suddenly took pity on him and left the bathroom as soon as she could.

He was, in fact, very embarrassed and ashamed that she had seem him naked and so vulnerable, even though he'd already seen her pussy the day before. But that was an accident. And they could both pretend that it hadn't happened. But there was no way to deny this. And he was a shy virgin, while she had had a lot of boyfriends, some of which she'd told him about. She no doubt had had lots of sexual experiences, and had seen lots dicks in her life. But for him it was all new.

Charlie felt very uncertain as he shaved, showered, and got dressed. He didn't make Alice breakfast in bed, and in fact avoided looking at her for the next few hours, and then even for the next few days. He went over to his best friend's Jeff house as soon and as often as he could so that he wouldn't have to look Alice in the eyes.

Each night, she still came in to kiss him, but now he had some trouble keeping eye contact. He was still very embarrassed, but she didn't have the energy to talk to him about it yet, stressed as she was by her job search, and uncertain herself how far she was going to take her flirting.

Charlie didn't, however, have trouble thinking about her when he rubbed himself with a little vaseline each night. He thought of her brown eyes, and especially of that beautiful, dark, mysterious triangle between her legs, and soon the milk of his feelings for her would go jetting into the tissues each night.

And, in fact, each day he was hard most of the day thinking about Alice, and he had to up the number of times he released the pressure because of thinking about her from his usual twice, to four times a day.

Each day he had work a the public library (summer hours were much higher than during the school year), and Alice was out each day looking for a job. Somehow nothing unusual happened in the bathroom for the next few days. 

Alice wanted him to get over the embarrassment of her seeing his dick, but wasn't sure how to help him do that, or if it were even her job. It certainly wasn't a very big deal to her. The difference between them was not just his innocence and her experience. It also that he lusted after her and, Alice admitted, probably loved her. In contrast, although Alice really liked Charlie, and loved him in a way, for her it was more of a flirtation and just fun, rather than real romantic love and lust. He did turn her on though, sometimes, she had to admit that, with his kisses and the clear intensity of what he felt for her.

Then, just a few days later, Alice came home to the empty house ebullient. By the time Charlie got home, she'd changed out of her professional clothes (which included a bra) into sweats and a black t-shirt.

When Charlie finally came in the front door from work, she ran bouncing up to hug him, yelling: "I got the job!" 

Alice jumped up and down, laughing and hugging Charlie, who quickly got in the mood, smiling too. He was suddenly over his embarrassment, and watched happily the delightful bouncing of her breasts as she jumped.

"What job?! That's great!" he Charlie, getting more and more into her mood and laughing.

"I'm going to be one of the assistant managers of Half Price Books!"

"You're kidding!" He said, looking serious, and wondering if she was joking.

"No, I'm not kidding. The interview with the manager went really well. I didn't want to get my hopes up. But," she said, putting her hands on her hips and striking a pose, pushing her chest out, and he could see the little points of her nipples through the t-shirt, "I've got a college degree, a great personality, and I know a lot about books!"

"Oh, Alice, that's wonderful! Congratulations!"

"Come on," Alice said, "celebrate with me!" And she walked him over to the kitchen where she had out a six pack of Heineken that she'd bought (with the money she'd borrowed from him), with one green bottle already opened and almost gone. 

"Here, have a beer!" She said grinning and popping it open with an opener and handing it to him.

"Uh, I don't know about that. Where are Mom and Dad?"

"They've gone out to dinner. Here!" she said, forcing the bottle into his hand, "Don't you drink beer?"

He looked down at the bottle in his hand a bit uncertainly. 

"You're kidding me!" she said, "you've never even had a beer?"




Alice Ch. 03



"Well, I've had parts of Mom's and Dad's beer and wine, but never more than a half glass."

"Fuck, Charlie, don't any of your friends drink?"

"Not really, we're all underage, and we're really just gaming nerds. That's probably why Mom and Dad let me drive whenever I want, because I've never had a ticket and..."

"OK," Alice said, rolling her eyes and laughing, "I get it. I get to break you in. But you are going to celebrate with me tonight. Drink that whole beer down! Or else!"

"Okay, okay," he said finally taking a big swig, and choking a little on it.

She finished her first bottle, and quickly opened her second and started guzzling it down. 

"More! Faster!" she said laughing, and then they both took big gulps together.

"Now," she said, barely containing a laugh, "give me a kiss!" 

He could tell she had some trick she was going to do, but he couldn't figure out what it was. But he was game. He put down his bottle, and came close to her for a kiss, bending down.

As their lips met she smiled, and gave a great, big, beery burp. 

"Alice!"

"What?! I know you wanted it," she said, suddenly slinky, and then laughed her almost musical laugh.

"Guess what," she said, suddenly changing tone, "I've already ordered a pizza, which should be here any minute. Let's have pizza and beer party in your room to celebrate my job. That's *totally* something that you're going to do all the time when you go to college or university."

After the pizza arrived, with only mushrooms since Alice was a vegetarian, they ate it slice by slice and washed it down with more beer, burping and laughing. Alice opened and gave a second Heineken to Charlie, and he realized halfway through it that he was getting tipsy for the first time in his life. He felt relaxed and strangely unselfconscious, and just so happy to be with Alice. He realized that this was one of the best moments of his young life so far.

Alice again got her sly look, raised her eyebrows in a sexy way, and then said, "Hey, I've got an idea, let's play truth or dare!"

(to be continued)



Alice Ch. 04



((This is the continuing story of how 18-year old Charlie lost his virginity step-by-step, and learned some things about love and sex along the way, from 22-year old Alice. A few parts of this are based on real life, but fictionalized and with changed names, of course. There are some twists and turns, and sometimes things run hot and cold, just like in real life. But the ending of this one is warm.)




Alice again got her sly look, raised her eyebrows in a sexy way, and then said, "Hey, I've got an idea, let's play truth or dare!"

"What?" Charlie said, choking a little on his pizza and Heineken. They were celebrating Alice's new job as assistant manager at a bookstore. Alice was maybe happier than he'd ever seen her before. 

"Truth or Dare" she repeated, smiling while thoughtfully taking another sip of beer. "I have a feeling there are a few things you need to learn." Alice looked down at him in a somewhat teacherish way, knowing that she was right, and daring him to say anything different. "And there are a few things I'm curious about when it comes to you."

Charlie saw that this situation was rich with possibilities, but he had to admit it also scared him some. He'd already had some stolen peeks of her breasts and pussy, and they'd left him wanting more. But he'd also been deeply embarrassed when he had had to pee when she was taking a shower, and he'd gone, with her permission, into the bathroom they had to share, and she'd gotten out of the shower and seen his dick for a few seconds. Alice had said at the time not to worry, that it was just the human body, and it was all beautiful, but he was still getting over that. Probably in part because he was an only child until his new stepsister moved in, he was more shy than most teen boys.

Alice always seemed open about nudity, sex, and everything, which was the quality about her, beyond her beauty that is, that most attracted him. She was so natural and real in everything she did that he couldn't really imagine her telling a lie to him about something important. And living with her was already a little like playing truth or dare. In terms of the game though, until now he'd only played it once before in his life with some high school friends, and they hadn't gotten beyond a few truth questions before he bailed out and had gone home.

"Come on, Charlie, you're over thinking this! Here I am, the happy, tipsy Alice that you know and love, ready to play a kinky game with you, and you're still thinking about it?" He had, in fact, already let the word love about her slip once, but that had been an awkward moment, one that neither of them quite knew what to do with at the time. He felt himself blush knowing that she remembered him saying the word, because she hadn't said anything about it when he'd said it a few days ago.

To hide that, and because obviously what she was saying was true, he said, "Yes! I'll do it."

"Finally. Jeeze, Charlie, at this rate you'll never lose your virginity. I'll go first." Alice smiled sweetly and said theatrically: "Charlie: Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," he said. It seemed the safer choice.

"Boooring," she said in a sing-song voice, as she took another gulp of her third Heineken. "I won't let you get away with that every time, but for now.....What can I ask you? I already know you're a virgin. Oh, I know," she said, suddenly getting an idea, "What did you think of that morning with the bathrobe. That morning that you made me breakfast in bed."

"What do you mean?" Charlie said, trying to look puzzled.

"Oh, come on, Charlie. You told me you'd never seen a woman's pussy before except in a magazine, and so," she paused and smiled, "I let you see mine. I know you thought it was an accident, and that you were being subtle in the way you looked, and that the dog playing with the toy was distracting me, but I could see you staring. In fact," she said smiling a mischievous smile, "I opened my legs wider so that you could get a better look."

Today Alice was wearing purple sweat pants, and a black T-shirt that had a picture of the album Treasure by the Cocteau Twins, an old band that she liked. In other words, nothing very revealing.

But Charlie, of course, remembered vividly that day, just a few days ago, when they were playing with their dog Penny, and he realized that she had nothing on underneath her short bathrobe. Alice liked things natural, and didn't shave much, and he was entranced as she seemingly accidentally separated her legs, and then her robe opened a little, and he could glimpse the black-haired triangle of her vagina. 

Tonight she was sitting on her butt, and had her legs spread apart casually in front of her, as she sipped her beer and ate pizza, but of course nothing could be seen. Suddenly, however, she put her beer down, got on her knees again with her legs together, and mimed like she was tossing the toy back and forth to Charlie and their little dog Penny.

Alice got a look of exaggerated innocence on her face as she slowly but surely separated her legs. She was fully clothed now, but giving a theatrical reenactment of when she was nude beneath her robe. At the end of her act, when her legs were somewhat separated, she looked down in mock surprise, with her hand to her mouth which she opened in pretend shock, as if finally seeing that that she was showing off.

They both couldn't stop laughing at this--Alice out of pure fun, and Charlie halfway in fun and halfway embarrassed. 

"Admit it, Charlie, don't lie. What did you think? Did I scare you with that peek at my fur?"

"It was," Charlie said, composing himself and blushing, "the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life."

"You mean the most hairy thing you'd ever seen in your life!" But Alice was secretly pleased. 

"You're not telling me much, Charlie. Did that view have any effect on you?"

"Yes," Charlie said, blushing more, "it did."

"What effect," Alice said in her pretend-innocent sexy voice again, "did I have on you. Did you get hard?"

"Yes," Charlie said, smiling, glad that she'd said the word so he didn't have to.

"Okay, we're off to an decent start. Your turn."

"Alice," Charlie said, "Truth or Dare."

"Dare," Alice said immediately, taking another swig of her beer. "But hold on," she said laughing, "first I have to pee!"

Alice got up and walked to the nearby bathroom out in the hall, not even bothering to close the bathroom door all the way, and he could hear her peeing, flushing, and then washing her hands.

To keep calm, Charlie gulped down some more of his second beer while she was gone. The beer was indeed having the effect of making him more relaxed and happy in this exciting, and yet nerve-wracking situation.

Alice sauntered back in with a somewhat sultry look and walk, clearly still riding the high of her new job, as well as being conscious that Charlie practically worshipped the ground she walked on.

She sat down, cross legged, and said, "what devious dare have you come up with for me?"

Charlie had thought about asking her to take off either her t-shirt or sweat pants, but after that, he knew, she'd expect the same of him, and he wasn't quite ready for that.

So he said, lamely, "Go outside and yell, at the top of your lungs: 'I'm an assistant manager! Here me roar!"

Alice got a comical look of disgust on her face, and said, "Oh, come on Charlie. Okay, okay, I'll do it for you."

And then she pretended she was him, mimicking his voice in a surprisingly successful way, but making it sound a bit more nerdy than it was: Alice, you've been, um, not wearing a bra, and jiggling your breasts in front of me ever since you got here, but I still haven't really seen them. I dare you to show me your breasts!" At this she pushed out her chest, which looked pretty good with her black t-shirt on, and which did make him wonder what she looked like with it off. And then she got her pretend-innocent look again, and said in a mockery of her own voice, putting her hands on her boobs, "Oh, Charlie, you want to see these? Well, okay."

Then she looked a little more serious, reached down and slowly started lifting her t-shirt over her head. Just as her face was covered, her medium-small breasts popped into view. She took the shirt off the rest of the way, twirled it over her head for a second, and then sent it flying toward a corner of the room. 

Now that she was topless, her silliness and even her confidence seemed to have left her for a few seconds, and she looked a bit vulnerable, but bewitchingly beautiful. 

These were what he thought of as perfect breasts, for they were gravity-defying. They swelled and curved just slightly upward to make little points where the brownish-pink areolas and small but erect nipples were. Her breasts were actually a little bigger than he thought they'd be, even though he'd already seen her in a swimsuit and caught glimpses when her bathrobe opened.

Alice suddenly seemed shy as Charlie stared, but his look of wonder, longing, and desire slowly banished her shyness, and she said with more confidence, knowing the answer, "Well, what do you think?" and then gently cupped her hands beneath her boobs and giggled them slightly. "Say something, Charlie."

"Alice, you have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen. You're so beautiful."

Alice smiled, and then looked down to assess them herself. 

"Well, they're really the only breasts you've ever seen. But yes," she said, looking back up at him, "They're probably my most attractive feature. But sometimes they seem a little small. I know most guys like women with big boobs," she said, holding her hands out in front of her miming large breasts.

"Actually, they're bigger than I though they'd be," he said, still staring in wonder, the beer making him somehow nearly un-selfconsious about looking at her slightly pointy boobs.

"Really?" Alice said, looking down again and seeming pleased.

"And Alice," he said, "you're beautiful everywhere. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met."

"Well said, Charlie," she said, and at first she did seem pleased, but then a second later a strange and slightly troubled expression crossed her face, "and I think you mean it."

"I do," he said earnestly, "You are the most beautiful woman I know."

"Oh, Charlie," she said, sighing, "on the one hand that's a nice thing to say. But what's a little weird is that you seem to totally mean it. I know I'm cute, especially when I'm flirty like right now, and I've got a guy's attention, but there are so many women who are prettier than I am. My breasts are pretty, which I admit is one of the reasons, in addition to comfort, I go braless sometimes. But my nose is a little big, and very slightly crooked, I've got freckles, and," she said, listing her perceived faults, "I'm kind of hairy, *and*—"

"Alice, stop," Charlie said, reaching a his right hand out and gently putting it on her left arm. "You're very beautiful. All of those things are just parts of what make up Alice, who is amazing to me. As you said to me, it's just the human body, and it's all beautiful."

"Thanks, Charlie," she said, looking thoughtful and taking another sip of her beer. And then she burbed a little and laughed, which made her breasts jiggle slightly.

"Okay: Your turn for a dare, Charlie."

"Yes," Charlie said, bracing himself.

"Don't look so serious, it easier than what you gave me: just take off your shirt."

"Sure," he said with a sigh and a relieved smile, and stood up to unbutton his long sleeved blue button-down shirt with the paisley pattern on it that Alice had actually given him, along with some other cool clothes, for his last birthday. 

"I don't know how to make this interesting, like you did," he said as he unbuttoned the front all the way, and then each sleeve at the wrist. 

"Don't worry about that. Just take it off."

He took it off and then, imitating her, twirled it over his head and sent it flying to the same corner of the room.

"Actually," said Alice with a grin, "you do have a kind of nice chest. Have you been working out?"

"Yes, some," he said with a shy smile and sitting down.

"I have to say though, and there's nothing bad about this, but you are about the least hairy man I've ever met. You have just a tiny bit on your nipples," she said, scooting closer, and then lightly touching a finger around his left nipple, "and in the middle of your chest," she said, and drew a gentle, slow line with her finger down the middle of his chest.

This set off an involuntary shiver do down his spine, and Alice seemed to like this effect.

"Wow, I've got a more powerful touch than I realized!" She said laughing.

"I guess so," Charlie said, still staring at her magical breasts.

And then he wondered what he might ask next. 

Suddenly though, he became worried, as he sat there without his shirt on looking at Alice's boobs: What if their parents suddenly came home?

"Um, Alice," Charlie said, looking at his open bedroom door, "Just in case Mom and Dad get home, may I close and lock the door?"

Alice suddenly looked a little worried too, and said with almost a frown, "Yeah, good idea. And maybe we should think about calling it a night after another round or so, just in case."

"Yeah," he said, and got up and quietly closed and locked the door. But he was hoping that this wouldn't be the only time they could play this game.

"Alice: Truth or dare?"

"How about truth this time?"

"Actually, that would be good, because I wanted to ask you some questions about sex."

"Sure, go ahead. In fact, you can ask a few questions about sex if you like, and then probably we should head to bed. And," she added, "just in case you're not sure what I mean, that's our own beds in our own rooms."

"Sure," Charlie said, actually more relieved than disappointed about that, because for a while it seemed like things were going maybe too fast. And he was glad he could ask more than one question about sex, because he really didn't know much. 

"Alice: When did you lose your virginity?"

"Hmmm," Alice said, and repositioned herself so that she could rest her chin on her right knee, which squished her right breast against her leg in an interesting way. "That's a more complicated question than you might think, maybe especially for a woman. Maybe you mean, when was the first time I had sex?"

"I guess," Charlie said, looking genuinely confused.

"I gave my first blow job," Alice said, "a few weeks after I started college. Do you want to hear about it?"

"Sure," Charlie said, although he hadn't really thought about that kind of sex, "go ahead."

"Well, there's not really that much to tell. I fooled around in high school, but never got past heavy petting somehow. I was saving myself for "love," or something dorky like that, but then when I realized I was one of the few really inexperienced girls my freshman year at university, I decided to get some experience fast. It's kind of an embarrassing story, actually. It might change your opinion of me. But maybe that's good. You've got me too much up on a pedestal...."

"Anyway," Alice continued after a brief pause as she thought back, "one night I was at this big party. It was at this big house that was rented by a group of students. It was a huge party, really, and there were maybe a hundred people there, maybe two hundred, and a band was playing in the back yard. The place was getting pretty trashed actually. And I was with some friends talking and getting drunk. And then we were dancing in the back yard to the band, and then this really cute guy started dancing with me. When the band took a break, he kissed me, and then we went to make out in one of the back rooms. I wasn't ready for him to fuck me, but I'd gotten him hot and horny, and he was cute, and that plus the multiple beers I'd had were making me horny, but still not ready to go all the way. Anyway, we went into this back bedroom and locked the door and then, when he made a move to take off my pants, I stopped him and instead knelt down in front of him and started taking down his. Do you want to hear more of this?"

"Yes," Charlie said, and although he was interested he was also a little bit horrified that Alice would do this with someone she'd just met. But he hid this by saying encouragingly, "keep going."

"Well, I got his pants down, and there it was, my first dick. I'd felt some before, but I'd never sucked one. Anyway, it was bigger and harder and warmer and a little weirder-looking than I thought it would be, but my roommate had given me some good lessons on what to do, and so...."

"What happened?" Charlie said.

"So, you want *all* the details?" Alice said, suddenly in a more sexy voice. But she didn't continue the story, and instead slowly and theatrically ran her tongue all the way around her lips.

"Well," she said, "it was kind of awkward and sexy at the same time. As I said, we were kind of drunk, and after I got his pants off, we laid down on the carpeted floor, and, using the techniques my roommate taught me, I sucked him off. It didn't take long, actually. Some teen guys sometimes cum really fast, and he was one of them, and I guess I was pretty good even my first time. At first, I was amazed at how much stuff squirted into my mouth, even though my roommate had warned me. I almost choked on it for a second or two, but then I concentrated and swallowed it all down."

"Really?" Charlie asked, feeling both turned on, and in spite of himself a little disgusted. He tried to think differently, but he knew he really was unusually innocent and sheltered for an 18-year old.

"Yeah, really," Alice said, and then smacked her lips as if she just swallowed something and grinned. "That's almost always what I do. I think of it as part of it. I know some women spit, but I think that's gross. And anyway, I think it tastes kind of good."

"It does?" Charlie asked.

"Yeah, haven't you ever tasted yours?"

"No." Charlie said

"Don't be such a sissy," Alice said, "it just tastes kind of like snot. You know how snot is kind of salty and weird, but sometimes tastes kinda good. It's sort of like that. Although different guys taste different."

"They do?" Charlie felt stupid that he was so ignorant about these things.

"Yeah, of course. It just depends on who they are, what they've eaten, and stuff like that. Now I have grossed you out."

"Maybe a little. I don't know. I just don't know about any of this stuff," Charlie said, somewhat at a loss, and then added, "Did you even know his name?" He said that last part in a kind of sad and puzzled voice.

"Ooooooh," she said, as if she'd just discovered something important. "I *have* changed how you think about me, and it's *not* all good. Well, it's time you realized that I'm not all good. Sometimes I'm a bad girl." As she said this she pouted her lips and got this different expression on her face, which could only be called her bad girl face.

"But yes, I did know his name--only just!" She laughed at the memory. "His name was Kenneth. He wanted to hook up with me again after that, but when we went out and talked, I found out he had some weird right-wing ideas, and he just didn't seem my type mentally, even though he was very cute, in an overly preppy way. I had to brush him off a few times before he finally left me alone. And every time he passed me on campus for the next few years, which luckily wasn't often, he'd give me this strange look of longing mixed with betrayal or something. But, I think it was worth it for the experience. After him, I knew I could do that to a guy. Although I got better," she added with a smile. 

"Well," Alice concluded, "I'm not sure how well that went over with you, but: next question?" Alice was now looking like she was less sure that these questions were such a good idea.

"Um." Charlie wasn't sure how to ask this without just coming out and saying it, and so he did: "How many guys have you....?" he said, and then stopped, not sure if that was even more personal.




Alice Ch. 04



"How many guys have I had sex with? Yeah, you can ask that, although the answer will probably freak you out. I counted it up a while ago, and it was seventeen men and two women over the last four years. Some of those were just hookups. Only five of those were serious: Four boyfriends and one girlfriend."

"So you're...." Charlie said, a little wide-eyed, and not sure how to say it.

"Bisexual?" Alice said, smiling in an almost condescending way, and adding, "Wow, you are a prude! Sort of, but no, not really. I am more attracted to men, but I've had good sex with women too. It was different. Any more questions," Alice asked, "or are you now fully freaked out and should we get dressed?"

"I'm not freaked out. I'm just learning," Charlie said in his defense, although in truth he was a little freaked out, and to him it seemed a high number.

Almost reading his mind, she said, "You know, some women my age have slept with more people than that. It's not really that many," she said, sounding a little defensive. "It was usually one serious boyfriend and few hook-ups each year."

"Can I ask one last question?"

"Sure," Alice said, and now she was seemingly mostly in teacher mode, even though she was topless, and most of the erotic charge had seemingly evaporated from the room for the moment, "but I get to ask you one too. First yours."

"How does it....?" Charlie struggled with what to say. "How does a man's....? How does it fit...inside?"

To his surprise, Alice laughed her musical laugh, which made her beautiful breasts jiggle again. She seemed genuinely amused.

"That's usually a pretty easy question. Let me ask you—and this doesn't count as my question, because it's part of answering your question—how long is your dick, when it's hard, that is?"

He blushed, and didn't answer at first.

"Charlie, surely you must know. I caught a glimpse the other day, but it wasn't hard. But now I don't have to ask if you're circumcised, because I saw that you are." She smiled and looked down at his crotch, as if she could see through his jeans.

Charlie wasn't Jewish, but his family had had him circumcised as a baby. Alice, on the other hand, was half Jewish. Officially she wan't Jewish because her mother wasn't, but her father was. But Charlie thought of her as Jewish, even thought her religious beliefs, which they'd talked about a couple of times, were much more her own weird creation. Anyway, Charlie was somehow hoping it was a good thing that he was circumcised, but Alice brought him back down to earth.

"I like 'em just as much either way," Alice said, "I just don't know how long yours is when it's erect. By the way, is it hard now? Are my boobs doing the trick?" She said, smiling, and then she gently rubbed both of her index fingers very slowly around her nipples in circles, which made her small nipples start to get hard.

That did start having an effect on Charlie. But although he'd been hard earlier, the things Alice had said were so surprising, and he had to admit a little disturbing, that he'd gone down to a semi.

"That's helping, but....no, I'm not hard right now," Charlie said, laughing a little, and then finishing off his second beer.

Alice picked up her Heineken bottle too, stuck out her tongue, and started running it along the edge of the opening at the top. 

"Do you ever think about my mouth?" Alice said, again in her sexy voice, and the room suddenly became charged again.

"I don't know," Charlie said, mesmerized.

"Maybe you should," Alice said, and then she slowly put some of the bottle in her mouth again while keeping her eyes on him. She slowly removed her mouth from the bottle, and then raised her eyebrows a little, trying to guess at the effect of her performance.

"Maybe you should touch my tits," She said, and reach out and took hold his left hand.

She gently put his slightly cool left hand on her right breast, over her nipple. Her breast was warm and amazingly soft as she cupped her hand over his and made him squeeze slightly.

"Uh," escaped Charlie's lips, and he started breathing more rapidly, "Alice." And very, very soon he was hard in his black jeans.

"Yes, baby, I'm here," she said softly, "did that do it?"

"Yes," he said, with his breathing still a bit fast and shallow.

"Okay," she said, "more matter-of-factly, and gently removed his hand. "Why don't you take it out and let's measure it."

He felt so embarrassed to still be so shy, but he still wasn't quite ready for that, and he said in a small voice, "Can I do it in the bathroom?"

"Yeah," Alice said with a sigh, "If that's what you need to do, go ahead. I'll be here," she said, rolling her eyes slightly. 

He walked over to his desk, and got his ruler, and then smiling shyly walked out and to the bathroom, closing and even locking the door bathroom behind him. He took a few deep breaths to steady himself, and then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and took down his underwear. His was fully hard now, and he noticed a little bit of moisture right at the tip. He took the ruler and measured. He'd measured himself once before, about a year ago, but he wondered if it was longer now. It felt longer. He was trembling a little as he carefully placed the wooden ruler a the base of his dick, so as not to scratch himself, and looked at the number. It was right at six inches, which was just the same as last time.

He pulled up his underwear and jeans, and zipped and buttoned himself up, washed his hands, which he almost always did when he was in the bathroom, and then smiled at himself in the mirror, wondering if this was going to be an even more important night than it had already been, and then opened the bathroom door and walked the few steps back to his room.

Alice was still there, and still sitting on the floor topless. The top view of her breasts was amazing.

"So, big boy, what's the number?" she said, smiling.

He knew that his size was about average, and after how honest she had been he didn't see how he could hide it or exaggerate it, and so he simply said, "Six inches," and sat down.

"Well, to answer your question, six inches is not at all a problem for most women. As long as the woman is ready, if you know what I mean," she added in a knowing way.

"No. I don't know what you mean" Charlie said. Yet again, he felt puzzled and stupid.

"No," Alice said with a sigh, "you wouldn't, would you."

"Charlie," Alice said, shifting her positing and tone of voice to something serious, "do you trust me?"

"Yes."

"And do you swear you'll never say anything about any of what's happening tonight to anybody, ever, especially Mom and Dad."

"Of course," he said, "you know you can trust me."

"Yeah," she said, "I know I can trust you. That's one thing you are is trustworthy. And since you trust me, Charlie, I want you to stand up and close your eyes, without asking any questions. I'm going to whisper something to you and show you something, but you've got to completely trust me."

It was another one of Alice's games, he was sure, and he almost expected another beery burp in his mouth, but he stood up, and then closed his eyes. Just as he closed his eyes he could see her standing up too. He could feel her heat as she stood right night next to him, and then her warm, soft breasts were touching his chest. His dick twitched in his jeans. 

He could feel Alice leaning next to his face, and whispering with her warm breath, "Trust me. And relax. Crouch down just a little." she guided him with her hands, "And keep your eyes closed."

Their heights were now equal. And then felt her gently taking hold of his left hand again with her right. She gently guided his hand to her warm tummy and then, cupping and guiding his hand in hers, she slowly pushed his hand down, underneath her loose sweatpants. Suddenly, he knew she had no underwear on, for his fingers were feeling her pussy hair, and he couldn't help but gasp a little. She kept guiding his hand and fingers down to right between her legs, which were somewhat spread. And then he felt that she was wet. Very wet. She guided his middle finger inside of her, which was so wet, smooth, and warm that he couldn't believe it.

"See?" she still whispered, a little breathless herself as she breathed in his ear. "It's easy. Very easy."

His breathing became even more shallow and rapid, and he could feel his dick twitching in his jeans, as she still guided his finger gently and slowly back and forth into her cunt. Cum start to rise. He tried to hold it back and succeeded, just barely.

She slowly guided his hand with its wet middle finger back up through her furry pussy, slowly out of her loose sweat pants and up to her belly.

His eyes were still closed, and she gave him a soft and gentle kiss on the lips, and whispered, "Now you know. You can open your eyes now."

He opened his eyes, still breathing a bit fast and close to exploding, and looked down into her beautiful brown liquid eyes.

"Alice," Charlie breathed. It was just one word, but the way he said it conveyed a lot of the how he felt about her.

"Just like you get hard, a woman gets wet. Until the woman is wet, you don't go in. Right now I'm very wet, as you could tell. But let's calmly sit down before you make a mess in your jeans. Am I right? Was that about to happen?"

"Maybe," he said, still trembling a little all over.

"Just sit down, sweetie. Relax. There's time." she said.

He sat down and still couldn't believe that she'd just put his hand onto, and then his finger into, her wet pussy. He'd read about moist cunts in playboy, but it was so much wetter than he thought it would be. It was almost liquid.

Alice said with her sly smile, "When a woman feels like that, it just goes right in. It's the most natural thing. Penises and vaginas go together like," she paused for a second, thinking, "peanut butter and jelly. Like hot, moist marshmallows, melted Hershey bars, and hard graham crackers."

Charlie was still trying to breath more calmly.

"Well," Alice said, "I wonder if we should stop there for tonight?"

"What?" Charlie said. Then he added a little bitterly, "Alice, you are such a tease."

Alice, looked hurt, and said, "Is that what you think of me after all of this? Well, luckily, or really, unluckily for you, I'm more of a slut than a tease. I just wonder if we shouldn't be careful how we do this, especially since we don't know when Mom and Dad are going to get home."

"And you know what," she said, suddenly serious, and her whole attitude seemed to change subtly but profoundly. "You really should think about this before we go on. If you really think about it, you should have realized this by now: I'm probably going to break your heart." 

She said it in such a deadly earnest way that he somehow immediately felt in his bones that it was probably true.

"What do you mean?" Charlie said, suddenly so confused that his stiffness started to wilt.

"I might fuck you, but I'm not sure that's a good idea. In fact, I'm sure it's not a good idea. But anyway, it's not like our relationship would ever have any future." She was suddenly almost stern, which seemed quite weird when he could still stare at her perfect breasts, and just a couple of minutes ago had had his hand on, and his finger in, her pussy.

"What do you mean?" He repeated lamely.

"Think about it, Charlie. You're smart. Even if the two of us don't think of it that way, we are stepsister and stepbrother. There is no future for us being a couple. Even if we secretly fuck a few times, we can never tell anybody, and in the long run it can't last. And then, as you should have realized, if you're as sensitive as you seem, there's another equally important problem.."

Charlie's mind was reeling, and he didn't know what she meant. All he could think of to say was, "I don't understand."

"Charlie," Alice said, seeming almost exasperated now, "you *really* love me, don't you?"

"Yes," Charlie said with feeling, and since that answer was easy he smiled, "more than I've ever loved anyone."

"Have you ever wondered if I feel the same way? Have you even asked me?"

"Well," Charlie was suddenly worried, "I guess....yeah, I know you don't feel quite the same way about me."

"Yeah, Charlie," she said, with brutal honesty, "I don't. I love you in a way, and I'm even sexually attracted to you in a way, but I'm not feeling as much as you feel, and I don't think I'll ever feel as much as about you as you feel about me."

"Don't look so hurt," she said, a little more kindly, when she saw the pained look on his face, "You are precious to me. Part of why I'm doing all of this is to help you. Maybe it will help you with other women someday. And I have to admit, and and I know it's a bit twisted, but I'm getting my own pleasures out of it. But at the end, there's no future for us, romantically or sexually. Can see that?"

"Yes," he said grimly. And then he started feeling the beginnings of an intense sadness wash over him, and seep inside of him.

"Charlie," Alice said more even more gently, and clearly she was trying to be sensitive, "has your heart ever been broken before?"

"No," he said simply.

"Well mine has. Several times. It hurts pretty much worse than anything else. It's like a physical pain that just goes on and on. Sometimes I sobbed into my pillow just trying to hold onto myself and get through my feelings. It was usually because I loved someone too much, and they didn't love me quite the same way, or maybe they did even love me at all, but just fucked me." She now looked like she was about to cry, remembering her own heartbreaks. Tears were welling up in her eyes, and her nose was suddenly runny, and she wiped it with the back of her hand.

"Alice, I'm sorry," he said, now trying to comfort her.

"No," she said, brushing him away, and seemingly steeling herself. "It's part of life. A big part. Inequality in love is pretty common. With most of the people I've really loved, I felt that I loved them more than they loved me. But with you it's the other way around. You love me more. And it's beautiful and tragic at the same time. Like life itself."

She continued on: "The fact that you love me is one of those things in life that are good *and* bad, wonderful *and* awful, all at the same time."

Charlie had heard her theories before about how a lot of things in life weren't just good, or bad, or wonderful, or awful, but were simultaneously all of those things, all at the same time. Before when he heard her say that, he thought she was a little crazy, but now, for the first time, he knew what she meant. And he could feel that he was probably going to get his heart broken.

And yet he still wanted it to happen. There was an equal mix of lust and love in this desire to fly into the flame of Alice. But now, he realized, suddenly grasping at straws, he felt she might not even let him do that. Sensing the problems ahead, he could sense she was already starting to pull back.

"You're right, Alice," he said, "I finally see it. What's happening with us is good and bad, and wonderful and awful. But since, as you say, that's a fact of life, I think you could help me. I could learn. And I do want to try to make you happy, any way I can."

"I know you do," she said, wiping away little tears from both of her eyes.

"So," she said, pulling herself together and sitting up more straight, "If we fool around. Or If," she rephrased it, "I give you some lessons in sex and love, you'll promise to keep it absolutely secret from everyone?"

"Yes," Charlie said, quite serious.

"One of the things I want to teach you is how to make a woman feel good. A surprising number of guys just don't know how to do that. I don't want you to be one of those...." She suddenly got a look close to disgust.

He nodded.

"And if, at the end of it, I break your heart, you have to promise to cry into your own pillow quietly, without torturing me or anyone else about it, or even letting anyone know you're upset."

"Yes," he said softly.

"Okay," she said, and suddenly broke into a smile. It was like a ray of beautiful sunshine, breaking through the clouds. He loved her freckles, her breasts, her mind, her pussy, everything about her, even though he knew she was probably going to cause him almost as much pain as pleasure.

"I am attracted to you," Alice said, "That's true.. But let me be completely honest with you, which as you know is one of my greatest strengths and greatest faults at the same time. 'Good and bad!'" she quoted herself and half laughed. "Anyway, one of the reasons I've thought about being with you for the last few days is very pragmatic."

"Pragmatic? Alice, honestly," Charlie said, feeling exasperated, "you are the most beautiful and the most bewildering person I've ever met. A little while ago you let me feel your...." he couldn't quite say the word, and so she supplied it...

"My wet pussy?" She said, puckering her lips in a slightly funny way..

"Yes! And now you're talking about being 'pragmatic'? What does that even mean?"

"You could figure out the answer to that too, but you just haven't thought it through. I think maybe you've been a little distracted, which is understandable. And you don't know yet how important it is to me after what I've been through."

"What?!" he said laughing and at the same time just mystified and even annoyed.

"Think about what the advantages are to me are of you being an absolute virgin, completely innocent."

"You can break my heart?" He could laugh about it now, but was again puzzled.

"No, silly, it's that I don't have to worry about STDs. For a little while we can be "friend with benefits" as they say, and it's safe in that sense."

"Okay. You're right about that. I'm safe," he said, suddenly realizing that he hadn't thought enough about things like that. Although actually, when she had talked about the number of her lovers, that had briefly crossed his mind, but then it had fled under the power of lust and love. But now that it was registering, he finally said, "What about you?"

"Well," she said, looking a little chagrinned, "I've had some medical experiences that I don't want to talk about right now. But I'm completely clean now. I've had blood tests and everything."

This was veering again into the too much information category for him, although he was glad to hear it. He was thinking quickly, and he wanted to salvage tonight, if possible, by getting back to their game of truth or dare.

"You said," Charlie said, redirecting rather smoothly, he thought, "that you had some 'Truth' questions for me? Can you still ask them? Can we still play just a little bit more?"

"I guess, yeah," Alice said, stretching and beginning to yawn, since they had they had already spent a couple of hours together and it was getting late. "What was I going to ask again?" She seemed genuinely to have forgotten, and then it came to her and she brightened.

"Oh yeah, I remember now. I've noticed that since I got here, that almost every time I'm able to actually tell, it seems like you're....I don't know how to say this, without offending your 'delicate sensibilities,' Charlie, but it seems like you have an almost constant boner. Is that usual for you, or is that just because you're around me?"

Fortunately, the night had already been such a roller coaster that Charlie was almost beyond being embarrassed at this point, and just said, "Part of it is just usual for a teenage boy, I think. But much more of it is you. You have to admit you flirt and show off a lot around me."

"Yeah," Alice said smiling, "like I said. Sometimes I'm a slut."

"But," Alice continued, "you probably take care of that at least once a day? I looked and saw that you have vaseline in one of your bedside drawers."

That did make him blush, and it a little bit alarmed him that she'd been peeking around in his room. But he just nodded and said, "yeah."




Alice Ch. 04



"How many times do you....?" She didn't want to say beat the meat, for fear she'd offend him, and masterbate sounded too clinical. 

"Well," he said, catching her meaning, "It used to be twice a day. But since you moved in it's been more like four ."

She opened her mouth in surprise, and mouthed "Four?" Getting her voice, she added, "And what do you think about?"

"You, mostly," he said, since he was beyond shame at this point, and it was the truth.

"What about me?"

"Oh, everything about you. Your eyes, your laugh, your nose, your breasts-which I certainly have a better picture of now!-and, of course, that place underneath your sweats that you just let me touch."

"Ha!" Alice said, "I bet your imagination will be a lot more vivid now. In fact, I want you to do something right now. Put your left hand up to your face."

"What?" Charlie didn't think he could be puzzled by her again, but he was.

"Trust me. Put your finger that, how shall we say, 'went on a magic carpet ride,' up to your nose."

He did that, but still didn't understand.

"Now, close your eyes and breath in."

He played along, and suddenly he was sensing a magical smell he'd never had before in his life. It was sweet and musky at the same time. It was essence of Alice from her pussy. It was an amazing and life-affirming scent. He smiled and breathed in a little more, then opened his eyes

Alice said nothing, but just smiled back at him in a knowing way.

Suddenly they heard the automatic garage door open, and their dog Penny started her series of welcome barks for their parents, who had just gotten home from their dinner out.

"Oh my god!" Alice suddenly said in horror, "They're back. Quick! Hand me my t-shirt. You, just get in your pajamas and pretend like you're asleep. Let me get these beer bottles out of here."

Her shirt was on, and she was now rapidly collecting the empties, the opener, and the one last full bottle into the cardboard six-pack container. 

"Just," she repeated, looking a little exasperated, "wait here and pretend you're asleep. I'll come kiss you as usual in about 20 minutes. Once I tell them my news about the job, I'm sure they'll be thrilled."

With a last look around the room, she quickly left and closed the door behind her.

Charlie rapidly put his pajamas on. And then he could hear Alice talking in a happy and natural voice with their parents. He could hear their exclamations of pleasure as they congratulated her on her new job. The moment of danger had seemingly passed. 

Almost exhausted now, physically and emotionally, he went to the bathroom to pee and brush his teeth. He didn't wash his hands this once, because he wanted to sense one last time that magical essence of Alice. The beer had pretty much worn off, and he felt tired and yet, not surprisingly sexually frustrated. He thought about doing something about it in the bathroom, but then realized that Alice was going to be in his room in a few minutes, giving him his goodnight kiss.

In a few minutes he was back in bed, in this room where he'd just had, without a doubt, the most exciting and weirdest night of his life so far.

He got in bed, trying to compose himself and thinking about it all. As he thought of Alice, he got stiff yet again, and he looked forward to her goodnight kiss and brief feel, if that was all he could get tonight. He felt like she'd promised him that someday soon, he'd get more 'lessons,' as she called it, in sex and love.

It took a bit more than 20 minutes, because clearly their parents were asking for more details about her job. He realized with a pang of guilt he hadn't asked her much about her new job. It wasn't surprising, given the distractions, but maybe it fit with the pattern of him not asking and exploring enough how she felt about him, and what she was thinking. Was he that self-centered? He would try to do better, especially when it came to Alice.

Finally, he could hear Alice in the bathroom and then getting dressed in her bedroom for bed. 

He heard her quietly walking up to the door, and then she let herself in silently without knocking, closed the door behind her and locked it. She was wearing her short bathrobe. She put her index finger in front of her face and softly whispered "Shhhh."

"Whisper," she said, whispering quietly. And then she added, still standing there, "Are you ready for your goodnight kiss?"

"Yes," he whispered.

She quietly came over to his bed, and immediately and gently felt through the covers for his erection, which was still there.

"If you want, I'm going to help you with this," she whispered, and started gently pulling down his covers. He was in PJs. And she whispered again, "let's get this off."

He couldn't believe that part of him was still shy, and he hesitated for just a second.

Alice saw his hesitation, and said, "I won't if you don't want to, but the opportunity might never come again. In case you haven't figured it out, sex is often about being exposed and vulnerable in some way."

He knew this was what he wanted, and that this was especially what his dick wanted, even though he really didn't know what she was going to do. And so he took off, with a little help from Alice, his pajama bottoms and his underwear, and there, flopped on his belly was six inches of rock-hard cock. She gently guided him to scoot close to the edge of the bed.

Alice, sitting beside the bed and leaning over, gently took hold of his hard member, and pressed it softly against her cheek. 

"Finally," she breathed, "I can really see and feel how you feel about me. It's very warm, and very hard, and very strong. Oh, and look, there's a little something at the tip for me."

And indeed, at the tip of his light purplish head there was a little drop of pre-cum. Alice delicately stuck out her tongue, and delicately licked the tip of his hard cock, and then returned her tongue to her mouth, seemingly savoring this little bit of flavor.

"Mmmm, I think there's more where that came from," she said. And Alice she slowly and gently engulfed his cock in her mouth, swallowing it whole.

The feeling for Charlie was beyond extraordinary, and he let out a quiet gasp. Her ability to hold and gently massage his whole cock with her mouth, throat, tongue, and fingers was nothing less than astonishing. After just a couple of minutes of this, from all the excitement of that night, he already could feel a jeweled load of pleasure that reached from deep down inside him, beginning to rise up.

"Alice," he whispered breathlessly, "I'm sorry, I think..."

She gently emerged to whisper, "That's okay, Charlie. Just let it go. You made it for me. So just give it to me. But just remember to be very quiet."

She again slowly swallowed his dick whole, every last bit of it. And the amazing feelings continued. In another couple of minutes he felt the pleasure rise up in him again with pressure, like a jeweled heavenly thing beyond belief, and even though he tried to hold it back he couldn't. It was was reaching for something and was going to touch it.

He quietly gasped as he started to let go.

From experience, Alice could feel that it was about to happen, and prepared herself as the cock in her mouth seemed to expand even slightly more in the last seconds, and then twitched and kept squirting powerful jets into her mouth, several times. 

Charlie watched as Alice keep her mouth around him for all the while it was happening, even though he was involuntarily bucking slightly. She took her time to gently nurse every last drop of his milk.

Even for Alice it was a lot, and when she finally let his cock gently out of her mouth and slowly put it down, she was almost choking on the mouthful that she had. But with her experience, she slowly and calmly swallowed it all down in a few gulps.

She finally took a big breath and whispered, "Wow. You really had a lot of love for me. Thank you." 

She saw that he was beside himself and couldn't quite talk.

In fact, Charlie's feelings were so intense that he felt happier than he ever had in his life.

Alice got up, slipped off her robe and was now completely nude, and then turned off the light. He could hear her walking to the other side of the bed, where there was more room, and quietly got under the covers with him, and covering them both up. She then snuggled up against him, pressing her breasts against side, putting a hand on his chest, and waited for him to recover.

Charlie was stunned and breathless, but not so unfeeling that he couldn't notice that even in the way she snuggled him she was expert. She knew how to snuggle herself up against him to make it feel like the most natural thing in the world, like they were made for each other and fit together, like pieces of a puzzle. It was so comforting and gently sensual. But he guessed that, like her blow job, even this snuggle was in part a skill she had learned and honed. 

"Well, what did you think?" Alice finally whispered.

"I love you," was all he could say.

"I know," she said, and then waited a bit.

"But what I meant was, what did you think of what I just did."

For him the two were connected in some way, but he said: "It was beyond amazing. I almost can't talk."

"I can tell. So, I blew your mind too," Alice said, and he could hear the smile in her voice.

"Yes," he said with a tiny laugh, appreciating her silly humor.

"Is there something I can do for you?" Charlie whispered, beginning to feel a small tug of worry. "It's just that I don't know how."

"You can start by making me breakfast in bed tomorrow," she whispered, "That's something you know how do do. And if you're lucky, I'll teach you some things about making me feel good soon. But not tonight. Right now, just relax. Remember how it's good when you trust me? Trust me know when I say let go and just drift. This is one of the most magical times, almost as good as what went before."

He wasn't sure what she meant, but the long and exciting and exhausting day had taken a toll. And so had the beer. And now he'd had the most amazing orgasm in his life, and was feeling amazingly relaxed, and so he closed his eyes. In a few seconds, he was drifting in a world of half abstract shapes and thoughts. Many of those magic shapes, colors and thoughts related to this beautiful, warm, sensual, and intelligent woman whose nude form was pressed against him. He drifted further into an almost fantasia-like surreal world, but it was all very pleasant, nothing scary. It seemed like some secret to the world, or even the universe, was drifting through him. He almost felt like he had connected to a good and complex secret of life as he drifted off to sleep for a few minutes.

Suddenly, he awakened, as he could feel Alice slowly separating herself and getting up. 

"This bed's too small for both of us,' Alice whispered, "And anyway, we need to be careful. We can never get caught."

"Sure," he whispered back sleepily, "Thank you, Alice."

"You're welcome," she breathed into his ear, and then added, "Oh, and by the way: twenty."

At first he couldn't figure out what she was talking about, but then he realized he'd just been added to the list of people with whom she'd had sex.

He also realized that for him, no many how many he might someday have, she would always be first for him in someways. As she quietly put on her robe, and slipped out the door, he felt even more than he ever had before that there was no one like Alice.



Alice Ch. 05



(As other have said, it's best to start with the first chapter.) 

*

18-year old Charlie slept soundly for most of that night, the night he had played truth or dare with Alice, who was a much more experienced 22. She had seemed to tease him relentlessly, showing him her perfect medium-small upcurved breasts, and then guiding him to feel her wetness under her sweatpants. But in the end she had been so generous, and had swallowed his needy cock whole, and had sucked him off, drinking down every last drop of what had seemed for a few seconds like an unending stream of lust and love for her.

As he slowly awakened with these memories, he was feeling both happy and guilty. She hadn't let him please her the way she pleased him, mostly because he simply didn't know how. But it was also because officially they were stepbrother and stepsister, even though they didn't quite think of it that way, and they had to be very careful not to get caught by their parents. 

Charlie hadn't done anything more than kiss a woman before last night, but Alice was, in her own words, "sometimes slutty," and she had taken pity on his lust for her. It was more than just a physical need on his side, because it was clear to both of them that he loved her. She loved him too, but in a somewhat different way.

She had explained to him her idea that some things in life were simultaneously good and bad, wonderful and awful, and that their relationship was one of them. But in spite of that she was going to try to give him some sexual experiences, as an act of love and generosity on her part—and also and because he was safe, available, and he did actually turn her on. But she'd already warned him that in the long they had no future together, and that she was likely to break his heart in the end. 

But Charlie wasn't worried about that at the moment, because for now he could still look forward to more lessons, because he was still really a virgin. He had seen from a only about five feet away, and had even felt briefly, her dark-haired vagina, which he'd found out last night could get amazingly wet. She'd also shown him she had an essence like something he'd never experienced before in his life. Her scent was musky, sweet, and very sexy. It seemed, like Alice herself, to be life-affirming.

What he really wanted to know though, as he sat up in bed, and marveled at his luck at having a stepsister like Alice, was how to make her feel as good as she had made him feel. She said if he was lucky she would teach him. But he was still vague about what exactly that might mean.

When he was a 10-year old boy, with only the slightest understanding of sex and love, he sometimes thought that once a couple had gotten together, and made love, that almost all the barriers between them fell away, and that there was an almost complete mutual understanding and oneness. After suffering through his parents' divorce, that idea mostly became ashes, but bits of it still lived on in his mind, he realized.

For instance, he had also thought, until now, that if he ever had sex with Alice that suddenly he would know so much more of what to do, in bed and out of it. But he realized that he was almost as much in need of teaching now as he was before last night. How much skill, after all, did it take to receive a blow job?

It was 6 am on a Friday as these thoughts were running through his mind, and all was still dark and quiet in the house. He decided to go ahead and shower, and then start making the breakfast in bed that Alice had asked for last night, after she had sucked him off. He thought: small price to pay!

As he got out of the bathroom, he saw that Alice's door was ajar, and he heard her moving around, but somehow he wasn't quite ready to see her until he had her breakfast ready. He went into the kitchen, and found that his Mom and Stepdad were already there, happily chatting about their planned trip for that weekend. They finally asked after him, and went on in a very happy way about how well he and Alice were getting along, and how good they were at sharing the bathroom. 

He blanched for a second, and then smiled and said how wonderful it was to have Alice and his Stepdad in the house. He meant the first at least twenty times more than the second, even though he did like his Stepdad Ted a lot.

Finally, his parents cleared out for work and he could start on Alice's breakfast. He wracked his mind for ways he could make it different and better than her last breakfast in bed, and he finally thought of something. Going out into his Mom's garden with the shears, he found a nearly perfect young pink rose, which he clipped. Putting it in a little vase with water, he knew he had the right start to her breakfast.

Since the last time he'd made her scrambled eggs, this time he did fried. They both liked them the same way: fully cooked at the top, but with a liquid yoke, and with little grated bits of melted white cheddar, and light sprinkling of salt and Mrs. Dash. His trick was that he put a lid on the frying pan with a few drops of water so the tops of the eggs would cook while leaving the yokes runny. He also made what he thought of as his patented oatmeal with butter, cinnamon, and raisins. But this time instead of brown sugar he added a little bit of real maple syrup. With buttered rye toast, grapefruit, and coffee with lots of milk like Alice liked, it looked pretty deluxe.

He carefully carried the tray to Alice's room, and as he approached. he could smell from the fresh soap-scented steam from the opened bathroom door that she had already showered. She was in her bed with her bathrobe on, with her wet, wavy brownish-black hair draping down to just beneath her shoulders. Her suntanned freckles, light olive-colored skin, and welcoming smile made her look as beautiful as he'd ever seen her.

"Good morning," she said, in her knowing way, "How are you doing?"

"Great," he said, laughing a little, since she knew it was true, and added, "As requested, I've brought your breakfast," and carefully leaned over to place the tray with its spread wooden legs over her lap.

She looked over the tray and spotted the rose.

"Charlie! How lovely," she said in a more girlish voice than usual, and reached out for it with her tanned and slightly hairy arm. She put the beautiful pink layered rose slowly up to her face, and breathed in deeply.

"Mmmmmmm," she said, with an almost guttural note. This was sometimes her way of appreciating everyday pleasures in an almost sexual way. "Have you smelled it?" 

"No," he said, with a morning-after smile to match hers.

"Here," she said handing it to him, and then turning her attention to the food.

As Charlie inhaled the scent, he did feel like he was smelling a rose almost like it was for the first time. It was so sweet and sensual, and it reminded him a little of something.

"Did you know that flowers are the sexual organs of plants?" Alice said, slurping up a bite of runny egg.

"Yeah," he smiled, "I did know that." He paused, thinking, and then said, "And now that you mention it, it does remind me a little of something."

"What?" Alice asked with a mouthful of food, thinking she might know the answer.

"It smells a little like 'essence of Alice.'"

She laughed so hard she almost upset her tray, and then said, "You have a name for the smell of my pussy?"

He blushed, and said, "It just came to me last night."

"Quite a lot came to you last night, you lucky dog."

"Yes, thank you, Alice, I...."

"It's okay, I enjoyed it," she said, running her rye toast around her plate to soak up some egg yoke, and then munching it with clear pleasure.

"As you know, I'm officially an ovo-lacto vegetarian," she said, glancing up at him, "but sometimes I also like man milk." She glanced up again, and saw that he looked both bashful and happy. "Which, by the way, you had a lot of! How many times a day did you say you were wacking off?" As she said this, she attacked her grapefruit with her spoon. For a skinny person, Alice usually had a very good appetite.

"Well," he said blushing, "for a few days it was more, but yesterday it was just once, in the morning, and then when I got home from work you were here and...."

"You had the luckiest night of your life," she finished.

"Pretty much," he said, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

And then, to his surprise, he screwed up his courage and asked: "how was it?"

"Ha!" She said, in the way she sometimes laughed, "You mean, how did it taste?"

"Yeah," he said, looking down.

"Don't get shy on me Charlie, it was almost like a new you asking me about something like that. Anyway, I'd say it was above average," she said, thinking back, and as she swallowed her mouthful of egg in her imagination she turned into last night's load of sperm.

"It was kind of like snot, a little salty and thick, but there was a very slight sweetness to it too. That was probably because you had pineapple that morning. What? Am I freaking you out again," she said, noticing his weird expression, "It's the truth!"

"Or," she said, warming up to her theme, "maybe it was a little like egg yoke," and she swirled her index finger around her plate, and brought it up yellowish to her mouth, and then licked and sucked on it enthusiastically. "Yum!" she said mischievously.

He laughed and at the same time stared at her in wonder, and said, "Alice, did anyone ever tell you that you're funny and sexy at the same time."

"Well, you just did! But yeah, a couple of other discerning people have mentioned it. You're a rare breed, those who can truly appreciate me."

"But you know," she said, suddenly more serious, in one of her whiplash changes of subject and mood to which she was sometimes prone, "I'm really not usual in that way. Most women don't like the taste of cum, and some simply can't stand it. Don't get the idea that most women like to swallow a load, because it's just not true. Many will do it, as an act of love, sexiness, or kindness, but from what I've heard from my girlfriends it's not like it's something they look forward to. Often they do it for the bigger picture of what they are getting in the relationship. I'm weird in that I actually like the taste of my own snot, as well as cum. But as as you go through life don't think that I'm typical."

"I'll never think that you're typical," he said. He meant it as a complement, but she seemed nonplussed, and more than that kind of in a hurry.

"Listen, Charlie, I know you're all excited and you're probably thinking of what we might do today, but you need to cool off. Remember: today's my first day as the assistant manager of the bookstore. They fired an assistant manager a few days ago, which is part of how I got this job, but now I have to get up to speed immediately. I've got a bunch of papers with corporate rules and procedures to learn, and I've got some papers to sign, and I want to dress up and even put on some make-up, and the I need to make time for the bus—"

"I can drive you," Charlie interrupted, trying to be helpful.

Alice had said in passing a couple of times that cars were one of the evils of the world. That was why she'd never learned to drive, and took public transportation whenever she could. He hoped that today she could see cars as good and bad.

"Actually, Charlie, that would be good. That would give me some more time. We can talk for while now. I really don't mean to brush you off. I know last night was very important for you, and it was for me too. And I have to say, you were amazingly quiet considering that was your first blow job. I don't think I can be that quiet," she smiled, "and so we need to figure out some time when Mom and Dad aren't home."

"They're still going to Big Sur this weekend."

"Really? Wow, we'd have the whole house to ourselves for two days. That sounds good. We might have time to really explore some stuff."

His eyes went slightly wide thinking about the mostly-to-him unknown stuff that they might explore.

"First though," she said more slowly, and put her hand on his arm, looking at him thoughtfully, "are you really doing okay?"

"Of course. I just wish I could make you happy too."

"Maybe you can," Alice said, picking up her plate and leaning over to put it down on the carpeted floor for their little poodle Penny. As she leaned over, just like a few days ago when she did this, her robe opened, and her breasts started to become visible as the dog started lapping the plate. A few days ago, however, she was sometimes flashing him and pretending it hadn't happened, or pretending she didn't know, but that was over now, and when she saw him peeking she grinned as she sat up.

"Like the view?" 

"Yeah," he said, not bothering to apologize.

"I don't think anybody has ever looked at me quite the way that you do. It can get a little annoying sometimes, but right now I'm enjoying it. Do you want to see my tits again? Just as long as you don't get the idea that we're going to do something right now."

"Sure," he said with a smile.

She moved to get out bed, but the tray was still in the way.

"Let me get that," he said, and took it out of her bedroom and into the kitchen.

When he got back, true to her word, she was sitting up in bed nude. She was under the covers up to her waist. But her slightly weird outie belly button was visible, along with her amazing breasts, which curved up weightlessly to lovely pinkish-brown areolas with little nipples.

"Well, what should we talk about?" and she laughed, setting her tits to jiggling slightly, which she saw him watching with pleasure, "although honestly I don't think your mind is going to be very focused."

"I just want to know," he said, breaking eye contact with her nipple-headlights to refocus on her brown eyes with tiger-yellow flecks, "how I can make you feel as good as you made me feel."

"Have you thought of anything?" she said, slyly.

"Well, maybe, if we made love....?" he said, grasping at straws.

"I hope we can just have a good fuck instead," she said bluntly. "Don't get all sissy on me. But really, you probably do need to know more of the facts of life."

"You mean, babies?" He said, mystified. But she couldn't mean that, because of course he knew about that.

"You know, for a smart guy with such a high GPA, sometimes you're pretty dense," she said, sighing. And then she smiled patiently, and said, "You're going to owe me big time, you realize, for like the rest of your life."

"I think I already do," he said, in a somber way.

"Yeah, okay. Here's the deal. Most women don't really orgasm when they're being humped, or 'making love,' or 'intercourse,' or whatever you want to call it. Don't get me wrong: it's enjoyable most of the time, and some women do get the big O sometimes—like myself—but most of the time a thoughtful lover needs to do something else."

This was such a new piece of information that Charlie was at a loss for words.

"Don't look worried, Charlie," Alice said, almost wanting to laugh again at him because of his concerned expression, "this is a problem that has been solved. It's really quite simple, but a surprising number of guys still haven't figured it out: Just do to me something like what I did to you last night."

Comprehension dawned on Charlie, and he smiled.

"You've heard the word, right?" she said.

"I think so," he replied.

"Cunnilingus," she said, and paused. "The very word helpfully says within it what needs to be done. And since you've had Latin, Charlie, I'll let you say it."

"It's using the lingus or tongue on the...." he felt pathetic, but he still felt shy, and hesitated.

"Cunt," she said, and smiled. 

He smiled too, but didn't know what to say next.

"Remember the other day, when I gave you a little look between my legs when we were playing with Penny, what you said?"

"I said it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen."

"And that gives me hope, Charlie. And not just for me, but for maybe the other women in your future too. If you're very lucky, and if you play your cards right, you might get to have a very close encounter with my cunt. Does that sound exiting to you, or just weird, or...?" She trailed off, not actually knowing for sure what he might say, or what he felt and was thinking inside. In her experience, almost all straight men liked fucking and blow jobs, but not as many wanted to go down on a woman, and even fewer were skilled.

"It's sounds exciting," he said, but hesitated, for clearly this was something he was still getting his mind around, "but..."

"Go ahead, Charlie, you can be honest. But think about this: before last night did you really think about how good it would be for me to suck you off? And before last night, you hadn't experienced the," and then she slowed down and in her low, sultry voice, said "'Essence of Alice.'" She raised her eyebrows. 

And then, even though she was under the covers up to her waist, she very slowly and almost completely separated her legs, and as she did so he looked down and tried to imagine what her pussy looked like in that position under the covers.

"Your look is encouraging, Charlie, but right now I need to start getting ready for work..."

Charlie got off the bed, and was about to leave.

"You don't need to leave," she said. She straightened her legs, and then pulled back the covers, and got out of bed. Seeing his stare, she humored him and stood in front of him completely nude for a few seconds, with an ironic look on her face.

She was standing in a relaxed way, with her legs slightly apart, in what he knew from his AP Art History class was a contrapposto stance. He stared down at the black-haired triangle of her vagina in the middle her flared hips. As he looked he saw that in the upper part of her fur was just barely visible, but mostly hidden, a delicate little bit of flesh. His cock became rock hard, and blood began to flow to his face too.

"Maybe I should have had more of virgins along the way," she said with a smile as she gently pushed him out of the way and walked toward her closet in a matter-of-fact way, "but as far as I know you're my first. I was going to say it's almost like you've never seen one before, but of course you haven't."

She efficiently got out a dark-patterned skirt, blouse, and black panty-hose, and then from her top drawer got some underwear and a black bra.

"Last look," she said, as she turned to him so that he could watch her put on her undies. He watched her vagina vanish under black cotton, and suddenly he realized that there might be a theme to today's outfit.

She rapidly put on the rest of it, and then said to him, "and now the last touch, which might surprise you, make-up," and she strode out and into the bathroom.

He realized he still hadn't had breakfast himself, and since the show seemed to be over he walked slowly back to the kitchen to eat his now cold, but still liquid in the middle fried egg, thinking about the word cunnilingus. The word indeed told him something, but not enough, and he had to confess to himself that it seemed both exciting and a little weird at the same time.

About thirty minutes later Alice came out into the living room where he was sitting, looking through his blu-ray collection and wondering what he might watch while she was at work.

"Ta da!" She said, and twirled around so that her long dark skirt flew up a bit, and then added: "What do you think."

It was quite a transformation, from hippy chick into office professional, but one with a strong dash of dark Goth in her clothes and make-up. Her lipstick was dark red, and she had a bit of black eyeliner on too.

"Yowza!" he couldn't help but say.

"Am I still your type?" She said, and threw him a little kiss from her lipsticked lips.

"I think so. But it's almost like you're a different person."




Alice Ch. 05



"I am sometimes a different person, Charlie," she said quietly, "I'm more complicated than you know. But," she said, now in a business-like tone, "do you think it's too sexy?"

Her blouse was a weird combination of Goth and neo-Victorian, with a bit of dark lace at the top. It showed absolutely no cleavage. 

"No," he said, smiling but looking a little worried. "It has more of a 'don't fuck with me or I'll take your head off' look."

"Good," she said, looking pleased, "I'll smile to soften that a bit. Okay, I'm ready for you to take me to work."

After he dropped her off, he came home and wondered what he might do. He thought of Alice, from her freckles to her furry pussy, and began to get hard. Since the house was completely empty, he closed the curtains, turned on netflix, and dialed up one of his favorite movies—Kate Winslet in Jude. This was a dreary and tragic drama done the year before Titanic. It was a good movie, in a way, but very sad, and he only really liked one part, at the one hour and 21 minute mark.

He forwarded to that spot, and then got himself some lotion and tissues, and watched as Winslet's character and her husband were in bed together. She had on an old-fashioned white cotton nightgown, which was not at all revealing, and she seemed uncertain, but her blue eyes were beautiful, as was her wonderfully expressive face and lovely blondish hair. Suddenly, and almost without warning, she pulled the nightgown in one slow motion over her head, and was completely nude, and then scooched herself down and lay on the bed. She was quite beautiful: fuller breasted than Alice, and with larger nipples, but otherwise somewhat similar. Winslet's triangle of hair down there had been trimmed maybe just a little, but not much, and was darker than you might have expected. She kept her legs together, but seeing this view he thought of Alice, and of the view he had recently seen between her legs, and tried to imagine what it would be like to have his tongue there. 

In the movie, the husband was kissing and almost nursing Winslet's lovely full breasts, kissing her lips, and then he was getting on top of her. And although they didn't show it, you were seemingly supposed to imagine her separating her legs, and then the man moving into her. Charlie's "man milk," as Alice called it, came rising up as he imagined what it would be like to touch with his tongue, and then his cock, this mysterious place that he'd already felt with his finger could be so moist and so warm. 

He thought dreamily that tomorrow, when their parents were in Big Sur, he might finally find out for himself what that was like with the person that at that moment he cared for most in the world. 



Alice Ch. 06



(As always, starting with the first chapter is best. Long ago I had something somewhat like the bathtub scene actually happen....)




That Friday night, Charlie's new 22-year old stepsister, Alice, regaled them all with tales of her first day as the assistant manager of the huge used bookstore that they sometimes went to. It had been a very good day, she said, even though she realized almost as soon as she'd started that she'd overdressed for the job. Everyone who worked there dressed professionally but casually, and the next time she went into work, on Monday, she planned to ditch the glam-Goth professional look that she'd worn for just a slightly more dressed up version of the neo-hippy chick that she was. Almost everyone was nice, Alice said, and she spoke especially warmly about her fellow assistant manager Craig, who had been so helpful at talking her through things. Hearing this, 18-year old Charlie got a pang of jealously, which was a weird feeling that he'd never had with this intensity before.

Charlie's Mom, Sylvia, and new Stepdad, Ted, were glowing with pride as they listened to the description of Alice's new job—how how responsible it was, how it didn't keep her at all from working at all of the other jobs in the store just like the other employees, how successful the company was, how successful and well-organized their particular store was, and so on. 

Finally, with apologies, Sylvia and Ted interrupted Alice's seemingly endless stream of words to switch over to giving her and Charlie instructions for when they were going to be gone. Starting the next day, Sylvia and Ted were leaving for a romantic retreat to Big Sur, leaving Alice and Charlie alone in the house for the weekend. 

Sylvia and Ted said to be careful, but have fun, and absolutely no guests over because of insurance reasons. Call 911 if any serious accidents or anything really bad happened. And call them too, of course, but they trusted that nothing would go wrong. 

Charlie stole a furtive glance at Alice as this was being said, and she glanced quickly back at him with a definite don't-look-at-me-right-now expression. To their parents, they just replied that they'd do what was said, and as Charlie thought it over he realized that going by the exact legalistic letter of it, maybe they sort-of would, in a twisted way. But for the first time he more fully realized how much they were playing with fire in fooling around, which they had already been doing for the last few days. As Alice had warned him, there didn't really seem to be much of a future in their just-started affair, for he couldn't imagine the fallout if their parents found out.

After getting in his PJs and brushing his teeth, he got into bed to await his nightly kiss from Alice, feeling waves of worry. He started planning to say to Alice that maybe they should think this over, when suddenly there was a light knock on the door.

"Good night, Charlie," Alice said, in a neutral voice, without coming in, "See you tomorrow."

"Good night," he replied, trying to sound like nothing was wrong. Alice skipping their newly established ritual of the goodnight kiss made him even more worried. Was she freaked out too? Maybe now whatever she had planned for their weekend together was off?

He tossed and turned in worry for a couple of hours before he finally slept.

Oversleeping, he awoke in full daylight, and wondered if he'd already missed seeing his Mom and Dad off on their trip. Quickly putting on his robe and brushing his teeth, he rushed out to the living room, which was already quiet and empty. Going out to the driveway, he saw Ted and Sylvia putting their suitcases in the trunk of the car. Alice, already dressed, was smiling and waving goodbye. Seeing Charlie they all smiled at him and waved. He could see that their little poodle Penny was in the car, jumping up and down in the back seat. The dog loved going on trips. And then there was a last round of goodbyes, and their parents were gone.

Charlie smiled shyly at Alice after the farewell. And in response she looked at him quizzically. He hated himself, but suddenly the idea of being alone with Alice in the house for the whole weekend, without even having to worry about their parents and about being discreet, seemed a little scary—because he simply didn't know what to do.

To hide this, he yawned a little theatrically, and said, "I just woke up."

She smiled, "I know."

"I think I'm going to go take a bath," he suddenly added, and walked back into the house. 

Once he got in, he kept walking until he got into the bathroom, closing but not locking the door as was his agreement with Alice, and starting the water flowing. He stripped rapidly and got in the bath, which slowly started filling. He was feeling more than a little anxiety, but maybe the bath would give him time to figure things out.

Then there was a knock at the door, and without waiting for an answer Alice came in.

"Charlie," she said, and he turned off the water so that he could hear her better.

"Yes?" he said, sitting cross-legged at one end of the tub, feeling more or less safe behind the opaque curtain.

"Can I get in with you?" She said, and he could hear the smile in her voice as, again without waiting for an answer, she rapidly took off her clothes.

"Well....," he said, stalling for time, thinking that he'd never had a bath with anyone else before. 

But it was too late. Alice pulled the shower curtain aside, and he could see her completely nude right outside of the tub. She smiled at him as he looked at her beautiful medium-small slightly upturned breasts with their small nipples, and then at the dark triangle of her black-haired pussy.

And then Alice lifted one leg to get into the claw-footed bathtub. To Charlie, this seemed to be happening almost in slow motion, but soon she had one leg in the bath and one leg out. As a result, just two feet away from him, almost directly in front of his face, was Alice's hairy vagina, which for the first time was spread open in front of him. 

He saw rounded hairy mounds on each side. And then in-between her spread legs was the actual opening of Alice's vagina, which was like a curvy, lippy, upside down folded together V of moist light pink, with the mostly hidden bud of her clitoris above.

Alice said, "Oh, the water's hot!" and seemed genuinely surprised by this, and rather than getting in all the way, she stayed in this position for a few seconds as she got used to the water. She watched Charlie's look of wonder and lust as he stared at her spread cunt directly in front of him.

The water was still shallow, and Charlie's cock head jerked out of the water as it filled with blood. It looked like a rapidly growing mushroom.

And now it was Alice's turn to be fascinated, because although she'd seen soft dicks and hard ones, she'd somehow never seen one go from soft to hard right in front of her eyes. And she was turned on to know that she had just caused this with the spread view of her twat. And so she stayed in the the same position for a little while longer watching him grow.

Now Charlie's penis with it's light purple head was jerking up higher and higher, and in just more several seconds it was six-inches of rock-hard cock pointing almost straight up in the air. The purpleish head of Charlie's twitching and throbbing penis now stretched up to just past his belly button as he sat there cross-legged.

Alice climbed the rest of the way into the tub, and then sat down very slowly, saying with a hint of wonder, "Good morning to you too. Thanks for that." And then she added with a really big smile: "That was hot!"

Suddenly, Charlie's shyness was almost gone. He loved Alice, and she was so fun and accepting of so many things. Now his worry was mostly gone, and he was just trembling with excitement.

"I'd never seen that before," he said, with an excited and shy smile.

"Actually, I haven't ever seen a guy's cock grow like that right in front of my eyes either," Alice said, trembling a little with excitement herself.

Charlie's breathing was coming rapidly, and she could almost see his heartbeat thumping in his chest. 

"I think we can do something about this," Alice said with a smile. "You said you sometimes did it four times a day, and so it's not like we're going to run out."

He looked at her puzzled. 

"Stay right there," she said with an almost ironic smile, "I'll be right back."

And then she slowly got up and, standing, turned around to face the shower head, which had hanging off it a wire rack with shampoo and conditioner bottles. She leaned over slightly getting one of the bottles out of the rack

He was now looking at Alice's butt, which somehow surprised him with how different it was from a man's. It was larger, rounder, softer, and almost heart shaped

"I think just a tiny bit of conditioner should do the trick," she said, and she picked up a bottle and started opening it.

Alice's legs were slightly spread and she was leaning forward a little, and he realized that even from the back from his position he could see part of her hairy cunt. Those two rounded mounds were there underneath, and in-between, barely visible and now folded together into a tiny slit, seemed to be the opening of her vagina. He had no idea this could be seen from the back of a woman.

He felt his cock straining, and he could even feel his balls seemingly swirling with the production of more sperm.

"That's should do it," she said, turning around, sitting down again, and showing him on one palm a little dab of white conditioner. 

"Like I said, I should have had more virgins along the way," said Alice, and she smiled as she looked into his eyes, "No one's ever had quite that kind of reaction to me." Her expression too seemed a bit different from even her flirty one. He realized that this was the way she looked when she was horny.

"May I touch you?" She said, looking down at his throbbing penis.

"Yes," he said, "what are you—"

Without waiting, she took the little bit of greasy conditioner and gently took hold of his cock, rubbing it around it lightly it for a couple of seconds to spread it before gripping his dick more firmly in her hand. And then she started steadily rubbing up and down the length of it with surprising speed and strength.

"Sometimes I like to swallow," Alice said, starring not at him, but at his one-eyed purple cock head, "and sometimes I like to see it come out."

She kept up her speed and firmness, and then after just a minute, she said: "Give it to me, Charlie. Give it to me." She said it the second time in a slightly horse voice, almost as an order.

Charlie had been so worried the night before, and so had not done his nightly playboy ritual. And his night had been tortured with erotic dreams, but he hadn't had a wet dream. In other words, he was full of horniness and cum that hadn't been released. Feeling Alice's grip around his cock, and her startlingly rapid, firm, and expert movements, and thinking about her spread cunt, he could feel the cum starting to rise after just a minute and a half.

"Give it to me, Charlie. Give it to me!"

A white jet shot out of his cock and hit Alice's face, splashing across her chin, mouth, and nose. She flinched in surprise and closed her eyes, which was fortunate, as the second jet hit across her left eyelid and forehead.

"Uuh" escaped him, as jets three, four, and five sprayed her chest, the shower curtain, and the side of the tub, before his dick finally subsided, twitching.

"You sure gave it to me!" She laughed, trying to open her eyes, and then wiping the cum-covered one with her finger, and sticking it in her mouth. "Wow!"

"Alice, I'm sorry!" He was suddenly feeling guilty and worried.

"No," she smiled at him, "It's ok, silly, that's what I wanted to happen."

"Really?" he said. He was having trouble breathing.

"Yeah," she said, wiping some more off, but this time just washing it off into the water.

"That, my friend, is what's called a hand-job and facial."

"Facial?" He said, still breathing. Since his mother had put internet controls on a few years ago, there were a lot of things he just didn't know.

"Yeah," she said, in her matter-of-fact way, "some guys like to spray their women's faces and breasts with their cum, because it turns them on, and I guess it shows how much they love them. I'm not usually into it. It's just too messy for me. I always want to take a shower right after, and so the bath is the only place for it, as far as I'm concerned. But when I've had baths with my past boyfriends, strangely enough, they almost never get excited. I don't know if it's just because you're a virgin? Or maybe it's the intensity of your feelings for me? Probably it's both," she added thoughtfully.

She looked up at him. He was relaxed now, and not surprisingly looked happy.

"Let's just turn this into a shower and wash off," she said, and then she turned around again, pulled the plug, and started the controls to get the shower going.

After washing thoroughly, including gentle soapings of each other's backs and fronts, with smiles and little laughs, they got out and started drying off.

To his surprise, Alice immediately started getting dressed in white underwear, and then white jeans.

"Alice," Charlie said, still nude and not even particularly self-conscious, "it's your turn now."

"Yeah," she said smiling, as she slipped into a slightly dressy blouse, but without a bra, "I know. But we have all day, and I want to do this in a way that you're wanting it," she looked into his eyes, and then looked down almost shyly, which was unusual for her, and added, "I want you to be almost begging for it."

This was news to him, but somehow just thinking about this made his dick, which was hanging down, lengthen slightly and twitch a little.

But she was looking instead at his face and studying it, and then she started rubbing her fingers over the bristle around his chin and upper lip. 

"You didn't shave yesterday, did you?" 

"I know," he said, "I didn't have work or school, and so I just skipped it. I'll do it now."

"No." She said, "Don't shave. I like the bristle."

"Sure," he said. It didn't matter to him either way.

"Hey, let's watch a movie!" Alice suddenly said.

"Really?" He asked, wondering what she had in mind.

"Yeah, let's just hang out, have fun, and snuggle. Oh, and by the way," she added seemingly as an afterthought, but somehow the way she said it made him think it was planned, "I have a little surprise for you."

His expression became not just surprised but slightly worried. Alice's surprises were usually good, but they were indeed usually surprising.

He got dressed too, and then she asked him to set up a big bed for them in the living room next to the 42" HDTV, using the king-sized camping pad, sheets, blankets, and lots of pillows. He did that while she looked through his blu-ray collection. She put several out on the the floor, and then said, "Hey, how about the original Star Wars?"

"I've seen it a lot," he said, "but sure, I like that one." He still felt like another shoe was about to drop that he didn't know about yet.

She went back into her bedroom, and came back with a small rectangle of something wrapped in layers of wrinkly tinfoil 

"What's that?" He said.

"Brownies," she replied, but something about her expression put him on guard.

"What kind of brownies?" He asked, both smiling and concerned.

"The kind you think," she said, and as almost always with important things, she was honest: "They're pot brownies."

"Alice," he said, and couldn't keep an accusatory note quite out of his voice, "are you a stoner?"

"What if I were," she said, looking up at him almost somberly with her beautiful brown eyes, flecked with tiger-yellow, "would you no longer want to sleep with me?"

"No. It's just. I'm surprised."

"Well, actually, I'm not a stoner. Stoners use pot often, or even all the time. I just do every once in a while. Just a couple of times a year, really. I'm going to have one now. Do you want to join me?"

"I don't think so," he said, and then added, "When did you make these, anyway."

"The other day," she said, again hiding nothing, "when everyone in the house was at work, and I was home alone."

Then, in a slightly different voice, she said: "Do you think you'll ever try it when you're at college?"

"Yeah, probably," he laughed, "Most people do at some point."

"So," she said simply and quietly, "would you rather do it the first time with a bunch of college freshman you probably don't even like that much, or with the woman you love."

She said it so honestly and simply, and somehow almost immediately she had him. She was quiet and almost serious. In spite of himself, he smiled.

"OK," he said, laughing in disbelief, "but tell me what it does. I don't even know."

She broke into a smile, and said, "Mostly it just loosens inhibitions a little. So things seem a little funnier, sometimes you feel more open to new experiences, and sometimes you get hungry, and even curious about the tastes of different kinds of food."

"The 'stoner munchies,'" he said, "I've heard of them. Well, I haven't had breakfast, and I'm hungry already, and so I guess give me a piece of brownie," he said and held out his hand.

She unwrapped the package. There were four medium-sized brownies, which looked just like normal ones.

"They're actually pretty mild," she said, handing him one, "and so you can eat a whole one."

"Okay," he said, with a note of wonder at what he was doing.

She handed him the brownie, took one herself, and then wrapped the rest up. 

She smiled and took a big bite and chewed, "Mmmm," she said with her mouth full, "They really good, if I do say so myself."

He took a smaller bite, and chewed slowly. Indeed, it was a good brownie. And that's pretty much all it tasted like, although the texture and taste were just slightly unusual. 

"I'll just put the rest of these back away in their hiding place."

Charlie couldn't believe what he—what they—were doing, and at that second he didn't mean their sex. He walked around the living room rapidly eating the tasty brownie, while closing the curtains and blinds—as if that would do any good, he thought. But it would give them privacy if they needed it.

Alice came back, and then suddenly looked up at his hair. She gently put her hand up to run her fingers through it, and said in genuine surprise: "You have curls!" 

"Oh, yeah, I forgot to brush my hair. I can go do it now. But let me guess: you like it better this way."

"Yeah," she said, with an appraising look, and then added, "hey, can you put on that black turtleneck I gave you?"

"Sure," he said, shrugging his shoulders. After what she'd done for him, she could dress him up any way she wanted to if it made her happy.

When he came out with the turtle neck on, she said, "Oh wow, you should see this! Let's go to Mom and Dad's full mirror."

"Okay," he said, following her, and wondered if this was what their supposedly wild weekend was going to be like.

But when he saw himself in the mirror he was taken aback. Two days of beard growth, curly instead of brushed down black hair, and a black turtleneck made him look almost like a different person. He had to admit he looked pretty handsome, in a bohemian, European-intellectual, coffee shop sort-of way. 

She could tell he was amazed at the subtle but profound change in his looks. 

"I want to take this guy home with me," Alice said to him through his reflection, and then said, "oh wait, I already did."

Then she started laughing out of nowhere, and couldn't seem to stop. 

"What?" He said. 

She kept laughing.

"What?!"

"I just realized that you look a little bit like Dieter in the Mike Meyers Sprockets thing. Except you're cuter, your hair isn't greasy, and you don't have glasses."




Alice Ch. 06



"Oh my god, you're kind of right!" he said, giggling and holding his hand over his mouth in shock and amusement as he saw his hipster reflection do the same thing.

"Hey, let's play the Sprockets song and do a Sprockets dance together!" She said, and led him out of their parents' bedroom and back into his room, where in a few minutes he pulled up on his computer a video of it. As he was doing that, Alice had gone back into her room and changed out of her blouse and into her own black turtleneck. She did have reading glasses she sometimes used, and putting them on she looked almost as much like Dieter as Charlie did.

When she came back and he saw her, he cracked up. And then they played the video and started a spastic dance parody around his room, and her weird expressions and truly freaky dance moves made him laugh more than he had in long time.

And then he stopped himself in mid dance move, realized what he was doing, and said to her, "Wait. I think maybe the brownies are having an effect on me."

"You think?" She said ironically, and then couldn't stop herself from laughing.

"Hey, you know what," he added, thinking about it, "I'm getting kinda hungry, and we still haven't had breakfast."

"Me too," she said enthusiastically. "Why don't you whip us up one of your good breakfasts, while I start the movie playing."

And so to the sounds of the first ten minutes of Star Wars, Charlie was frying eggs with a little grated white cheddar cheese on top, making rye toast, cutting oranges, and microwaving his special oatmeal with a bit of butter, some raisins, cinnamon, and a dash of maple syrup. He felt a little weird, and time seemed a little funny, but he was pleased with himself that he could make breakfast without making a mistake.

As he brought a full plate with water over to Alice, he saw she had created a huge nest of pillows at the end of their made-up bed in the living room for them to lean on.

"Yum!" she said with hungry eyes, and as they ate their first bites C-3PO said, "That's funny, the damage doesn't look as bad from out here."

They both looked at each other, and then around at their wrecked living room, and laughed.

They quickly ate their breakfasts as they watched, laughed at, and parodied Star Wars. 

After their plates were cleared, Alice said again, "I really like your hair this way. Come lay in my lap and let me play with it."

"Okay," he said, and he stretched himself out with his long legs toward the tv, and his head in her cross-legged lap.

As they watched the movie, she very gently stroked and scratched his scalp, face, neck, and chest, which felt really good. Sometimes he just closed his eyes, because he knew the movie so well, and just let himself got lost in the sensations of her fingers and finger nails. And while this was happening, he seemed to feel a growing warmth at the top of his head, which was resting gently against Alice's crotch

Then, mimicking the movie, Alice did a wicked Darth Vader impression, and said: "The power to destroy an entire planet is insignificant next to the power of my pussy!"

Charlie couldn't stop laughing at that, for he knew they were both remembering the bathtub earlier and her effect on him. He turned around to see her as she simultaneously unfolded her legs and leaned back comfortably against her pillows, and somehow as he turned he just ended up with his face in the crotch of her jeans, laughing. 

And then he suddenly realized he was laughing into and breathing on the very thing they were talking about. He stopped laughing and just breathed in and out a couple of times while resting his face on her crotch. He thought he sensed a little bit of what he thought of as the essence of Alice, the sweet, musky, life-affirming scent of her pussy. But he didn't think that was possible through her jeans. 

He looked up at her smiling, and said, "I thought I smelled 'essence of Alice.'"

She muted the tv, looked down at him, smiled, and said, "I don't think that's possible through my jeans. You'd better check again."

He put his face right up against her crotch, breathing his hot breath through her jeans as he tried to see if it was his imagination. It wasn't. With his face up against her, he definitely sensed the scent of Alice's cunt even through her jeans.

"I do smell it," he said, suddenly hungry for something that wasn't food. He thought for a second, and then added, swallowing, "Alice, may I take off your jeans?"

"Yes," she said, smiling, "but I want you to keep your clothes on."

She stood up and unbuttoned her jeans, and then said he could do the rest. He was on his knees, and carefully undid and lowered her zipper, revealing her white underwear beneath. And then he carefully slid her jeans over her hips and slid them down to where she could step out of them.

"Would you like to take my top off?" she said quietly, with an uncharacteristically shy smile.

"Yes," he said happily, as if unwrapping a treasure.

He gently pulled over her head her loose turtle neck, and her beautiful, slightly upturned breasts with their little nipples that never ceased to amaze him popped into view. He looked closer at these little nipples surrounded by their beautiful areolas. And then he slowly and gently, for the first time, kissed each breast at the nipple, circling his tongue very gently around.

"Oh," Alice said, "that's nice."

He then kissed her on the lips, and they both felt a little of an electric charge going between them as their tongues met briefly.

"Shall I lay down?" she breathed, as they looked into each others eyes.

"Yes," he said, surprisingly breathless himself.

She laid down on their nest of sheets and blankets, and then slowly spread her legs. As he got down next to her, he noticed he'd forgotten to take off her underwear. And now he saw that her white panties were wet in a wide line right over where he knew her vagina was.

"Oh my god," he said, "look at how wet you are."

"I know," she said smiling, "you'd better get close see what it's like, and then get those off."

He gently put his face right next to the white undies, near the large wet spot, and gently breathed. Now he could really sense the essence of Alice. He touched gently and slowly with his index finger down her wet line, and found it was very warm and very moist. Then he traced the line back up again, slowly, the other direction. She trembled slightly. His cock had been rock hard for a few minutes in his jeans, but he was thinking her, and for the first time in his life he felt genuinely curious to taste a cunt. More than that, he realized with wonder that he seemingly had an almost visceral hunger for it.

He lifted up his head just slightly, so he could see her face, which was comfortably propped on some pillows.

"May I take these off?" He breathed.

"Yes," she said, and smiled again, encouraging him.

With her lifting up her butt to help him, he managed to gently slide her wet panties all the way down her legs and off of her.

As he came back toward her, she spread her legs, again very slowly, and he saw an even more intimate view of her vagina than he'd had in the bath. 

"Stay there for just a minute, Charlie," Alice said quietly, and he stopped about a foot away from her spread cunt, which seemed fascinating and complex, like Alice herself.

"Many men, Charlie," Alice said, as she looked down at him staring at her, "don't know much about vaginas. There are exceptions, but some don't even know some of the basic parts, or how to make a woman feel good. And some women seem somehow to want men to magically know completely how to please, without us ever having to say or teach them. But as I've learned, the reality is that sometimes you have to teach, and simply say what feels good to you."

"And so," and now she smiled her humorous smile, "Even though you've sort-of met, I'd like to do a little introduction: Charlie, meet my Cunt. Cunt, meet Charlie." she then reached down her hand so she could point and touched herself gently with her index finger, and said, "this soft, hairy, mounded area here is my labia majora, which as you should know since you've had Latin, means big lips." She giggled slightly, since it somehow seemed funny to her. She then moved her finger in toward the center, and said, "this part that sort-of does look like lips is my labia minora, or small, inner lips." She then moved her finger up to the top of where there was a little bud covered by a bit more of the lovely pinkish flesh, and said, "and here, so that you'll know, is my clitoris. It's very sensitive, and so usually you don't want to start there very strong, but gently breathing and gently touching it, as you've already done, is usually just about right. Women almost always take longer than men, but when it gets to the end sometimes you might want to move the hood back," and then she gently pulled back the bit of flesh and suddenly he could see more of her clitoris, "and do some kissing and licking right there." She removed her hand.

"In terms of what I like, it's kind of difficult to say, because it differs with my moods, as well as what things are happening with the particular person I'm with right then. But in general, I like to start with some gentle kisses, especially bristly kisses like you can give me today, up my thighs and closer and closer. And then some kisses all around, getting more intense as they get closer to the center. And then some gentle licks, steadily more intense, and—I think I need to shut up now," she said, "before we lose the mood. When a woman is open this way, I think she's both vulnerable and powerful—in a physical way, but also in a psychological way—okay, now I really do need to shut up!"

But then she laughed.

"Well, I guess I'll say one last thing," she said, laughing more at how contradictory she was, and added: "This is your first cunt, and I know it's all new, and so just explore, enjoy, and do what you want to do, as long you're gentle and you think I might like it." And then she really did shut up for a while.

Thank goodness she'd told him where to start, he thought, as he started slowly kissing at just above the knees, each of her thighs, He gently rubbed his bristles into her as he did it, and she seemed to squirm a little bit. He looked up, and she had a dreamy and happy look on her face, and so he continued, closer and closer.

Then he was there, and he continued slowly kissing from the outer to the inner parts of this complicated, and yet very warm and wet, part of complicated Alice. The essence of Alice, which was sexier than he even remembered it, was musky and yet sweet, and somehow very mysterious. He suddenly wanted to know what Alice tasted like, and slowly and delicately he licked his tongue from the lower part of her inner lips to the upper part. As he did this, he could feel her moving a little and gently pressing up against him. The taste was a milder version of the essence of Alice, and very good. He licked around slowly and gently again, ending up with a tiny kiss on her clitoris.

She was breathing slightly harder, and said in quiet voice that was slightly different from any he'd heard from her before: "Stick your tongue inside of me."

He then slowly and steadily extended his tongue into her, and then ran his tongue gently around inside of her, which was wet and smooth, for about a minute.

"That was good," she said, sounding excited and a little breathless. "And now put one of your fingers, slowly, all the way inside of me."

This seemed amazing and unlikely to him, but then he realized that if a penis could fit inside that a finger was quite a bit a smaller. And so he slowly and gently put the middle finger of his right hand inside of her, and it slid very easily right in. Soon his finger was swallowed completely up by her cunt.

"Now," she said, still sounding excited, "go back and forth, slowly and then more quickly, while gently rubbing, especially on top."

As he began this, she continued, again somewhat breathlessly: "Kiss my clitoris. And then, start licking it. First softly. And then more."

He started gently kissing and then licking her magic bud, as he thought of it, as he kept up—first slowly, and then gradually more rapidly the back and forth with his finger, while gently rubbing at the top.

She started very slowly undulating her pussy against him, and then said in a quiet but slightly urgent whisper, "Yes......Yes."

After another couple minutes of this, she was even more breathless, and was sometimes letting out little "Mmm!" noises that seemed almost involuntary.

"And now," she said, and her voice was somewhat wavery and breathless, "put two fingers inside, and go faster and harder."

To his amazement, her pussy swallowed two of his fingers seemingly as easily as one, and he kept on, going faster and slightly more firmly against the top.

"Now," she said, seemingly barely able to talk as her cunt still slowly undulated up and down and against him, "move the hood back a little. Lick me more and faster."

He exposed a little more more of the magic bud, and licked in a circular and steadily more intense way. It was impossible for him to really know what having a vagina and clitoris was like, but he felt like he could sense what felt good to her, and respond to it, and as he did this he could feel it coming closer and closer. In just a couple of minutes more, he could sense as a convulsion gathered, and then broke, over her her whole body, both inside and out, as a small moaning "uaah!" suddenly escaped her lips. Her cunt bucked against him.

"Don't stop!' she managed to say, and so if anything he increased the speed of his fingers and tongue as a second little moan of "aaah" came at the same time as more convulsions, as well as amazing shivers that he didn't know the human body could do.

And then it happened a third time, but this time almost soundlessly with just lots breathing. He slowed, thinking it was over, but then to his astonishment there was one last convulsive shiver, and she was still. 

He continued resting his mouth gently on her cunt. And then slowly, very slowly and gently, he removed his fingers. And then he just rested his face against the wet warmth of her hairy cunt for comfort. He felt he was touching the core of Alice. Or, one of the cores, anyway.

She said, still somewhat breathless, "Come here, my hard working baby," and he gently crawled up and lay holding her, as she had done for him when she'd given him a blow job. 

"Let me kiss you," she said, smiling, but then he noticed a tear falling from her eye.

He kissed her, and she could sense herself on his face

"Essence of Alice!" she said, and laughed, and then somehow gently transitioned into crying. 

"What's wrong Alice?" He said, worried.

"Nothing," she said, "Just hold me. Sometimes the feelings and emotions are just so intense that I cry a little, that's all. You were good. It was pretty amazing, in fact, for a first time. Actually, it was probably one of the best ones I've had. Maybe in part because I know how you feel about me."

"I love you," he said simply.

"I know," she said, closing her eyes and crinkling up her face a little, as gentle tears streamed down her face.

"Just hold me," she whispered, "But would you cover us with a sheet."

He covered them both with a sheet, and then he held her as quietly as she had held him.

She stopped crying, and quieted. And then her breathing got more and more regular, and deeper, in the dim room with the movie silently flickering in the background. In a few minutes, he felt with surprise that she'd fallen asleep. But then he realized he shouldn't be surprised, because that's exactly what he'd done their first night together. 

For just a minute she snored very softly, before falling into a deeper and quieter sleep. But that seemed charming too. Like her freckles, and her funny voices, and her pussy, and her complicated mind, it was part of what made Alice Alice.



Alice Ch. 07



Almost a page of the first version of this story mysteriously vanished. Apologies. Here's the way it should be... 

*

Alice slept for almost half an hour in his arms, and then started stirring. Her eyelids with their dark lashes fluttered and opened, and then she slowly turned and looked at him. She smiled warmly, in a way that showed that they'd shared a secret.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi beautiful," he said softly.

She stretched, closed her eyes, and made an "Mmmmm" sound.

"Well, I feel relaxed," she announced matter-of-factly, and then slowly got up, completely nude, unselfconsciously revealing her beautiful medium-small breasts and the dark-haired triangle of her cunt. She added, with an ironic smile, "I think we can turn off Star Wars now. It's served its purpose."

With the remote she killed the tv, just as they were gearing up for the final battle on the Death Star.

He couldn't help but laugh, as he realized that she was maybe a little more devious than he knew sometimes.

"I'll be right back," she said, as she sauntered off to the bathroom, with a seemingly un-selfconscious but entrancing swivel of her hips. One of his friends kept saying he liked women's behinds, and that always slightly puzzled him until now. He still liked other parts of a woman better, but he could really begin to see the attraction.

He was happy that he'd successfully gone down on her. Her four orgasms, one after the other, were beyond what he had imagined. And he realized that there was a good chance that now they might move on to other things. Even though they'd had sex three times already, he realized that he finally might be getting very close to losing his virginity.

Then a sinking realization came over him. He had no condoms. It hadn't even crossed his mind until now. How could he have not have thought of it? And the thought of even a small chance of getting Alice, who was not at all related to him, but was in a sense his stepsister, pregnant, made him sick with worry.

"Vat is wrong, Dieter?" Alice said in a faux German-accent, as she sauntered back into the room, now in her short bathrobe and carrying a bottle of body lotion. 

"Nothing, mein Liebchen," he said, in a not-as-good German accent, although he still felt and looked gloomy. Charlie had black curly hair, a black turtle neck and black jeans on, plus two days growth of bristle on his chin, and so he looked slightly like the Mike Meyers character from the skit Sprockets. They'd been joking about that just a couple of hours ago, but it almost felt like a day ago. Then he said in his regular voice, "It's only that I was unprepared for this weekend. I didn't buy any 'protection.'"

"So," she said, continuing with her German accent and getting an even more mischievous look and squinting her eyes, "You presumed that you were going to get to put your Sausage Wurst, your Schwanz, into a beautiful pussy like this?" 

And then she put down the lotion, opened her robe and pointed at the triangle of her cunt that not that long ago he had been worshipping with his mouth and hands. She looked at him mock-accusingly, as he longingly glanced at her pussy.

"Vell," he said, trying to keep up with her humor, "I may have made eine Grosse mistake." But he still felt crestfallen, and knew it was written on his face.

She laughed, and to his surprise closed her robe, hiding her treasures, tied it tightly, and then walked over to him, and smiled.

She put her hand on his arm and said in her normal voice, "It's okay. I'm on the pill."

"Oh," was all he could manage, and to his surprise he still felt worried. Now that there was seemingly almost nothing in the way, he felt new concern, as he wondered what exactly he was supposed to do when making love to Alice, or, as she called it to him, "just having a good fuck."

"If I'm reading you right, Charlie," she said, continuing in her sensitive, normal voice, "you're wondering again about what exactly to do, or even 'how exactly will it go in?'."

"Yeah, I guess. I know: it's stupid."

She kissed him on the lips tenderly, and said, "There are too many real and sad things in the world to worry about. But you don't need to worry about this, especially after what you just did for me. I want you just to relax, let go, and have fun."

Then she got a more sexy look, and said again in her German-accented voice, but this time more quietly, "It vill be good for you, I think, probably very good. And not just for your body, but for your mind even more."

He still didn't know where to start, and somehow even felt shy again about even getting undressed.

His shyness was something with which she was intimately familiar, and she found it both annoying and charming. But having just had some amazing orgasms because of him, and having anticipated that he might be this way, she had already put her mind to getting around it.

"Charlie," she said, in her normal voice, "Just forget about sex for a while. I got out the lotion because I just want to give you a nice back massage. Just take off your Dieter turtle neck. You can leave your jeans on."

That did sound nice, and he smiled.

"Come on, let me take off your turtleneck," she said, and she pulled it slowly off. And then he lay face down on their soft nest of the pad, sheets, and blankets in the living room, scootching over a soft pillow for his head. 

She warmed the lotion in her hands, and then massaged his back for ten minutes, sitting lightly on his butt. He said, "Mmmmmm," in a sensual way a few times, partly in imitation of the way she said it, to show how much he was enjoying her fingers and hands firmly but gently rubbing him. 

He was well and truly relaxed, and his worry was gone, by the time she said, "Now for the leg massage, I just need to slip your pants off. We'll keep your underwear on." And turning over and wrestling a little with his jeans, they came off. His cock was stirring and beginning to get hard, but it was still hidden in his white underwear.

Alice's leg and foot massage as he lay again on his stomach was indeed lovely and sensual, and he was getting simultaneously more relaxed and more turned on.

"Okay," she said, in her matter-of-fact voice, "now it's time for the chest massage. Turn over."

He turned over smiling, and saw that at some point during the back massage Alice had dropped her robe and was completely nude again, and, looking at her breasts and pussy, Charlie very soon had a complete hard-on in his underwear. But Alice still pretended to be matter-of-fact and business-like about the massage.

But when she noticed how obviously he was looking her over, she said, almost innocently, "What? You act liked you've never seen me naked before. Just lie back, relax, and get your massage."

As she leaned forward to massage his chest, her breasts hung down over him in a way that made them seem larger than he'd ever seen them before. And as she massaged with a back and forth motion, her breasts also giggled back and forth too in a way that was amazing. He suddenly wanted to put his mouth on one of her nipples. And even knowing it would look funny, his started comically mimicking the motion of her boobs, with his mouth slightly open.

She smiled, and said, "Uh-uh. Not yet."

Then, to massage lower down and rub his tummy, she sat down lightly with her legs spread, with her cunt right over his rock hard cock. He could feel her heat and wetness, even through his underwear, and he breathed more heavily and had to keep himself from moaning slightly.

"What? Is there something that feels good to you?" She said, smiling, with mock innocence. He smiled and nodded, and she said, "Let's just get these off."

As he lifted himself up, she slipped off his underwear, and his six inch penis with its light purple head flopped onto his belly. She resumed her position slightly higher up, with her legs spread over him without touching him.

She then said in her matter-of-fact voice, "I forgot to tell you. I'm going to show you a really good magic trick." He knew this was one of Alice's jokes, but for a second he actually wondered what it might be.

Then she gently took hold of his cock and lifted it up until it was touching the opening of her vagina, as she had her legs spread right over him. He could see now why some people called it a bearded clam, because it looked a little like that. He stared at his rock hard cock as it touched her spread cunt.

"Now you see it," she said in a deeper and more sensual voice. And then she slowly and steadily impaled herself on his cock. He watched in amazement as inch by inch it disappeared inside of her pussy lips and spread mounds until she completely swallowed it up. He was engulfed, surrounded, and held by a very warm and wet Alice cunt, and the feelings were beyond what he had imagined.

"And now you don't," she said.

He gasped.

She leaned forward until her breasts were lightly touching his chest and lightly kissed him on the lips.

"Now you are inside of me," she said quietly, looking right into his eyes. And then she slowly and gently moved, and he could feel himself moving inside of her warm and firm vagina.

She then kissed him lightly again, and then said in a mock innocent voice as she kept up her slow motions, "What do you think of my pussy?"

"Oh....Alice," in a whisper, was all he could manage.

"I thought you'd like my pussy," Alice said. "She's so soft. She's so warm. And she's so wet."

"Meow!" she said suddenly, and she started moving more quickly.

After a little while, she said in almost her regular voice, "You're kind of thick." She was breathing more heavily now, "and so it makes for a nice fit. It's very hard and strong. Like your feelings for me. And now I have them all the way inside of me." Her face had what he thought of as her horny look as she moved up and down, and she seemed to be really enjoying herself.

She kept moving silently for another couple of minutes. And Charlie was still amazed at the sensations of being inside Alice. He was surrounded gently, wetly, and firmly by the very warm and wet core of her as she was moving up and down. He couldn't describe it, but the feelings were beyond hand or even mouth. Soon he could feel his cum rising to join Alice, and his face showed it.

Alice saw this and started moving even faster, and then she said quietly: "Show me how much you love me."

He couldn't keep it in, and groaned as his face and dick simultaneously showed his raw lust for Alice's cunt, as spurts of sperm squirted inside of her. Alice kept moving, but more slowly, while watching him, and whispering, "yes.....yes.....yes," until it was all done.

She went more and more slowly for a few more seconds, and then she stopped. She paused above him for a minute as he breathed heavily. When it seemed like he was getting his breath, she slowly and gently lay down on top him, relaxing her whole body across him. Her weight on him was delicious as he breathed, even though she squished him a little. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, and he could still feel that his gradually softening cock was still inside her, which felt good. 

"Well," she whispered in his ear, "You're no longer a virgin. Was it a disappointment?"

"Oh my god," he breathed, his voice sounding a little funny because she was on top of him, "I had no idea. Wow."

"I think you mean: 'Oh my goddess,' but I get what you're saying. I'm glad you're not the kind who thinks: 'Is that all there is?' I didn't think you were, but it's good to know." She paused, and lifted her head so that she could look him in the eyes, and then said with an ironic smile, "Your expression when I did my 'magic trick' was priceless."

"I bet," he laughed and tried to breathe at the same time.

"It was almost as good as your expression when you had your petite mort," she said.

"My what?" he said, laughing and looking confused.

"Your 'petite mort,' or little death, is the French term for orgasm. It kind of fits, I think."

He couldn't say anything, but gently laughed at how weird and smart and sexy Alice was.

After another minute, she slowly separated herself from him, and then got up, and said, "You just lie there and recover. I'm going to take a bath, and then make us some dinner."

"Is it that late already?" He felt confused about the time, what with the curtains closed, the sex, and the pot brownies, which were now wearing off.

"No, it's just early afternoon," she said, "But we seem to have skipped lunch. And by the time I take a bath, do dishes, and make us some food it'll be almost dinner time."

"Don't worry about the dishes," he said, "I'll do those." He felt very happy and relaxed, but was still breathing slightly heavily, lying there nude with his wet and slowly shrinking dick on his belly.

"Thanks sweetie," she smiled genuinely, glancing down at him, "That's one of your best qualities. You're generous, both in bed and out of it," and then she sauntered off toward the bath. As he watched her go he, he knew that she could feel his eyes on her, and wondered if she was swiveling her hips and heart-shaped butt a little extra for him.

While Alice took a bath, Charlie got up, put his robe on, and did then dishes. 

And then they switched, and Charlie took a shower while Alice cooked.

As Alice said, when all was said and done it was late afternoon before their meal was close to being ready. Charlie sat at the open bar at the kitchen next to the open-plan dining and living room in the mid-century modern house their parents owned, within which they were having their affair. Charlie happily watched Alice cook, especially since she seemed happy and confident in the kitchen. She had dressed herself in a old-fashioned long red gown without sleeves that showed a bit of cleavage. She looked almost like a lady from a Renaissance painting, and Alice caught him looking at her with admiration, and smiled back at him, enjoying it. She was enjoying looking at him too, because not only was he truly bristly now, and really looking quite handsome, but he looked more relaxed and confident than maybe she'd ever seen him. 

She was making them a big salad with a homemade dressing, along with a vegetable quiche that was already in the oven and making good smells. As she finished the dressing, she wanted him to taste it, and came over with a big bite on a fork.

"Close your eyes and open your mouth," she said, and just before he shut his eyes he saw Alice approaching with one hand holding a fork with a speared cherry tomato and large piece of lettuce drenched in dressing, with the other hand held underneath it to catch drips.

She let him wait for a surprisingly long time. It was only several seconds, but he realized that she was playing another of her little games.

"I'm ready," he said, keeping his eyes closed.

"But are you desperate for it yet?" Alice said, in her slightly sexy voice.

"Um, I don't know about desperate," he laughed, "but I am really hungry and that looked pretty good."

"Try to anticipate what it will be like having your mouth around this luscious bit of salad, worshipping it with your tongue and mouth."

He started giggling at her weird sexual innuendo.

"Okay," he managed to say as he laughed, "enough! I'm desperate for it. End my suffering, sweet Alice."

"Here it comes," she whispered, and then gently put the fork in his mouth, and said in his ear, "Now start chewing and see what you've got."

He did, and it turned out be an amazing and somewhat strong salad dressing, with hints of fresh ginger, soy sauce, olive oil, crushed garlic, balsamic vinegar, and mysterious spices and herbs he couldn't name. And when the little tomato in his mouth exploded as he bit down it was surprisingly sweet and tart at the same time. The salad also had freshly grated bits of parmigiano on it, which added another rich note.

After he swallowed he opened up his eyes, and said, "Wow. I think that's the best salad I've ever tasted in my life. That was amazing."

Alice beamed, and said, "It is good, isn't it? But it's possible that something that happened to you earlier is spinning everything in an even more positive direction. Nothing wrong in that," she added, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

Back in the kitchen, Alice held up a bottle of wine to Charlie, and said, "Do you think Mom and Dad will be mad if we opened this bottle of Kendall Jackson Merlot?" 

"I doubt it," he said, thinking it over. "It's just the regular kind that they like. They're so high on your job right now that I think they'd be fine about it. Although we could always buy another one tomorrow if you want, before they get home."

"Ah, to be upper-middle class," Alice said with a sigh, "and have Kendall Jackson be just your 'regular kind of wine.' Well," she added, looking up at him as she handed him first the bottle, and then the opener, "as long as we're living with them we get to be upper-middle class too."

Since he'd never experienced any other kind of life yet, Alice's musings that came from her years of a much less lavish life in college were mostly lost on him. But he suddenly realized that unless he got a really good job right out college, he wouldn't be living in the casual and yet luxurious style in which his parents lived, and which he'd just taken for granted all of his life.

"Pour each of us glasses, Charlie. It probably won't be quite as amazing as my salad, but I bet it's going to be a lovely and complex wine. It probably doesn't quite 'pair' with the dinner," she added with a smile, "but who cares?"

As they brought the food to the table, Alice saw that Charlie had set it nicely with cloth napkins, and had put some candles out that he now lit.

"Very nice," Alice said in her sly way, as she placed the quiche on a hot pad, "you're giving me candles and wine with dinner, Charlie. What are your intensions for me? Not honorable, I hope," and she smiled mischievously. 

"Well," he said, honestly, "at the moment I'm so hungry I'm mainly thinking about the food. But, you do actually look delicious in that dress."

"I do, don't I?" she said, glancing down at her cleavage, before slicing them each big pieces of veggie quiche and putting them on their plates. "I have to admit I save this dress for special occasions. But this qualifies."

She sat down at the side of the table, next to where he was sitting, at her insistence, at the head. And then she said, "Can we do Quaker grace?"

Alice was Jewish if she was anything, but she liked to take small parts of different religions and blend them together into her own weird melange of beliefs that were uniquely her own.

"What's that?" he said, hoping they weren't about to have some weird religious moment that would break the mood. Charlie was devout atheist, if that even made sense, and he was beginning to realize it probably didn't. But to humor Alice he tried to be an agnostic, and to be at least open to experiencing the impossible-to-prove "mysteries" of life and the universe, as she called them.

"It's simple," she said. "Some Quakers just hold hands and close their eyes silently before a meal. Nothing is said, for if I understand it right god is both very distant, and, at the same time very present for them. The divine isn't some old man in the sky, but instead the good in each person, especially the good that helps other people. And so, as they just hold hands, they feel thankful for the people who are with them, and for their good food. And then they feel the good energies of life flowing between them."

This was typical of Alice's nutty, and yet as far as he could tell, essentially harmless ideas about life and religion. He had to admit that some of her ideas seemed more true to him than they used to, but mainly he tried to just humor her. And at this moment as they held hands and closed their eyes, he realized that even this was part of what he loved about Alice, because her search for the deeper meanings in life was always positive and life-affirming. And he definitely could feel the good in her, and he could smell the good in the food that she'd made for them. To his astonishment, he began to feel an emotional moment coming on, when suddenly she squeezed his hands.




Alice Ch. 07



They opened their eyes simultaneously, and she smiled at him and said with her horny look, "Let's eat!"

They ate their food rapidly, barely talking for a while as they satisfied their pent-up hunger. And Charlie could see Alice start to get a little flushed as she finished her glass of wine. As she promised, the wine had a complex and deep taste on Charlie's tongue, and he felt himself begin to get the relaxed tipsy feeling that he'd had for the first time during their beer and pizza party a few days earlier. 

"So, Charlie," Alice finally said, "you seemed to enjoy it, but I haven't yet asked what you thought of going down on me."

"I liked it. It was very....sensual" he said, using a word he'd heard Alice use. He realized his shyness about things like this was rapidly evaporating. A little of it was the wine, but more of it was that he felt different now that he wasn't a virgin.

"But what," Alice said, smiling and pouring herself some more wine, "exactly did you like about it? About me? I guess what I'm trying to say is, some men seem to do it out of sense of duty, or like it's a big favor. It's less common to have a man who seems to have a...hunger for it? Did you feel that, or was that my imagination?"

"Yeah, it was like a hunger," he said, laughing a little.

"Part of that was probably the pot," Alice replied, matter-of-factly.

"Really?" He said. But then as he thought about laughing and having his face in Alice's crotch, he realized that that was something he never would have done if not for the pot brownie. He laughed as he thought of that, and added, "Yeah, you're right, part of it was the pot."

"Like I said," Alice smiled as she sipped more of her wine, "it can make you hungry for new tastes. Some of that I planned, but it worked out much better than I ever could have imagined. It tickled me in a good way when you were laughing into my jeans, breathing your warm breath on my pussy. It really warmed me up, as you could tell. I'm a naturally horny woman, but the pot amplifies that for me. And then you're looking so cute that you're actually hot today."

He just laughed again at the memory, not sure of what to do as she flirted with him, but he could feel his dick begin to stir and grow.

"It was fun to see how surprised you were that my panties got a little wet. And it felt good how you touched my pussy lips through my panties, and then when you got them off how you just licked me in such a hungry way. I got what I wanted: you were desperate for me!" She paused, then added, sipping her wine again, "How was I, by the way?"

He said, remembering warmly, "It was like the 'essence of Alice,'" 

"Which is like....?" She asked, holding her wine glass, genuinely curious.

"Sweet and yet musky. Mysterious, and even magical."

"I'm still mysterious and even 'magical'?" Alice laughed.

"Yeah. To me you are," Charlie said, laughing a little too, and then added, "One of the things that surprised me was it seemed like you *really* went on and on."

"You mean how I came four times?" Alice said, remembering and blushing.

"Yeah, that was amazing," he said, and then added, "and the motions!"

Alice flushed a little, and it wasn't just the wine, and said, "You mean when I was bucking against your face when I came? I told you that you were going to get a close encounter with my pussy, but I bet that went even beyond your imagination."

"It was totally beyond my imagination," he admitted, and then added thoughtfully, "You know I'm not religious like you, Alice, but there was something that was not just sexual, but seemed almost spiritual at the same time. Like....." He trailed off, and then added, "I don't know what I'm trying to say. Sorry."

"No, Charlie, I want to hear it," Alice said, clearly very interested, "Go on. Please."

"Well," Charlie said, trying to find the words, "This might sound weird, but I felt I was touching a core of you—a warm and wet core of Alice," he laughed a little.

"I was warm and wet alright," she said, and smiled. "Somehow, in part in part because of the pot, but more because of what you were doing, I felt *really* turned on, and really open. I felt I could just open myself up and let you see the other face of who I am. And it seemed like you could almost feel what I was feeling."

"It was almost like I could feel what you were feeling. I had fantasized about your," he hesitated just a second, then said it,"cunt for so long, that it was amazing having you right there. Like you said, it was almost like your 'other face.'"

"One of my many avatars *is* my pussy," Alice said, with one of her little musings. She continued, "In Hinduism, each god or goddess has multiple faces or avatars, and so in a way that's one of mine. Just like your dick, maybe especially when its hard, is one of your avatars. As John Lennon sang in 'I Am the Walrus': 'Everybody's got one!'"

"Is that what he's singing?" Charlie asked, "'Everybody's got one'?"

"Yeah," Alice said, "I read it in an interview that Lennon did. He just meant everybody's got a penis or a vagina."

Charlie looked at her with amazement again. He'd heard the word trippy before, but being with Alice was definitely that.

"You're lucky, by the way, that you like the taste of my cunt," Alice added, with one of her humorous expressions, "it might even add years on to your life."

Charlie was giggling and rolling his eyes at her as he said, without self-consciousness, "I'm glad that we're fucking each other's brains out. And I'm glad we're giving each other the 'little death,' or whatever you called it in French, but I can't pretend I understand what you're talking about now!"

"Well," Alice said, still sexy sounding: "in Daoism a woman has three sacred juices. One comes from her mouth," and Alice put her right index finger on her tongue and got it wet with spit, and then touched down Charlie's left cheek, making a little line. "Another sacred juice is from her breasts," Alice said, and looked down and then glanced up at him, inviting his eyes to look at the luscious cleavage shown by her dress, "but unfortunately I'm not giving any milk right now. Maybe someday when I'm married and have had a baby, I'll let you nurse my milk--if you're very lucky. And the most powerful juice of a woman," she finished, "is from the 'cave of her tiger,' as they call it. In other words, from her pussy cat. This juice is so powerful it can even extend the life the man who licks it."

"You're kidding me!" Charlie laughed.

"I'm serious," she said, and surprisingly, she looked that way, "and I think it's probably true in a lot of cases."

"Okay," he said, not knowing what else to say, and still giggling a little from the wine and the funny and sexy things that Alice said.

"Part of sex," Alice said, "is going beyond the barrier of being a separate individual, and merging, just for a few minutes, with another human being. Doing that can make you feel the oneness of the universe."

"Okay," Charlie said, "can we do that now?" In spite of how weird the conversation had been, he'd slowly been getting more and more horny, and his cock was hard and twitching.

"Do you want me?" Alice said, coyly.

"Yes." He said, a little breathless and beginning to tremble a little.

"How much do you want me?" She added, and slowly licked her lips.

"A lot," he admitted, breathing heavily.

"Okay," she said, "I want you to take off your clothes, got over to our nest, lie down, and close your eyes."

She took his hand and led him from the table, and this time he didn't feel shy as they walked over together to their nest of sheets, blankets, and pillows in the nearby living room. He took off his shirt, and then he unzipped and started pulling off his jeans and his underwear, and his already fully erect cock sprang free. He noticed Alice was just watching him, and not yet getting undressed. 

"I like how you salute me." She said quietly.

"I want to do more than just salute you," he said, in a horny and even serious voice that surprised even him.

"Promises, promises," she said, smiling but looking a little surprised at his directness herself, "but first I'd like your help taking off my dress," and she turned around and lifted up her hair so that he could unzip her red dress. He gently moved the zipper down her back, revealing that didn't have a bra on, which he already knew, and as she shrugged the dress off of her shoulders and it dropped to the floor, he saw the rounded heart shape of her butt.

She turned around, and he shamelessly stared in a hungry way at the mysterious furry triangle of her cunt, and then up to the swell of her beautiful breasts, that somehow defied gravity and pointed their small nipples slightly up, and then up to her red lips and brown eyes. 

"I can tell you like my Bermuda triangle," she said, smiling. "Watch out," she raised her eyebrows, "you might get lost in it. Now lay down on your back and let me kiss you."

He did as she said, and laid own on their nest with the piles of pillows around, his dick hard and twitching.

"Close your eyes," she said, and he did, "and now kiss me."

He then felt her soft and warm lips and then she opened her mouth and he did too, and he felt her wet tongue. As he slowly put his tongue into her mouth, she sucked on it hard. And then she stuck her tongue into his mouth, and she moved it back and forth strong n a thrusting motion. When they separated, they were both breathless.

"Keep your eyes closed," she said, and he could feel her getting up and moving around, and then coming back closer to him, "and now French kiss me again, sticking your tongue in me."

But something was different. At the last second he sensed the essence of Alice before she slowly lowered her hairy spread cunt onto his mouth and sat on his face.

(to be continued.) 



Alice Ch. 08



(It's best to begin at the beginning. Although if you want to just skip to where it gets really racy, start on the chapter with the Truth or Dare game.)



"Close your eyes," Alice said, and Charlie did as he was asked, as he lay there nude and erect on their "nest" in the living room. "And now kiss me," she added.

He then felt her soft and warm lips touch his, and then she opened her mouth and he did too, and the tips of their tongues met and tasted sweet. As he slowly put his tongue into her mouth, she gently sucked on it. And then she stuck her tongue into his mouth, and started moving it back and forth, over and over, getting more firm as she went. It almost made him laugh when he realized she was tongue fucking him. When their mouths separated, they were both breathless.

"Keep your eyes closed," she said, and he could feel her getting up and moving around, and then coming back closer to him, "and now French kiss me again, sticking your tongue into me like you did before."

But something was different this time. As he lay there with his eyes closed, at the last half second he sensed the essence of Alice as she slowly lowered her hairy spread cunt onto his mouth and gently sat on his face.

His opened his eyes in surprise, and from his point of view her cunt was now huge and engulfing him. Then he recovered himself, and slowly stuck his tongue into her moist vagina, french kissing her pussy.

He could breathe through his nose, but it wasn't completely easy, as he was being coated with her musky sweetness. He had loved and lusted after Alice and her cunt so much that it hurt. And now she was touching him, and he was touching her, in a way he had never even imagined. 

She lifted herself up just an inch so that he could breathe better for a few seconds, and she looked down at him, seeming very happy with herself. She said, "You were so hungry for me. So now eat me," and then she lowered herself again onto his mouth, with her arms balancing on stacks of pillows, almost smothering him again with her moist and hairy twat. 

He put his tongue into her, and then licked her like his life depended on it, slowly zeroing in on her magic place. 

"Mmmmmm," she said, "yes. Keep going." She began to very slightly rock back and forth, gently rubbing her pussy on his face, sometimes almost swallowing his nose in her hairy wet folds of flesh. His realized that face was being fucked.

And he kept thinking to himself that his face was being fucked by Alice's cunt. She is like a goddess to me, he thought, a female messiah. In his horny, tipsy state he thought: Her messy hairy cunt is messianic to me. It was nonsense, and he knew it, but still the thought kept winding its way through his lust-addled mind as her sweet and musky pussy rubbed against his face, as his tongue went in and out of her. And then he started licking her clitoris, gently at first, and then more urgently.

In just a few minutes, she started trembling. Alice's was indeed humping Charlie's face as he made love to her with his mouth, and somehow it was working.

"Oh my god!" she finally said pressing against him, "keep going!"

He licked faster, and suddenly her cunt quivered against his face in a way that told him she'd come. Her legs were trembling too, and she simultaneously laughed and groaned and said, "I.....can't...stay....here... any more!" and got off of him, and collapsed next to him breathing hard.

He'd made her come again, and he was a little bit proud of it. He watched her breathing hard as she lay next to him with her legs halfway together, her breasts heaving as she breathed.

He couldn't help himself from looking at the wet pussy fur between her legs. He was still hungry for it, but in a different way. His cock was hard and throbbing.

She saw him looking at her, and knew he was looking at her bermuda triangle, as she'd called it. And then she looked over at his twitching cock. She could feel his hunger for her, but she didn't want to let him know--at least not yet.

"Mmmm." She said, still breathing hard, "Please cover me with the sheet."

As as he slowly covered her up she turned over to lay on her stomach.

"I want a back massage," she said, in a sexy kitten-ish voice.

"OK." He laughed. "You're really getting full service here," he said.

"Yeah. Why not," she said in her normal voice again.

And so he got some lotion from the nearby bottle, rubbed it into his hands to warm it up, saying, "I'm going to have to uncover you again, at least part way."

"Yeah, but just my back."

He slowly pulled down the sheet, leaving her beautiful long back exposed until just before the swell of her butt. And then he started to gently and then more firmly massage her. He massaged in slow circular patterns, starting at the top, and working his way down, getting firmer as he went. 

Once in a while he glanced down at his cock, which was still standing at complete attention and waving back and forth.

"Mmmmmmm!" she said, after several minutes, reveling in the pleasure. 

And then she added, "massage my butt!"

Charlie uncovered just the top of her butt, and got more lotion, which he then rubbed and pressed into her rounded butt cheeks. 

"Harder!" She said. And so he rubbed harder into her butt cheeks, and as he did so he noticed she was slowly separating her legs.

"Mmmmmm!," Alice said again, and then she added, "Remember how when you rubbed sunblock into me a while ago when we were laying out by the pool, and yout were looking at the bottom of my bathing suit, and wondering what I would look like underneath?"

"Yeah," Charlie said, breathing hard and remembering, and his almost purple-headed cock, which had slowly fallen to about half mast started jerking up again into a full erection.

"Well," Alice said, and she turned her head around and looked at his now rock-hard cock, "then I think you should pull the sheet down and look at me. Although it hardly seems that you need it!"

"What?" Charlie said, as she kept staring at his twitching dick.

"I want you to see something," she said, and slowly spread her legs even wider underneath the sheet. "It's a surprise that I think you'll like."

"Another surprise!?" Charlie said and laughed. "You're giving me surprises like this is the only weekend like this we'll ever have!"

The moment he said it he knew it was a mistake. Because he knew it was true.

Alice looked pained, and she looked away from his boner, which then started slowly wilting. 

He suddenly realized that this would probably be their last weekend of love like this, as his hard-on continued to slowly lose some of its strength.

"Don't think about that," Alice said in a more serious tone, and laid her face again down flat, adding, "just pull the sheet down and see what was underneath my swimsuit that day."

His cock was now just a semi. He was stricken by the thought that this was the only weekend they'd ever have like this. Was there another way? Given that they were stepsister and stepbrother, was there another way for them? He couldn't see it.

"Stop thinking. Take off the sheet, Silly!" Alice said, and he could tell that at this moment she had to be obeyed.

And so he slowly removed the sheet from her heart-shaped butt, and lowered it down until it was off of her spread legs completely.

Between Alice's spread legs, as she lay on her stomach, was revealed, as she knew it would be, her hairy cunt again, in all of its glory.

He stared at the her inner pinkish-brown pussy lips, which were slightly spread, surrounded by the hairy mounds of her outer pussy, just below the roundness of her butt. His cock started rising again.

"Do you like what you see?" Alice said, and turned around to see his cock jerking up yet again into a full erection.

"Oh," Alice said, "I like it when you do that! No need to answer. I can see that you do. What *are* you going to do with that thing?" She said, in a sly way.

"Does it work," Charlie said, in a slightly hoarse voice, "from back here?"

"Oh yes," Alice said, "Just grab hold of it and put it in. I'm all ready and wet....I'll be waiting for you," she added in her kittenish voice, and turned her face forward again, and then spread her legs even farther apart and angled her cunt up to receive his cock.

She was offering herself in a way that touched not just his dick, but also his heart. He loved her so much it hurt. He held his dick and positioned himself. It was a little difficult, but when he was right over her, he slowly plunged himself into her waiting vagina. Like before it was so wet, and so warm, and so firm in the way it held him. He lay gently over her, and then started moving back and forth, slowly fucking her, which seemed the most natural thing in the world. 

"Yes, Charlie," Alice said, "Oh yes."

He started slow, but felt it would be even better faster, and started pumping into her faster and faster.

"Yes Charlie!" She said.

Now he was pumping into her cunt faster and deeper than ever before. He didn't even know he could move that way, but it was something deep and primal. His face was next to hers, and he could see her face and her whole body moving to his motions. She turned her head a little toward him as he bounced her back and forth, and he could see she was smiling at him, and then licking her beautiful lips.

He went even faster, fucking Alice's went cunt until—

"Uuuuuuugh!" he grunted as he shot his second load into her for the day. He kept pumping and breathing heavily onto her neck and face. It was pleasant for her to feel his passion for her even as it was spent.

She waited a few seconds as he collapsed on her and kept breathing against her, and then she said,"Works like a charm, doesn't it?" And then she added, trying to look back at him, "that didn't take you long."

"I'm.... sorry!" he said, still breathing heavily. 

"No, that's ok. I think you needed that. And you've certainly been looking after my needs. Now come and cuddle me," she said. And Charlie slowly and reluctantly pulled his softening cock out of her, and then she turned over onto her back, exposing again her beautiful pointed breasts, and he collapsed next to her.

"Cover us up, and hold me," she said in a soft voice, and so he managed to raise himself and get the sheet over them, and then lay curled around her, with left hand gently cupping her right breast. 

"I love you, Alice," he whispered to her.

"I can tell," she answered, and he could hear the smile in her voice.

With startling suddenness he felt completely exhausted. He closed his eyes and soon his breathing was even and he could feel himself drifting off into a magical post-orgasmic dream world. This was a world that only seemed to come when he was with Alice. Having an organism by himself, he realized, was a good enough, but really was just a different thing.

And then Charlie slept deeply.

When he awoke he could tell it had been longer than most naps he'd had in his life.

He stretched and said, "Sorry, I feel asleep."

"Yeah," Alice answered. "I think you've been asleep for about an hour. You must have needed it. I think I wore you out."

His left hand was still on her right breast, and in a minute or so, in his whimsical way, he decided this wasn't fair. Each of her breasts was equally beautiful, and so, after very gently touching the little nipple of her right boob, he slowly moved over to left breast, and felt that equally wonderful bouncy globe with its equally beautiful nipple. And then he wanted to feel Alice's beautiful belly, and he very slowly traced down there and gently touched her belly button.

"You're tickling me!" She said, giggling and wiggling a little bit. 

He froze, and she said, "But don't stop, it feels good." And so he gently tickled back up to her breasts again, and then her neck, and then touched her lips, and then traced back down again, slowly, to her belly. He paused there, for a second, and then started tracing lower, till her reached the start of the fur of her cunt.

His cock twitched, and started growing.

He draped his hand all the way over her still wet twat, and, when she didn't object, he slowly put a finger into her.

His dick was now hard and throbbing, and pressing insistently on Alice's side.

"You're kidding me," she said with wonder, and reached over to feel his rock cock. 

"Oh my god!" She added. "You just can't get enough of me." She smiled, and then added, "Well come on, baby, here I am," and she spread her legs wide gently pushing with her hands, guiding him to get on top of her. 

He hesitated for a just second, looking down yet again at Alice's triangle of fur and flesh that pulled him so powerfully. 

He got on top of her, and found he didn't even need to use his hand to guide his dick, for it was angled just right, and then it slid right in. 

He started fucking her again, but this time more slowly and deliberately, looking her in the eyes, and telling her once in a while, in almost a fierce way, that he loved her. 

She looked at this new, slightly more aggressive Charlie with some wonder, as he fucked her steadily for many minutes, slowly but surely getting faster.

Eventually, she could feel her pleasure start to rise. It was almost always pleasant to be fucked, and sometimes it was really exciting, but she realized that this was one of the very few times she might go all the way when being fucked this way.

"Oh....Charlie!" she said, in a way she hadn't ever quite before, squinting her eyes a little and curling up her lips a bit as he fucked her with mounting intensity. "Oh Charlie. Faster!"

He fucked her even faster, and having come just an hour before he finally had control, and could be inside her wet, warm, firm, and loving pussy without letting go. He watched as her breasts bouncing back and forth rapidly as he pumped himself inside of her. In another few minutes he could see her face changing as she closed her eyes.

"Ahhhh!" she said as she came, and then she opened her eyes in surprise. He kept looking right at her seriously as he pumped into her several more times, keeping eye contact, feeling not just lust but also almost a touching of their souls. And then he finally let himself go with an echoing "AAHHH!"

He collapsed on her, and their sweaty bodies mingled for a minute. And then he slowly separated himself and curled around next to her again, pulling up the sheet.

"I came," she said simply, still breathing heavily. "Wow." Then she was silent for a minute.

"That was one of the best I've ever had in my life," she added. "Very intense. It was almost like you were a different person when you were fucking me that time."

"I am. I guess," he said quietly.

It was somehow too intense a moment to laugh, which is what they would have normally done. Instead Alice, as Charlie had done before, rapidly feel into a deep sleep.

Like him, she slept for almost an hour, and he quietly lay next to her, watching her, listening to her breath, and thinking.

Finally she stirred, and then woke up.

"Still wow," she said, smiling and stretching.

He let her do that for a minute, and smiled at her, but then said: "Alice, I need to tell you something important." He said it somberly.

Alice suddenly looked worried and even stunned.

"It's something that you already know," he added.

Alice's voice was higher than usual as she said very quietly, "yes?" She looked and sounded like she was about to cry.

"It's over," he said simply.

The moment hung in the air for a second, and then her face crumpled like a piece of paper, and she started quietly weeping. "I know," she said, beginning to sob. A few seconds later she buried her face into his chest, as a small, heartrending wail escaped from her. After a minute, with effort, she started breathing more evenly, but it was an effort, and she was almost panting.

She sat up, and through her tears and red eyes, tried to use her business-like, matter-of-fact voice, and she said, "I was just going to say, if you asked, that is, that maybe we could be very careful. Mom and Dad would never know, and..." she trailed off as she saw the expression on his face.

"If they ever did know, it would break their hearts," he said. "It would cause everybody pain. It wouldn't be bringing good into the world, like you've taught me."

She looked at him more calmly, getting a small amount of comfort from his words as he continued.

"As you know, Alice, I'm an agnostic at best. But you have taught me to appreciate some of the mysteries of the world, and accept them. I feel right now that us getting together was one of those mysteries, and was maybe it meant to be. But just as much, I feel in my bones that we were also meant now to be Stepbrother and Stepsister."

A look of anguish crossed her face again as she felt what he was saying was true. She said, "oh god," which came out like a small sob.

She halfway composed herself again and said, in a soft voice, weeping quietly but now smiling, "I knew I was going to break your heart. But I didn't know you were going to break mine too."