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Randi Comes Home Ch. 01

By: Rumple Foreskin



Brotherly Love

Horny and half-naked, Randi Druitt stood in the open door and studied her kid brother. Some kid. Jim was stretched out on his bed, reading a paperback. He might be 18, but with his long, muscular build, dark hair, eyes the same color blue as their late father’s, and a smile that could get him laid in a nunnery, he looked all man. In the past, it’d made her proud to have such a hunk for a brother. But that was before she’d come back to Jackson Junction. Now, looking at Jim laying on his back with nothing on but his boxers made her feel horny as hell.

Thanks to the crappy, late winter weather, business at the small country store her family owned had been slow. Most of the time there’d been nothing to do but stare out at the weather and think about sex. That’s one reason she was horny now, but not the only one.

She’d come back home to run the store so her mother could move in with Aunt Clara to take care of her and the kids. The Christmas car wreck that almost killed Clara had left her needing months of rehab. And while Uncle Norwood tried to help, he was working double-shifts to help pay the medical bills.

When Clara lived with Randi’s family, she’d been more like a fun-loving big sister and confidant than an aunt. It’d been Clara who taught her how to dance, and about boys, and how to kiss. And that’d led to the night Clara showed her how one woman could make another happy. They’d done it often after that. 

Clara said it was almost a good as doing it with a guy and you didn’t have to worry about taking the pill. That must have been a problem for Clara. She’d only been dating Norwood a couple months when she turned up pregnant. Now she was trapped in a mill town marriage with three kids, no future and, thanks to some drunk, almost dead. Long before the wreck Randi had vowed that would never happen to her.

But Clara would always be special to Randi. So when her mother suggested skipping a semester to run the store, she’d managed to smile and nod even though she’d been groaning inside. It meant giving up the wild parties and wilder sex life she loved so much, for quiet, rustic, boring Jackson Junction. Her hometown might be a great place to grow up or grow old. But it was hell on earth if you were out of high school and single.

With so many fun guys at college, she hadn’t dated a local guy since breaking up with Craig Dickerson. That’d been three years ago this coming July, and she still missed him. But even if he’d gotten over catching her in bed with another guy, no one knew where he was. 

The few single men her age around town were either losers or creeps or both. That most especially included her first boyfriend and lover, Dwayne Self. He kept hitting on her but she’d never be that desperate. 

Still, it all boiled down to her not getting laid since coming back home. Abstinence was not in her make-up. So if she didn’t get some action soon, real soon, she might become the first person on record to die of horniness.

That’s why she was now eyeing Jim with more than sisterly affection. She’d decided something had to be done. After all, she was on her last vibrator and her fingers were almost worn out. 

Tonight seemed like a perfect opportunity. Jim was a senior in high school and busy damn near every night. But thanks to the winter storm warnings, all school events were cancelled and their mother had decided to spend the weekend at Aunt Clara’s. Their stepfather, a long-distance truck driver, was somewhere out on the west coast. That meant she and Jim would be home alone that evening, and probably the rest of the weekend.

Of course if she wanted to seduce Jim, she had to get his attention. And so far that was proving to be a lot harder than she’d expected. At first she’d tried stepping into his room wearing her short, terrycloth bathrobe. The excuse was to let him know she was about to take a shower. He’d looked over, said okay, and gone back to his book. 

The next time she was wearing bikini panties, a longish t-shirt and had her hair wrapped in a towel. She stopped and leaned in the door to ask if he wanted anything from the kitchen. All that got her was a quick glance and a no thanks.

Back in her room, Randi plopped down on the bed to dry her hair, consider the problem, and work through her frustration. Since moving home, she’d noticed a change in Jim’s manner. He tried to hide it, but she recognized the signs. Her kid brother had the hots for her. But if she was right, why was he trying to ignore her? 

Maybe the idea of incest turned him off, or maybe she’d been wrong about Jim wanting her. After all, she probably wasn’t his type. He’d dated Shirley Matson for ages. Friends called her slender and elegant. Other’s said she was skinny and prissy. But everyone agreed she was beautiful. Randi knew none of those terms applied to her. 

In fact, Randi wasn’t a true beauty, but men seldom noticed. She was a flirtatious party-girl with striking green eyes, a mischievous smile, a figure that was more than adequate, and nice long legs. But what she saw in her mirror was a big butt, small boobs, a face no more than average, and heavy thighs.

Still, if she was right about Jim being interested in her, then tonight’s failures had nothing to do with her looks. The problem must be some hang-up about coming on to his sister. The incest taboo didn’t faze her. After all, she’d made love to her own Aunt. But Jim was something of a straight arrow. 

Still, he was also healthy, horny, and had been checking her out. That meant the odds were in her favor. The big problem was getting his undivided attention. Once that was accomplished, making him see her not just as his sister but as an available and very willing female should be a snap.

After two failed tries, however, it was obvious more direct action would be needed to get his mind off that damn English assignment and onto her. For just a second, she considered pretending to see a Peeping Tom. She’d scream, run into his room buck naked, and jump into bed with him. But knowing Jim, he’d jump right out, grab a pistol and, storm or no storm, go looking around outside. Besides, there was one other plan she wanted to try first. But if it didn’t work—who knew? 

So now she was standing in her brother’s bedroom doorway, freshly showered with her strawberry-blonde hair dried and brushed out. Other than a touch of make-up around the eyes and a dab of perfume, all she had on was the long t-shirt she’d worn earlier. It featured a big, toothy grin and the words, “Candy’s dandy, but sex don’t cause cavities.” She’d swiped it off a pre-dental student she once slept with. 

With her arms demurely at her sides, the t-shirt’s hem barely covered her patch of reddish pubs. But since nothing else had worked, that position was about to change. Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the room and strode over to the side of his bed.

“Jim, I need your opinion on something.”

He looked away from, “Great Expectations,” then did a quick double take. His eyes trailed up her thighs to the impossibly short hem of the t-shirt and then on up to her face. When their eyes met, he gave her that soul-destroying smile. “If you want my opinion on you outfit, I think it’s great. But the skirt may be a little short for Jackson Junction.”

It was a nice line. Randi relaxed a little and grinned. “Why, I do thank you. But what I really wanted to know was what you thought about my hair. I’ve been letting it grow. Do you think it looks better down, like I’ve got it now?” She shook her head, sending her shoulder-length hair swirling. 

“Or do you like it better up, like this?” With one fluid motion she raised her arms, gathered her hair in her hands, and then pushed it to the top of her head. As she’d known, the gesture lifted the bottom of the t-shirt several inches above her trimmed bush.

The moment her muff came into view, Jim’s face turned red and his cock sprang from his boxers. Seeing it, Randi’s stomach fluttered and she felt her own face flush with excitement. To her it looked long, thick, and beautiful. What’s more, it seemed to be bobbing with anticipation and pointing right at her snatch. She and Jim looked at it, and then at each other. There was a confused, embarrassed little grin on his face. With her hands still raised, Randi nodded at the new arrival. “You and your friend seem to like my hair better up.”

His eyes seemed to snap into focus. “Well, to be honest, it wasn’t your hair up there that got my, got our, attention. It was the hair down here.” 

The book had vanished. He reached a hand out, then hesitated and looked up at her, as if asking for permission. She nodded. When the back of his fingers stroked her pubs, Randi’s knees almost buckled. This was going to be good. 

To keep from falling, she scooted closer, in so doing spreading her legs and bracing them against the side of his bed. She wanted to say something but couldn’t talk. All she could do was stare down at her brother who was, in turn, staring at her pussy. They both watched his fingers explore the converging line of her thighs, the sensitive skin beneath her silky pubs, and the damp, swollen lips that marked the entrance to her churning body. 

When a fingertip slipped inside and brushed against her clit, she shuddered. “Oh, damn it, Jim. Please, don’t make me beg.”

He tore his gaze away from the curly bush just inches from his face and looked up at her. “Make you beg? This is like a dream. I mean you’re my sister. I just can’t believe you really want to.”

“Want to? I haven’t even had a date since coming back from college. Believe me, I don’t just want to, I need to. Now.”

“Oh, God, me too. Shirley and I broke up before Christmas. And since then, having you so close, I thought I was gonna die.”

This was too much. She and Jim had both been horny as hell and wanting each other but afraid to make the first move. It might have been funny if she wasn’t about to explode. “Well, if we don’t get started I will die.”

Not waiting for any response, she crawled onto the bed and straddled Jim’s hips. He immediately thrust them upward. The tip of his cock slid between the folds of her pussy, but slipped past the target. Even that miss felt so good it almost got her off. The look on Jim’s face made it clear he felt the same way. She had to hurry. 

“Let me help,” she said, giving him a quick smile. Reaching between her thighs, she grabbed his thick shaft and lowered her hips until the cockhead was securely in place, then slammed her hips down. At the feel of her brother’s beautiful boner surging up into her long neglected pussy, her body seemed to explode in pure ecstasy. 

With a cry of, “Oh shit, yes,” she surrendered to the climax. Waves of passion raced from her pussy. It was hard to breath, impossible to think. She had no idea where she was or who she was with or even what they were doing. At the height of her own passion, Jim’s cock shoved in deeper and she felt something warm and strong erupting inside her.

Opening her eyes, she looked down at the almost anguished expression on her brother’s face. She contracted her pussy around his dick, trying to milk it dry and increase both his pleasure and her own. Jim’s hips were thrust high and trembling, turning his dick into a hard, flesh-and-blood vibrator. The sensation was exquisite and triggered another orgasm that rocked her body, mind, and maybe even her soul. 

It was one of those fireworks and shooting star deals. She began to lean forward. But Jim grabbed at her breasts, pushing her back upright. She gasped at the increased pressure inside her pussy. With nothing else to hold on to, she wrapped her arms around her head as her body thrashed about on Jim’s unyielding dick. Just as she began to recover, he lowered his hips only to launch them back up, shoving deep into her panting body and sparking another erotic explosion.

By the time the room started coming back into focus, she was lying on Jim’s chest, trying to regain her senses. Though still a little disoriented, she recognized the wonderful feel of a stiff cock sliding back and forth inside her hot juicy pussy. With a surge of joy, she realized her brother was still hard and wanted more. That was fine with her. She was eager to take everything that marvelous young cock of his could deliver.

The next time was slower, easier, more sensuous. They even started kissing. As she’d expected, Jim was a good kisser. Having his tongue exploring deep in her mouth while his cock did the same inside her pussy was such an incredible turn-on. What made it even nicer was having his long fingers massaging her bottom and squeezing the cheeks of her ass while he kept rhythmically pumping his cock back and forth inside her pussy. 

Most of the time, Randi liked to set the pace when making love. It wasn’t a matter of dominance or submission, just a desire to make sure things got done right. That’s why it surprised her when, at some point, she found herself letting Jim take over. It was a sensuous feeling, almost luxurious, having him direct the action. He might be younger and less experience, but she sensed he was a competent, caring lover. And there was something else, something special she couldn’t quite identify. But it was something more than just his being her brother. 

Whatever the cause, for the next few months they could almost be like they were live-in lovers. Taboo or not, they both wanted this and were in it together. And that made it extra special.

So was the feel of his fantastic dick inside her pussy. She wanted to check it out so bad. But right now it was doing too good a job to stop. Randi shuddered with pleasure and her body contracted around that hard thick piston pumping away inside her. 

Jim must have sensed her growing passion. He began using deeper, faster strokes. From deep inside her insatiable pussy, a growing heat began radiating. Then Jim squeezed hard on the cheeks of her ass while slamming home every inch of his unyielding cock. Randi whimpered and clung to her brother as another mind numbing orgasm took command of her body. 

It might not have been as powerful as the earlier ones, but it seemed to last forever. Each time she began to recover, Jim would slam back into her, sending new waves of passion rippling across her body. It seemed like a long, glorious time before he showed any mercy. Or maybe he’d come. She was too exhausted to be sure. When the climax finally ebbed away, she felt spent and, oh so content.

Tremors still raced through her body. She’d been in this same position for, how long? Who knew when they’d started or what time it was now? Who cared? But she needed to stretch out. With Jim’s help, they rolled over together. She sighed and wriggled on the bed. That’s when she noticed he was still inside her, still hard, and still wearing his boxer shorts.

To confirm what she already knew, Randi contracted her vagina and felt it clutching at a thick shaft. “I’m not believing you.” 

Jim smiled, and returned the compliment. “I’m not either. It’s as much your doing as mine.”

“Didn’t you come just now, when I did?”

“Oh yeah.”

She felt a mixture of disbelief, excitement, and pride in her brother’s recuperative power. “Well, however you’re doing it, I’m still willing. But, you gotta get rid of those disgusting drawers.”

Jim laughed and said, “You drive a tough bargain.” A moment later he held a pair of wet, sticky boxers.

“You’re a man of many talents Mr. Druitt. Now, where were we?”

The shorts sailed across the room and landed with a damp, plop. He looked down at her and then flexed his hips, sending his cock back into her pussy. “Were we here?”

“Oh yes. Oh--” Her voice trailed off into a sigh as Jim plunged his hard young cock deeper into her tingling pussy, then began hammering into her with an almost maniacal fury. The sensation was so intense, so exquisite, it was hard to even breath. All she could do was wrap her arms and legs around his straining body and urge him to fuck her even harder.

He ran his fingers over her face and then into her hair. Using it to direct her lips to his, he attacked her mouth. She received the assault with an open lips and a darting tongue. Their kisses were hungry, primal, and erotic beyond belief. Once again the combination of her brother’s tongue and cock working together triggered an orgasm. The pleasure was excruciating. She gasped and shuddered under the impact of Jim’s unrelenting attack and the passion it had unleashed.

The aftershocks of the orgasm seemed to go on forever. In part because Jim never stopped or even slowed down. If anything, he was pounding into her with even greater ferocity. Each stroke seemed deeper and more violent than the one before. But even as she urged her brother to batter her harder, a small part of her mind felt serene. 

At the height of her last climax she’d felt the strangest sensation. She and Jim weren’t just two people screwing; they were two people making love as one. Because it’d come to her that she had an intuitive awareness of her brother’s inner thoughts.

Back when she was on top, apparently in charge, she’d felt herself turning over control to Jim. Now, even though it might look like he was trying to screw her into a coma, she sensed he was putting her in charge. He wanted nothing more than to be a force of nature, free of all self-imposed restraints, hurling himself on and into her willing body. And while she was the grateful recipient of that passion, he wanted her to be its conductor. Their minds were working as one.

It was a shared consciousness and very intimate. She’d felt something similar when she was a kid, hiding in the dark, watching her mother and father make love. It’d made her feel safe and happy. Then her daddy died and so did the feeling. 

Years later, it’d been re-kindled by Craig Dickerson. Only with him it was both spiritual and outrageously physical. Now with Jim, she felt it once again, felt it sensitizing every cell in her body. While Jim physically assaulted her with an animal-like ferocity, their mental connection super-charged each orgasm. 

She’d just experienced another mini-climax when the constant pounding stopped. It was disorienting, and she said nothing while her legs were lifted high and wide, very wide. Jim pushed them so far apart her muscles and ligaments began to protest. Before she could decide what to do or say, Jim pulled back until only his cockhead was still in place, then he slammed back down. With her legs spread-eagled, Randi could feel his big cockhead hurtling deeper and deeper until just as their bodies met, it hammered against her cervix. The pain wasn’t unbearable, but it wasn’t fun. “Oh, shit. Not so deep, Jim. Please.”

All movement stopped. He looked surprised, concerned, maybe even embarrassed. With great care he lowered her legs. “Sorry, Randi. I didn’t mean to hurt you or anything. That was just something I’d read about and though it’d be fun.”

“It didn’t hurt that much, honest. You’re just mucho man, especially with me in that position. I could have taken it. But I might have been sore and out of action the rest of the weekend. And we wouldn’t won’t that, would we?”

Jim looked relieved but also a little startled, as if he’d just realized they had the entire weekend to make love. As he shook his head, Randi felt something sliding out of her pussy and then heard a little plop. In his concern for her, Jim had lost his erection. She wiped his sweaty face and smiled. “So now we know how to deflate that thing. Come on, let’s go shower and grab a bite. Then maybe we can pump it back up.”

--the end--

note: Depending on the response from readers, this may either be the first chapter of a nine chapter work or a one shot deal. Your vote and feedback will help me decide. RF 

Randi Comes Home Ch. 02



Randi Druitt wiped the sweat off Jim's forehead. "I've got another idea for after we save water by showering together. You've heard of Nude Day, right? Well, we've got the house to ourselves. Why don't we declare this nude weekend?"

When you've just seduced your kid brother, taking a shower with him seems only natural. And when he's a horny 18-year old with a lean, hard athlete's body, keeping him undressed and available is only common sense. As she expected, Jim agreed.

With a lot of poking, prodding, and teasing, they managed to disentangle and get off his bed. Before he could pull her out of the room, she noticed the sheets. "Whoa. Halt. Stop. Sorry, but those sheets have to go."

Jim protested but she remained adamant as only a somewhat fastidious big sister can be and began stripping the bed. Perhaps it was seeing her doing this basic household task in the nude that silenced Jim. While no doubt tempted to stay and admire the view as she bent and reached, he headed for the linen closet. Working together, clean sheets and pillowcases were soon in place. A minute later, they were in the shower.

There was only one full bathroom in the house. The tub was a deep, wide, old-fashioned model with a modern, hand-held shower massager. Even if you were alone, showers and baths in it could be a lot of fun.

Jim won the brief struggle for control of the soap and began a very thorough job of lathering up Randi. When he got to some of her more remote spots, it was almost more that she could take. At one point he was standing behind her, reaching around and kneading her soapy breasts. When he pressed his hips against her, she felt his hard cock nestle in between the cheeks of her ass. There was no penetration, just intense closeness and pleasure. And while anal sex wasn't her thing, she decided that before the weekend was over, she might make an exception. 

Later, he knelt and slid two soapy fingers inside her pussy. It sent an incredible climax ripping through her body. Thanks to his position, she had something to grab onto and didn't fall. But she wasn't sure how much longer she could remain standing.

After some serious tugging and pleading, she managed to get Jim to his feet. But he just leaned forward, pressed his wet slick body against hers, and began kissing her while still fingering her pussy. In a moment of brief clarity, she wondered if he was just a natural or had he somehow learned all this here in Jackson Junction? If he'd been taught, the teacher deserved an award. 

Another orgasm caught Randi by surprise. She wrapped her arms around Jim's neck to keep from falling. As the tremors passed, she relaxed and began sliding down his hard slim body. Once on her knees, she demanded the soap. Unlike her brother, she concentrated on the parts that really mattered. 

When she made him turn to face the wall, a spray of warm water splashed over her face. She'd already washed her hair and had kind of hoped it wouldn't get soaked again. But a shower cap was too tacky to consider and now the deed was down. What the hell. As Jim had said, the hair on her head wasn't what interested him, anyway.

On a whim, Randi slipped a finger between the tight cheeks of his small, hard butt. Jim almost climbed the wall. She laughed, and goosed him again. "I know your type. You can dish it out but can't take it."

Having discovered how sensitive he was, she rinsed the area and then began a second, much more methodical soaping. When the last of the soap was gone, she leaned forward and gently bit one cheek of his smooth, round ass. Once again his body jerked. Turning his head, he looked down at her. "What in hell are you doing?"

"Your butt's so cute I couldn't help myself. Besides, people might talk if I gave you a hickey they could see. So I'm going to give you one that should be out of sight, except maybe in the locker room."

"You are out of your mind."

She slipped her arms around his body and grasped his hard cock. "Maybe so, but this thing tells me you don't really mind. Now be a good boy while your big sister puts her personal brand on you."

Latching onto a particularly inviting spot, she began to work her magic. Randi prided herself on being able to give quick, vivid hickeys. Knowing it'd still be there next week when Jim was in school pleased her. In fact, she might try to give it a little boost Sunday night.

Best of all, Jim was starting to get turned on. If anything, his dick had gotten harder. The thought of what she was doing and who she was doing it with combined with the sensual feel of the warm water spraying over them to create an almost magical moment. She could keep this up forever. But the sounds coming from Jim and the feel of his cock convinced her this moment was about to end, one way or another.

Removing her teeth from Jim's ass, she leaned back to admire her work. The spot was already swollen and turning red. In a few hours, it'd be a dark masterpiece. But now the other side of Jim's body needed her attention. 

As she turned him around, his long cock slapped against her face. "Damn uppity dick you got there, bro." By then, he was too far-gone to reply with anything more than a grin and a grunt. His need seemed almost painful. Well she'd take care of that. 

Still, she couldn't resist taking a good look at his equipment. While circling the slick, flared cockhead with her fingertips, she recalled the feel of it hammering against the back of her pussy. Before long, it would be returning. The thought made Randi shiver with excitement.

As her fingers trailed down the long shaft, the cock jerked out of her grasp, as if urging her to hurry. She ran her fingertips through the dark wet pubs, then circled her fingers around the thick shaft and began squeezing her way back up. A drop of pre-cum liquid oozed out. She managed to get it with her tongue before the shower washed it away.

There'd been another moan from Jim when her tongue darted across his cockhead. Waiting any longer would be cruel. Besides, she wanted to savor the feel if her brother's cock inside her mouth.

Placing her lips around the spongy cockhead, she began nosily sucking it into her mouth. She paused to roll her tongue around it, then began sliding her lips down the long shaft while the big head approached the back of her mouth.

There was no way she could take it all, at least not in this position. And Jim's need for release was too great to ask him to move. But she made herself another promise, that before Monday morning, she'd have every last inch inside her mouth and throat. Right now however, the primary goal was to get Jim off. 

She began bobbing her head up and down, swirling her tongue around the head on the upstrokes. It didn't take long. There was a groan and she felt Jim begin to shake. She pulled the cock out until just the head remained in her mouth. With one hand she pumped on the hot shaft while with the other she gently kneaded his heavy balls.

Jim had his hands on her head, both for support and in response to the instinctual desire to shove himself even deeper into her body. Randi let him do what he wanted. With her fist wrapped around his shaft, she controlled how much of his cock she took. And she didn't want anything in her mouth right then but that big, swollen cockhead. 

There was a brief spurt of cum, and then a torrent erupted, flooding her with warm, salty semen. She swallowed that mouthful and could feel the smooth cream sliding down her throat. By then her mouth was full again and more kept gushing out.

The nice thing about giving a blowjob in the shower is not having to worry about the mess. Randi removed the cockhead and the next spurt sailed right between her lips. The excess had begun flowing down her chin when two spurts splashed on her face. But by then, even Jim's big sperm bank appeared to be running low. She directed the remaining cum over her breasts. Maybe enough of the stuff would make 'em grow, she thought.

After swallowing what was left in her mouth, she placed the tip of Jim's softening cock between her lips. With great tenderness, she sucked on the sensitive head while milking the shaft. Her efforts produced a few last drops of her brother's cum.

Jim sagged back against the shower wall. By now, most of the cum had washed off her body, but his taste was still in her mouth. Cum wasn't one of her favorite treats. She'd blown many guys, but only swallowed if she really liked them and their cum tasted okay. Jim had qualified on both counts. 

She leaned forward, placing the side of her head against his hard, flat stomach. They stayed that way for some time as both recovered. Then the water began turning cold. Jim reached over and turned off the shower, then made her stand. When he started to kiss her, she stopped him. "Better not," she said, "I haven't brushed my teeth yet. There's a lot of you still in there."

"Hell, I don't care. If it's good enough for you, it's good enough for me." As their mouths met, Randi felt a glow of family pride. Face it, she told herself, when it comes to sex, you've got a cool brother.

As far as she was concerned, the kiss could have lasted forever. A sound resembling the roar of a fair sized avalanche broke the mood. Randi had to laugh. "First we run out of hot water. Now either World War III just started or your stomach is growling. I've just had a nice snack, but I wouldn't mind a sandwich. Come on, let's dry off and find something to eat."

The idea of cooking and eating in the nude had its appeal. But with a winter storm outside and tile flooring in the kitchen, both knew to put on slippers. Once in the chilly kitchen, Randi began to wish she'd also grabbed a shirt. They decided on scrambled egg sandwiches which would be hot and quick. Before she could get started, Jim took his letter-jacket off the hook by the door to the garage and helped her put it on. It was lined with satin and so long it almost covered her fanny. "Oh, that feels great. How'd you know I was cold?"

"Goose bumps on blue boobies are a dead give-away." She threw an eggshell at him and he ducked. "Okay, I'll be nice. What do you say we eat in the den? It's almost ten, so we can watch the weather. I just turned up the thermostat and can get a fire going in the fireplace."

The den sounded good to Randi although she knew it could get cold. But by the time the sandwiches were ready, so was the den. Jim had plugged in an old electric blanket and spread it next to the fireplace. It gave them a warm spot to sit and the fireplace's elevated hearth was a perfect spot for their drinks and sandwiches. 

Thanks to Jim's efforts, the temperate soon got so high Randi had to take off his jacket. He made a big show of leaning close and checking out one of her breasts. "No goose bumps. I must have done something right."

She laughed and pushed him away. "Like hell you did. Those goose bumps had doubled the size of my poor little-bitty boobs."

They'd both been hungry and ate in silence while watching the news. Tonight, the weather was the lead story. It was bad and supposed to get worse until sometime tomorrow night. 

The weather and their sandwiches ended about the same time. At her insistence, Jim hustled the plates and glasses back to the kitchen. While he was gone, she grabbed some throw pillows. It never occurred to them not to catch the sports that always followed the news and weather. Like her brother, Randi had played basketball in high school and loved the game. Now they stretched out on their stomachs to get the scores. 

Afterward, she lay warm and full, watching as Jim turned off the TV and then came back. He lay down on his side, facing her. With her head resting on her arms, she studied his face. "Should we open the store tomorrow?" 

He nodded. "You know Mom would. Unless the power goes out."

"I wish you hadn't said that." With a sigh, she rolled over onto her back. Their bodies touched.

"You shouldn't have asked," he said, while nibbling on one of her earlobes. "Besides, you'd have said yes if I hadn't. Believe me, it's not even close to what I really want to do. The thing is, if we don't open, a swarm of folks are sure to risk life and limb to come in. And when they find the store closed, they'll come over here and make us open up."

"So much for being nude all weekend."

"Oh, that can still be a go, but just here at the house. I don't think our customers are ready for nude store clerks." 

Randi snuggled closer, tilting her head to give him better access to her ear. "The joys of country living."

He continued teasing her ear with his tongue while tracing his fingertips over her body. "Maybe we'll catch a break."

"How's that?" The tongue snaking around inside her ear made Randi shiver.

"If business is light, we can close at noon. Until then, maybe we can find something to do at the store."

By now, her fingers were wrapped around Jim's stiffening cock. "That might be fun. Did you have something special in mind?"

"We'll see what comes up." To emphasis his point, he pressed his hard cock against her side.

The tip of his tongue was making her squirm with pleasure. She almost gasped out her questions. "Uh, oh yeah. Well, what about tonight? Is there anything special you'd like to, oh, do?"

"Everything we've done has been special. So whatever you want."

Although she hated losing contact with his tormenting tongue, Randi turned her head and looked at Jim. "That's sweet, but it's the wrong answer. This may sound weird, but I know what I'd pick. And I'm almost positive I know what you'll pick. But they're not the same and I want it to be your turn. So tell me, honest now, what would most like to do?"

There was a pause. Jim seemed a little embarrassed. Then he looked at her and grinned. "Most of all, I'd like to find out what it's like to, I don't know just what you call it but, well, I'd like to try a 69."

"That's so unreal." Randi shifted and pulled him to her for a long, deep kiss. When they came up for air, there was a look of excitement on her face. "A 69 is exactly what I sensed, what I knew, you wanted to do. And that wasn't my first choice. But it's fine by me."

From the look on Jim's face, it was clear he was more amused than amazed. "Well, if we keep on talking, it'll stay unreal."

Randi laughed and hugged him close. "Not eager are you?"

"Not only yes, but hell yes. Just one thing, I've never done it before."

"No problem. I've got hunch you'll be a quick learner."

Their lips met in a soft kiss. Then he smiled. "So teach me."

"You are so pushy. But okay. Well, for starters, have you ever, you know, gone down on a girl?"

Jim nodded. "Oh yes, teacher."

"Well, in that case, I guess it's time for some hand's on lab work. Get me a couple throw pillow."

While Jim got the pillows, Randi moved over to the middle of the blanket and stretched out on her back. When he came back, she took a small pillow and nestled it under her neck and then positioned one of the big ones beneath her butt. All the while she was explaining her theory of the great 69. "A lot of girls think being on top is better because they feel in control and the guy can't gag 'em. But that position is tough on both her neck and his. I like it better being on the bottom. With a pillow under my neck and my hand around the shaft, I'm not going to gag. And with my big butt on a even bigger pillow, you shouldn't have any strain." 

Jim was still standing, watching her. When he didn't move or say anything, she gave him a questioning look. "Well, the lesson's over. It's test time."

"Randi, I wish you could see how damn sexy you look right now."

The compliment was so spontaneous and sincere, she almost cried. To keep Jim from noticing, she glanced over at the burning logs. Once she'd regained control, she stared down the length of her nude body for a moment and then looked back at him. "I guess in firelight, even a big butted old girl with no boobs can look okay."

He knelt down beside her. "Hush. You may be my brainy big sister, but you don't know shit about judging woman flesh. At least not your own."

Before she could protest, he kissed her. It was a long, sensuous kiss. When combined with the seductive feel of his hand sliding softly over her skin, it wiped away all negative thoughts about her body.

He kissed his way down, pausing to nibble and lick at her neck, and breasts, and belly, and inner thighs. In the flickering firelight she saw his lean nude body hovering over her, then watched his hands spread her unresisting legs further apart, his body slide gracefully between them, and his face disappear in the shadow at the junction of her thighs. 

The moment his tongue touched her pussy, Randi's body began shivering with excitement. Jim slowly worked his tongue in deeper; using it to lick, thrust, and explore until the tip flicked across her clit.

With a moan of erotic joy, Randi's hips arched off the blanket. Her body shuddered under the force of the orgasm. Jim's tongue went into overdrive, lapping at her warm juices before swirling back deep inside, extending and enhancing her pleasure. 

In the back of her mind, Randi knew she should stop things and help Jim get in position for a 69. But what he was doing felt way too good. All she could do was lay there and savor the sensations flooding her body. Only when the pleasure started becoming intense did she beg him to stop. He looked up and she motioned for him to come join her.

They moved into position as if familiar with the motions. After getting a secure hold on Jim's dick, she tilted her face back until she could see long, thick shaft. The flared cockhead soon disappeared between her lips. When it reached the back of her mouth, she paused to adjust her position and catch her breath. Wrapping her arms around Jim's hips, she pulled him closer and the big head popped into her throat. It sank deeper and deeper until all movement suddenly stopped. Every inch of Jim's dick was buried inside her well-stuffed mouth and throat.

Neither moved; both sensed the other wanted to enjoy the incredible sensation. It was Jim who got things going, but with his tongue, not his dick. That was Randi's department. And when her brother's tongue began licking on her still sensitive pussy, she was more than willing to return the favor. 

They soon got into an easy natural rhythm. The beat of the dick pumping up and down inside her mouth and throat began to match that of the tongue licking and teasing her pussy. It soon triggered the first in a series of small, sweet orgasms. They came in quick, steady waves with a new climax overtaking her before she'd stopped tingling from the previous one.

Jim's long thick dick was taking control. Its movements were smooth and gentle, but unrelenting. Each downward stroke seemed to trigger a new pulse of ecstasy. 

The constant waves of emotion began sapping her strength. She'd been holding Jim's shaft with one hand while fondling his balls with the other. But she could no longer do anything but enjoy the moment. With a gurgling sigh, her arms flopped to the floor. It was all so incredible. Even if they couldn't be nude at the store, tomorrow might be even better.

Waves of erotic energy from her mouth and pussy battled for supremacy within her trembling body. She lay in a sensuous stupor, surrendering to the feel of Jim's tongue lashing her pussy, his dick moving up and down inside her mouth, sliding back and forth past her lips, moving with smooth certainty in and out of her throat, up and down, back and forth, in and out until she lost all sense of time and place. Up and down, back and forth, in and out. Oh, yes. Up and down, back and forth, in....

-- to be continued? --

Thanks to everyone who read, voted, and gave me feedback to chapter one. This is a blatant plea for more of the same. RF



Randi Comes Home Ch. 03



It was the morning after Randi Druitt seduced her kid brother. As a winter storm continued outside, she lay beside him in his bed, warm, content and sound asleep. As was often the case, her dreams were about sex. But these focused on the sex she'd enjoyed the night before with her brother. Sex in his bed, sex in the shower, sex in the den, then maybe some more sex back in his bed. That last part was a little fuzzy. But like all the rest, very nice.

It would have been a perfect fit for her dreams if she'd woken to the feel of Jim's lean hard body slipping between her legs and then his stiff cock sliding into her pussy. She wouldn't have minded if he'd rather have eaten her out for breakfast. Just waking up cuddled together, with all the possibilities of that position, would have been okay with her.

But none of that happened. Instead, Randi woke to the jarring sound of an alarm clock going off beside her head on the nightstand and someone pushing down on her nose. Jim, still half-asleep and on the other, the wrong, side of his bed, was trying to turn the alarm off. 

"What the—. Jim, stop it. Stop, damn it!" The pokes on her nose did stop, but then started again. In self-defense, Randi rolled over to reach for the clock, and fell out of bed. As she half-sat, half-lay on the small throw rug beside the bed, it occurred to her that Doris Day never woke up that way in the movies.

The alarm clock stopped ringing. She looked up to see her brother, with one hand still on the clock, looking down at her. There was a big grin on his sleepy face. "Jim Druitt, if you say one thing, I'll punch you. Now give me a hand up. It's cold down here."

Once she was back under the covers, they spooned together with Jim's warm chest and hips pressed against her chilly back and bottom. "This is much more better," she said, mimicking one of their childhood sayings while snuggling closer. "But tonight, let's switch sides of the bed, okay? I'd hate to wake up with a bloody nose."

"Sorry about that. Is all your vital equipment still in working order?" He punctuated his question by pulling Randi closer and pushing his stiff cock against her bottom.

She wiggled against the gentle pressure. "Well, a little TLC back there wouldn't hurt." 

"You wouldn't say that if you knew how bad I needed to pee."

"Believe me, it couldn't be any worse than you need to brush your teeth. But first things first." She raised one leg slightly while pushing backward and was rewarded with the feel of a cockhead shoving up against the opening to her pussy. A moment later, with a thrust of Jim's hips, it slipped inside.

"Yes." That was all the encouragement Jim needed. He began pumping into her with short, shallow strokes. Each one seemed aimed right at her clit. Soon she was racing toward her first orgasm of the day.

"Oh. Oh. Oh, shit." The orgasm rippled through Randi as her body tingled with bliss. It was good. So good she hated to stop. "Jim, did you come?"

"Close, but no cigar."

"Let's try it doggie style, okay? Maybe that'll do the trick."

"Sounds good to me."

They quickly assumed the appropriate positions. Randi helped insure Jim's cockhead was snuggly in place. When he lunged forward and his cockhead rushed into the depths of her churning pussy. She let out a long, low moan of pure pleasure.

It was incredible. With each deep, pussy-filling thrust, Jim's balls slapped against her, multiplying the pleasure. He spread the cheeks of her ass wide then held on as he began pounding away with deep, savage thrusts. Each powerful stroke ended with animal-like grunts from them both. She pushed back, wanting to have every last bit of his cock crammed inside her body. 

The orgasm took her by surprise. One moment she was shaking and grunting in rhythm with Jim's thrusts. The next she was gasping for breath as her entire body seemed to contract around his hard cock. There was one more violent thrust, then from somewhere she heard him let out a guttural noise. For just a moment his body shook, then everything was silent and motionless—everything except for the sound of their panting and throbbing convulsions where their two bodies were welded into one. Randi had no idea how long they remained in that position. Finally, s if on cue, they collapsed onto the bed.

They lay together, out of breath and sweating, trying regain their senses. Jim was lying on top of her, but Randi didn't mind his weight. It felt good. So did his dick as it gradually shrank and slipped out of her tingling pussy. "Baby brother, I don't know about you, but I think this beats the hell out of breakfast in bed."

Jim laughed, rolled off and got out of bed. "It also beats the hell out of my usual morning workout. Now excuse me while I go pee. Then we've got a store to open, you know, the family business."

"I thought this was family business," said Randi. He grinned and then disappeared down the hall.

The Jackson Junction General Store wasn't much larger than the average convenience store. But it managed to carry fresh meat and produce plus some hardware, gardening supplies, feed and seed, and an assortment of dry goods. They also sold ammo in addition to hunting and fishing licenses. The most important item however, was communication. Located near the town's small post office, the store served as the unofficial community center.

Much to Randi's dismay, business was steady most of the morning. There was a lull in the storm, but with the weather forecast calling for more snow and sleet along with falling temperatures, people were risking the icy roads to stock up in case they became frozen-in. It was almost noon before there was a break in the steady flow of customers.

Lunch consisted of soup and sandwiches which they ate together behind the front counter. Through the large, plate glass windows that lined the front wall they watched the sporadic snow flurries coating the empty parking lot and icy road. "Do you think business will pick back up this afternoon?" asked Randi as they cleaned up.

"I doubt it. Between the sign on the door, calling regular customers, and the usual Jackson Junction grapevine, most folks probably know we're closing at three. That may be why things were so busy this morning—that and the radio saying it's about to start getting bad again. There may be a few stragglers come dragging in, but the worst should be over."

"Well, I hope so. I was looking forward to us playing around here at the store."

"Who says we can't?" Before Randi could think of a suitably sarcastic remark about customers, Jim had her turned around so her back was to the front door. In what seemed like an instant, he had his hand inside her insulated warm-ups and was pushing paste the waistband of her panties.

The feel of his long fingers taking possession of her pussy set off shivers of pleasure and anticipation. It took all her will power to utter a very weak protest. "Jim, not here. What if customers come?"

"If they do, I'll be able to see them pulling up. With all this ice and snow, it'll take them awhile to get in here."

That was all the assurance Randi needed. She spread her legs wider, giving him better access, then leaned back against the counter. Jim was standing beside her, facing the door, leaning forward with his left elbow propped on the counter while his right hand continued stroking her silky pubs. Anyone looking in from outside would have imagined they were just lounging around the counter and talking.

Jim was in no hurry. Instead of going straight in, he toyed with the moist lips of her labia, letting his fingertip slid in a little deeper with each stroke. When it brushed against her clit, she closed her eyes and gasped with pleasure. But instead of slipping inside, he lightly flicked his fingertip back and forth across her clit. Each touch sent a jolt of passion racing from Randi's pussy throughout her body.

By now her legs were beginning to tremble. She grabbed on to the counter's edge for support. All she could feel, all she could think about was that tormenting fingertip and the excruciating pleasure it was providing. She was almost there. Not once had Jim pushed inside her pussy, but she was about to come. Oh, shit. Oh....

"It's Mr. Allen."

Jim's words didn't register at first. Then they made sense. Mr. Allen? Oh, shit! The school principal. She'd been so close to a climax, it felt like trying to pull back after being halfway over the edge of a cliff. When she tried to turn around and look, Jim's hand held her in place. "Let go, damn it. Where's Mr. Allen? Is he coming in?"

"No. He was just driving by. Probably going to check on his mother." The teasing grin on Jim's face left no doubt she'd been had.

"Jim Druitt, I'm going to kill you." To emphasize her point, she swung at his head. But they were so close the blow had no steam. Jim laughed, ducked, and his hand slid even deeper inside her pants. Before she could yank it out, he pulled back up and slid his thumb deep into her still hot pussy.

The feeling was incredible. All desire to pound her brother vanished the moment his thumb slid into place. The passion she'd been trying to keep in check came rushing back. The feeling was so intense she wrapped her arms around Jim's neck for support. At that moment she didn't care who came in and saw them.

Each upward jerk of his hand sent her reeling closer to that once postponed climax. When his tongue began working on her ear, she arrived. The orgasm turned Randi's legs into jelly. It was long and so intense her grip on Jim was all that kept her from slumping to the floor. Even when the initial erotic explosion began to settle, she was still shady. With his help, she made it to the old wooden stool that was a fixture behind the counter.

"Damn. What was that, your thumb?"

Jim used the one in question to give her the thumbs up sign. "Yep. Just call me little Jack Horner."

"Believe me, thumb or no thumb, you're not a good boy--not after making me think Mr. Allen was coming in."

"The devil made me do it."

"Sure he did. Grab me a root beer will you? I'm dying of thirst." 

She kept talking while he walked over to the chilling unit and grabbed two cans of soda. "Where'd you learn that trick, anyway? For that matter, where'd you learn what to do? I mean, at the risk of giving you the big head, you ain't bad kid. But I can't believe you learned it all from Shirley Matson."

He pretended to be hurt. "You mean I'm not the best?"

"Okay, you're one of the best. But please don't get on any ego-trip." She took the can from him. "Thanks."

Jim hopped up on the counter. "I'll make you a deal. I'll answer your question. But you've got to answer one of mine."

Randi figured it be something along the lines of how many guys had she slept with or who she'd done it with first or something like that. While she and Jim had never talked about her sex life, she had no doubt he'd heard a lot local gossip and figured out the rest. "Sounds fair, but you first. How'd you get so good?"

"Well, truth be told, Shirley had a lot to do with it." There must have been a look of disbelief on Randi's face. Jim smiled at her and continued. "Her mother's a nurse, remember? Mrs. Matson has a very practical, no-nonsense approach to sex. She made sure Shirley was on the pill and knew the good and bad and how come about sex. So there wasn't a lot of the usual seduction bullshit to our getting started. Shirley wanted to find out what it was like and knew about guys getting horny. After that we were pretty open about how we felt and what we liked. But, before you ask, she wasn't my first. When you step-father's a truck driver and you work for him the last two summers, you learn a lot about truck stops and hookers. Need I say more?"

Randi shook her head. "Damn, and I had to do it the old fashioned way."

"That's what you get for not asking your step-father for help. Judging from the way Hank's always eye-balling you and talking about your butt, I'm sure he'd have lent a hand."

She made a face. "You're a disgusting pervert."

Jim gave her a teasing, "say what?" look, but said nothing. Then she realized that considering what she and her brother had been doing, the remark sounded silly, if not hypocritical. "Okay," she said, with self-conscious grin, "it takes one to know one."

"Don't forget the family that plays together, stays together."

Eager to change the subject, she asked, "Okay, so what's your big question?"

"Why'd you and Craig break up?"

It came with no preamble, no warning, and it caught her off guard. She'd forgotten how Jim had idolized Craig Dickerson. Now she recalled how crushed Jim had seemed when she and Craig broke up. But this was the last question she'd expected and she wasn't ready to answer it, not this minute. But she had to tell him something.

"The truth is, we didn't break up. Craig ditched me when he caught me with another guy. He'd always said trust was the key to any relationship. And when we were in high school, I never once fooled around on him, not once. But I didn't want to get married either so I went to a different college and met a lot of neat guys and so I decided since they didn't know Craig it wouldn't really be cheating...."

Outside, the wind was picking up. Inside only the crackling of the weather radio broke the silence until Jim spoke. "You've told me what happened. I already knew that. What I asked is why it happened."

"That's, kind of complicated and, to be honest, I don't know for sure. Let me think about it awhile. I'll try to give you an answer tonight. Is that okay?" 

The forgiving smile that appeared on Jim's face broke the brief tension. "Sounds to me like you're reneging on the deal. But maybe we can work a deal that would give me a little relief and you some more time." He'd been rubbing on the bulge in her jeans while staring into her eyes. The deal he wanted was obvious and one Randi was more than willing to make.

The problem was how to give Jim the blowjob he so richly deserved in return for his thumb trick, without being detected. They decided the best spot was behind the counter with him sitting on the stool, facing the front door and windows while she knelt between his legs. When she complained about having to kneel on the cold, concrete floor, Jim turned his insulated raincoat into a thick kneepad.

The feel of his warm, hard dick sliding into her mouth was such a rush. Randi liked giving blowjobs. Especially if she liked the guy. Part of it, she knew, was her being so oral. But going down on a guy always gave her a sense of power, of control. The turn-on with women was similar, but different.

She was getting into this one, luxuriating in the feel of the thick shaft moving in and out of her mouth at a slow, sensuous pace and savoring the faint taste of pre-cum when she squeezed on the shaft while swirling the tip of her tongue around Jim's cockhead. This was going to be a blowjob for the ages.

Then Jim laughed. Puzzled, she paused and glanced up. He was grinning and shaking his head. "You better get up. Looks like I'm being punished for tricking you earlier about Mr. Allen. Guess who really did just drive up."

Two more people came in while Mr. Allen was still there. They turned out to be the last of the day's customers. Half an hour later the snow flurries became thicker. Jim suggested they start shutting down. That was fine with Randi. While he made sure the emergency generator was ready in case the power went off, she began closing out the cash register.

When he asked if she was ready to go, Randi said yes and that he could go ahead and turn out the lights but asked him to lock up the front door. As Jim walked toward the front, the only illumination in the store was the one light always left on in the meat market and the dim winter sunlight coming through the tinted front windows. 

After engaging all three locks, he spun the OPEN/CLOSED sign on the front door around to CLOSED. "There, we're officially shut down," he said, while turning around. "So what did...?"

Randi was standing behind the counter with her winter coat off her shoulders, bunched at her elbows. The front was unzipped and opened wide. She had nothing on under the coat. That's what had stopped him in mid-sentence. Jim shook his head in disbelief and grinned. "Damn, but that should attract business."

"Smart ass. I've worked in this store all my life. Now, I want to play here."

"Me too. But where? It's too cold in the storeroom. The floor's not real inviting and the counter's kinda small."

"Remember what we did this morning?"

Jim nodded. "Damn straight. But that was in bed."

"Improvise, baby brother. Improvise." She crooked her finger at him. "Come over here and let big sister show you how it's done."

The mechanics were simple enough. Randi loosened the waistband to her insulated sweatpants and pushed then down below her bottom. Then she spread her legs and leaned over the counter. Jim positioned himself behind her ample ass and pushed the pants further down until he had easy access. After a brief struggle, he managed to free his very stiff cock. It seemed to have a homing instinct and was soon sliding into her warm, moist pussy.

They remained motionless for a moment, savoring the feel of their two bodies meshed together in this spot so filled with childhood memories. Outside, the snowfall was heavier. No cars passed. They were in their own private, passionate world. 

Randi's pussy contracted around Jim's cock. Could anything be better? As if in answer to her unspoken question, Jim slowly pulled about halfway out and then, inch by gradual inch, he shoved back in. She could feel the big cockhead forcing her pussy wider as it traveled back and forth. When it was once again deep inside her body, Jim flexed his hips. The sensation was exquisite and her pussy squeezed even harder as she rocked her hips in response to his motion.

Fingertips, then hands began stroking her bare back. They were cold but she didn't mind. When Jim reached around for her breasts, she lifted up slightly, wanting to feel his fingers against them. She slid her hands under his and squeezed, joining him in the erotic massage. When he tweaked her hard nipples, it made her whole body tingle. 

She wanted to kiss him, kiss her brother. The thought of his tongue in her mouth seemed more intimate, more scandalous than his cock inside her pussy. She turned her head around and looked back at him. He seemed to understand and leaned forward until their lips met. When his tongue slipped inside her mouth, she made love to it with her own. Before long, her tongue was snaking into his mouth, not to dominate, but as an offering for him to use. They continued swapping back and forth until the awkward position forced their lips apart.

Jim began a slow, sensuous pumping motion, using almost every inch of his cock to make love to her churning pussy. Each thrust sent shivers of pleasure racing over her skin. As the pace increased, so did her pleasure. The feel of Jim's hips colliding against her bottom was delicious. Each impact set off another jolt of sexual energy. 

By now her eyes were closed. She was totally into the moment. Inside her pussy, Jim's dick was moving faster and faster, generating more heat and more pleasure. There was a whimper, maybe it was her. By now she wasn't sure of anything except she was on the verge of a mind blowing orgasm. 

But she sensed Jim wasn't speeding up anymore. The pace was the same. He was keeping her on the edge of coming. Oh shit. Now what was he doing? Oh hell, that little hitch at the end of each stroke, with him deep inside, it was great. But she wanted more than to just feel great. She wanted, she needed, she absolutely had to come, right now!

"Fuck me, Jim. Please, harder."

Fast, powerful thrusts began shaking her body. Jim was hammering into her with no restraint. Each stroke ended with a loud smack and a brain-jarring impact. It was wonderful, and very effective.




Randi Comes Home Ch. 04



background: Randi Druitt is a sexually liberated college girl, leery of commitment, who's come back to her rural hometown for a few months. These stories recount how some family members helped her cope with the area's limited sexual outlets.

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The weather was at the uneasy juncture between late winter and early spring; warm in the sun, cold in the shade. Randi glanced out through the bushes just beyond her bedroom window. The first flowers of spring were making a tentative appearance. 

A sudden wave of ecstasy rippled across her nude body and she quivered with delight. Moving her gaze away from the outside world, she smiled and watched the small blonde head bobbing between her spread-eagled legs. This had to be the absolute perfect way to spend a Sunday afternoon.

Well, she supposed it might be even more perfect if Jim were here in bed with them. But while he was a most enthusiastic pussy licker, her brother couldn't top the talented tongue of their cousin, Sissy Rogers.

Of course, she should be good. Randi had trained Sissy—just as Aunt Clara had trained her. But there was a difference. To Clara, lesbian sex was something to do when no guys were around. Randi thought of it as a deliciously illicit, fun variation to sex with men. But for Sissy, it appeared to be her preference. 

While Randi wasn't sure about that last part, she was sure Sissy had never dated, a fact that had nothing to do with her appearance. Sissy was a tall, blue-eyed blonde with girl-next-door good looks. She was a jock, a basketball player so good she'd be going to college on a sports scholarship in the fall. Her body had the lithe, lean grace and perfect proportions of the trained athlete.

There'd been a time when Randi thought Sissy might be interested in Jim. That was back when they were in junior high. It'd seemed like a natural pairing. Of course, some people might have talked. Cousins didn't date very often, even in rural Jackson Junction. But it wasn't against the law and had once been common. 

A closet romantic, Randi had tried to help things along. But something happened and overnight, Sissy turned off on guys to the point of not even wanting to be around them. Even Jim was just barely tolerated. To this day Randi still wasn't sure why. 

All thoughts stopped as she shuddered under a new surge of passion. It was an incredible rush, but not quite enough to trigger a climax. Sissy might be just eighteen, but she had an uncanny ability to keep Randi near the edge of a mind-warping orgasm that always seemed just a moment away. 

Either Sissy was a natural or was getting in a lot of practice time with someone else. This was the first time they'd gotten together since Christmas. With Jim as a live-in lover and he, like Sissy, playing basketball, finding time to be alone with her had been impossible. Thank god, basketball season was over.

A series of slower, softer tongue strokes eased Randi back from the brink, but not very far. After letting out a long, shuddering sigh, she looked down at the grinning face of her tormentor. "You are an evil child."

"Nope, I'm an evil woman." Sissy stuck out her tongue, then began rotating her face while lowering it toward Randi's pussy like a hawk circling in for the kill. When tongue touched clit, Randi gasp at the intense sensation while her hips arched off the bed. 

The violent reaction broke Sissy's contact. "You trying to toss me out of the saddle?" she teased, before diving back onto Randi's churning pussy. To secure her spot, she wrapped her long arms around Randi's thighs and held on tight. What her tongue began doing then was a form of exquisite torture. For Randi, it was like being on an ever shifting erotic edge between almost steady and not quite falling.

All sense of time or place was lost. Searing waves of sexual energy surged out from Randi's pussy, taking control of her body and mind. When the pleasure became more than she could bear, she would try to push the blonde head away. But a moment later she'd be trying to force that twisting, darting tongue even deeper into her snatch.

To stop the constant pulling and pushing, Sissy grabbed Randi's wrists and penned them to the bed. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Randi knew she could pull free. But she didn't want to be free--she wanted to come. "Oh shit, Sissy. I can't stand this. Please, please, get me off."

Her cousin's voice cut through the fog of emotions. "Okay, but first you've got to promise to do something for me."

"Sure. I'll go down on you. I always have. Hell, I'll do it every day, twice a day." The only response was a tongue stroking her clit. "Oh fucking shit!"

"That's not what I was talking about. This is, well, it's more personal."

If it was more personal than her eating Sissy out, it must be really special. "Whatever. Just do me, please."

"You promise?"

Another lick generated another anguished moan. "Oh god, yes."

"Well, in that case, since you promised." Sissy began gently lapping around the edges of Randi's well-licked pussy. Taking her time, she worked toward the clit she'd been lovingly abusing for so long. As her mouth settled into place, her tongue slipped inside Randi's pussy. The response was a quivering shudder and pleas for a quick release. When she swirled her tongue inside the warm, slick pussy, the pleas became louder. Still taking her time, she encircled the swollen clit with her lips and began sucking gently while teasing it with the tip of her tongue. The unheeded pleas turned into a deep, throaty noise followed by a long moan. 

Randi's body was under the control of those lips and that tongue. Everything seemed to be happening at once. She was panting, babbling, and tossing her head from side to side while bucking and twisting across the bed. This time, when she approached the brink of an orgasm, Sissy increased the pressure of her lips and the speed of her tongue. 

It struck with a soul-shattering intensity. Randi's body went on erotic autopilot. There was a strangled groan and her hips arched high off the bed. Her scalp tinged, her toes curled. Everything in-between was jangling nerves on sexual overload. Sissy managed to hold on as the first wave of warm fluid washed over her face. 

The moment her body began to relax and her hips started sinking back toward the bed, the touch of Sissy's tongue sent them surging back upward. The process was repeated again and again. It was like being a yo-yo, rising and falling at the whim of a young, blond goddess determined to give all the pleasure Randi could endure.

As it turned out, Randi could endure a lot of pleasure. But even she had a limit. When the last shiver of erotic excitement ebbed away, she pulled Sissy up beside her. Exhausted, they lay wrapped in each other's arms, luxuriating in the warm, fading glow of their lovemaking.

Once she recovered, Randi began to kiss and lick her cousin's face like a mother cat cleaning a kitten. She nuzzled Sissy's neck and was rewarded with a moan of pleasure. When they began to kiss, Randi took charge, running her tongue in deep, tasting herself inside the young girl's mouth. 

While her tongue explored Sissy's mouth, Randi's fingers were doing the same thing to her body. To Randi, who considered her own breasts undersized and unattractive, Sissy's were a source of wonder, envy, and pleasure. Though not large, they were high and firm and had a perfect cone-shape. Pale pink areolas surrounded sensitive nipples that became long and incredibly hard when excited, like now.

With a contented sigh, Sissy rolled over on her back. Randi followed, their lips never parting. Seizing one of the marvelous breasts, she began gently rotating its erect nipple between her fingertips. Sissy squirmed with pleasure and ran her fingers through her cousin's strawberry blonde hair.

There was no way Randi wanted to stop kissing Sissy's sweet mouth. On the other hand, she couldn't wait to begin feasting on her tasty breasts. They were so sensitive she'd once gotten Sissy off just by sucking on them. That memory settled the issue. 

Releasing the nipple, she let her fingertips slid down over Sissy's flat belly. They reached the small, silky bush just as Randi's lips encircled the deserted nipple. But instead of the soft moan of pleasure she expected, Randi heard, "Wait. You promised to do whatever favor I asked, right?" 

The look on Sissy's face was all business. Feeling both surprised and a little annoyed, Randi said she had and she would. "So what do you want?"

Sissy took a deep breath, closed her eyes, then her words came rushing out. "I want to go to the prom with Jim."

"You what?"

"I want you to convince Jim to take me to the prom," repeated Sissy, after letting out her breath and opening her eyes. "I've never gone to anything like that and, well, I'm a senior, so this is my last chance."

The request was a total shock. Randi sat up and stared at her cousin. "But you don't like boys. I mean, you've never dated or anything. Why now? Why Jim?"

"He's the only boy I could stand to go with. Besides, no other guy around here is going to ask me. I've turned 'em down so often they all think I'm a lesbian. And maybe I am. I mean, the only person I've ever made love with is you. But I just want to go to the prom, not make love with Jim. I don't think I could, even if he wanted to."

The request set off a swirl of contradictory emotions. While she'd once hoped Sissy and Jim might become an item, that was years ago. Now, she wanted to keep Jim for herself. He was a great lover and if he and Sissy hooked up, Randi knew she might be stuck in town with no guy available for several more months.

But it'd just be one date, one night. Then she'd get Jim back. Only something told her that might not be the case. But Randi knew she'd mention it to Jim. A promise was a promise and Sissy was one of her favorite people, the kid sister she'd never had. 

Besides, this would give her a chance to learn something about that sudden turn-off on boys. And it was only right that Sissy know her two cousins were now lovers. That alone might kill any thoughts about going with him to the prom. Even if it didn't, Jim would probably say no, especially if Randi handled things just right. "Okay, I'll see what I can do. But you've got to smarten me up about a few things."

By now Sissy was also sitting up, her pert, bare breasts pointing right at Randi. At pleased smile made a fleeting appearance on her face. "I'll try to smarten you up," she said, "but it won't be easy."

"Easy twerp. I'm still your big cousin. Okay, first of all, let me lay this on you. Jim and I have, well, we've been making it, the two of us, since that big weekend snow storm."

Sissy looked embarrassed. "I'd sort of figured something might be going on between you two. I mean, Jim hadn't dated anyone since breaking up with Shirley Matson and girls keep falling all over him. And you'd stopped complaining all the time about not dating and had this contented look on your face. And then a few weeks ago, I accidental-like, saw you two doing it."

Randi was stunned. "Where?"

"Here," Sissy gestured around her. "In this bed. I'd come in looking for you--I needed some help with algebra. The back door was locked but your light was on. So I used the key your mother keeps in the flowerpot to let myself in. I started to yell, but heard noises coming from your room and, well, that's when I saw you two."

"Oh, God. I'm so sorry, for both of us. Did it gross you out?"

"No. Not really. It was a shock, of course. I mean, I'd never seen anyone doing it before. But it looked, and sounded, like you were both having fun. And it did explain why you'd stopped complaining and Jim wasn't dating. Why should he; he had you?" Both women smiled. 

"Anyway, I'd been wanting to go to the prom. And seeing you two, I decided maybe he'd take me, if he doesn't have a date and I don't think he does—and if it's okay with you."

Randi smiled and allowed herself a white lie. "Sissy, you know I don't care. What Jim and I have is a lot of fun, but it's just physical. Besides, this way we'll be keeping things in the family."

"Oh, that's great. The thing is, since he has you, I figured he wouldn't need to try and, you know. Besides, Jim's always been sweet and nice to me."

"Well, you two grew up together. I even remember you being a little sweet on him at one time. Then something happened and you were off him and all other boys. Why?"

A dark cloud seemed to pass over Sissy's face. "I don't want to talk about it, Randi. Please, I'd just rather not."

"Was it something I did, or Jim--did he do something wrong?"

"No. No. You two had nothing to do with it, at least not directly."

"Well, if I was even indirectly involved, I want to know. If you want me to set you up with Jim, I need to know what happened."

Tears began rolling down Sissy's cheeks. The sight surprised Randi. She'd never seen her scrappy cousin cry. "It was back when you were dating, you know, Dwayne Self. One day I came over. He was here, in your room, and said you and Jim had gone out for some reason but would be back soon and that I should wait." 

There was a pause as Sissy wiped at her tears. "And so we were alone and we started talking, and the talk got onto sex. And then I saw him reaching for his zipper and I, I don't remember much else, just how he wouldn't stop making me do it 'till we heard your car driving up, and then him saying not to tell or I'd get in big trouble and Jim might get beat up at school." 

The trickle of tears turned into a river of grief. Randi scooted over and pulled the sobbing girl close. They embraced and fell together back onto the bed. One crying tears that sprang from years of suppressed hurt; the other tears of guilt for not protecting Sissy, for having dated Dwayne Self, for not asking, for not knowing, for being selfish about Jim.

"You should have told me, honey."

"I know. But I felt so dirty and guilty. And I was afraid and confused 'cause I didn't know how you could date someone like that. Then I figured you wouldn't be if you knew what he'd done, what he was like, and that I needed to tell you. Only by then you'd broken up with him. So, I didn't say anything."

"And that's why you never dated." It was a statement, not a question.

Sissy nodded. "I've been afraid of being alone with guys since then. Just thinking about it makes me shake. But Jim's different. Like I said, he's always been sweet and I've known him forever. I've even been alone with him a few times, you know, here or at the store, where ever. Of course, he's never been interested in me."

"Believe me, Jim Druitt could be coming in his pants and still look like he care less. He's got this incredible poker face. The first time we did it, I thought I'd have to jump naked into bed with him to even get his attention, much less his interest. Turns out we were both super horny. But with him, something like that never shows. That's just his way. Don't worry. If I can't get him to take you to the prom, I'll give up my membership in the sisterhood and go find a nunnery."

"Are you sure, I mean, about Jim taking me? He's always dated girls like Shirley, you know, super good-looking female-females. I'm just a jock tom-boy."

"Oh, Sissy, if you only knew. Why do you think you had to say no to all those guys? You are a doll. A blue-eyed blonde with a slim toned figure I'd die for. Girl, by the time we get through dressing you up, every guy at the prom is going be tripping over himself trying for a better look and every girl will be jealous and pissed as hell."

"You are so full of shit."

"True, but I'm also right. You're a delicious looking piece. Believe me, all the guys and maybe even some of the gals, will want a taste—like this." Randi dove for Sissy's neck and began loudly nuzzling. 

The younger girl shrieked with surprise and pleasure. "Don't you dare give me a hickey," she said between giggles, while making a feeble effort to dislodge the teasing mouth.

The warning gave Randi an idea. There was no way she could give Sissy a hickey everyone could see. But that didn't mean she couldn't brand her cousin's cute little ass the same way she'd done Jim's. The next time Sissy tried to turn away, Randi kept her rolling over onto her stomach.

Moving in between her cousin's long legs, she grabbed hold of the smoothly muscled thighs, and then clamped her mouth onto Sissy's firm right butt cheek. That was about where Jim had his hickey. Thanks to her making sure it stayed fresh and vivid, it'd been there since the first night they screwed. It was kind of her brand. Now Sissy was about to get one.

"What are you doing?" Sissy tried to turn over, but Randi had her penned to the bed.

"Stop! Are you nuts? I'm not believing you. You've gotta stop. Oh, please don't. Oh, please, Oh, oh...." The protests faded into soft moans. Maybe it was Randi's determination, or the dominant position with her arms encircling Sissy's slim hips, or maybe it was the fingertips that were caressing the silken hairs and moist folds of her labia.

As the branding of Sissy's rump continued, so did the work on her pussy. Fingertips were now inside her pussy, stroking the smooth, moist inner flesh just inside the opening. When least expected, one would flick her clit. Every muscle she had would jerk from the almost painful pleasure.

When Randi decided she'd done everything possible to achieve the perfect hickey, she released Sissy's sweet cheek and studied her work. It was going to be a great one. But she wasn't through with her cousin, who was still hunching and moaning with unsatisfied need.

The sight of that perfect little ass bucking up and down was such a turn-on, Randi didn't take the time to flip her over. She'd never eaten a girl from behind, but now it seemed like the obvious thing to do. Burrowing her face into the dark closeness at the juncture of those taut thighs, she used the tip of her tongue to search for the target. When she made contact, Sissy exploded.

The force of the orgasm was incredible. Sissy emitted a guttural sound and her body convulsed. She begged Randi to stop, begged her to lick faster, tried to pull away, tried to push back, flooded her face with warm fluid and thrashed about on the bed, all at about the same time.

Each time Sissy began to recover, a quick lick would send her back into orbit. It was, Randi decided, the best possible revenge for the way Sissy had earlier kept her bouncing up and down like a yo-yo. 

When the last ounce of passion had been squeezed out of the orgasm, both of them were exhausted. Randi lay her head on Sissy's bottom and gently stroked her cousin's smooth, damp skin. 

It had been a most satisfying afternoon. She looked at the darkening hickey and smiled. There was no telling what would happen between Jim and Sissy. Probably nothing. But even if it did, maybe, just maybe, instead of losing Jim, both he and Sissy might become her steady lovers. That'd sure make time fly, even in sleepy Jackson Junction.

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note: Is a family threesome in the future for Randi? Your votes and comments, along with suggestions on possible future chapters and how to improve the series, are appreciated. RF