33 comments/ 289118 views/ 174 favorites 30 Days - Episode 01 By: zooeyaudrey The Night Before Day One A black, two-door Honda Accord pulled into the driveway with the headlights off and without the stereo playing. As soon as it reached its spot, the engine was shut off. Brian and Mira sat in the front seat and held their breath, waiting for the lights in the one-story house to come on and their parents to come and stand at the front door. Neither happened. "Do you think they heard us?" Mira asked. Brian was looking the house over for signs of activity. There was none. "No, I don't think so." Mira collected her belongings into her bag. She stopped and looked over at Brian. "Do you think they know we're late?" Brian was still checking the house. "That," he said, "I don't know." He paused. "It's all your fault anyways." Purposefully, he didn't look at her as he took the keys from the ignition. Their curfew had been about an hour and a half ago. Brian had spent most of that hour and a half searching for his sister (well, step-sister) at the party they were now returning from. She had to have been off with some fucking guy the whole time. Though Brian had no concrete proof of that. "Sorry," she mumbled at him. "I was...occupied." "Yeah, I figured." "What's that supposed to mean?" Defensive. What's it any of your fuckin' business anyway? "Nothing," he said, opening his door gently. "Come on. And don't slam the door." They got out of the car and Brian started towards the front door of the house. "Psst!" Mira hissed, trying to quietly get his attention. He stopped and looked back at her. "No," she spoke in a forced whisper, "the front door is too close to their bedroom. They'll hear it. Come on, I left my window unlocked. We can get in that way." Brian nodded and started moving back towards her. It made sense. The house had three bedrooms. The biggest, their parents room, was at the right end of the house, maybe ten feet away from the front door. Brian and Mira's bedrooms were at the opposite end of the house. They tiptoed around the side of the house. "I assume you've done this before," Brian sarcastically commented, whispering. "Yeah," she replied glancing back at him momentarily, then added evasively, "once or twice." They turned at the back corner of the house and started moving along the rear wall. Mira stopped suddenly, making Brian almost fall over her. Shit. "What? Why did you stop?" "The light," Mira whispered. "The light is on in their bedroom. See?" She pointed to the window ahead. Light was glowing and spilling out into the dark night, creating a large, yellow rectangle on the grass that gradually faded into the black as it got further from its source. "Shit!" Brian whispered. "What do we do? They're up. They fucking know we're not home." "I don't know," Mira replied. She was quiet while she thought about it. "I say we just go ahead and sneak in. Then just hope for the best. Maybe tomorrow they'll assume they just didn't hear us come in." Brian wasn't sure. "You really think that could happen?" Mira shrugged. "I don't know. What I do know is if we just walk in now, then we're definitely in trouble. At least this way there's a chance, even if it is wishful thinking." Brian pondered her thought for several seconds. Having decided that she was probably right, he nodded his head in agreement. It won't fucking work, but at least this way there was a sliver of chance to not be in trouble. "Okay," Mira said. "Come on." She started inching her way along the rear of the house and Brian followed. They took light, soft steps, conscious and on the lookout for any obstacle that might give them away, like stepping on a branch or something. They made it right up to the glowing window when Mira stopped again. "I'm gonna see what's going on in there. Maybe they fell asleep with the light on or something." Brian didn't think that was likely to have been the case, but nodded his head in agreement anyways. Mira took a few deep breaths, steadying her nerves. Then, slowly, very slowly, she moved her head to peek around the side of the window. She quickly snapped it back though. "What?" Brian asked. "What is it? Are they awake?" Mira nodded her head while she calmed down enough to tell him. She looked at him. "They're having sex." Brian was stunned for a second. Wasn't expecting that. "What?" Mira leaned forward so she could whisper in his ear. "I said they're in there fucking." She pulled back away from him and watched for his reaction. He didn't know if it was the idea of the sex evidently going on in there or it was the way Mira's breath whispered 'fucking' in his ear, but he got a little hard right then. "Really?" he asked. Mira nodded. He looked at her. Then to the window. "Here," Mira whispered, "see for yourself." She scooted to move out of the way. Sliding in front of him, the curve of her ass brushed against the bulge developing in his pants. She paused for a split second in that instant, but finished her move. Brian looked at her again, unsure. What was that? These sorts of things never happened to him. He wouldn't even have been here to witness any of this if it hadn't been for Mira and her party. On any other given Friday, he probably wouldn't have gone anywhere. She nodded him on, and he stepped into the same position Mira had just stepped away from. He peered around the side of the window. Holy shit. The view he had was of the bed from its left side, four or five feet away. His stepmother, Tyran, was laying on her back in the middle of the bed. His father, Ralph, was on top, his arms propping his torso above her like he was at the apex of a push-up while he pumped into her from between her spread legs. Ralph had a fairly rapid tempo going and the force of his penetrations forced Tyran's legs to flail wildly around in the air while, at the same time, her firm, plump tits bounced and rebounded back and forth. Brian had always thought that the shapely 37-year-old was alluringly beautiful. Her long, light brown hair, wistfully highlighted with various shades of blonde, was always just right, without looking like it was trying to. She had these sparkling blue eyes that always seemed just on the edge of flirty when she looked at you. Well, to me, anyways. Her body, though he never really saw her exercise, seemed completely toned. A lot of women, he noticed, wanted to kill her for it. And most men, he knew, would kill to be on it. In some of his more interesting dreaming at night while he slept, he had been all over it once or twice. Though, this was the first time he had ever seen her without any clothes on. And it was entrancing. Mira moved to the far side of the window and stealthily leaned in past the frame so she could watch, too. Though the windows were sound insulated, the look on her mom's face and the back and forth of arching her back to thrusting her hips up to meet each thrust looked to Mira like she was having an orgasm. Brian glanced over at Mira, who kept her eyes on the action. The five-and-a-half foot blonde was absently tracing her fingertips around the black tube top over her perky breasts. Her nipples were hard, and she seemed to be focusing her light touch on them. Brian looked back into the bedroom. He was getting aroused, too. His cock was hardening, looking at his stepmother getting fucked. It was wildly stimulating, watching like this. Much more than any of the porn he had. His father slammed hard into Tyran's body and held his cock in her. Then pulled back and slammed hard, holding in buried again. And again, one last time. Mira watched as her stepfather collapsed, spent, down on top of her mother. Tyran wrapped her arms around him, soothingly stroking his hair, and she finally let her legs down to rest on the bed. Mira paid attention when he immediately pulled out of the arms and rolled off her mom, his deflating shaft pulling out of her and into Mira and Brian's sight. Ralph - his cock - was average. Completely average. Really, it's slightly smaller than average, I would think. Fuck. Mira was kind of disappointed. It seemed so anti-climatic. The way her mom looked to be carrying on as she was being fucked, Mira thought that he had to have been packing a huge cock. Or maybe her mom was just trying to make him think he was. Sorry, Mom. Out of curiosity, a stray thought flashed in her mind. She looked over and down at Brian's crotch. There was definitely a bulge there. Hard to tell how big he is, though. She didn't really know why she'd even care, it just seemed like an appropriate time to wonder about it for a moment. "Come on," Mira whispered, "let's get inside before they can leave the bedroom." When they reached the window in Mira's room, she knelt down and produced a flathead screwdriver from some hidden spot that Brian wasn't really paying attention to. She used it to raise the window up from the sill enough to get her fingers under it, then quickly lifted it up the rest of the way. "Shit, Mira," Brian scoffed as she handed him the screwdriver, "do this a lot, do you?" "Give me a hand," Mira whispered. Brian lifted her up and she climbed through the window. Brian followed right on her heels. Mira walked quietly over to her door and cracked it open, looking out in the hall. "All clear," she whispered. Brian nodded and with his own quick glances confirming hers, he stepped out into the hall and moved as quick as he could to his room directly across the hall. Once inside, he sat down on his bed. The image of his stepmother being fucked playing in a loop on the little screen in his head. He felt his cock starting to get hard again. After he stripped out of his clothes, he turned out the light and rested back on his bed. Taking his hard cock in his hand, Brian began to slowly stroke it as the loop cycled back to the beginning of the sex scene he had just witnessed. Mira, in her room, had changed out of her party clothes and into a pajama top and loose, Scooby-Doo boxers. Her tight little frame reached up into the top of her closet and took an old shoebox from the back. Mira carried it over to her bed and climbed onto the mattress. Laying back on her bed, Mira snaked her right hand down her stomach and inside the boxers. She hadn't bothered with panties, so immediately her fingers dropped into the hot folds of her sex. She rubbed herself slowly, small bursts of sensation making her body squirm on the bed. Brian was stroking more rapidly now. His hand moved to match the motion of Tyran being pounded that he was seeing in his head. It was no longer his dad, but it was him now in the memory with her. He saw those round, full tits, bouncing, moving below him as he fucked her from on top. She held her legs up in the air and they had hopped around at each and every thrust. Mira raised her hips off the mattress and pushed the boxers down to her ankles with her left hand and her legs while she kept rubbing her clit with the right. Eyes closed and mouth open with staggered breathing, Mira's left hand reached over, found the shoebox and opened it. Feeling around inside, she found and took out her dildo. While her right hand continued its labial massage, she moved the 6", relatively thick, black rubber cock down to her pussy. Coating the tip of it with some of her copious fluids, Mira put the tip of it at her entrance and steadily buried the whole length inside her. Brian was stroking furiously now. He was close to exploding. He saw Tyran having her orgasm, arching her back, thrusting her hips, thrusting her tits up into the air, pushing up into him with her hips. Then he came, grunting through gritted teeth. Blasts of the creamy fluid landing and coalescing all over his torso. He was breathing heavily from his orgasm. In his mind, Tyran was radiant after she came, laying there holding her spent lover. Kissing him all over, telling him how much she loved his cock in her. Fuck, the imagination has never been that vivid before. Shit. Having gathered his breath, he climbed out of bed, found his shirt on the floor and wiped himself off with it. He tossed it, and the other clothes he had worn into a hamper in the corner before returning to his bed and climbing under the covers. Mira's right hand had switched from rubbing her clit to fucking herself hard with the dildo. Her left hand had unbuttoned enough of the pajama top to uncover her naked tits, which she now rubbed, squeezed and teased. Her body lurched up when the first blast of her orgasm exploded and she landed on her side. Her hand was still trying to fuck her with the dildo, but was being prevented from doing so by the thighs squeezed together that had locked her arm in place. She lay there for a minute, without moving, after her orgasm had subsided. She was breathing, panting heavily, and slightly, soothingly, in the afterglow her hand was still caressing her soft breast. Mira slowly pulled the toy out of her, and felt it's disappearance from inside of her. God, that thing is so much better than Stephen. 'Seven inches isn't that big if it's a pencil, and doesn't matter at all if you can't use it for longer than two minutes, asshole'. She put it back in the box, then pulled the boxers back up into place. Rolling over to the edge of the bed, she slid the box under it. She didn't feel like getting up to put it back in the closet. Mira got under the covers and soon fell into a pleasant sleep. ====== Day One - Saturday 11:34 AM Brian woke up, rubbed his sleepy eyes a little and looked at the clock on his nightstand through a thin haze that hadn't yet disappeared from his eyes. It read 11:34. 'Hell' upside down. He wondered if he should take it as a sign. He hoped not. After waiting for his morning wood to subside and putting on a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt, Brian emerged from his room to be hit with the aroma of food cooking. But he had to visit the bathroom first. Brian saw Tyran at the stove cooking when, after having relieved himself, he went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. He immediately realized that he couldn't see her the same way as he always had. Not after watching her last night. Where before he might not have even noticed it, now he was wishing the top of the robe she wore could open just the slightest bit more so that he could glimpse what he knew were bare breasts underneath. Before, he probably wouldn't have even glanced down, but now, his eyes followed the graceful concave curve at the small of her back flow out into the smooth convex curve of her ass. If it was yesterday morning, it might not have ever occurred to him that when she took a step, as she just had to get butter from the refrigerator, the bottom half of her robe opened up the middle revealing the slightest bit of an inner thigh. Now, though, he knew that it would be just the few, tortuous inches from the top of that gap that he would fantasize moving his hand through for the next few hours. "Good morning," Brian said, taking his eyes from her body and moving toward the coffee pot. She looked over her shoulder to him and smiled. "Good morning, Brian. Looks like everybody is getting a late start today, huh?" 'Late start'? Ha. Yeah, in the middle of the night, you were getting fucked and I was whacking off because of it. "I guess so," he answered, pouring coffee. "But on the other hand, it is Saturday." Tyran smiled, with an oddly inserted cute little twitch of her nose as if she was signaling to him that she had heard his thought, and shrugged as she turned her attention back to the food on the stove. "Fair enough. This'll be ready in about ten minutes." "Cool," he said, a little uncomfortably, shifting his feet and changing the subject from his current line of thinking. "Where's Dad?" "Oh, he went to the gas station to get a newspaper. Ours wasn't out there this morning." "Oh. That's weird." "Yeah, I think Mira is in there watching TV, though, if you wanted to sit until this is ready." "Yeah," Brian said, making his way from the kitchen, "I think I'll do that." Mira was sitting on one end of the couch in the living room, with her bare legs curled up under her and a blanket over them. Her normally straight blonde hair was chaotic from sleep and she was blowing her bangs out of her eyes. Looney Tunes were playing on the TV. She looked up when she noticed Brian walk in. He sat down on the other end of the couch. "Cartoons?" he asked teasingly. "Really?" "Hey," she answered, and continued as if issuing him a serious life lesson, "you're never too old for Daffy Duck." Brian chuckled, but soon became serious. He looked back towards the kitchen to be sure nobody could hear them. Mira saw him do it and did the same. "Anything?" he asked in a hush, leaning in towards her a little. Mira shook her head. "No. I've been down here for half an hour now and neither one of them said anything or acted mad or anything." Brian let out a sigh. "Good." "Yeah," Mira agreed. "I think we're okay." The sound of the front door opening made them jump and they both looked to see. Ralph walked through it, fresh newspaper in hand. "Hey, Dad," Brian greeted him. "Morning, son," he replied. "Food ready yet?" "Should be." "Good. I'm starving." He headed into the kitchen. Brian looked at Mira and she smiled back. "See?" she said. Brian was pleasantly surprised that it had worked. "Alright," he shrugged. "Awesome." The two got up and joined their parents at the dining room table. ===== "So," Ralph began as he ate a piece of bacon, "did you two have fun last night?" Brian glanced across the table to Mira, the look in her eyes told him to be cool and just play along with it. "Yeah," he replied, "it was alright." "What time did you make it back?" "Um, a few minutes after midnight, I think, right?" Mira answered, looking to Brian to back her up. "Yeah," he said, nodding, "sounds about right." Brian nervously filled his mouth with a bite of toast. "Hmmm," Ralph said, taking in the reply. "You know, it's funny, I looked out in the driveway around one and your car wasn't there." Brian and Mira were silent. Then Brian dropped his head in defeat. "It was probably closer to one-thirty," he conceded. Ralph looked to Tyran who just sat silently. She wasn't going to interrupt to either participate or challenge her husband. "That's a bit past your curfew, isn't it?" Ralph asked. "Yes, sir." Ralph was quiet for a minute as he looked to his son and his stepdaughter. Then he declared, "You two are grounded for a month." "What?!?" Brian and Mira seemed to say at the same time. "Thirty days. I told you the last time you were late, Mira," he said as he pointed a menacing finger at her, "that I wouldn't let it slide the next time." "But-" Mira started before she was interrupted. "No, buts," Ralph stuck in. "But Dad, it wasn't even my fault," Brian interjected. "I wouldn't have been late if I hadn't had to search for Mira for an hour and a half. What was I supposed to do? Leave her?" "It makes no difference," Ralph dismissed him, "the two of you were responsible for each other. One late, both late. You should have been more responsible." "I didn't even want to go to that stupid party anyways!" Brian was yelling. "And now I get in trouble for it?!?" Mira spoke up. "What about Spring Break?" Ralph looked at her. "I was still going to let you two go on your trips. But then, the both of you sat here and lied to me instead of owning up to the truth. So now, those are off, too." "What? That's not fair," Brian pleaded. Mira looked over to her mom, who was still silently eating, for some assistance. "Mom?" Tyran looked at her daughter sympathetically, but somewhat reluctantly she just shook her head. She wasn't going to intercede. 30 Days - Episode 01 "Your mother and I have already discussed this," Ralph told Mira. "It's already been decided. Nowhere but school and home for the next month unless you are going somewhere with the family, like church. No car, Brian. And no Spring Break trips for either of you." "I can't believe this," Brian said, standing up with a bolt. He stared down at Mira, seething. Then turned and stormed away from the kitchen. A few seconds later, the sound of his bedroom door slamming came echoing down the hallway. Mira looked at her stepfather and her mother again. And without a further word, she stood up and left the table, too. She walked down the hallway and stopped at Brian's door. Grabbing the door handle, she found it locked. She knocked lightly at the door. "Brian?" There was just silence. She knocked again. "Brian?" "Get away from my door, Mira!" She dropped her head, and her eyes began to water. Turning away from his door, Mira walked across the hall to hers and went into her bedroom. ===== Brian blew out a frustrated sigh. He decided he might as well go ahead and call his best friend. He didn't really see there being any chance of getting out of his punishment. It didn't really sound like his dad would even be willing to listen to an appeal, let alone consider one. He launched himself up out of his desk chair, sending it rolling backwards across the room in recoil and it knocked a stack of discs off of a small file cabinet. He looked at the accident and rolled his eyes. Action and reaction, another fucking thing to go wrong. He grabbed his cell off the nightstand, plopped down onto the bed and dialed Mark's number. "Bri!" Mark answered. "What's up man? All packed? We're out of this shithole in 24 hours!" There was the sound of other people in the background being loud. "I can't go," Brian stated flatly. "What?" Mark's voice got a little louder as if he was having a hard time hearing the conversation. Brian figured he was probably covering his other ear as well. "What do you mean you can't go? We've been planning this for six months!" Brian sighed again in frustration at his situation and now having to explain it. "Dad just grounded me. And Mira." "For what?" There was a pause, then him yelling at the loud people to 'shut the fuck up!'. "Breaking curfew last night. And lying about it." "What? You went to that party? Why? We don't go to those parties, with those people." Mark was right, of course. Brian and his friends usually didn't associate much with the crowd of 'populars' that Mira seemed part of. A little shallow, they always explained when asked about the 'populars', but Brian knew the truth was that most of the 'unpopulars' wouldn't have the chance to go to those parties, even if they wanted to. Brian, himself, didn't really feel an integral part of either side, just kind of ended up where he ended up. "They wouldn't let Mira go if I didn't go along, and she begged me. So I went. Then I couldn't find her and we got back over an hour late." "Well, can't you-" "Look! I can't fucking go! Alright?!?" Brian interrupted at a volume just below yelling. "Okay, okay," Mark backed off. Brian hung up and tossed his phone back onto the nightstand. He fell back and stretched out on the bed. He still couldn't believe his dad had been so harsh. He wasn't always like that. He was pretty cool, before Brian's mom died. And for a little while after that. Ralph had still disciplined him when he did something wrong back then, but the emphasis was more on realizing why whatever he did was wrong. Not deterrence by incarceration. Then, about five years ago, Brian's mom went over a hillside after hitting a patch of ice in her car and losing control of it. She died on impact. Ralph, an agnostic professor of religious studies (at that time, anyways), was lost for a while and started to seek out the church more and more, the one where his wife had gone. The one where he had only really been a 'social' Christian at before. After a while, because of his profession, he was asked to run a bible study group, and the members of the church were so impressed by the faith he had grown, and the knowledge he already had, that when the pastor retired, they asked Ralph to take his place. Brian's dad had taken this as sort of a sign. He accepted. Then he started emulating what everyone thought a pastor was supposed to be like. In a fundamentalist congregation anyways. Eventually, a little while after he remarried, he became that person, taking as his role model, it seemed, the God of the Old Testament: authoritatively demanding strict obedience and delivering swift, vengeful wrath when he didn't get it. Brian admitted that his dad wasn't like that every minute of every day, but did take on the role enough times for it to be looked at as a significant part of his personality now. And now Brian sat here, punished. A tough sentence imposed. Because of Mira. Mira. How different was that now? Hmpf. A little over four years ago, before their parents got married, she was his girlfriend and had been for over a year. Though they were young, they were older than their years, more mature than most kids their age, and knew what love was. And that they had it. Tyran was a single mother, working hard to support herself and Mira, the child she had gotten pregnant with in high school and gave birth to at the tender age of 16. But getting by was hard for them. Brian helped when he could. Stuff around the house, chores. Buying things for Mira, ordering pizza in a subtle way when Tyran would come home tired from work and Brian and Mira were just doing their homework. Just things to help. In whatever way he might. Ralph met Mira's mother in one of the study groups he taught. And they got to know each other because the kids spent so much time together. About a year after his wife had died, Ralph and Tyran were married. And she and Mira moved in to Brian's home. For a split second, Brian was excited about his love moving into his very own house. Until it was decided that, even though they had been dating since before all this happened, the parents, especially his dad, couldn't have a step-brother and a step-sister dating. That was just wrong. Families didn't do that, and they were a family now. Besides, they were young. They didn't really know what love was, and couldn't really be expected to stay together for the rest of their unknown lives anyways. Every way any excuse could be used to justify their decision, the parents used it. It was hard for the kids, but eventually they grew to accept this new arrangement. Mira found a new group of friends when she joined the tennis team at high school and started dating. She became less mature with her popularity and more 'in the moment'. Brian forced himself to stop thinking about it by diving into computers and software programming, which came with its own group of friends. He didn't really date, though. Everyone told him he had become introverted and cynical. And now here they were. One of Mira's parties, with some of Mira's friends and one of Mira's guys, had cost him his Spring Break. He couldn't believe that, essentially, he was being punished because he was nice enough to wait for her while his ex-girlfriend was off fucking some guy. How different it all had become. ===== Day Two - Sunday 3:24 PM Mira stood at the window in her bedroom. She watched as Brian was finishing his mowing in the back yard. He shut the lawnmower down and sat in the grass along the edge of the large pond that cut through the corner of their property. Brian had started the yard work as soon as the family had returned from church three hours ago, and hadn't even come inside for a drink or anything in that time. He was avoiding her. And now, as she watched him sitting, shirtless, soaked in sweat, she wondered why he was still just out there in the sun. Why not cool off in the pond? Or sit in the shade of the gazebo their parents had built on the shore? Maybe he was trying not to do anything that might invite company. Her company. He was still avoiding her. Mira stepped away from the window and went to lay down on her bed. She stared up at the ceiling. She had to figure a way to fix this. She knew it was her fault, and it wasn't like they were especially close, anymore, but she couldn't take this wall that had been erected between them. She had to find a way to break it down. There came a knock at her door. "Come in," Mira called out. Tyran opened the door and walked in. "Hey, honey," she smiled. Mira propped herself up on her elbows. "Hey, mom," she sighed. "Everything alright?" Mira glanced over to her window, then back at her mom. She didn't have to say anything. "Just give it time, Mira. Everything will work itself out." "I guess," Mira said, without much enthusiasm. "Well, Ralph and I are leaving for that cookout at the church. Just wanted to see if you wanted to go." Mira shook her head. "Didn't think you would," Tyran spoke knowingly. "Alright, well, we should be back around nine or ten, depending on how long the evening service runs. You gonna be okay here?" Mira nodded. "Yeah. I'll probably just read that book I got to read on the beach." "Okay." "Have fun, mom," Mira said, dropping back down flat on the bed. "I'll try," Tyran said, stepping out of the room. "See you tonight." She closed the door. The beach. Mira had been excited to go. She was 18 now and it was going to be her first trip without parents around. Just her and her friends. She had bought a popular romance novel from the bestsellers list to read while she tanned on the sand. Now she would be reading it at her house. She thought of other things she had bought for the trip when an idea hit her. She looked at her alarm clock. It was about twenty minutes to four. That meant a good five hours before the parents would be back. Maybe she did have a way to break the ice. Mira sat up. After pulling her hair back into a ponytail with a hair band from her nightstand, she stood and started undoing the buttons down the front of her dress. She let it fall to the floor on her way to the closet, where, after removing her bra and panties, she dug around for clothes to change into. ===== 3:52 PM Mira peeked through the curtains of the bay window that looked out on the front yard and the driveway. Only Brian's car was there. The parents were gone. She checked the deadbolt in the front door. It was usually always set, at her mother's insistence, especially when the kids were home alone. And it was. Making sure she had everything, Mira turned through the kitchen and exited through the back door. As soon as she was outside, she put her hands behind her back, so that Brian couldn't see what she was carrying. But she didn't see him now. He wasn't sitting where she had seen him last. But she didn't see the lawnmower, either. She looked to the right, towards the small toolshed. The door was open. Mira walked over and stood in the doorway. Brian was inside, facing away from her. Her shadow, though, made him turn to see who it was that stood there. He saw it was her, and just turned back to what he was doing. Brian was wrestling with himself in his mind. On the one hand, he was mad at her, and had a legitimate right to be. But on the other, he could scarcely resist her presence. The way she looked right now - her blonde ponytail with bangs in her face, the loose high school tennis t-shirt haphazardly tucked in the front of her denim shorts, but hanging down in the back over her ass, her flip-flops and her little red toenails - Mira was his perfect image for the girl next door. She always had been, when she wasn't trying to impress everyone else. And, her leaning against the doorframe there, with her hands behind her back, her chest stuck out the slightest bit more. Whether she realized it or not, she wasn't playing fair. "Brian?" Mira said tentatively. Silence. "Come on, Brian. I know you're mad at me, but will you just talk to me?" More silence. "Fine then, just listen. Look, I'm sorry. You know I am. I know it was all my fault. You were nice enough to go so that I could go to the party and I just got us into trouble. I tried to tell them, you heard me tell them." Brian dropped his head, but he still wasn't looking at her. Or speaking. But Mira just continued. "I'll find some way to make it right. Maybe you and I can go after graduation. I'll even pay or whatever. But we're going to be stuck here all week together, and I don't think I could take this the whole time, so, I came here to apologize. Again." Brian sighed. He stood up and turned to face her. He looked, but still hadn't spoken a word. What upset him more than losing his spring break was the fact that he lost it because he had to wait while Mira was off with some guy. But he'd never let her know that. And he had to accept that without her knowing that, she didn't know the whole situation, so it might not be that fair to hold it against her. She would just have to think it was about the trip. Mira smiled. Him turning is progress, at least. "I brought a peace offering," she said. When he didn't reply, she pulled her hands from behind her back. In the right hand were two shot glasses. In the left was a bottle of tequila. Brian was surprised. "Where'd you get that?" Mira smiled big now that he had finally said something. "I got it to take to the beach. But, you know..." She shrugged. "What about the parents?" "Oh, they left about fifteen minutes ago. Mom said they wouldn't be home until after church tonight. Around nine or ten, so that gives us some time." Brian thought for a few seconds, then relented with a nod, but still without a smile. "Yeah. I could go for a drink." Mira sighed, relieved. "Good. Thank you," she said. "Come on." She turned and left the doorway, and Brian followed her to the shaded gazebo. They sat down sideways on two of the white, wooden lounge chairs, facing each other across a little table in between them. Mira set the glasses down and poured a shot of Cuervo into each. "To you," Mira said, raising her shot glass. Brian nodded and held his up too, before they both drank them. "I was serious, Brian," Mira said, pouring two more. "I'd pay for gas and everything if you still wanted to go to Dallas. I feel really, really bad that you didn't get to go. Because of me." They drank the shots and Mira poured them two more. "We weren't going to Dallas," Brian mentioned as she poured. Mira looked at him, confused, while she set the bottle down. "I thought you all were going to that place - Dealey Plaza - where JFK was killed?" "Yeah, that's what I said, but-" he tossed the shot down his throat, "but that's not where we were going." The last half of that sentence being said with an exasperated growl as the alcohol burned its way down. Mira drank hers, then said, "Wow. Okay, sneaky, where were you actually going to go?" "Vegas." Mira started laughing, surprised. "Really?" Brian nodded. "Wow. I'm getting warm," Mira said, standing up. She pulled her t-shirt off, revealing a baby blue bikini top underneath. It was fairly conservative, tying with strings around the back and around the neck, holding snugly around her perky, slightly-more-than-a-handful, breasts. Brian did a double-take, having been thrown off guard. "Whoa!" "What?" "Just wasn't expecting that. I'm fine now." "Okay." She kicked her flip-flops off and started to undo her shorts. Brian couldn't help but watch her as she stood up, her toned body and smooth skin barely a foot or two from his eyes. "Why did you even put the clothes on if you were just going to take them off? I mean, we're at home, not at the beach or something," Brian asked, quickly averting his eyes when he saw her catch him staring. "Well," she undid the zipper, "I didn't know if you were gonna let me stay." She pushed the small, denim shorts down her legs. "And I wasn't sure my self-esteem could take it if a guy rejected me when I was half-naked." She grinned at him as she kicked the shorts under her chair and sat back down. The bottoms were the same blue as the top, and tied at the hips in the same way. "I'm gonna go cool off," Mira said. "You coming?" "Sure." They stood up and Mira walked the ten feet from the gazebo to their little pier on the pond and dove into the water. Brian watched her shapely ass as she did, and only after she went in did he take off his shoes and socks and jumped in to join her. ===== 6:03 PM "Can I ask you something?" Mira said. The way she looked up at him, slightly nervous, gave the impression that it wasn't going to be his favorite color that she was wondering about. "I guess," Brian replied. "Here," she handed him a shot of tequila. They both did their shots, then chased them down with second ones. "Whoa, shit," Brian groaned as the alcohol burned its way to his stomach. "Okay, what were you going to ask?" "Why do you lock your room at night?" "What do you mean?" "Well, last night when I was going to try to talk to you, I kinda understood why it was. Then I remembered, a couple of nights ago, I was coming to ask you something, and when I went to turn the handle, it was locked." "What did you want to ask?" "I don't remember. Doesn't matter now. I just found the locked door weird and wondered if there was a specific reason." Brian looked at the ground. He thought of how to answer that. He wasn't sure of how she might react to the answer. Some people were weird about things. In the meantime, Mira set them up with a few more shots, and after about his fifth one, Brian finally answered, feeling the beginning of the effects of intoxication and not really caring about how she might take it. "I sleep in the nude." "What?" Mira asked, lost at this point. "The reason I lock the door at night," he explained. "Oh. You sleep in the nude? Like, totally naked?" She had perked up now, speaking in surprised excitement. Brian nodded. Mira let it sink in for a minute. "Why?" she asked. "Is it because you're 18 and all those hormones and stuff?" "What!? No. It's just more comfortable." "Oh." "I lock the door so nobody walks in. Sometimes I have to get up and get something. I don't bother covering up if I'm not leaving my room." Mira thought for another moment. "Is it because you don't want to be embarrassed or something? If someone walked in on you or whatever?" Brian shook his head. "I don't lock the door for me. I lock it for everyone else. I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable or anything. Truth is, I wouldn't find it embarrassing. If I was sure it wouldn't bother anyone, I'd probably be naked more often. Out in the open. I just feel more comfortable. Totally get nudists." Mira looked at her step-brother. "Have you ever been naked in front of anyone?" "Well, no," he admitted. "Then how can you be sure?" "I can't, I guess. Just think so." Mira was quiet for a while. She set out some more shots. They downed them. "Well," she said, looking around, "it's just us here." "What are you talking about? Of course, it's just us here." "Just saying, if you wanted to, it wouldn't make me uncomfortable. Do what you will." "What? Be nude?" Mira shrugged her shoulders. "If you wanted to. I'm just saying that this is about as safe an environment you'll get to test out your theory." Brian stared at her. She poured two more shots and sat them on the little patio table between their lounge chairs. "You're serious." Mira nodded casually. "Sure." "You think I won't?" "I'm just saying if you want to, feel free. It won't bother me or make me uncomfortable or anything." 30 Days - Episode 01 "You want to see me naked?" "Well, no, it's not that I want to. Just that I wouldn't be offended if that's how you would rather be." Brian looked at Mira for a few moments more. She's trying to play chicken with me. Well, not this time, Mira. "Fair enough, then." He grabbed his shot glass and tossed back the shot. "Cheers." He stood up from the lounge chair and untied the drawstring on his shorts. Hooking his thumbs under the elastic waistband, he paused as he gave her one final look, then swiftly shoved them down and kicked them away to another part of the gazebo. Mira was stunned into silence that her step-brother actually went through with it. She stared at him, particularly the parts that were, five seconds ago, covered by his shorts. Finally, she spoke. "I can see now why you wouldn't worry about being embarrassed." Brian looked down at himself. "What do you mean?" Mira looked up at him real quick to see if he was serious, then quickly returned her eyes to his soft member. "Are you serious?" she asked, her mouth going a little dry. "You're soft right now, right?" "Yeah." "And that thing is hanging there what seven or eight inches?" "I guess." "And it gets bigger when it gets hard." "Yeah." Mira looked up at him. "It's like a cock from a fucking porno. I've never seen one like this in real life. Pretty sure none of my friends have, either. Pretty sure no one I know has." "And that's good or bad?" "Good, I would think. Definitely not embarrassing." ===== 7:24 PM "What are you doing?" Brian asked while he treaded water in the middle of the pond. Mira, standing up in the gazebo and walking towards the water, had reached back and was untying her bikini top. She tossed it back towards the chairs and kept moving closer to the edge of the pond. Now, she was topless. "Skinny-dipping," she said, "like you." Besides for his step-mother the other night, this was the first time he'd seen an undressed woman in real life. Mira's breasts were round and perky, if about half the size of her mother's globes. They looked to be a good handful, though, and a little more. Her light pink nipples stuck out as the breeze hit them. Underwater, his cock quickly shot to hard. He couldn't control it. Mira picked up on his frozen look. "Brian?" she asked. "Brian?" "Uh, yeah. What's up?" "Are you okay?" she asked, the slight curve of a grin formed on her lips. "Uh, yeah." She thought about it for a minute. "Have you ever had a naked girl around you before?" Brian shook his head. Mira untied the ties that held the bottom of her bikini and she tossed those back towards the gazebo as well. Brian caught a glimpse of the bare, clean shaven skin and the beginning of a slit disappearing between her thighs, before she dove into the water. She popped up right in front of him. "So," she said, wiping the wet hair back out of her face, "does that mean that you haven't got to have sex yet?" Brian shook his head. "Oh, man. Have you ever even gotten to touch a girl?" Brian was blushing a bit. It was apparent even here in the dim light of dusk and patio string lights. "One time, I felt this girl's boob. But it was over her shirt and stuff. I didn't actually touch it." Mira scooted closer to her brother. "I'm sorry." Her thigh brushed against his erection under the water. She knew what it was. He knew that she knew what it was, and he was trying to think of some way to explain it. Before he could though, she asked, "Is this because of me?" "I'm sorry," Brian sighed. "No, don't be sorry. I'm not offended or anything, it's actually kind of a compliment. It just never occurred to me that I might have that sort of effect on you." Brian laughed at that. It didn't help, or maybe it did, that he was pretty drunk at this point. "Really? Look at you. You have that effect on everyone." Underwater, Mira's hand reached down and took hold of her brother's raging erection. She started stroking it. "Mira," Brian gasped, "what are you doing?" "Helping you out, big brother. I caused the problem. It's the least I could do, don't you think?" She smiled at him. "You're drunk..." "Yeah," she said, continuing to masturbate him, "so are you. So are we both. And it's just us. It'll be our little secret." With her other hand she grabbed one of his and brought it up to cup her bare breast. "How does that feel?" "Ohh," Brian said in wonder, his mouth getting sticky and his throat going dry. He brought his other hand up to cup her other breast and started kneading them in his hands. "Wonderful." Mira's stroking got faster as she jacked him off underwater. She decided she liked how his cock felt. It's long. Wide. Hard. Maybe it was the tequila. It wasn't long though between touching tits for the first time ever and having a naked woman standing in front of him jacking him off at the same time that Brian's body began to jerk and he came, releasing his pent up load out into the water between their bodies. "There," Mira said, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He had his eyes closed, and his hands still held their grip on her tits. "Feel better now?" "Oh god," Brian sighed in satisfaction. "Remember," Mira warned, "our little secret. The nudity and all." "Absolutely." ===== Day 3 - Monday 1:13 AM Mira tip-toed across the hallway. When she came to Brian's door, she checked the handle just to make sure whether or not it was locked. It was. But this time she had come prepared. She pulled out her student ID card, the closest thing she could think of in a pinch to a credit card, and slipped it into the jam of the door. With a few wiggles, the latch opened and she slowly, and quietly, opened his door and stepped into his dark room. When she closed the door back, she jiggled the handle to make sure it would still be locked. It was. Tip-toeing over to his bed, Mira saw that Brian was sound asleep. She lifted up the sheet that covered him, and, sure enough, he actually was nude under it. Gently she slipped into the bed with him under the sheet and scooted up against his side. The motion of the bed shaking slightly served to wake him up. "Mira?" He said sleepily, not being able to see really well in the dark with blurry eyes. "Yeah," she answered rolling over onto her side to face him. "It's me." "How did you get in here?" "I broke in. Don't worry about it." Still not getting it, Brian asked, "What's going on?" "Well," Mira began, "remember how I helped you out earlier?" Brian chuckled. "How could I forget?" "Do you want to help me out?" "What do you mean?" "This is still all our little secret right? The parents can never find out." "Yeah..." Mira grabbed his hand and moved it to press against her stomach. Then she moved it down, over her panties and slid it in between her thighs. "I want you to help me out. Do you want to?" Brian was wide awake now. Confused, but awake. And willing. "Yeah. Yeah, okay." Mira giggled a little bit at his eagerness. "Good." She sat up, throwing the sheet off of them both, uncovering the entirety of the mattress. Brian lay there, completely naked, watching her, wondering what was coming next. He watched as she undid the buttons of her pajama top, one by one, and threw it to the floor. Then she slithered out of her red panties, and got back down beside him in the bed. She grabbed his hand and moved it back between her legs, rubbing it through her already wet and open folds. "Ohhhh," she moaned softly. Brian couldn't resist the urge, with his sister there lying naked and flat on her back, to bend his head down and take one of her pointy nipples into his mouth, so he did. "Ah-" Mira gasped at the unexpected sensation. "Oh yeah, good boy. Oh, that feels good." She brought her free hand up to caress her free breast while her other hand directed Brian in his efforts over her pussy. "Do you feel that?" she whispered as she felt his fingertips rub over her clit. "Yeah..." Brian moved his thumb onto the spot she had pointed out to him. Then he, experimenting, slid his first two fingers downwards until they found somewhere to enter. When they slipped inside her, Mira arched her back up off the bed and started breathing harder. "Now," she breathed heavily, rolling her hips around on his hand, "in and out. Rub that spot, my clit. And do it hard and fast." The hand that was on her breast shot out and took hold of Brian's cock beside her and quickly started stroking it for the second time this night. "Oh, fuck," Brian grunted at the unexpected. "Shhhh," Mira whispered. In a frenzy of motion, shoving themselves into each other's hands, pleasuring each other with their hands it wasn't long before Mira came, and the sight of that drove Brian over the edge. He shot his load out all over her hip and thigh. "Sorry about that," he apologized as they came down. Mira rolled over, took is face in her hands, and planted a light kiss on his lips. She giggled a little. "Don't worry about it, big brother, I don't mind." She sat up and grabbed her shirt from the foot of the bed and slipped it back on. She only fastened enough buttons to minimally cover her assets. "Our secret right?" she asked. "Messing around, helping each other out?" Brian nodded. What else was he going to do? He didn't understand, really, anything that had happened between him and Mira this night, other than the fact that he had finally got to see a naked woman, touch her all over, while at the same time getting two hand jobs from her. Even if it was his sister. Well, step-sister. She smiled down at him, leaned over and gave him another light kiss. "Good answer," she said, grinning. She grabbed her panties from the foot of the bed. "These are for you. Keep them, they smell like me," and she tossed them over to him. Mira hopped up from the bed and tip-toed back over to the door, her bare ass glowing in the moonlight from the window. She opened the door, peeked out, smiled back at Brian and slipped out into the hall and back to her room. Brian brought the damp, lacy panties up to his nose and inhaled. He sighed. They did smell like her. 30 Days - Episode 02 Day 3 – Monday ****** 9:37 AM Brian stood in the kitchen, leaning against the counter by the coffee maker, waiting for it to finish. "Wow," Mira said, surprising him by suddenly appearing in the kitchen. "I didn't think you'd be putting any clothes on until the parents got home." Brian looked down at his flannel pajama pants, then back to Mira. "Habit, I guess," he explained, with a grin, "I like your outfit, though." Mira wasn't wearing one of her pajama tops or boxers as she usually did. She was wearing a black satin camisole, with some white lace trimming, and matching bikini-cut panties. She blushed and smiled. "Thank you." She noticed the thin material of his pants begin to tent out. He's getting hard, looking at me. Mira grinned at him then went to the fridge and got some orange juice. After pouring herself a glass, Mira moved over to Brian and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Good morning," she smiled. Brian returned the smile and nodded, a little taken aback by the gesture. It wasn't a normal occurrence. He watched her as she turned and walked out of the kitchen and towards her bedroom. The coffee was done now, so Brian got a cup and started to make his way back to his bedroom. Mira's door was open, she was sitting on the bed, and when he looked in, she saw him and smiled. Something about that smile invited him in, so he turned and entered her room instead of going to his. ***** 10:05 AM "Here," Mira said, taking the mug from Brian and putting it on the nightstand, "maybe a shoulder rub would help." She raised up on her knees and scooted behind Brian. "Oh, that does feel good," Brian groaned when her hands started kneading the muscles in his shoulders and his neck. "Good," Mira replied. She worked quietly for a few minutes while she felt the tension in him begin to fade away. Why is she being so nice to me now? We don't really hang out...and she's never even suggested anything about rubbing my shoulders before. "You know, in a way, I'm kinda happy we got grounded," Mira mentioned. "Oh yeah?" Where is that going? "Yean," Mira replied. Her hands slid down his back. "If we hadn't, then I wouldn't be here, and you-" she slid her right hand around to his front and dipped it under the waistband of his pajama pants -"wouldn't be here." Mira wrapped her fingers around his thick, heavy member. "You do make a nice point," Brian agreed, his eyes closing. Mira stroked him slowly until his cock got harder and harder in her hand. She moved her lips to his ear and whispered, "Aren't you going to take these off now?" Brian lifted his hips a bit to push his pajamas down. Mira kept her hold on him with her steady stroking. His rigid pole came into view with her soft, dainty fingers roaming up and down it. "God," Mira gushed, "I just can't get over this cock." She let out a wondrous giggle. "Have you ever actually measured it?" Brian shook his head. "No." He finally got his pants off and let them lay under his feet where they fell. "Maybe we could do that later," Mira suggested with a chuckle. She started kissing his neck and quickened her stroke a little. "Aren't you glad that we're here?" she asked. Brian nodded silently. "So you're not mad at me anymore for getting you in trouble and keeping you from Vegas?" Brian let out a laugh. "Do you really expect me to say that I am?" "Good," Mira replied. Mira pressed herself against his back. Her left hand moved around his side to reach down and fondle his balls. She widened her knees and scooted up completely against him. He hadn't moved, but now was sitting between her legs and could feel the bare skin of her thighs against his. Brian's hips started rocking a little, up and back, while Mira's strokes and grip got faster and tighter. After just a little bit, he was virtually fucking her hand. Mira felt his balls tighten in her palm. "Oh yeah," she whispered in his ear, "go on, Brian. Cum for me. Let's see this big cock cum. I didn't get to last night." "Ohhh fuck!" Brian yelled as the first blast shot from his barrel. "Aw shit," as the next few blasts came. "Oh yeah, good boy," Mira moaned into his ear. "Doesn't that feel good? Didn't I make you feel better?" Brian's chest heaved as the last spurt trickled over Mira's hand and his shaft started softening. "Yes," he said in more of a pant than speech. Mira scooted around him and got off the bed. She stood directly in front of him, looking down at him. "You want to get in the shower with me?" Brian looked up and grinned. Fuck, is this really happening? He nodded. "Could you help me get undressed? I'm all-" she showed them the cream, his, all over her hands and fingers. Brian reached out and, fumbling a little from nervousness and a lack of experience, slid his fingers into the waist of her panties and slowly worked them down from her bald pussy to the floor. She stepped out of them, then took a couple of steps back. Brian stood up in the freed space and grasped the bottom of her silky camisol and pulled it up, purposefully letting his fingers glide against her sides. Mira lifted her arms straight up as his fingers reached the outside curves of her breasts, and he got it off of her and tossed it onto the bed. "Thank you," Mira said and stepped in to kiss him. Brian wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her naked body against his. "Mmmph!" Mira chirped when he did it, but let herself go for a few seconds, leaning into him and, careful not to get his cum in his hair, lightly wrapped her arms around his neck. "Come on," Mira said, breaking away from him. She took him by the hand and led him down the hall to the bathroom. "Aw, man," Brian groaned when he realized her sticky hand had clutched his. Mira realized and giggled and just kept moving. Under the flowing hot water of the shower, the two took turns washing each other piece by piece. Mira turned and faced away from him to rinse the soap lather from her breasts. Brian stepped up behind her, against her, bringing his hands around to cup her wet tits. Mira sighed and leaned her head back. She felt his tender, hanging hose nestle in between her ass cheeks. She turned her head and used her right arm to reach up and back, grabbing the back of Brian's head and pulling his lips to hers. As Mira's tongue began it's probing of his mouth, Brian let his left hand slide down her toned tummy and dive between her thighs. His fingers ran through her hot flesh, grazing across her aroused clit, and sent shivers through her body. He could feel them. Her legs opened a little bit more to give him more access to her. Brian squeezed her right breast and kissed down her neck. He wanted to try something he saw on the internet once, but he was going to have to be careful. He moved his hand to her other breast and took a firm grip of it. The strength of the hold of his arm trapped her torso against him like a vise. The sudden, forceful pressure took Mira by surprise. "What are you doing?" she asked, part unsure, part curious, part excited. "Put your foot up on the side of the tub," he directed. Mira raised her left leg and planted her foot up on the rim of the bathtub. It opened her up a little more and his hand slid deeper back, his fingers now probing her entrance and his palm brushing against her moist folds. "Now your other one," Brian directed. Mira glanced at him, a little unsure. He kissed her. "Don't worry, I've got hold of you. Put your other foot up on the other side. Mira, with a little hop and her weight now supported by the arm wrapped tightly around her chest and the hand she had reached behind his head, got her right foot up and planted on the right side of the tub. With her legs spread wide now, one on each side, Brian watched the path of the cascading water and pulled Mira back a little until it fell in heavy streams directly onto her hard clit. He took his hand away from her pussy and the water hit it directly for the first time. "OHMYGOD," Mira let out in a rush, her legs weakening for a moment at the sudden, intense stimulation of her most sensitive button. Brian moved his free hand and, from behind now, moved it up under her and slid a finger, then two, into her entrance and started plunging them in and out of her pussy. "OhGodYES!" Mira cried out, her free hand cupping and squeezing and pulling her tits. "Oh fuck!" Brian fucked his fingers into her faster and harder as the fall of hot water quickly brought Mira closer and closer to orgasm. It didn't take long. At the first wave, Mira's hips thrust upward and her body seemed to float in mid-air as her legs went rigid and her arm tightened around Brian's neck. Brian pulled his fingers out and flattened his hand, frantically rubbing her wet pussy in circles as she came. "OH FUCK!" Mira cried out. "OH HOLY SHIT!" When it finished washing over her, Mira's muscles relaxed and would not even attempt to hold any of her weight up anymore. Slowly, Brian pulled her to him and slowly lowered both of them down into the bottom of the tub. Mira sat there between Brian's legs and lay back against his chest. Mira placed her hands on top of Brian's and pulled them around her, wrapping his arms into holding her. The warm water fell like rain, still falling down on them from above. ***** 12:37 PM Mira sat at her vanity table against the wall opposite her bedroom door. She had put on a thin, white t-shirt and a pair of pink cotton panties, and was now running a brush through her nearly dry blonde locks. Watching herself, she could do nothing but think. Oh my God, what is going on? Yesterday he wasn't even looking at me, now we're taking showers and getting each other off? What are we doing? Should we be doing it? Hmm..doing it. Fuck. I bet that cock would be good. Damn, I never thought he'd be hung like that. In the mirror, she saw Brian behind her in the doorway. She turned her head back over her shoulder and smiled at him. "Hey." Brian stood there, still completely nude, holding two plates of food. "I made you a sandwich," he told her and started walking over towards the bed. Mira put her brush down, got up from her chair and joined him on the bed. He sat up, leaning back against the headboard while Mira sat Indian-style, facing him, in the middle of the mattress at his hip. "So, you really weren't kidding about the nudity thing, huh?" Mira grinned, taking a bite. "What?" "About going around more if you could." Brian took a bite of his sandwich as he glanced down his nude body at his soft, but long and thick cock resting along his inner thighs. "Oh, I can put something on-" Mira gave a chuckle, her mouth full of food. "No, it's alright," she said, muffled by the food. She swallowed and added, "I don't mind." With her index finger, Mira reached out and lightly grazed along the length of the smooth member. "I never really thought of a penis as beautiful before." Brian cocked his head a little. "And you do now?" Mira's eyes went from his eyes to his cock and back. With a little twinkle in her eye, she nodded silently while taking a bite, and grinned sheepishly while she chewed. Brian laughed. "Can I ask you something?" Mira asked, tossing a stray piece of lettuce into her mouth. Brian nodded. "Alright." "Where'd you learn that thing in the shower? That position you had me in with the water and everything? I thought you said you'd never done any of this stuff before? With a girl, I mean." Brian let out a little snort, amused by her naivety. "I have seen porn." "Oh, yeah," Mira realized. Then started laughing at what should have been an obvious answer to her but wasn't. 3:12 PM "Hand me your plate," Mira said. She took it and scooted off the bed. Brian watched her tight, heart-shaped ass as it swayed out of the room. A minute or two later, she returned, hopping up onto the bed and straddling Brian at his lower thighs. Brian slid his palms up the bare, soft skin of Mira's thighs and she leaned forward and kissed him a few times before sitting back, smiling at him. His palms kept softly rubbing up and down her thighs, and Mira reached down and rubbed over his semi-aroused tube with her own palm. "So," Brian began, "is this what we're going to do all day this week?" Mira smiled. "If you want." Then added, "Do you not want to?" "Ha. No, I'm cool with it." Mira smiled, then kissed him. "I thought you might be," she said with her lips inches from his. She gave his hardening erection a squeeze for emphasis before she put her lips back on his and intertwined her tongue with his. A ringing cellphone broke their moment. They both looked over at the nightstand and Mira stretched to grab it without getting up from Brian. She let out a frustrated sigh when she saw who was calling. "Kim, hey," Mira answered. Her free hand kept softly caressing Brian, keeping him hard. She was listening to her best friend say something. "Oh, that's cool," Mira responded to her. "Listen, can I call you back or you call me later? I'm sorta right in the middle of something right now." Mira grinned at Brian. Brian saw a look come over Mira's face that told him Kim had asked something Mira wasn't sure how to, or if she even should, answer. Mira said, "Well..." Brian heard loud, excited squealing from the phone, but couldn't make out what it was saying since it was muffled against Mira's ear. Mira suddenly darted her eyes to his and grew a naughty smile. "Hold on," she told her friend. Mira took the phone from her ear and signaled Brian not to say anything. She hit a few buttons on her phone then held it, aiming and framing Brian's big cock, with Mira's hand still gripping it, and snapped a picture with the phone's camera. Mira tried to stifle her giggles and reminded Brian, who was a little surprised, to remain silent. She hit a few more buttons then put the phone back to her ear. "Okay, I sent you a picture," she said into the phone. It took a few seconds, but then came a piercing scream so loud Mira immediately yanked the phone away from her ear. Mira started giggling and activated the speakerphone. Now Brian could hear it, too. "OHMYGOD!" Kimberly squealed. "There's no way that's real. You got that picture off the internet, you tease." Brian cocked his head, curious. "Why would I do that, Kim?" Mira asked. "To fuck with me, that's why. You know that not a guy that came with us down here even comes close to that. Besides, I know everyone you know, and I don't know any horses." That made Mira laugh. "And if I could prove it to you? That it's real?" Mira looked at Brian with that naughty grin again. "You can't," Kimberly replied defiantly. "Okay. Hold on." Mira handed the phone to Brian. He shook his head, amused by Mira's playful exhibitionism. She scooted down his legs and lowered her face to his crotch. Holding his hard cock straight up in the air towering at its full 10 ½ inches, Mira stuck her tongue out and licked up the side of his shaft while Brian snapped the picture. Mira sat back up and took the phone from him. She looked at the picture and covered her mouth as she gasped and stifled giggles. Brian had taken the picture she wanted. Undeniable proof. The whole cock was standing the whole height of the frame with Mira's tongue and face beside it enough that there was no doubt it was her. She sent it. "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" Kimberly screamed a few seconds later. "Holy fucking - who is that?" "Oh, an old friend I ran into," Mira replied, sticking her tongue out at Brian. He sat up quickly, grabbed Mira by the waist and tossed her onto the mattress beside him. She let out a surprised squeal and some giggles as she bounced and fell back flat on the bed. "Who is it?" Kimberly asked over the speakerphone. To someone in the background, through the gasps, giggles, and oh-my-god's, she said, "I don't know, some guy Mira's with." Brian got up on his knees. He grabbed Mira's legs and spun her to place her directly out in front of him on her back. She had excitement in her eyes at his initiative and the naughtiness of playing while someone was on speakerphone. "Can't tell you right now," Mira answered. Brian pressed her legs together and propped them up in the air against his right shoulder. "Well, fine. What about your brother? Isn't he there, too? He got grounded, too, didn't he? What's he saying about this guy violating his sister?" Brian reached down and grabbed both sides of Mira's panties and started pulling them off her ass and up her legs. "Yeah, he's around somewhere," Mira answered. Brian removed her legs from his shoulder and put them back down, bent at the knees and spread them open by slowly sliding his hands up the insides of her legs from her ankles to her warming thighs. "He's being really cool about it," Mira added for Kimberly. Brian smiled at her, rubbing her smooth mound with the palm of his hand for a few seconds, to which she rolled and adjusted her hips against. Then he dropped his head and ran his tongue into her pussy and through her slit. "Oh fuck," Mira moaned. She felt her eyes roll back and flutter involuntarily. "What?" Kimberly asked insistently. "What's going on?" Brian found Mira's clit with his tongue and circled it, pushing two fingers into her steaming entrance at the same time. "Oh, shit. There, right there," Mira moaned. She felt the tip of his tongue dance across her clit and called out, "OH Fuck!" "What are- Are you two going at it right now?" "Oh, shit, there. Harder," Mira moaned with a couple of whined squeals as Brian thrust his fingers into her a little harder and a bit faster. "Wha-" came Kimberly over the phone before Mira found the phone on her bed with her hand. Real fast, she got out, "Gotta-go, call-me-later, love-ya-bye," then hung up and let the phone fall where it may just in time for her body to tense up and her back arch as the first burst of her orgasm hit. Her hands clamped Brian's hair and her thighs locked against his head as her body twisted and turned on its own, anchored only to Brian's head and his probing tongue. Brian sat back up when Mira released him. She didn't move. Stayed there on her back with her eyes closed, panting heavily and intermittently allowing little laughs to escape her. Seeing her phone beside him, Brian picked it up and took a picture of Mira, in afterglow, wearing only her white t-shirt, naked from the waist down with her knees bent and up in the air. Her legs stayed open enough for him to see her beautiful, bare, wet pussy opened like a flower. Mira raised her head to look at him when she heard the beep from the phone. "Did you just take a picture of me?" she grinned. "You took two of me." "Yeah." She let her head fall back down. "I just wanted a picture of you right now. Like this. It's beautiful." He paused, realizing the vulnerability of what he said, unsure of exactly what the extent of what was happening between them was. He looked away, suddenly shy and growing nervous, but added, "You're beautiful." Mira was quiet for a few moments. What's she thinking? She's not looking at me, is that good or bad? At least she didn't see the look on my face. Did I just go too far? What would be too far in this situation? What is this situation? Fuck. But Brian could see enough of her face, as it looked up at the ceiling, to see her form her mouth into a smile. "My digital camera is over there on the desk if you'd like," she offered. "Are you serious?" Brian asked, surprised. "Yeah," she looked at him now, "why wouldn't I be?" "Well, you know, a lot of girls wouldn't-" Mira interrupted. "I'm not a lot of girls. I'm me. And you're you. I trust you." Okay, whatever that means. "Yeah?" 30 Days - Episode 02 "Yep. Besides, I kinda like the idea of you having pictures of me when you're over there in your room. Looking at me naked, stroking your cock..." "Yeah, I guess it would be the best thing," Brian teased, forcing himself out of thought and into a lighter mood as he scooted off the bed. "They could come in real handy when the parents are home." Mira giggled. Brian got the camera and returned to the bed. He took a few pictures of her like she was, and had been, for the last five minutes. Mira raised up on her elbows, looking at the camera and he took a few like that. "Want me to take my top off?" Brian nodded. He took a couple of pictures of her taking it off and a few more of Mira rubbing her tits and getting onto her knees. She leaned forward onto all fours and he took a few of her crawling towards him. Mira grinned at him as an idea came to her. "Keep taking them, okay?" This, the camera and pictures, was exciting her more than she would've ever thought. She felt so sexy, so erotic in such an exhibitionist situation. Her first, even if the pictures wouldn't be seen by anyone but him. "Lay back," she directed. Brian got onto his back and took pictures as Mira crawled up and lay down between his legs. She tossed her hair back out of the way as she propped herself up on one elbow and now he could see her tits hanging loose from her chest. She grabbed his cock and licked up and down the shaft again. Mira looked him in the eyes, locked onto them and smiled. Brian took the last picture as the head of his cock disappeared into her mouth, then dropped the camera as her warm mouth enveloped his member. "Oh god," he moaned, "that's Fuckin' good." Mira pulled her mouth from him, but kept stroking with one hand. "You never got your cock sucked before?" Brian shook his head, watching her. "Wow," she grinned, "looks like I'll be taking another first, huh?" She sucked the tip into her mouth again, then let it go. "I won't be able to get much of this thing in my mouth. It's too big. Hope you don't mind." Brian shook his head, and breathed, "I'm not gonna care. Oh! Gooooood." Mira sank her mouth back over his cock. With one hand she stroked, and with her mouth she stroked. Faster and faster. She knew Brian wasn't going to last long at this pace. They never do their first times. So she eased up and used her tongue to coat the whole shaft before she slid it back into her little mouth. "Oh, shit," Brian groaned. "Oh, shit." Mira sped up a little more and let her wet tongue press flat along the underside of his shaft as she worked her mouth up and down it. Again she paused for a breather, but almost as soon as she started up again, she felt Brian start to thrust a little with his hips and that encouraged her. She wanted him to cum. She wanted to make him cum in her mouth. She got a little more intense. "Oh, fuck Mira, oh fuck," Brian said, gritting his teeth. "I'm gonna cum. Oh, FUCK!" Mira felt the first blast fire down her throat. She stopped moving her mouth, leaving just the head past her lips and furiously stroked his cock, milking him blast by blast, swallowing his cream twice to make room for it all. When he was done, Mira sat up and lightly placed his spent member back down against his stomach. "Did you like that?" she asked, mainly rhetorically. She scooted up and lowered herself over his left side, half on him, half on the bed. She kissed him for a long moment before she just rested her head on his shoulder, her hand on his chest, and a leg drawn up across his thighs. Skin on skin, both nude and collecting themselves after the action. "That was awesome," Brian finally said. Mira patted him on the chest, and pressed a soft kiss onto his cheek. Then she sat up and slid off the bed. Her pink panties were on the nightstand. She grabbed them and smiled as Brian turned his head and watched her put them back on. She has no idea. This is just something to 'do' to her. Some fun. That's okay. We can fool around. I can do that. "What?" she asked, blushing a little. Brian just smiled and said, "Nothing." Mira found her tank top over by her vanity and slipped it on. Out of one drawer, she pulled some loose, black cotton shorts and pulled them on, looking over her shoulder to find Brian watching her ass as she had bent over to slip her feet into them. "Come on, Brian," Mira said, pulling out a loose, grey, billowing long-sleeved shirt. It looked straight from the '80s, the hole for the neck was so wide that it hung off of her shoulder, revealing the bare skin and one strap of her tank top. "It's 4:30. Mom will be home in half an hour. You gotta get dressed." Brian looked at the clock. She was right. To him, time had flown by. As he stood up from the bed, he glanced at her one more time, seeing her pull her hair up with a scrunchie and checking herself in the mirror. He was amazed by how her beauty was adaptable, but ever-present. "Go!" she laughed, seeing him zone out staring at her. He snapped to, grinned and went across the hall to his room. ***** 11:12 PM Brian was sitting at his corner workstation desk, typing some code into the keyboard of his desktop computer. His notebook computer sat open on the wing of the desk to his left with a website loaded and the IM software running in the background. It chimed, drawing Brian's attention from the monitor in front of him to the screen on the notebook. A window had popped up asking for permission to open a video chat window. Brian looked at the username: it was Mira. He was confused as to why Mira, just across the hall, wouldn't just come over, but opened the chat anyways and adjusted the screen to position it's built-in camera at him. Mira's face appeared, smiling, in a window on the left side of the screen. The angle suggested she was sitting on her bed with her notebook sitting in front of her. She looked down as she typed. The message popped up in Brian's chat window on the right side of the screen. "You forgot these," it read and a few seconds later a file transfer window popped up wanting to transfer a file called 'Day3.zip'. Brian clicked 'Ok'. It took a few seconds to transfer over the wireless network. Brian opened it. It was the 28 pictures he had taken of Mira earlier. He smiled. He saw Mira smile and cover her mouth as she giggled on the webcam. Bryan typed, "Well thank you. Don't know what I would have done without these." "LOL. I bet. Naughty boy." "What are you doing?" "Getting ready for bed." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah. I just had a tiring day. Don't know why," Mira replied, sticking her tongue out at the camera. "Well maybe you should rest up then." "Is that advice, or fair warning? LOL" "Either. Both." Mira giggled in the video window, then typed, "OK, I will. I just wanted to show you something first." Brian was intrigued. "Oh yeah? What's that?" "My new pajamas." Brian saw her get up from in front of the camera, disappearing out of frame. His eye caught the button above the live video that would record the incoming video. Something told him he would want to, so he clicked it. He thought, for a second, that he might have done something wrong when, as soon as he started recording, the video went blurry. But Brian quickly realized that Mira was turning her notebook, pointing the camera towards the wall across from her door. The one with the vanity. Mira's grinning face filled the frame and she stuck her tongue out again after she typed, "Ready?" "Yeah." Mira straightened up and backed away from the camera until only her feet weren't visible in the image. She grabbed the bottom of her grey overshirt and slowly pulled it up over her head and tossed it out of frame, revealing her thin, white tank top underneath. Mira teased, slowly inching the bottom of the tank top with one hand, revealing her tummy inch by inch until, at her breasts, she brought her other hand up and pulled the tank top off. Mira stood there, topless, in her black shorts. She brought her hands up to her breasts and cupped them and squeezed them. She took a few steps forward and bent over, giving the camera a close-up of her young, round, perky breasts and the light pink nipples that capped them. "Like it so far?" she typed. "Best movie ever," Brian replied. "Are you hard?" "Getting there." Mira backed away from the camera until Brian could see her whole body again. She moved her hands to her sides and inched one side of her shorts down, then the other. Back and forth until they slipped down her legs and she stepped out of them. She repeated the slow striptease again with her pink panties. Her smooth, bare pubic mound revealing itself to him as she straightened back up. Mira stepped back up to her computer and typed, "Are you hard now?" Brian replied, "Yeah." "Pull your shorts down." Brian waited for a second, looking to check the lock on the door, then pushed his shorts down. His cock stood hard under the desk. Mira disappeared from the video for several seconds. When she came back, she was dragging the chair from her vanity with her. She moved it to the side of her bed in front of her notebook and sat down on it. She lifted one leg and bent her knee, planting her foot on the edge of the mattress, then did the same with the other. Mira spread her legs apart, displaying herself for the camera. Brian started stroking his cock under his desk as he watched Mira start moving one hand over her breasts, squeezing, pinching. Her other hand slowly slid down the top of her thigh and fell to the inside as she drew her fingers back to her pussy and slowly started rubbing it in long circles. Mira had to be getting worked up now because Brian noticed the switch from her slow circles to a quicker stroke straight back and forth through her folds. He quickened his stroke with her. Watching her like this, getting herself off, putting on this show for him, being only just across the hall, less than fifteen feet away, was wildly arousing. Brian saw Mira dip her fingers into her pussy and her hips bucked a little at the penetration. She threw her head back and her free hand reached up and grabbed the back of her chair behind her head. When Mira started bucking her hips up harder and higher into her rapid finger fucking, Brian realized she was close to cumming. So was he. He felt the clinch in his balls and sped up his strokes, shortening them to just focus on the end of his cock. Mira's legs dropped down off the bed and her body bolted upright in the chair as she came. Her mouth clinched tight, her hand locked between her thighs. She grabbed her tit and started massaging it as she came down. The sight of Mira blasting into her orgasm was the line he needed to cross into his own climax. Though his thick cock was hidden under the desk, the force of each blast shooting from him made him think he had just coated the wall behind his desk with his cream. For about a minute, the two watched each other as they came down, caught their breath and grinned at each other over the video connection. Mira leaned forward, grinning shyly at the camera and typed, "I've never done that before." "Liar." "LOL. I meant the webcam." "Oh. I recorded it." Mira's eyes opened wide with shock and her mouth fell open. She typed as she started giggling. "OMG! You did?" Brian smiled and nodded his head. "I can't believe you, you dirty boy." Then she added, "Can I see it tomorrow?" Brian laughed. "LOL. Sure." "Wow," Mira typed, "I really am tired now." "Okay. I'll probably go to bed soon, too." "Yeah. Oh, wait! The pajamas!" Brian had forgotten all about that. That's why she started this webcam thing, or so she said. He watched Mira stand up and scoot her chair out of the way, then she bent down and picked something out from under her bed. As she stood back up, Mira held the pajama pants up for the camera. They were Brian's. The ones he had taken off that morning. Mira stepped into one leg, then the other. She pulled them up over her naked pussy, then turned around so Brian could see her pull them up over her perfect, naked ass. She climbed back onto the bed and spun the notebook towards her topless body. "You like?" she typed. "Very much." "Good. They're mine now." "Fair enough." "Goodnight, Brian." "Goodnight." Mira blew him a kiss, then shut down the video chat. A 'save as' window popped up for Brian to save the recorded video. He tried to think of what to name it. He typed 'Mira', then thought of the pictures she had sent him, and added ' - Day 3'.