6 comments/ 197993 views/ 18 favorites He Came, He Saw Ch. 01 By: cumallday From his bedroom window Pete waited in anticipation for his step-sister's little blue car to pull into the driveway of their parent's sea-side home. It wasn't his step-sister he was looking forward to seeing, but her new college roommate accompanying her for the first time. It had only been a couple weeks since Rebecca began college in the city with this weekend her first returning home. Pete was hoping his step-sister's new roommate might offer some decent eye candy over the weekend. No red blooded eighteen year old boy would hope any different upon hearing of a college girl coming to stay at their house for a weekend. He finally heard a car approaching. Sure enough it was Rebecca, his step-sister. She pulled into the driveway and got out of her car first. Unseen from the second story window, Samantha, her new roommate, finally stepped out. Pete grinned from ear to ear. He couldn't help but think to himself, "Oh my God!" The Stone -Taylor Family were well known and well liked in their small seaside town. Hyphenated Stone -Taylor because wife Maggie Stone kept her maiden name after she wed Arthur Taylor, her second husband. Maggie was Arthur's third attempt at wedded bliss. At the time of their courtship both Maggie and Arthur were doing well in their respective careers and decided to begin anew, children in tow, in pursuit of the middle class dream. They found a beautiful old Victorian house overlooking the sea. It was secluded at the end of a cul-de-sac in a small town not far from the city in which they worked. The property itself gave them a private stretch of beach and enough land to build a greenhouse for Maggie, a florist by trade. Oprah would be proud. Their new union was supposed to blossom into the household both dreamed of. The dream never really bloomed as expected. Both Maggie and Arthur were well aware of the two major weeds inhibiting the fruition of their dream household. The first, as they had discussed several times, concerned their careers. In order to finance their dream, both had to work long hours. Maggie ran her ever-growing floral shop business and Arthur found himself travelling extensively after his promotion at the pharmaceutical company he worked for. Sure, the hours for each were long, but the money was good so it was an easy compromise. The second major weed in their plans, one they were far more reluctant to discuss, concerned their children. Despite their hectic schedules, both parents tried hard to make the most of their family time together. Maggie's daughter, Rebecca, and Arthur's son, Peter, never hit it off though; not even in the six years the family had been together. Neither one was able to bridge the "step" of their sister-brother relationship. The chill in their children's relationship always placed a damper on family time and the dream Maggie and Arthur had envisioned. It wasn't necessarily that Pete hated Rebecca, hate being such a strong word. He just didn't understand her. It was as if they were from two different planets. He also resented the way he thought she would look down on him as if he were her inferior. He often thought there must be a switch on her permanently set to "condescension." She the serious, brooding, moody introvert clashed with Pete who inhabited the exact opposite qualities. Their spats never lasted long, both seeming eager to just ignore the other. It hadn't always been that way. In the early days when he was 13 and she 15 and their parents began dating, they gave the impression to be warming up to one another. Shortly after they moved in to their new home, Rebecca, in Pete's opinion, turned. He never knew why, but took it personally. Pete made his way downstairs and quickly entered the living room adjacent the front door. He turned on the television and made it look like he had been watching it for hours. When Rebecca walked in she immediately saw him and gave him a nonchalant, "hey." When Samantha walked in she looked around the large house until she finally turned to the living room. When she saw Pete she flashed him a radiant smile and introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Samantha, your sister's new roommate!" "Step-sister," Rebecca corrected her. "Oh, right, sorry, you must be Peter," Samantha said. Pete got up and approached her with a goofy yet welcoming smile and extended his hand out to her. "Yeah, I'm Pete. 'Becca never mentioned how good looking her new roommate was." "Uh-oh, 'Becca, I think we got a charmer here!" Samantha exclaimed with an appreciative laugh. Rebecca responded with a tone of annoyance, "Yeah, a charmer with a steady girlfriend. Right, Pete?" She grabbed Samantha's bag and said, "I'll put these bags away and give you a tour...never mind him." Pete shot an angry look at his Rebecca that she ignored and switched back to his coy countenance as he returned his focus onto Samantha and said, "I guess I'll talk to you later." "Later, Pete," Samantha said as she turned to follow Rebecca. Pete didn't want her to leave, but he loved watching her go. After Samantha disappeared around the corner of the hallway Pete looked up to the ceiling and mouthed a grateful "Thank You" as he placed his hands together in mock prayer. Samantha was everything Pete could have hoped for and then some. She seemed the same height as Rebecca and Maggie so Pete thought she must be in the 5' 6" - 5' 7" range. Her facial features made him think her a Tiffany Amber Thiessen look alike. Her style in general gave Pete the impression she must be some kind of "rocker chick." She had a round face framed by a jet black bob-style haircut. Her eyes were a piercing shade of blue. Pete found the contrast between black hair and blue eyes intoxicating. She painted her face with dark dramatic mascara and eyeliner. Her full lips were lipsticked fire engine red and in the brief conversation Pete had with her he definitely noticed a tongue piercing. The black choker around her neck framed her cute, sexy visage. All of this on glowing milky white skin. Below the neckline her sex appeal only continued. He thought her body akin to some of the plus sized lingerie models he would occasionally ogle on his computer and masturbate to. She had to be one of the most voluptuous girls he had ever seen. Her form fitting t-shirt and jeans gave him a good idea of what her curvy hourglass figure might look like nude. Her black cotton t-shirt bore the logo of a punk rock band. The logo stretched out because of her large what Pete guessed were c-cup, maybe even d-cup breasts. A firm looking midriff augmented her bustline as it tapered down to flaring feminine hips. Pete thought her ass a triple b or "bootilicious bubble butt." Although Samantha's posterior was indeed round and bountiful, Pete couldn't help notice how tight and firm it looked. The last thing Pete savoured of Samantha had to be her enticing perfume; a scent somewhere between baby powder and roses. Pete knew Rebecca wouldn't allow him to assist her giving Samantha a tour of the property and so without any hesitation he ran upstairs, locked his bedroom door, removed his clothes, and began jerking off like a madman. As he lay on his bed stroking his cock and cupping his balls he could only think of Samantha's face, breasts, ass and perfume. The warm September breeze blowing in from his window caressing his skin only enhanced the images floating in his head. He definitely had the sex drive of a normal eighteen year old male. Five minutes after he began jacking off to Samantha he ejaculated several long streams into a tissue paper. He also had the endurance of a normal eighteen year old male. He walked over to his garbage can to throw the cum soaked tissue paper away and noticed the picture of his girlfriend beaming at him on the desk next to the can. He imagined her asking him if he thought jerking off to that unbelievably sexy girl wasn't kind of cheating on her. He avoided the picture. It wasn't everyday he got to meet a goddess. He loved his girlfriend, Katrina, and all, but he knew it wouldn't be the last time he would cum with Samantha in mind. Little did he know that Samantha would turn his sex drive into overdrive in more ways than he could ever expect. Pete saw little of Samantha that afternoon. She and Rebecca finished the tour of the property and spent the remainder of the day up in Rebecca's room behind closed doors. Pete had always been envious of Rebecca's bedroom situated up in a converted attic. It was as much a bedroom as it was a small living room. Besides bed, dresser and desk, Rebecca also had enough space to place a sofa, rug, and television stand. Her bedroom also faced the ocean side of the house. Pete's bedroom was at the end of the second story hall facing the street. He had plenty of space and privacy, but still held a grudge towards Rebecca who refused to relinquish her mini-apartment up in the attic even after she set out to college. Their parents had turned the foyer on the first floor into their master bedroom because it too faced the ocean and had the bonus of a fire place. The dining room sat opposite the parent's bedroom where everyone convened for that night's supper. When Samantha entered the dining room Pete perked up in his seat. His cock perked up in his shorts as well. It was a rare Saturday when both parents were home to have diner together. Rebecca assured Samantha beforehand that she didn't have to tone down her "punky" style. Maggie and Arthur were fairly liberal minded and always taught that it was how a person thought that mattered first and foremost. Learning that Samantha was a long time honour roll student and had won several academic prizes didn't hurt either. They hoped some of her smarts would rub off on Rebecca who made it to college on an athletic scholarship. The diner passed well with everyone enjoying their meal. Pete always took time to shoot glances at Samantha who sat between him and Rebecca. They found out they had a lot in common and enjoyed the same music, movies, and t.v. shows. They even discovered they had the same taste in comic books and graphic novels. Rebecca interupted their conversation asking, "How's Katrina, Pete?" Her tone subtly suggesting more interest in breaking up his chat with Samantha than interest in how Katrina was doing. "Oh she's well as always," Pete replied. "She had a blast as a camp counsellor this summer, but is happy to be back with her family, friends, and me." "How long have you two been a couple?" Samantha asked. "Well, officially for two years now, but we had been hanging out pretty much ever since we moved in here five-six years ago." Pete answered. "Oh, Yes," Maggie chipped in, "I remember when Rebecca first brought her here, she was such a tomboy. It's nice to see she's become such a pretty young thing. She and Rebecca were both stars on their high school track team don't you know," she informed Samantha. "That is until she and Petey started gettin' all googly-eyed over each other." "Thank you mother," Rebecca added churlishly. "Ohhh, I see," Samantha said with more understanding than either Maggie, Arthur or Pete could imagine. Pete passed his Saturday night with Katrina and a small circle of their friends in town. They went bowling and followed it up with a dismal horror flick at the local movie house. Always the responsible designated driver, Katrina drove her boyfriend back home. She stopped a good distance before pulling up to the house on a deserted stretch of road so they could have their routine make out session in the car without worrying about being caught. "When are you and I going to finally do it?" Pete asked. "When the mood is right, Sugar, but I promise we'll go all the way soon. I had a long talk with my mom and she said she knows you'll respect my decision, but I think I can please my man tonight nevertheless," she offered back trying to comfort him. Katrina's mother and Pete's mother were best friends and happy their children had become "lovebirds." Whenever Katrina's mother, Vanessa, and Maggie were together within Pete's vicinity they'd make sure to tease him asking when he planned on proposing to Katrina or how many grandchildren he thought he and Katrina were going to give them. Both Pete and Katrina knew their mothers' intentions went a little beyond just teasing. "I love it when you use that sexy little voice. I don't know, it's so naughty coming from you. You're always so goodie goodie, I like seeing that side of my sweet little Katrina," Pete cooed. Pete was stroking her long straight black hair in one hand and caressing her thigh with the other. Katrina ran her fingers through his sandy blond hair in response. It wasn't hard to be turned on by Katrina. Many of his buddies often told him how lucky he was to be going out with one of the top five best looking girls in school, according to the official list drawn up by his fellow male classmates. Facially, Katrina always reminded Pete of Kristen Kreuk, one of the stars from the "Smallville" television series. She had long dark hair, soft green eyes, and a dark complexion. From the couple of times she let Pete go beyond first base he knew she had perky, upturned little a-cup breasts topped with lovely puffy pink nipples on a long and lean build. Katrina held reservations about her nipples being so much puffier than the other girls in the locker room, but Pete assured her he thought they were amazing. Likewise, Katrina often received questions from her girlfriends wondering what Pete looked like naked being voted one of the top ten best looking guys in school by the girls on a similar list. Katrina often teased Pete calling him an Irish De La Hoya. Much to Katrina's delight and chagrin, whenever Pete wanted to get his way with the opposite sex, he knew all he had to do was summon the sparkle in his big brown eyes and flash that heart melting smile of his. "So, can I suck on those amazing nipples tonight?" Pete asked her now nibbling her ear lobe. He also had a way with words that made her love to be angry with him. Things were getting heavy. This was the first time they were making out since she returned from her summer camp job. She only saw Pete once all summer long. He had made the effort of visiting her on her eighteenth birthday in the middle of July. They met surreptitiously and made out in the woods that night and she let him finger her for the first time. It was also the first time she had reached climax other than by herself. The meeting also marked the first time she was introduced to his penis. She wasn't an expert on penis size by any stretch, but she thought his dick was big. Ever since she pulled it out and jerked him off that fateful night she felt anxiety over the day she would finally allow him to put it in her. She remembered asking Jenny, her "very experienced" friend about it and all Jenny could do was look at her in amazement. "I can't believe miss goodie two shoes herself ever went that far in the first place," were her exact words. Katrina snapped out of her flashback as she felt Pete's hands crawling up her skirt and blouse. "Hold on Petey," she said holding his wrists and looking over at him with as much trepidation as lust. "Pull it out," she whispered, surprising herself. Pete didn't need any further instruction. He immediately unzipped his fly and popped his raging hard-on out. He sat back, one hand slowly stroking his prick, the other massaging Katrina's back. He looked at her with goofy eagerness on his face. Pete then asked, "Is this what you're looking for miss Moretti?" She giggled and held her fist up to her mouth while biting her lower lip unable to hide the blushing, bashful state her face and body language read. She scooted over towards Pete and reach for his penis brushing her hair aside and straightening her back as though she were about to handle something that required delicate hands when he stopped her. "I think you should lose your blouse and bra miss Moretti," he said with a devilish look. "O.k.," she muttered blushing even more heavily. She slowly and seductively removed her blouse and bra. "Now can I touch it?" She asked in her best throaty voice. Pete cocked his head to the side and answered, "You may proceed miss Moretti." Katrina giggled loudly and Pete chuckled in kind. Katrina made her way over to the passenger seat Pete was reclining in. She straddled his legs staring at the pulsating penis he kept on stroking. She turned around and grabbed her purse from the dash to retrieve a condom from her wallet. "What?" Pete asked with a startled enthusiasm. "You wanna do it, you wanna fuck, baby?" Katrina didn't respond right away. She took the condom out of the wrapper and answered, "Sorry, Sugar, I just don't want you leaving a mess in my mom's car. And besides, I want our first time to be making love and not fucking," she said frankly. Pete was cool with it. "Oh, I see," he said still grinning, but with less enthusiasm. "I wanna watch you put it on though. I wanna see my sweet Katrina cover her man's hard cock." Katrina began unfurling the latex condom over his penis. "Yeah, that's it, you love the cock don't you," Pete cooed. Katrina gave him a glance suggesting she wanted to hear something more romantic at the moment. Pete picked up on it and gently ran his fingernails up and down her arm. "You look beautiful, so beautiful Katrina," he corrected himself. "That's better," she responded and giggled cheerfully as she began masturbating him bringing her forehead to his and into a long hot kiss. Their tongues danced together as the temperature in the car began to rise, fogging the windows. Pete lifted himself to recapture the kiss Katrina had broke. Pete pushed Katrina back and took one of her breasts into his mouth. Her puffy nipples were also sensitive nipples. His attention to her chest made Katrina moan softly and sigh sharply. When her nipples hardened they poked out nearly half an inch. All the while she continued giving him a solid hand job. She only broke her grip to remove his t-shirt. It seemed to Katrina that her boyfriend had gained muscle mass over the summer. Pete began running his hands up and down her belly and tits. Each time he reached a breast he pinched her hard nipples. She let out a high gasp every time he did it. Katrina's panties were growing sodden with her lubrication. Pete decided it was time to play with her pussy. He brought his hand down under her plaid skirt to her crotch and pushed her white cotton panties over to one side. He began by rubbing the folds of her sex with his flattened hand. In response she pressed him into her sweaty bosom and cried out, "Oohhh Petey!" She was jerking him off faster now. They stared at each other with hungry eyes. He grabbed an ass cheek with the other hand and continued suckling her breasts every so often making his way up to the nape of her neck. He plunged a finger into her opening and she let out a long slow breathy, "yesssssssss." She began rocking back and forth on his lap rubbing her mound into his hand which now had two fingers up inside her and a thumb stimulating her clitoris. Every time Katrina came down onto Pete's probing fingers she let out a high pitched yelp. It wouldn't be long now. The car smelled of sex and sweat, it's windows now completely fogged. Pete lifted her skirt trying to see his hand inside her in the dark car. Katrina's dark curls were soaked in her moisture and sweat. They were both covered in perspiration and breathing heavy. Katrina was fisting Pete's pecker fast and furiously. She began to tremble as she bounced on Pete's invading fingers. She looked at him with watery eyes that were rolling back and guffed, "I'm going to cum...Petey, I'm going to...uh...uh..Aaaaaagh!" He could feel her butt clench and her grip on his shoulder and cock tighten. She let go of his shoulder and began pounding the roof of the car. He also felt her pussy tighten around his fingers and release hot pussy juice all over his hand. It trickled down her legs onto his legs. For a brief second Pete thought of Samantha. He shook it off. He couldn't take it any longer and sat straight up throwing the arm that held Katrina's buttocks around her waist pushing her down onto his soaked hand. He began bucking into her hand job and pressed his head into her shoulder. Katrina never let up her hard jerking. "Yeeaaugh...yeahhhhhhh," Pete yelled as his cum pumped over and over again into the condom. Spent, they both pecked and nuzzled as they exchanged sweet nothings for a short while before deciding it was growing late. He Came, He Saw Ch. 01 Katrina reached for a package of tissues in the glove compartment and cleaned Pete's cock. Pete returned the favour wiping at her pussy longer than what was required, of course. After they had collected themselves they began the brief two minute drive to his house. Once Katrina reached the house Pete looked at the clock on the dash. It read 1:44. He looked at the driveway; everyone was home. After giving Katrina a long passionate kiss, he pulled back sucking her bottom lip and bid her goodnight. "I'll call you tomorrow, miss Moretti," he told her as the kiss broke. "Love you, lover boy," Katrina responded with big doe eyes. He watched her pull out and made his way inside the house feeling warm and satisfied. Oddly, the house was quiet for a Saturday night. He made his way to the kitchen for refreshment. On his way he passed by his parent's bedroom and couldn't help hearing the sounds of sex emanating from the closed door. He stopped and put his ear to the door. It tickled him to hear his parents fucking. Pete thought they didn't have much of a sex life anymore. Just then his step-mom squealed loudly. He pulled back and continued to the kitchen. Before making his way back upstairs he paused at the master bedroom one last time and heard his dad grunting and the sound of flesh slapping flesh. Laughing to himself, Pete rounded the stairs back up to his bedroom. At the top of the stairs was a landing that had another set of stairs to the right leading up to his step-sister's attic bedroom. He noticed the door slightly ajar and dim light spilling out onto the top landing. He also heard girlish laughter. Intrigued, Pete slowly and stealthily climbed the stairs to Rebecca's bedroom door. He hoped he might see Samantha's hot curvaceous body in something more revealing than just a t-shirt and jeans, maybe even, he thought giddily, in the act of changing clothes. Pete approached the door carefully. He had complete confidence he couldn't be seen as he peered into the room. What he saw made his jaw drop and eyes bulge. "OH MY FUCK, THEY'RE LESBIANS," he shouted in his head. Samantha and Rebecca were underneath the covers, french kissing. Pete couldn't see much flesh, but he saw Samantha on top of his step-sister. He could see the side of her large breasts pressed against Rebecca. Rebecca's arms were pulling Samantha into her. Through the covers Pete could tell Samantha was grinding her thigh into Rebecca's crotch. Rebecca began moaning. Pete panicked when he heard Samantha ask if they should close the door. Rebecca gasped and quickly answered, "Oh, fuck, of course, close it and lock it Sam." Pete quickly pivoted and stood tightly against the wall next to the door's opening hoping he wouldn't be found out. After the door shut Pete waited a few seconds and crept back down to his bedroom still in shock. He paced around his bedroom until he finally decided to take a shower. He made his way back downstairs and climbed into the shower. As he washed, images of Samantha and Rebecca played out over and over in his head. It didn't take long before his cock stiffened. He grabbed the shampoo bottle, lathering his cock and balls. As he jerked off to the intensely erotic and exciting scene he had just witnessed his heart ran the gamut of four emotions. First, Samantha was a dyke. He never seriously thought he had a chance of getting into her pants, but the knowledge of her orientation frustrated him nonetheless. Second, Rebecca was a dyke. He would have never guessed, but certain things about her began to fall in place. She rarely dated in high school despite often placing second or first on the famous "sexiest" list. She always kept her hair short and almost never wore dresses or skirts. On that last note, Pete realized his step-sister never really outgrew her tomboy phase, only refined it. The fact that she hid her lesbianism and hid it so well for so long angered him. Third, he wanted to tell. He quickly realized it was just an instinct, a knee jerk reaction, but couldn't shake the feeling, confusing him. Last of all, it turned him on to no end. He expended what was left of his semen in the shower and began thinking thoughts; nasty, immoral, unethical, lecherous thoughts. He Came, He Saw Ch. 02 Pete had a hard time sleeping. That Saturday night his long time girlfriend, Katrina, had gone further sexually with him than she ever had before. He dreamt about her rocking her hips over his probing fingers in the reclined passenger seat of her mother's car. He dreamt of the passion and desire washing over her body and face as they mutually masturbated themselves to climax. In his abnormally vivid dream he could see, hear, feel, and smell her. Every time the scenario played itself over in the recurring dream it ended with Pete looking over his shoulder to the back seat of the car where he would see his step-sister, Rebecca, and her new sexpot college roommate, Samantha, engaged in forbidden love. Not only were they going at it like dogs in heat, but Samantha would always look over to Pete and give him an intentional wink and blow him a kiss. At that point in the dream sequence Pete always woke up in a sweat and a shudder. He would look at the clock radio, look at his throbbing erection, and go back to sleep. Pete crawled out of bed at around 9:00 a.m. and made his way downstairs for coffee and breakfast. His morning woody was as rock hard as always. Normally he'd give himself a quick rub and be over with it, but he knew Samantha was still in the house and wanted to be around her as much as possible before she went back to the city with his step-sister the next day. He tied his cotton pyjama bottoms as tight as he could and placed his hard-on underneath the tightened drawstring pressing it against himself. He then threw a long baggy t-shirt overtop in order to conceal it perfectly. Before descending the stairs to the kitchen he stood on the landing, looked over to the flight of stairs leading up to his step-sister's bedroom, and shook his head in disbelief. On his way to the kitchen Pete found the house to be as it normally was on a Sunday morning. This meant his dad was working on his handicap at the local golf course, his step-mother was in her garden, and his step-sister most likely jogging along the beach or weight training in the basement, (they were a secular family). "That is, of course, if her and Samantha aren't eating each other out up there," he thought to himself. He still couldn't believe he witnessed his step-sister and her new roommate having lesbian sex late last night. He noticed Rebecca's favourite coffee mug on the counter which meant she was definitely up. He called out to her from the top of the basement steps connected to the kitchen, but received no response. He figured she had to be out running. "Samantha must still be asleep," he thought. Pete had drunk half his coffee while watching cartoons in the kitchen when Rebecca came in looking exhausted. Sweat drenched her clingy lycra athletic gear. Even her boyish hairdo seemed to be matted down with sweat. Pete couldn't help wonder if she weren't in a similar state last night in bed with Samantha. He had to admit, as much as he and Rebecca disliked each other, she was a hottie. When she was back in high school his friends never failed to routinely tell him how hot they thought his step-sister was. Often, her facial structure was compared to the actress, Rachel Leigh Cook. "Dude, you gotta get pictures of her naked," one of his friends had insisted. He remembered telling him that if she ever found out she'd beat the hell out of him and everyone he hung around with. Nobody doubted it. Rebecca was known to have a temper, to be tough as nails, and to be absolutely fearless. She had once been threatened with expulsion after sending a large football player to the hospital after he had come on too strong. Knowing her sexual secret made Pete look at Rebecca in a new, uncertain light. He began staring at her as she sipped from a water bottle she retrieved from the refrigerator. She had more than just a runner's body. He knew she specialized in hurdles and not long distance marathons so her body was built for power and speed, not endurance and it showed. The athletic top she sported exposed a midriff with a tight six pack of abdominal muscles. Her arms were built and ripped, but not too large or unfeminine. Her muscular thighs bulged in the middle tapering both down towards her knees and up towards her crotch. With tight lycra on and when standing straight with thighs together, a small window was formed between the top of her thighs and her crotch. Her legs traveled high to perfect hips. Behind her perfect hips lie a high ridding ass to weep over. She bent down in front of Pete to reach an apple and he couldn't tear his eyes away from the rock hard, heart shaped pair of buns in front of him. "I could bounce a million quarters off those cheeks and not make a dent," he thought to himself. When she began eating her apple and staring at the television he glimpsed at her chest. He guessed she had solid b-cups. They too rode high on her frame he thought. "If Michelangelo ever wanted to sculpt a female David, he could've used Rebecca as a model," he joked to himself. Pete felt his cock inflating again as he stared at his 20 year old step-sister wishing he could conceal it again, but just pulled up closer to the kitchen table. Rebecca noticed Pete staring at her. With a deliberate no-nonsense monotone she asked, "What-the-fuck-are-you-looking-at?" "Wha...oh, sorry, you, uh, look good. You look ready to kill the competition. All that training sure is paying off," Pete replied curtly. He knew he had to make an excuse for himself. He reasoned complementing her, although sincere, the best tactic. It worked. "Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself," Rebecca said, a cool smile on her lips. "I'm thinking of trying out for the soccer team this year so I've been hitting dad's weights and started running as well," Pete added. With a cocky smile and her head tossed backwards looking down her nose at him Rebecca offered, "As long as it's not football. You know how much I hate football." "You mean football players, right?" Pete shot back. Staring down at her feet with a slight flush Rebecca chuckled. "Yeah, I guess. Goddamned football players. Don't forget to work your calves." "I'll do that, thanks," Pete said. It was the friendliest and longest conversation Pete and Rebecca had had in a long while. Just then Samantha came into the kitchen. Pete's heart jumped; among other organs. She looked at Rebecca with a warm sleepy smile and said, "Good morning 'Becca." Rebecca answered in kind and said she was due for a shower and headed for the bathroom, but not before she pointed to the coffee and pantry. When Samantha spotted Pete she held up her hand and said, "good morning Pete. Are you all such early risers?" "I'm rising in my pants right now," Pete thought, but said, "It's not that early. Anyways, I hope you slept well. I'm sure 'Becca gave you her bed and took her sofa." Pete thought Samantha looked so delicious. Her black silk pyjamas showed off her lip smacking curves, especially her tits and ass. When she peered into the refrigerator Pete pointed out cereals, fruits, and yogurt all at the bottom. She looked and bent over, her juicy ass on full display. Pete was speechless. She stood up with a box of cereal, turned to face Pete and told him she changed her mind. She bent over again and grabbed an orange. She turned around once again and with a beguiling smile told Pete she changed her mind yet again. After the third time Pete couldn't help think she was displaying her ass to him deliberately. She finished with a yogurt cup and glanced at Pete again with a look that strongly suggested she was indeed teasing him. When Samantha turned her back to Pete once more to check the weather outside he quickly snuck his hard-on under the drawstring of his pyjama bottoms. "Offer you a coffee?" he asked with a bit of a croak in his voice. She agreed and sat at the opposite end of the table from where Pete was. They sat and chatted briefly. Pete discovered that Samantha was 25 years old and returning to school after travelling extensively and, in her own words, recklessly through Europe and most of Canada. With her unkempt bed hairdo and no make-up on Pete thought she looked even hotter. All of a sudden Pete felt Samantha's foot slowly caress his legs. She kept the conversation going as though nothing were different. With difficulty keeping his cool, Pete croaked every time he spoke up, his face noticeably blushing. With every spoonful of yogurt Samantha would provocatively lick the utensil clean with her tongue, yet kept her eyes serious and platonic, never breaking the light and natural flow of the dialogue. Perspiration began percolating on Pete's brow. Underneath the table Pete's cock burst out of its confinement, throbbing and aching. Just then Rebecca re-entered the kitchen wearing a blue terrycloth robe, her short brown hair slick and black from the shower. "You can use the shower if you want, Sam," she said. Samantha darted up out of her seat, threw the yogurt cup out, put the coffee mug into the dishwasher, and headed for the bathroom asking where the towels were before she left the kitchen. Rebecca looked over at Pete and told him not to slouch in his seat. When both were gone and out of site Pete sat back up in his seat wiping the sweat from his forehead. "She's a cocktease, a bonafied cocktease. No, a Bonerfied cocktease," he thought to himself. His dick had deflated to half mast. He lifted himself out of his seat still in shock over Samantha's teasing. He imagined himself standing in the shower with her, humping her from behind. He closed his eyes and began mimicking a humping movement with his legs in a wide stance, bent at the knees, arms reaching out with hands pretending to grasp at her imagined breasts. When he began energetically thrusting his hips back and forth he discovered that his semi-hard cock would swing pendulously and push the front of his loose fitting pyjama pants out , tenting sharply for a brief second. The act amused him. Just as he was getting into the rhythm of his humping pantomime his step-mother walked into the kitchen holding a flower pot. With his eyes shut he didn't notice her enter right away. She gazed at him in shock. "PETER!" she yelled. Her focus vacillating between her step-son's face and crotch. "Oh Shit, sorry...I..I..sorry," Pete yelped as he covered his crotch with his hands and began dashing out of the room. Just before he made his escape he heard his step-mother exclaim, "What would Katrina say!" Peter made his way up to his room feeling ashamed, guilty, and horny. After Samantha's teasing and the surprising kinkiness of being caught by his step-mother, Pete's hormones had kicked into high gear bordering on meltdown. It was then that he formulated a lascivious plan. A plan he only half considered while masturbating in the shower not long after he saw Rebecca and Samantha in each other's arms the night before. It didn't take too long before the opportunity to act on his plan arose. He made sure both Rebecca and Samantha were in Rebecca's bedroom. In a moment of conscience he weighed the consequences of what he was about to do, but it quickly passed. He walked over to his father's office across the hall from his bedroom and from the window saw his step-mom in her garden. Pete made his way to the landing leading up to his step-sister's bedroom. It was a gamble, he thought, but climbed the stairs and put his ear to her door. At first he couldn't hear anything. Then sounded a murmur and a moan. This was it. He knew they must be in the middle of lesbian sex. The only thing that could stop his plans now depended on whether or not Rebecca's door had been locked. A pang of fear hit him when he thought about Rebecca and what she might do to him. It didn't matter, he turned the knob, the door was unlocked. "Oh boy!" he whispered excitedly. Forcing himself to leap the gap between scheme and execution, Pete entered the room. What Pete saw was no less provocative then the night before. Samantha and Rebecca were standing, locked in a sloppy embrace clad only in their underwear. With one arm slung over Rebecca's shoulder, Pete could see Samantha's other hand deep underneath his step-sister's panties. Standing there with mouth agape, Pete stared at their tongues visibly wrestling. Samantha was the first to notice Pete. "Oh Fuck," was all Samantha could muster, a look of shock and horror in her eyes and face. Rebecca gasped in terror, "PETE...Oh fuck no! What the fuck are you doing...what the fuck are you...what the F-F-F-FUCK!" Rebecca's voice began to tremble and stutter. Her tone had gone from terror to desperation. Tears welled up in her eyes. She looked as though her world was crumbling around her. Quickly, Samantha hugged her closely and began comforting her. Pete just stood there half in shock, half feigning shock. Rebecca screamed at him, "GET THE FUCK OUT BEFORE I FUCKING KILL YOU," her tears now flowing. Pete held a nervous finger up to his lips and shushed her. "Do you want mom to hear you?" he pleaded with her and spun around to close the door behind him. He felt as though things were out of control and that his plan had failed miserably only to have fortune turn back in his favour. "DON'T TELL MOM! Please, Pete, don't tell," Rebecca pleaded with an arm outstretched towards him. "It's o.k. baby, he won't," Samantha consoled her while giving Pete an admonishing stare. "It's cool, it's cool. I won't, I won't," Pete responded with his hands up in assurance. Now was the time, he thought, to chance it. "I won't tell anyone if, well...maybe you guys...give me a little...ah, er, show?" Like a bolt of lightning Rebecca turned from weeping wretch to warrior princess. "What the fuck did you just say?" Rebecca demanded breaking free from Samantha almost knocking her over. Her arms flexed as she made tight fists, a look of pure anger sweeping over her. She dashed towards Pete and pinned him against the wall with his collar clenched in her fists. Through clenched teeth Rebecca threatened, "If you just said what I think you just said you'd better apologize before I rip your dick off and shove it down your throat, motherfucker." She grabbed his throat with all the force escalating rage allowed and cut off his air. Fury surged it's way through her like a viper from hell. Pete couldn't believe how strong her 5' 7" frame was. At 5' 10" and 175 lbs. he could feel himself being lifted off the ground as he clutched the arms strangling him. Luckily Samantha came to the rescue and pried Rebecca off of him. "It's o.k. baby, it's o.k.," Samantha reassured a tremulous Rebecca. "I think this is partly my fault, baby, I'm sorry," Samantha said in a shameful and worried tone. Rebecca turned on Samantha, "What?" she spat, her face registering as much confusion as anger. Samantha answered, "I kind of teased your step-brother this morning during breakfast. He was just so cute sitting there and all. I though it harmless, but I think he got the wrong idea." Rebecca castigated her lover looking as though she had been betrayed of every shred of dignity she had. "Why did you do that? He always steals my girlfriends. And why didn't you lock the fucking door you stupid bitch?" She yelled the last sentence in an exasperated voice. "Wait, I can fix everything," Samantha said with her hands on Rebecca's shoulders giving her a desperate look. She leaned forward and whispered for a while into Rebecca's ear. "Do you trust me, 'Becca?" she asked audibly no longer whispering in her ear. Rebecca slowly calmed and then grabbed Samantha's waist slowly nodding her head in agreement. Samantha turned to Pete who was still holding his throat and said, "O.k., Pete, I'm gonna give you the show of your life, but you gotta promise you'll keep your big mouth shut." Pete nodded in agreement not knowing what she had in mind. His face was red and he had a hard time trying to stop coughing. Samantha sat Pete down on a chair next to the bed and gave him the ground rules. "For beginners, you're sitting in this chair and Rebecca can sit on the bed. Next, Rebecca and I will not make love in front of you . I don't think 'Becca's ready for that just yet, but I promise you will see me naked. Since I am going to strip for you I was thinking why don't you strip for me first, big boy?" Pete gave a look of protest, but realized he had just asked the two of them to have sex in front of him. He obliged willingly. He thought if that's all it took to get Samantha naked, he'd go for it. And go for it he did. He stripped all his clothes off and stood in front of the two girls, his cock at half mast. Both Samantha and Rebecca stared at Pete's sex with eyes wide open. "I've seen some cock in my day, but never any like that," said Samantha. "It looks to be average length, but fuck is it thick and look at that fat mushroom head," Samantha continued not really addressing anyone. Pete blushed. He was obviously proud of himself. It rapidly dawned on him that he was exposing himself in front of two hot chicks in their underwear and his cock began to stiffen. "Goddamn, Pete," Rebecca chimed in wiping tears from her face and quickly turning away looking angry with herself. Samantha looked him up and down, "You look almost as fit as 'Becca," she said. "How tall are you?" Pete answered 5'10"and added that he measured his cock once and found it to be almost 7 inches long, but had no idea how thick it was. Samantha ordered him to sit back down. She could touch him, but he could not touch her back was her final rule. "If you cum and leave a mess in here I'll shove your face in it and make you clean it up with your mouth," Rebecca threatened. Curiously to Pete, Rebecca moved from her position on the bed over to within only a few feet of himself. She sat with her legs together and her arms crossed over a slumped chest. She refused to look at Pete, but he noticed she kept stealing glances at his erection now fully formed. Samantha made her way over to the radio and exclaimed, "Perfect!" when she found "L.A. Woman" by the Doors beginning to play. Slowly she walked back over in between Pete and Rebecca and began gyrating her womanly hips. Pete marvelled at her stacked figure imbibing the sight of her before him. True to her "rock chick" style Samantha was clad in a matching black bikini bra and panties set decorated with a skull pattern. A red lace ruffle contoured each piece. For the first time, Pete noticed the large rose tattoo on the small of Sam's back. A small phoenix was tattooed mere inches underneath her pierced navel. Pete took the time to commit to memory the way Samantha looked in her underwear. He decided to include Rebecca as well. A modest navy blue silk bra covered Rebecca's breasts. The black string bikini panties she had on were smaller than Samantha's, leaving much less to the imagination. Facing Pete, Samantha dropped to her haunches, opened her legs wide and slowly began rising back up caressing the length of herself ending with her fingers running through her hair. Slowly she peeled her bra off keeping an intent look on Pete. Cupping her full breasts with her bra, she walked over to Pete until her legs brushed up against his. A jolt ran through both of them. She threw the bra onto his head. Her tits were the most delicious pair he had ever seen. They were large, bouncy, conical shaped and ended with strawberry blond nipples twice the circumference of silver dollars. True to form, she had rings through each nipple matching the ring pierced through her navel. Her breasts seemed to point away from each other. As she continued to sway, her tits swayed with her. Her shape reminded Pete of the Playboy centerfolds of old. Pete felt as though in heaven and hell at the same time. He knew if he grabbed his dick, he would erupt instantly unleashing the wrath of Rebecca so he kept his hands tucked underneath his thighs. He couldn't help the drop of precum beginning to ooze out the tip of his hard prick though. "Bonerfied cocktease," he thought to himself. He Came, He Saw Ch. 02 Samantha spun around and surprised Rebecca by leaning into her with her breasts pushing up against her lover's face. Rebecca nervously cupped her lover's breasts in her palms. Samantha kept the same intent stare as she peered down into Rebecca's suddenly vulnerable eyes. Again, Samantha swung around and gave Pete the same treatment, hugging his face with her ample mammeries making sure to pinch her nipples and jiggle them around his face. He looked up at her with a bashful grin. A few moments later, Samantha stepped back, still facing Pete and hooked her thumbs underneath the straps of her panties. Slowly, she bent forward bringing her panties down to her ankles and kicked them away, never breaking her gaze on Pete. Behind her Rebecca watched as Samantha bent over exposing her shapely ass and pouty, shaven cunt. "L.A. Woman" had reached the "mojo rising" part of the song. Without thinking Rebecca dipped a hand over her quivering mound and ran the other up Samantha's leg, over her ass cheek, and traced a finger along her soft slit. Samantha hummed in satisfaction as she turned her head over to look at Rebecca with a lopsided grin. When Samantha stood up she displayed her mound to Pete. A light "V" of pubic hair pointed towards a pronounced and rounded vulva. He noticed her clitoris had a silver ring through it. "Christ, is there anything on you that's not round and curvy!" Pete exclaimed. Samantha looked at Pete's dick. It was throbbing heavily, precum oozing liberally out the tip and down the shaft. His body and face were covered with sweat, his eyes hungry for sex. Samantha almost felt sorry for him, almost. She approached him, grabbed his chin to point his eyes up to her face and swirled her tongue around her ruby lips. She then brought his chin and gaze back down to her pussy. She parted the lips of her cunt exposing the pink opening of her channel and placed a foot up onto the back of Pete's chair never stopping her sexy swagger to the music. Her pussy was mere inches away from his mouth. He could feel her humidity and smell her aroma. Suddenly, Samantha dropped from her perch on Pete's chair and turned towards Rebecca. The song on the radio had changed to "No Woman No Cry" by Bob Marley. She knelt before Rebecca and began kissing the nape of her neck making her way up to the young woman's lips. Rebecca placed both her hands, now trembling, on Samantha's cheeks pulling her into an embrace. As they kissed they looked into each others eyes. Samantha's eyes read longing, compassion, and lust. Rebecca's eyes read pain, fear, and love. Her eyes watered and a tear ran down her cheek. Samantha lifted herself up, walked over to Pete and straddled one of his legs. "Was that not the best show you ever had?" she asked him in a deep sultry voice. After pulling his eyes away from the sight of Samantha's hot cunt on his leg he looked up and answered yes with half-lidded eyes. "No it's not. This is!" she answered back as she rubbed her crotch along his leg a couple of times before dismounting. Her efforts had left a glistening slick of pussy juice along his leg, matting his leg hair down with it. She crouched down in front of him, squeezed one of his nipples with one hand and grabbed his inner thigh with the other. Samantha peered up into his eyes and lapped at her own slimy trail off his leg. It was the closest Pete had ever come to ejaculating without any physical contact on his dick. Samantha stood up and told Pete the show was over and that he should leave as promised. Pete simply nodded in agreement and picked up his clothes with his dick bobbing up and down as he walked. He didn't say a word and headed for the door. "Wait," Rebecca snapped still seated on the edge of her bed. "You promise not to tell?" she asked plaintively one last time. Samantha was standing beside her, stroking her hair. "Don't worry, he won't say a word. Right, Pete?" Samantha argued. Pete gave them his assurance and turned back towards the door. He had failed to notice Rebecca's growing vulnerable state during the strip tease, his focus wholly on Samantha. "Wait," Rebecca snapped again. Pete turned around to look at her. He had never seen her like this. Rebecca said nothing, but stood up, the sunlight from the window bathing her in a radiant glow. She walked in front of Samantha, looked at Pete with watery, angst ridden eyes, and removed her bra exposing her breasts to him. He said nothing. At that very moment, she appeared to him as the embodiment of human frailty. Pete looked at her full breasts, looked at her small, dark nipples, looked back up into her eyes and told her she was beautiful. He left and made his way back to his bedroom. Pete walked into his bedroom, dressed, and lay down on his bed thinking about nothing. He didn't furiously whack off. Somehow he did not feel like it. He felt tired and yet completely awake at the same time. He found himself staring blankly at the ceiling subconsciously blocking the events that had just transpired to roll around in his head. Two mysteries kept managing to surface every now and then. The first had to do with Samantha saying Rebecca wasn't ready to make love to her in front of him "just yet" and not "ever". Pete couldn't shake her choice of words. The second, more disturbing mystery had to do with Rebecca's statement, "he always steals my girlfriends". What did she mean by that Pete wondered. Just then the cordless phone on his nightstand rang. He picked it up. Katrina asked why he hadn't called her like he promised. He was glad to hear her voice. She asked if he wanted to do anything. He asked her if they could just talk for a while and told her he loved her. He Came, He Saw Ch. 03 Pete couldn't help feel like a rotten scoundrel. His actions of late threw his self image into a shameful light. He felt as though he had dropped his ethical guard and allowed his hormones to take over any better judgment he thought he had. "I may be a sex crazed eighteen year old, but I still have standards, don't I?" he questioned himself. He loved his girlfriend, Katrina, and always stayed faithful to her, even during her long absence working as a camp counsellor the past summer. His faithfulness to her over the summer had been a personal litmus test of sorts. He was even able to resist the advances of Jenny, the town slut, at a couple of summer parties. As much as he admired and loved his girlfriend, feelings of being ensnared in monogamy always seemed to surface and, he thought, with good reason. Pete's step-mother, Maggie, and Katrina's mother, Vanessa, were best friends. On top of that, Katrina and her mother lived alone; Vanessa having lost her husband to a boating accident when Katrina was 10. Being only two in their household, Katrina and her mother developed a special bond between themselves. Pete thought they sometimes acted more like sisters than mother and daughter. In Maggie's case, her own daughter, Rebecca, had never been interested in doing "girlie" things and remained aloof though not unaffectionate. Rebecca was Maggie's pride and joy and often her rock. No one would doubt their closeness, but Katrina filled a void for Maggie. It wasn't unusual to see Maggie, Vanessa, and Katrina hanging out together. Often, whatever Pete and Katrina were going through in their relationship made its way to their two mothers and then back onto Pete. He couldn't help but feel a little trapped. That's how Pete rationalized his actions. "I'm just rebelling, sowing seeds so to speak and such and whatever," he told himself. As much as he kept on repeating it to himself, he still felt guilty. He had come home late Saturday night and spied his step-sister, Rebecca, whom he'd always had a frosty relationship with, having lesbian sex with her sexy new college roommate. Only hours earlier that morning, Samantha, his step-sister's curvaceous roommate, had sexually teased him a little, later admitting she thought he was cute. He then concocted a plan to walk in on the two while having sex and blackmail them into "performing" for him or else he would reveal their secret. He received a performance to remember, just not quite as expected. Nevertheless, his scheme had opened an old buried wound in Rebecca. They shared a moment in her bedroom that forced Pete to reflect in on himself. He feared he wouldn't like what he was trying not to see. He felt stuck on a fence where he couldn't deny, but wouldn't admit. He needed to get out of the house. Pete left that Sunday afternoon and biked his way to Katrina's. He made a point of not returning until late that night in order to avoid Rebecca. Tomorrow marked the first pedagogical day of the school calendar so there were no problems staying out late. As luck would have it, Katrina's mother had made plans to head out along with his step-mother that night which meant Katrina and he would have her mother's condominium to themselves for several hours. "What are you looking at?" Katrina asked Pete with a laugh. He kept staring at her all puppy dog and googly eyed, caressing her hand in his. He had been a sweetheart all day. She liked it when he was like this. She asked him if he was going to watch "The Simpsons" or just stare at her. He answered that Homer was funny, but she was funnier. Katrina, in her best "Goodfellas" impression, turned to Pete and asked, "Funny how? How am I funny? I'm here to make you laugh? I'm a clown, I amuse you, how am I funny?" He lurched forward and began tickling her. She squealed with laughter. Their roughhousing soon developed into a make-out session on the sofa. It did not take long before Pete started feeling her up. She broke their embrace and asked him if he wanted a Long Island iced tea. "Are you offering to raid your mom's liquor cabinet and make us up some drinks?" Pete asked looking slightly stunned. With a look of defiance Katrina responded, "Oh come on, we're both eighteen now and even us straight-a, goody goody girls like a little libation every now and then. Besides, mom has started offering me wine at the diner table now and I often take her up on it." As they sipped on their cocktails, they chatted about what they wanted to achieve at school that year. Pete mentioned trying out for soccer and developing his photography skills further. Katrina talked about an idea she thought would really wow them at the annual science fair. Katrina couldn't help point out how different they were, a familiar point of interest amongst Katrina, Vanessa, and Maggie. They always contrasted Pete as being the gregarious artsy type with Katrina fulfilling the shy book worm role. "Opposites attract, right?" Pete argued. After their second cocktail they were both feeling a little looser. Katrina rimmed her empty glass with her finger and grabbed Pete's hand in hers. She gave him a warm look and asked, "Mom won't be back for another couple of hours...so...wanna take a shower together?" "Why miss Moretti, I do believe you're propositioning me," Pete said in the playful voice he knew she adored. "I suppose I am, mister Taylor," Katrina offered back, imitating him. "I'm still not ready to go all the way, I hope you understand?" "As long as I'm with my sweet Katrina, I don't care how far we go," Pete answered, surprised at how much he actually meant it. Katrina stood up still holding onto Pete's hand with a beguiling smile, biting her lower lip. She led him into the bathroom and began kissing him passionately. They kept their lip-lock as best they could while disrobing each other. With curious fascination, Katrina pulled Pete's boxer-briefs down to his ankles and watched his hard-on spring forth as the fabric passed it's length. Pete took equal pleasure removing his girlfriend's underwear. Before he did, he stood admiring her long, lithe body standing only an inch shorter than he at 5' 9". She was wearing a red cotton bra and panty set. He could see the outline of her puffy nipples against the supple fabric of her bra. Her panties had a little red bow on the front of the waist band and he could easily make out the contour of her mound underneath. He knelt in front of her and began peeling her panties off with his teeth. She squealed at the sight of him and told him he was a naughty boy, but not to stop. Katrina took the liberty of removing her bra for him. They stood in front of each other for a moment looking at each other's bodies in the brightly lit bathroom. It had been their first opportunity to really see each other's full nudity out from the dark shadows of night. Katrina noticed how Pete had shaped up considerably over the summer. His chest was broader, his waist narrower and his musculature more defined. He hadn't taken up much sun working in his dad's company's mailroom though. Pete was gripping his dick and she couldn't help lick her lips staring at the fat, veiny tool. She began rubbing her sex and tweaking a nipple. Pete was amazed at the contrast Katrina's tan lines made against the rest of her skin. She obviously spent many hours out on the lake with the kids as a camp counsellor. Naturally dark in complexion, her skin now had a deep and delicious bronze hue to it. Pete loved her straight, silky, raven black hair that cascaded down to the middle of her back. Her dark pubic curls had been trimmed for bathing suite's sake and formed a light fuzzy rectangle. He knew her small, upturned, a-cup tits didn't bother her as much as her, what she considered freakish, puffy nipples, but he loved them. He began stroking his cock faster when she jumped into his arms and initiated a long wet kiss. After she broke the kiss she turned around exposing a cute little ass sporting a small birthmark on the right cheek and bent forward in front of him to start the shower and adjust the water. He knew she would brush him away as he approached and clasped her hips rubbing his cock against the crack of her ass, but was surprised when she puckered her tushy up towards him instead. "Mmmmm," Pete hummed savouring her velvety skin and the heat he felt on contact. They climbed into the shower and resumed their wet embrace. It didn't take long before they were both soaked under the shower's nozzle. Katrina grabbed her lover's throbbing cock, stroking it lightly as Pete nibbled her ear lobe. Pete cupped each of Katrina's ass cheeks and pulled her tightly towards him so that his dick lay pressed against the underside of her smooth, flat belly. He began thrusting his cock in between their bodies, the water providing a ready lubricant. Katrina caught on and bear hugged his mid-section. "Now you can say you belly fucked in the shower, miss Moretti," he joked. With each downstroke he would squeeze her ass cheeks and pull her up towards him, dropping her with every thrust upwards. She wrapped a leg around him and rested her calf over his clenching buttocks. With each slippery lift and drop Katrina's hardened nipples would brush against her lover's chest sending jolts of pleasure through her. Pete could feel his orgasm approaching. "Aaaaghhhh, I'm gonna....yeah...yeah...Aaaghhh," Pete shouted with a strained look on his face as he began to unload hot jets of cum. With his cock sandwiched between their bellies, most of his discharge didn't travel very far and immediately washed away in the flow of water. One spurting string of cum did manage to break through and land across Katrina's left breast. Due to their closeness it ended up strung between their chests amidst their throws of passion. After Pete's climax subsided Katrina noticed it first and blurted out, "Gross!" Pete said he thought it was kinky, but Katrina made a point to shower the wad off of them as soon as she could. As soon as Katrina finished, Pete leaned in and began suckling the now cleansed breast. "Oh, Pete that's disgus...ohhhh, Petey," Katrina cooed holding his head in her hands. Her nipples were very sensitive and she could feel her pussy tingle in appreciation. Continuing along the same track, Pete made his way south kissing and licking. He paused at his lover's belly. There was something about a woman's belly Pete loved. He always fantasized about licking the underside and making his way up over and around the navel. After relishing his little fetish he decided to go for the gold. He wasn't sure what Katrina would do, but wanted to find out. "Southward ho," he thought to himself. Katrina tensed and tightened her grip on Pete's head when she felt his mouth travelling towards her nether regions. Never had she had somebody become "that" intimate with her vagina, not even Dr. Beaves, her gynaecologist. Her eyes widened to full capacity and her mouth formed a large "O" when Pete struck gold - her clitoris. "Whoa, Petey, whoa, not so fast," she warned him. Pete looked at her with a devilish smile and said, "I know, baby. I just wanted to see what you would do." Katrina gulped in between heavy breathing, released his head, leaned against the back of the shower wall, and spread her legs as wide as the tub would allow. Pete approached on his knees and began slowly licking the dark outer labia of his lover's cunt. The sparse hair didn't bother him. If anything, the naturalness of it turned him on even more. Having never eaten a woman out before he thought he was doing a good job and according to Katrina's moans he guessed she thought so too. When Katrina's fingers reached down to part her lips for Pete he knew for sure she was at least getting into it. The smell, taste, and heat Pete found in his lover's pink folds that night made a cunnilingus convert out of him. What, he reasoned, could be sexier than drinking in the very center of your lover's sexual being? Pete slid two fingers up inside Katrina's pussy to pry her open, his tongue following closely behind. Eventually he had his entire tongue inside her and began pushing it around trying to lap as much of her as he could. He put his hands to good use, reaching up to play with Katrina's hardened nipples which only intensified the moisture he was relishing below. He was enjoying himself so much he began moaning and rolling his head around as a cat would in the midst of catnip. At the same time he made sure to flick the end of his button nose against her now engorged clitoris. Katrina couldn't help bring her hands back on his head while moaning, sighing, and gasping sharply in response to his ministrations. It quickly became too much for Katrina. She looked over through a crack in the shower door to her blurry reflection in the fogged bathroom mirror just before her eyes rolled up and she orgasmed harder than she ever had before. Her entire body trembled and her face winced sharply as she began bucking her hips making it difficult for Pete to stay on course. When he felt her nectar begin to flow he knew he had reached the promise land. Her smell, taste, and heat intensified as her knees buckled and she screamed his name between thrashes of her body. Pete could feel her heart pounding underneath her left breast. When it was over Pete stood up in order to support her limping form. She nuzzled her head on his shoulder as he looked on her with a big grin asking if she was alright. She answered him by bringing her lips to his initiating a long passionate kiss. They stood there in the mist of the shower sharing Katrina's flavour. When the kiss broke Katrina asked Pete to wait there and exited the bathroom dripping wet. When she returned she held a condom wrapper in her hand. "So is this it? Have I been a good enough boy? Are we finally gonna do it?" asked Pete with an eager grin. "Close, but not in the way you're thinking. You've been a good boy, a very good boy as a matter of fact and that's why I fetched this strawberry flavoured condom I bought out of a machine at that bar we went to if you catch my drift," Katrina responded. Pete chuckled and answered, "Yeah, I think I catch your drift and let me say, I've been fantasizing about this moment for a long time. I wasn't sure you were the type to go down on a guy...miss Moretti. Are you sure you don't wanna ditch that rubber and just try taking my load in your mouth or on your face or something?" Pete said it knowing very well she would be disgusted by the suggestion. Katrina winced and shook her head. "I don't think I'm that kind of girl. I do appreciate you pleasuring me orally, but I don't know, I guess I'm just not slutty enough." "So does that imply you think I'm some sort of slut then?" Pete asked with a jovial laugh. Katrina smirked and answered, "I think you're my slut, yes, now hold still, I do want to reward you for your services this evening...mister Taylor." Katrina kneeled before her lover, placed the condom on him, and took a deep breath before trying to fit Pete's thick cock in her nervous mouth. She couldn't help notice how his cock was nearly as thick as her wrist and how purple the bulbous head had become. She had a difficult time fitting him in and only made it halfway up his near seven inches of man-meat. She felt guilty not being able to perform as good as he had. When she started bobbing her head on his shaft it elicited a gentle, but unwelcomed thrusting from Pete. Katrina gagged and told him to stop or else she might choke. It didn't matter though. As soon as she looked up at Pete and he saw her before him with her lips wrapped around his tool, her delicate hand gripping the base, and wet strands of hair covering her lustful, yet innocent eyes he lost it. Pete tensed up and began moaning. He released a low grumbling, "aaaghhh," with every exhale as he shot his second load of the evening inside the strawberry flavoured condom. "I'm sorry I didn't last long, but you looked so hot giving me a blow job like that, honey," Pete said. Katrina just smiled up at him and disposed of the condom, flushing it down the toilette to eliminate any possibility of her mother finding it. They stopped the shower which had begun losing hot water, dried themselves off, and dressed. Katrina opened the bathroom window to help air it out and further conceal any suspicions her mother might have. She knew her mother would not be angry to learn her daughter was having sexual relations, but Katrina still didn't feel right about it. She figured it was the goody two shoes in her that made her feel that way. As they made their way back to the living room Katrina anticipated her mother to arrive shortly once she looked at the time. They decided to play cards in the kitchen in order to maintain an appearance of normalcy. As they played they talked about giving each other oral sex for the first time. "I can't wait to do it again," was Pete's assessment. "I'm not sure I'm doing it right, but if it makes you happy and you wear a condom I guess I'll do it again," Katrina surmised. No sooner had Katrina finished her sentence when her mother, Vanessa, entered the front door. All three exchanged pleasantries for a short while when Vanessa asked who was winning the card game. Pete shot up and declared, "I am! Katrina says she's not sure if she's playing it right, but is happy that I'm happy." Katrina blushed. At approximately 11:00 p.m. Pete made it back home on his bicycle. The night air was unusually humid with the promise of a storm. He saw Rebecca's car which meant she was home along with Samantha. He made his way inside hoping he wouldn't see either of them and have to endure any awkwardness over what had happened earlier that day. As he had hoped, he was able to make it to bed without coming into contact with either of the two. It took a while for Pete to fall asleep, but he eventually passed out lying on his stomach. At around 2:00 a.m. Pete's bedroom door slowly began to open. Samantha slinked her way inside wearing nothing more than a sheer red chemise that barely covered her ass and a skimpy black g-string that did not. Samantha, it seemed, had devised a counter attack. Just as quietly as she had opened the door, she shut it behind her. With too little light in the room, Samantha found a desk lamp and bent it forward towards the desk to inhibit the light it would provide and create the proper atmosphere. Rain lashed the window pains as lightning erratically flashed with low, rumbling thunder behind it. Before embarking on her mission Samantha stopped to look around Pete's bedroom. She always thought you could tell a lot about a person by how they decorated their personal space. To her surprise she discovered Pete had a thing for photography. Alongside cameras there were photography paraphernalia and a substantial collection of books on the subject. She also noticed a good deal of baseball trophies and pictures on the wall of teams Pete must have been a part of. When she saw the portrait of Katrina she thought, "Hmph, she's pretty! Good thing she's not here to see what I'm about to do to poor little Petey." Samantha set the portrait down facing the bed and summoned up the courage to begin her line of attack. "He really is cute, oh well, too bad," were her last thoughts. Pete still lay on his stomach when he awoke to somebody kicking him in the ass. He grunted and stared around the room with half opened eyes settling on a dark figure moving in front of him. He rubbed his eyes not understanding what the hell was going on and turned about to sit up, resting on his elbows. He was taken aback when he saw a scantily clad Samantha standing in front of him with her hands on her hips and an angry look on her face. The soft light from the desk lamp cast dramatic shadows about the room, exaggerating Samantha's menacing figure. He Came, He Saw Ch. 03 "Saman...wha?" Pete mumbled dazedly. Samantha leaned in, placed a finger over Pete's mouth and told him to shut up or else. She stood back up and removed the chemise and g-string, throwing them to the ground. Now, completely naked, she ordered Pete to remove his clothes. Pete wasn't sure where this was going, but anticipated the ride with a mix of glee and apprehension. He drew the covers off himself and discarded the boxer-briefs he had on. Samantha looked at his cock already at full attention and said, "Very good." Samantha crawled onto the bed, knelt perpendicular in front of Pete and began to rub his chest with one hand while lightly stroking his cock with the other. Admiring her large conical breasts and full, pouty ass, Pete began caressing her buttocks with his hand. She slapped it away warning him not to do anything she didn't order. Pete could not be more willing to comply. Samantha asked him if his cute little girlfriend ever sucked him off. He answered only once. She laughed sardonically and asked, "And did she suck your sorry ass as good as this?" With that, Samantha lowered her head and began licking at his cockhead. Samantha's tongue swirled the length of his erection and lapped at his hairy balls. Pete moaned in encouragement immediately noticing how much more experienced Samantha was at the task than Katrina. "It feels hundreds of times better without a condom on," he thought. At that point Samantha did something he never could have anticipated. She turned to face Pete and made sure his head was propped up by pillows. When he asked what she was doing she slapped him, told him to shut up, and crawled over him into a 69 position. She grabbed the base of his cock and turned her head around ordering him to get to work. Pete responded, "With pleasure!" His enthusiasm for a task she believed most guys didn't like to do amused her. She kept her position above his dick waiting for the inevitable. As Pete smacked his lips in anticipation of his new found delight he noticed a string dangling from Samantha's slit. As soon as Pete uttered a word Samantha barked at him to take out the "surprise" with his teeth. Pete obeyed and soon discovered the "surprise" to be a leopard print g-string Samantha had stuffed up her pussy. When he noticed it had to be too large to fit Samantha, she spun around on him. With a straightforward and threatening tone she told him the underwear he just fetched out of her cunt belonged to his step-mother. She told him she had dug it out of the hamper earlier that evening and brusquely ordered him to put it over his head. Eyes wide in dread, Pete just stared at the damp g-string in his hand and then to Samantha's contemptuous glare. "Are you crazy?" a startled Pete asked her. Samantha responded by slapping Pete across the face again and warning him not to piss her off any more than she already was. Samantha did her best to hide the giggles bubbling beneath her tough exterior and without further hesitation barked her orders once again. Slowly, and with a look of disgust, Pete placed the underwear over his head. Samantha made sure the crotch of the g-string lie over Pete's nose, his eyes looking out the leg holes, and the waistband lifted above his mouth. She then spun back around to resume the 69 position only this time with the intent of following through. Samantha took Pete's fat prick back in her mouth and forced herself to deep throat him. It was a skill she had picked up long ago and knew men loved. She was, despite her skill, having difficulty trying to manage a cock as thick as Pete's down her throat. Flabergastered, Pete closed his eyes and tried to remain as calm as possible as he brought his tongue to Samantha's pussy. He had difficulty enjoying himself with the shock of his step-mother's g-string wrapped around his head. Pete assumed the g-string must have been worn by his step-mother sometime last night when he had heard her and his father having sex. Nonetheless, Samantha's deep throating didn't go unnoticed and he felt his balls begin to churn. When Samantha felt Pete on the verge of ejaculating she stopped completely, sliding his cock out of her mouth with a wet, slurping sound and ordered him to lie down on his side facing the desk. He did as told with an uncertain nervousness. Once he assumed the position Samantha climbed back on top of him, pinning him with her leg curled around his, her stomach over his side, and her mouth directly next to his ear. She clamped one hand firmly around his saliva coated cock while the other clutched his hair into a fist. He was at her mercy. Samantha wasted little time. Violently, she began jerking Pete off. Using her free leg for leverage, she writhed her body over his in a sidewinding motion like a snake chasing it's prey. Shortly, she refined her hand job, stroking swiftly, but vibrating her grip sadistically every time she forced her fist down to the base of his prick. Everytime she did so she would forcefully yank Pete's foreskin pulling his cockhead grotesquely backwards. It was at this point that Samantha commenced her psychological attack on Pete who was staring at the portrait of Katrina staring back at him. With her mouth directly over Pete's ear Samantha would forcefully grunt into it every time she administered the devastating downstroke. She dispensed of the excess saliva that formed in her mouth by pulling Pete's hair back and spitting in his face. Over and over again Samantha assaulted Pete with savage ferocity. She imagined herself not unlike Denis Hopper's character in "Blue Velvet". After a short while she decided to turn up the heat. "Come on, Petey, cum for mommy," Samantha began whimpering through gritted teeth. "Mwaaa, cum a big load for mommy," she persisted, her voice husky and frantic. "Give mommy your cum, give mommy your cum, give it to me, Petey, mwaaa, give it to mommy." Her attack was relentless. The cruel quirk of Samantha referring to herself as "mommy" with Pete's step-mother's g-string wrapped around his head was not lost on either of them. Pete couldn't believe what she was doing to him. He simply laid there with his eyes now shut, shuddering every time Samantha violated him. The part of himself that wanted to throw Samantha off and take her by force always lost to the part of himself that wanted her to continue molesting him. He knew he'd have no difficulty turning the tables on her, but was, in true spite of himself, enjoying the humiliation game she was playing. As Samantha ravaged Pete's manhood, the headboard of the bed began banging the wall. Sure enough, Pete soon did as ordered and lurched forward as he began spraying rope after rope of semen onto his bed. Most of his ejaculate shot across his sheets towards the headboard. A large wad landed on his pillow next to his head. With the force of Samantha's relentless strokes, Pete ejaculated until it hurt eventually collapsing, exasperated, tears of weariness forming in his eyes. "Mmmmm, that's a good boy, mommy is so proud," Samantha cooed. She propped herself up over a defeated Pete and scooped the wad on his pillow onto her finger. After bringing it to her mouth to taste him she purred, "Hmm, salty." Before dismounting and collecting her clothes, Samantha, with as much force as she could, gave Pete three walloping slaps on the ass making Pete wheeze and whimper with each blow. She leaned over his ear and picked his head up by the hair asking him if he meant what he said earlier about keeping her relationship with Rebecca a secret. He simply nodded in understanding with eyes still shut. "Good," Samantha responded bluntly, throwing his head back down, her motive revealed. Before she left his room she took one last look at her victim. He had hoisted himself up on an elbow to watch her leave with a look of shock and awe on his face. She could see he had removed the underwear from his head with the run-off of her saliva glistening on the side of his face. Before walking away she told him to make sure to keep his mouth shut and maybe next time she'd let him fuck her. Before disappearing from view, she winked and blew him a kiss. Pete fell back on his pillow and thought to himself, "Mother Mary of Cunt! What the Fuck Have I Done?" After a brief, yet labored recuperation, Pete collected his soiled sheets under his arm, held his step-mother's g-string in his other hand and made his way downstairs to dispose of them in the laundry hamper in the bathroom. He did not dare look up towards Rebecca's bedroom as he rounded the landing on his way down. He didn't even bother dressing himself still punch drunk from Samantha's assault and half reasoning he could make it down without being caught at such a late hour. He was wrong. Upon reaching the bathroom his step-mother stepped out with a flushing noise behind her. She jumped in horror at the sight of a mortified Pete. There he stood, buck naked, his sheets under his arm, and "her" unmentionables in his hand. It did not look good. Pete quickly covered himself with his sheets. Maggie swiped her g-string from his hand, clutching her pyjama top, and looking furious. Pete merely hung his head and walked back towards the stairs. He made a point of avoiding eye contact with his step-mother, but heard her hoarsely scold, "What do you think you're doing and what would Katrina think?" Pete entered his bedroom, threw the sheets in the corner, grabbed his sleeping bag out of the closet, and fell asleep not knowing what to think anymore. He Came, He Saw Ch. 04 Monday morning dawned heralding a bright and sunny forecast. The early morning storm had passed leaving puddles and a clean, fresh smell to the air. Pete awoke to it feeling dirty and worse for the wear. His body lay evidence to the sexual assault Samantha had committed during the dark hours of the night. His foreskin felt somewhat chaffed and numerous welts covered a reddened ass cheek. His semen stained sheets sat bundled in the corner of his bedroom and books he kept on his headboard had fallen to the floor. When he glimpsed at himself in the mirror his hair looked like hell and he thought he could see where Samantha had spit on his face. Pete knew Rebecca and Samantha were meant to make the 45 minute trip back to their college in the city some time that morning. They were heading back later rather than earlier in order to avoid the morning rush. It was a pedagogical day for Pete which meant he would have the house to himself once everyone left. He contemplated staying in his bedroom, waiting for them to leave, but was feeling too dirty and desperately wanted to take a shower. He gathered his courage and made his way downstairs wearing track pants and a t-shirt. He carried his sheets with him for the wash. As luck would have it, Pete found the house empty, no sounds of voices or footfalls to be heard. His parents were already long gone to work. From the morning dishes and shoes left by the door he imagined the girls still asleep in Rebecca's attic bedroom. After a quick shower Pete decided to have breakfast. He grabbed a couple of cereal bars and brewed an instant coffee with the intention of making a run for it if he heard any signs of the girls getting up. When he pulled out his favourite coffee mug he found a folded piece of paper inside it. It was a note from Maggie, his step-mother. At first he was reluctant to read it. Part of Samantha's humiliation scheme earlier that night included stuffing one of Maggie's g-strings up her pussy. She had retrieved it out of the hamper and made Pete pull it out forcing him to place it over his head as she molested him. Pete had then been caught naked trying to return the g-string to the hamper by Maggie herself. It was an awkward and embarrassing moment. He stared at the note and let out a long sigh before unfolding the small piece of paper. It read: "Peter, honestly! I mean honestly, Peter! I don't know how long this has been going on or what you do with my panties, but it has to stop. I'm not angry and I promise not to tell anyone about last night. You know that I know that you and Katrina haven't yet consummated your relationship. I can only imagine how being an eighteen year old virgin boy can be, well, frustrating. If you have a panty fetish maybe that's something you and Katrina should discuss together. If you want to discuss it with me that's fine too. Maybe we can all go shopping for panties together - ha ha. See, I told you I wasn't angry. If you're embarrassed, (em-bare-assed?), about me seeing you naked, don't be. Seems to me like father like son, get it - ha ha. Why don't you make it up to me and move all of the bags of soil from the garage to the greenhouse. I'll be home at around 6:45. Please don't raid my panty drawer unless you really need to - ha ha. Oh yes, before I forget - you're father will be gone for another couple of days on business - c'est la vie I suppose." Pete crumpled the message in his hand as he hung his head in defeat. He knew he could never truthfully explain why he was holding his step-mother's unmentionables and had to resign to her thinking he had some kind of panty fetish. He grabbed his sneakers and made his way to the garage to start moving bags of dirt to the greenhouse. Pete loaded several bags at a time into a wheelbarrow and carted them up the greenhouse. As he unloaded the bags of dirt he could not help but mull over what had happened late last night. He saw himself at a distance in his mind's eye, on his side with Samantha lording over him. Though his eyes were shut with Maggie's g-string wrapped around his head he could distinstinctly see a look of shame on his face. When he remembered Katrina's portrait staring at him throughout the ordeal and the way Rebecca looked earlier that day his shame magnified, emasculating and belittling his self esteem in the process. Pete unloaded the last bag of dirt feeling foolish and angry with himself. Samantha, he thought, had certainly accomplished what she had set out to do. The chore Maggie had given him took longer than he thought and was feeling very thirsty when he had finished. He made his way back to the house for refreshment completely forgetting about the girls inside and, of course, bumped into Samantha on her way out the front door. Not one to be shy, Samantha broke the ice first. "How're you feeling today, Pete?" Samantha asked with a subtle, wry grin and knowing look on her face. "A little worse for the wear," Pete replied staring at the ground, shuffling his feet, unable to face her directly. "Where's Rebecca?" he asked wanting to end the conversation as quickly as possible. "Packing our stuff into the car. Oh, here she is now," Samantha answered. An immediate silence fell between Rebecca and Pete, each ill at ease in the other's presence. Samantha took that as her queue to leave them alone. With trouble looking each other in the eye, Pete decided he should be the one to speak first. "Listen, Rebecca, I'm so sorry about yesterday. I don't know what I was thinking. I really feel ashamed of myself. I understand if you don't forgive me, but if there's anything I can do to make it up to you let me know," Pete said earnestly. "Just don't tell my mother," was all Rebecca answered. Pete knew by her tone and eyes that she was dead serious and made her a solemn promise not to tell a soul. Rebecca accepted his promise not with words, but with a hug. The simple act of hugging her step-brother spoke volumes to each of them. Up until that point Pete and Rebecca harboured a deep unspoken dislike for one another. Pete's sincerity and Rebecca's affection showed sides of themselves neither had ever seen in the other before. Neither Rebecca nor Pete could deny a milestone in their relationship had been passed. Upon releasing Pete she whispered a "thank you" and smiled. As Rebecca made her way to her car she turned on her heels still smiling and grabbed Pete's package through his track pants. "I was fuckin' serious when I said I'd rip your dick off and shove it down your throat," Rebecca reminded him. Her mannerism was not menacing, but playful, though given her reputation it was unwise to scoff at her. A startled Pete reassured her and she gave him a kiss on the lips that lingered a little longer than either one expected. The last Pete saw of Samantha and Rebecca as they pulled away was Samantha giving him a wink and blowing him a kiss. Once inside the house Pete paused and reflected on the kiss Rebecca had given him. "What the hell was that?" he asked himself aloud. Pete now actually felt sad the duo had left, but also relieved. Rebecca's forgiveness had revitalized his spirits to a surprising degree when he suddenly realized he was all alone in the house. "Now that I have the place to myself I can get some homework done. I can blast my music as loud as I want to. I can skim the liquor cabinet. I can walk around nude!" he thought to himself. He carried out the last three. After getting in his kicks thoroughly enjoying all three activities he decided to phone his girlfriend, Katrina. "Hey baby, I got's me here a shower with our names all over it if you know what I mean, he he he," Pete said as soon as he heard Katrina answer on the other end. "I'm doing my algebra assignment right now, Sugar, and, and are you drunk?" Katrina enquired with a tone of concern. "No, of course not," Pete replied defensively. "I'm standing here on this gorgeous day with a barbecue, a private beach, and a pool table in the basement all by myself. I should be standing here with the prettiest girl in the world, but Jenny said she couldn't make it so why don't you come over?" he continued, chuckling, a bottle of scotch in his hand. Katrina gasped in mock shock at the mention of Jenny, the town slut. "I'll tell you what, Sugar, I'll be over as soon as I finish my algebra homework and please don't drink anymore, o.k., love you," Katrina answered. "Algebra shmalgebra, x plus y equals me and you, baby. I'll be barbequing us some lunch when you get here. Love you too...Jenny, I mean Katrina," Pete joked as he put down the receiver taking one last swig of his father's imported scotch. Katrina arrived at Pete's around noon on her bicycle. The scene she lay witness to as she approached the house took the wind out of her sails. Pete stood by the barbeque on the front porch completely naked except for a pair of sandals and an apron that read, "kiss the cook". "Have you gone mad? Just how drunk are you?" Katrina asked in disbelief at Pete's new found cavalier sense of dress. "Relax, no one's gonna see me except you. I thought I'd surprise you and by the look on your face I'd say mission accomplished. Why don't you join me and get down to your bare essentials?" Pete asked. "Pete, I'm not getting naked and I want you to put on at least a pair of shorts. You're weirding me out, Sugar," Katrina said with a tone of unease. "Alright, alright, I'll go put on some shorts. I guess we won't have naked fun together. Take over the barbee for me while I go change into something 'less' comfortable," Pete responded dejectedly. Katrina took over the barbecue secretly laughing at the situation. She stopped laughing when she saw Pete's reddened butt cheek. When he returned wearing a pair of cargo shorts she asked him what happened to his ass. Pete panicked for a split second, but recovered quickly constructing a story of how he thought it must be the result of him falling off his bicycle on the way back home from her place the other night. Katrina asked him if he put medication on it. He lied and said yes and that it wasn't bothering him in the least - an even bigger lie. After they ate Pete asked her if she brought her bathing suite. He wanted them to take up some sun on the small stretch of beach that made up part of the property. "Of course, you can always ditch the bathing suite and go au naturel," Pete said. "We'll see," was all Katrina answered. She reminded Pete not to forget the sun block and beach towel. Pete and Katrina made their way down to the beach in their bathing suits and began taking turns applying sun block to one another's body. It didn't take long for the activity to veer towards the sexual. The warmth of the afternoon sun, the sound and smell of the ocean, and a light breeze all converged heightening the sensuality of the corporeal act. Katrina began massaging the lotion onto Pete's back. She soon straddled her lover's waist and kneaded his flesh with tender affection. The drowsy moans he sounded let her know her efforts were not going unappreciated. The sensuality and romance of massaging Pete on the beach provoked Katrina's mood. After his back and arms were coated with sun block Katrina turned her attention to his legs. Kneeling in between his legs she made her way up to the hem of his swim trunks where she formulated an idea. "Why don't you take your swim trunks off so I can see the bump you took when you fell off your bike? I'll add some sun block to your cutey patooty while I'm at it if that's o.k.?" Katrina asked. Pete simply smiled and stood to remove his trunks. Katrina, still kneeling, ran her fingers along his leg and bit her bottom lip when he uncovered his penis. Once Pete resumed his position on his stomach Katrina squirted lotion on both his cheeks and began a grabbing, kneading motion. She had to admit, Pete's patooty certainly was a cutey. Faint blond hair sparsely covered each bun, a small patch of which collected at the base of his back. Luckily for Pete, Samantha administered more than one hard slap to his ass the night before. The result didn't look like a definite hand print, but a rather shapeless red tattoo easily passed off as a fall to the kiester. After a prolonged enjoyment of Pete's butt Katrina asked him to turn over. Before adding any lotion, Katrina crawled up to Pete and gave him a long wet kiss. She then threw her long dark hair over her head in order to run it down along Pete's chest and abdomen. Slowly and methodically Katrina rubbed lotion all over her lover's body while avoiding his hard-on. Pete just lay there with arms by his side and legs splayed savouring the experience. When it was finally time to coat Pete's pecker with sun block, Katrina coated her hands with the lotion, placed both hands on the throbbing muscle, and began a slow up-and-down, squeeze and release motion. When she wasn't overlapping one hand with the other as they travelled up and down the length of his shaft, she was gently caressing Pete's balls with her lotion covered hands. After a short while Pete warned her to stop or else he would cum. He offered to do her next, but not before she continued massaging his cock for another couple of minutes. When it was her turn, Pete told Katrina she looked sexy in her two-piece swimsuit, but if she wanted the same treatment it would have to go. Katrina hesitated and looked around the expanse of the beach even though she knew they were completely alone. Caught up in the moment, Katrina shed her swim suite, but stood covering her breasts and crotch with her hands, blushing heavily. Pete gave her a friendly laugh and told her to lie down on her stomach. Pete indulged himself much in the same way Katrina did. Katrina moaned drowsily just as Pete had. He took equal pleasure when he reached her buttocks. He gave her right buttock a playful slap and examined the small birthmark on her right butt cheek. "The birthmark on your ass looks like a silhouette of that rabbit from the ceral commercials. You know which one I mean. The one who never gets to eat his own cereal and is told how silly he is everytime he fails," Pete said. "It does not!" Katrina shot out in protest looking over her shoulder with a frown trying to look at Pete and her butt cheek. "O.K., whatever you say miss Moretti, but remember silly rabbit, Katrinas are for Petes!" Pete joked knowing it would provoke a reaction from his girlfriend. "You're incorrigible," Katrina scolded poutily while turning over onto her back. "Now make it up to me," she added with a grin holding out the bottle of sun block. Pete grabbed the bottle and paused to read the instructions on the back. "Uh oh, Katrina! Looks like you skipped a step with this sun block. It says here before applying lotion to skin the body must be coated with a primer of kisses," Pete said feigning consternation. Katrina giggled as he set the bottle aside and began kissing her feet. Pete found Katrina irresistible. Her normally dark complexion had bronzed over the summer and the tan lines that formed made her breasts and pubic region jump out sharply in contrast. As Pete made his way up her long slender legs he skipped her womanhood and indulged in kissing her taut belly. He dragged his tongue from just above her soft curls to over her navel. Katrina moaned in delight and whimpered when he made his way to her small, pert, upturned breasts. While suckling his lover's hardened, puffy nipples, Pete slid his hand down onto Katrina's soft folds. Katrina involuntarily heaved her chest forward and widened her thighs while gasping in reaction. Pete had his index and middle finger running along the length of Katrina's slit, hooking them inside her as he slid them down and pinching her clit in between the two digits on his way back up. In the throws of passion Katrina grabbed onto Pete's shoulder, dug her nails into his flesh, and gently bit his upper arm. As the ocean waves crested and crashed on the beach so too did the erotic warmth now flowing over Katrina. She forcefully gripped Pete's probing hand as she writhed and bucked her hips. Pete hummed along side Katrina's whimpering and moaning as he felt her hot juices swell forth from her trembling sex. Her entire body buckled and arched upwards under the force of a powerful orgasm. "Oh my God! Petey, Oh...Oh...Oh!" Katrina yelled in ecstasy. She collapsed back down onto the towel, a warm smile and heavy eyelids signalling her satisfaction. Pete reached for the bottle of sun block and proceeded to cover her body as promised. When he had finished he asked Katrina if she knew what the number 69 signified. Katrina responded that she wasn't that innocent and that, yes, she knew what it meant. She told him if he wanted to try it out she'd oblige him. "Do you have one of those flavoured condoms on hand?" Pete asked guessing that the only reason she would consent to give him a blow job was if she didn't have to take his load in her mouth. "No, but I still want to try it so long as you let me know before you cum so I can aim it away from me," Katrina answered. Pete lay on his back waiting in anticipation to taste the sweet nectar of his girlfriend's honey pot. Cunnilingus was a new passion he had discovered when he first tried it with her in her shower the night before. An anxious Katrina climbed over him and grabbed his throbbing cock in her hand. Their lotion covered bodies glistened in the noonday sun. Katrina still felt unsure over how to go about pleasing her partner orally, but had secretly downloaded "better sex" manuals off the internet the other night after Pete had left her house and her mother had gone to bed. It was time to put theory into practice. She grabbed a corner of the beach towel they lay on to wipe the lotion off Pete's dick. Simultaneously, each one's tongues took tentative stabs at their respective tasks. Katrina's tongue flicked and swirled around the head of Pete's thick glans. She opened wide to take what length of his shaft she could. Everytime she pulled her head back her cheeks hollowed in reaction to the literal sucking she was administering. "Wow, that feels great, baby, don't stop now," moaned Pete in eager appreciation. Encouraged, Katrina persisted with a sense of determination. She ran her tongue up and down his shaft making a point to pull back every now and then to attack his balls while jerking him off. Her research was paying dividends. Pete couldn't help but lift his hips trying to thrust up into her hungry mouth. Much to her surprise, Katrina was actually enjoying sucking her partner off. There was something about the intimacy of having Pete's hard phallus in her hands and mouth that scratched an itch she never realized existed before. The brevity and clumsiness of her initial experience in the shower the other night did not prepare her for the rewards yeilded by a focused deliberation. Meanwhile, Pete was too energized to cum prematurely as he did in the shower with Katrina or as he nearly did when Samantha had deep throated him the other night. His mind lie entirely in drinking up the musky sex of his lover. As he traced each fold with the tip of his tongue he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer. It didn't take long before he pried her petals open with his fingers, propelling his tongue inside her neon pink pussy. With his tongue penetrating her, he began sealing his lips around her quivering mound and sucking as he would a slice of lemon after taking a shot of tequila. His tongue would exit Katrina's tunnel every so often and flick her distended clitoris. It didn't take long before Pete became lost in his own lust. For Pete, his entire being was floating in a velvety pink paradise. Alongside his growling moans he impulsively and vigorously shook his head trying to burrow deeper inside Katrina's juicy cunt. He didn't even realize he had begun involuntarily circling Katrina's asshole with his thumb while pawing her ass cheek in his hand. Katrina noticed it right away. Contrary to how she felt about anal sex she did not stop him, the sensation only drove her surging path towards climax on a rip roaringly wilder course. He Came, He Saw Ch. 05 Several weeks passed after one of the most memorable long weekends of Pete Taylor's young life. Over that fateful weekend Pete and his girlfriend Katrina had mutually masturbated in her mother's car on Saturday, explored oral sex on Sunday, and experimented with a 69 position on Monday. That same Monday they had even tried nudism on the small stretch of private beach that made up part of Pete's parent's property. In addition, Pete had, during the same weekend, spied his step-sister having lesbian sex with her new college roommate, tried to blackmail the two into giving him a sex show the next day, and received his come-upins the day after that. To top it all off, Pete had been caught naked by his step-mother with her g-string in his hand which developed into her determining and, what Pete could only believe, encouraging a theoretical panty fetish on his part. Pete's life had since settled back down to as normal as his senior year in high school allowed. Along with all the academic work he found himself drowning in, he had successfully made the soccer team, though only as a second string bench warmer for the most part. It did not bother Pete in the least as he really only wanted to join so he could hang with his friends. After all, baseball was his sport, but that would have to wait until spring. If that were not enough, he continued his role as chief photographer for the school paper. He had even begun writing articles for the sports page. Thankfully, Katrina was always there for support, moral or otherwise. On her side, Katrina felt swamped under science projects, yearbook and prom committee meetings, and the school orchestra. On top of everything else, she also volunteered her time as a candy striper at the local hospital. It was always a welcome relief to snuggle in the arms of her "Peteycakes", a new nickname she had given Pete and loved watching him wince at. She had conceived the moniker in retaliation to Pete now calling her "Trixie" in reference to the small, rabbit-shaped birthmark on her right butt cheek he had discovered. The frequency of their sexual encounters had subsided significantly as school activities preoccupied most of their time, especially now with college looming. They still managed to find time for each other and their new found love of oral sex. It wasn't uncommon to find them late on a Saturday night, secluded on a lonely stretch of road, sixty-nining one another in the backseat of Katrina's mother's car. One particular Saturday night, two weeks before their anniversary on Halloween, Katrina insisted they discuss the occasion ahead of any hanky panky. "Business before pleasure," was how she had phrased it. "I was wondering if you had anything planned for Halloween this year, Peteycakes?" Katrina asked inquisitively. "Me and the boys want to celebrate Halloween at Finnegan's Pub this year now that nearly everyone's of legal age. It'll be a good change from Billy Bannister's backyard, though those were always a blast. I also thought I could get the crowd to toast our anniversary and convince the d.j. to clear the floor and let us have a ceremonial dance all to ourselves. I bet you thought I was gonna say nothing, huh?" Pete asked with a smug look on his face. "Oh, that's so romantic," Katrina cooed holding Pete's hand in hers. "I thought we could do something different though," she said resolutely as if there were no debate as to who's idea was better. "I thought we could celebrate by renting a hotel room over the weekend, some romantic getaway somewhere and, well, maybe make love for our first time?" She looked as though she had just given her boyfriend the best present he had ever received, grinning enthusiastically in anticipation of his response. Pete took a few seconds to absorb what his girlfriend had just said. "Fuck Finnegan's!" he shouted with wide eyes and a big grin as he pounced on Katrina and kissed her deeply. It did not take long before the car's windows were fogged with cries of "Oh, Trixie!" and "Oh, Peteycakes!" emanating from the vehicle. The two weeks that followed the agreement to lose their virginities on their anniversary were extra special for Pete and Katrina. Every smile was brighter, every kiss longer, and they whispered twice as many sweet nothings into each other's ears. Things had picked up at home for Pete as well. Ever since he assured Maggie that he did not have a panty fetish it was as if their relationship had cooled down a notch or two. They had always gotten along, but there seemed to be a slight downcast, dispirited air about Maggie ever since. It might have gone unperceived if Maggie's usual temperament had not always been so bubbly, bright, and breezy. Now that he and Katrina were to consummate their relationship, the news of which, of course, made it's way to the couple's mothers, Maggie had risen out of her slump. Pete had even made his way home one day and found Maggie, Vanessa, and Katrina in the living room all giggling together. When they spotted him Maggie and Vanessa greeted Pete in concert with a boisterously cheerful, "Hi, Peteycakes!" Pete shot a sullen "Hey!" back at the sound of that nickname and squinted an irksome eye on Katrina. She was staring out the window, chuckling behind a closed fist, too embarrassed to look at him. "It's good to see Maggie as lively and upbeat as Vanessa again," he thought. Even Arthur, his father, had gotten wind of the news. "So my boy's to become a man!" boomed Arthur with an approving glint in his eyes. It was a rare occasion when Arthur was around long enough to catch up on his son's life. He offered Pete a shot of his favourite imported scotch over a game of billiards in the basement as a means of congratulations. Pete always enjoyed spending time with his dad and especially enjoyed beating him at billiards. Things turned awkward when his father began animatedly giving him advice on how to please a woman, complete with hand gestures and terminology. Pete just took it in stride, nodding considerately. The Thursday night before Pete and Katrina were to check-in to the "Clover Cove Hotel" on an island six hours distance from their seaside town he received an e-mail from someone he did not recognize. "Who the heck is RSS86?" he questioned out loud. He immediately knew who it was after he opened it. "Rebecca! What does she want?" he questioned out loud again. Her e-mail read: "Pete, I can't stop thinking about what happened a month ago. I really want us to talk, face-to-face. Why don't you come visit Samantha and myself at our dorm room, (26, Johnson Hall), either next weekend or the weekend following. Things are sure to be too busy and hectic here afterwards with term finals coming. I guess I just feel as though an unresolved monkey is ridding my back. It's hurting my performance on the track as a matter of fact. Sam and I will treat you to a night on the town here in the big city. Let me know what you think. Either way, I miss you all. -R.S.S." Pete did not reply right away, he couldn't. He needed time to mull it over. Two hours later he wrote back and agreed to meet with his step-sister. He mentioned that he wanted to visit not only for her sake, but for his as well. The sentiment was not completely untrue. He wrote that if he could not make it the first weekend of November than he would surely be able to make it the next and that he would keep her posted. An hour later he finished his message telling her he missed her too. The following evening, Pete drove up to Katrina's mother's condominium in the old pickup truck Maggie and Arthur had given him on his eighteenth birthday. The camper top still bore the logo of Maggie's floral shop, "Maggie's Flowers", on the side, but Pete did not mind. His parents had each spent quite a bit of money fixing the truck up and had even installed a cd player in it for him. Katrina came bounding out of her house and hopped in the truck looking as excited as ever. As they drove away they waved goodbye to Vanessa. "This is it! This should be a weekend to remember. So is the Monday we're taking off the first time you play hooky, miss Moretti?" Pete asked Katrina as they made their way onto the highway. "Actually it is. I brought some snacks in case we get hungry. That reminds me, I made dinner reservations for tomorrow night. I hope they have decent oysters. I'm in the mood for raw oysters. How about yourself, Petey, what are you in the mood for?" Katrina asked. "My sweet tooth is telling me fudge brownies, but my loins are screaming for pussy," Pete replied laughing at Katrina's "I walked into that one" expression. A full moon lit the star-speckled night sky, reflecting off the black water in a shimmering silver dance as the ferry boat carrying Pete and Katrina approached their island destination. With his arms wrapped around his lover taking in the cool night air, Pete told Katrina they had better board the pickup as the ferry neared port. They had no difficulty finding the hotel and were surprised at how much grander it was than the internet pictures had let on. They were reminded that it was indeed Halloween weekend when greeted by two hotel employees dressed as a bee and some kind of bird at the front desk. They checked into their room, marvelled at how nice it was, and decided to turn in early. Both were tired after a long day of school and a long night of driving. Katrina woke first the next morning and had a full day planned for Pete and herself. The hotel was located in a touristy town offering plenty of diverse activities for visitors. Pete and Katrina walked along the boardwalk dipping in and out of shops, ate a delicious lunch, and visited a large aquarium. They returned to their hotel to get dressed for dinner. Katrina had insisted they have a classy romantic evening of food, wine, and dancing before retiring to their room. "Are you sure you don't wanna just fuck and get it over with?" Pete asked trying to provoke her. "Pete!" Katrina castigated with a frown. "Here, let me help you with your tie. There, don't you look handsome?" she told him with a satisfied grin and nod of the head. Pete had to admit he looked good as he glanced himself over in the hotel mirror. His tan suite blended well with the cream coloured shirt and gold tie Katrina had selected for him. Best of all, he found the brown leather shoes he had on to be more comfortable than expected. As dapper as he thought he was, nothing compared to the vision of his girlfriend as she stepped out of the bathroom asking how she looked. Pete dropped and sat on the bed, holding out his hands gesturing for her. She walked over, her long legs looking even longer in sexy black high heels. Once she held hands with Pete he lifted himself up and told her she was absolutely stunning. He told her she resembled some kind of flamenco princess. Her silky raven hair was done up in a glamorous twist exposing a sleek and sexy neck accented by two large looping earrings. Her make up gave her an air of seduction and sophistication. She wore the flowing crimson dress she had chosen as a movie star would walking the red carpet. Pete was taken aback by how much leg the ruffled slit on the side of the dress was showing. As he kissed her he savoured her perfume reminding him of jasmine and lavender. She hooked her arm in his holding a small black purse and reminded him dinner was waiting. Pete could not believe her transformation and had to fight an erection from forming. It was an evening of magic for Pete and Katrina. They enjoyed the finest food and wine and danced the night away. It was easy when Vanessa and Maggie's credit cards were paying for the entire trip. Pete had to concede, sometimes it was good to have their mothers so enthusiastic about their coupling. When they made their way back to the hotel room Katrina paused silently before unlocking the door. Pete hugged her from behind and asked her if she wanted him to open it. She handed him the room key and they entered together. Pete hugged Katrina from behind once again in the bathroom. He kissed her shoulder watching her longingly as she tilted her head removing her earrings and undoing her hair. "I've never seen you more beautiful than tonight, Katrina. I don't mean just the way you look, but everything about you tonight was spellbinding and exquisite. I'm the luckiest guy in the world. You humble me. I love you more than anything" Pete told her in a soft voice. "I love you too, Pete. I love you with all my heart and always will," Katrina replied with watery eyes. The young couple stood swaying in each other's arms, cheek to cheek, looking at themselves in the mirror. Pete broke the embrace and held Katrina's hand leading her to the bedroom. Before doing anything Pete hinted at a small surprise he thought up and fetched four large purple candles out of his suitcase. He placed them on the nightstands around the bed, lit them, and extinguished all other sources of light in the bedroom. They kissed, undressed, and climbed under the covers. Katrina laid on her back while Pete leaned over her on his side kissing her and cupping her breasts in his hand. Their touch had never burned so intensely as it did this night. As his kissing made its way down her neck and over to her breasts his hand descended over her belly and began massaging her moist folds. Revelling in the scent of Katrina's perfume he suckled at her puffy pink nipples now harder than ever. Katrina moaned sweetly as she ran her fingers through her lover's short sandy blond hair. Katrina decided to take the initiative and asked Pete to lie down where she had just been. She leaned over him on her side and kissed her way downwards from his lips making her way to his turgid tool. Pete purred as his girlfriend gave him a deliberately slow blow job looking up at him with sparkling bedroom eyes. He ran all ten fingers through her hair as her head bobbed on his rock hard cock. Then, without a word, Katrina's mouth popped off his cock and she dashed her way to the bathroom closing the door behind her. Not exactly sure what was going on, Pete hoped she was not suddenly feeling sick with nerves. He reached into his suitcase to retrieve a condom just in case. Shortly after, Katrina emerged and told Pete he could dispose of the condom. "Why? Are you feeling alright?" Pete asked with concern. "Yes, yes, I just put in a diaphragm. I also have a morning after pill. Well, I'm ready if you are?" Katrina replied looking as excited as she did anxious. Pete patted the mattress motioning for her to join him. He asked her to resume her position on her back and lubricated her opening with a coaxing tongue. As Pete climbed up over her and positioned his manhood at the entrance of her womanhood Katrina grabbed a pillow and placed it underneath her bottom, angling her pelvis for better access. With one last nervous impulse, Katrina grabbed Pete by the back of the neck and pulled him into a kiss. Their shadows flickered and danced about the room in the candlelight. Pete pushed his cockhead into the moist cleft of his lover's channel. Katrina immediately felt the extent of his girth and let out a yelp, grimacing in pain. She told him not to stop and pulled him in for another kiss. Pete gently slid his bulbous cockhead along her hot wet opening until, unexpectedly, Katrina gripped Pete's arms, crossed her legs around his hips, and told him to push all the way in with one stroke, no matter what. A look of anxiety and excitement blazed in her eyes. Pete complied and with one sudden and forceful thrust he tore her hymen, nearly entering the entire length of his shaft inside her. "Ahhhh, it hurts...mmm...don't stop, Petey...mmm...ahh, I can feel you inside me, ah, umph, oh God it hurts, don't stop...FUCK ME!" Katrina yelled, her face contorted and her eyes fluttering uncontrollably. She had dug her heels into Pete's buttocks and tightened her grip on his upper arms encouraging him onward. Pete could not believe how amazingly well her vagina sheathed his dick. The sound of Katrina yelling "fuck me" drove Pete crazy. He began groaning with every plunge as he softly rocked back and forth over her. Perspiration beaded both of their bodies as the air grew hot and humid smelling of sex. The sweltering velvet of Katrina's tunnel yielded further and further as she adjusted to the hefty invader now gradually pummelling its way inside her. Her cries of distress changed to moans of contentment and pleasure. A small trickle of blood made its way down the crack of her ass and onto Pete's scrotum. Katrina pulled Pete to her once again not to kiss him, but to whisper her desire to switch positions. Now on his back, Pete clutched his slippery cock and watched as Katrina straddled him, slowly lowering her sex onto his. Her long hair hung down tickling his stomach as she watched his glistening shaft disappear into her puffed-upped pussy lips. Katrina grunted loudly and clenched her teeth feeling her lover's stocky sprout stretch her wide. Pete grunted softly and started stimulating his girlfriend's clitoris. He rolled her engorged clit between finger and thumb. Her juices were now flowing freely. The wetness only enriched the delicious feeling of her vagina gripping around his cock. As soon as Katrina leant forward enough Pete sprung and clamped his mouth on her breasts and sucked on nipples that felt every bit as hard as the clit in his fingers. They began moving in rhythmic unison as Katrina bounced and Pete bucked, one pair of hips towards the other. Through the heat thumped sweat, skin, and sheets. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the dimly lit room. Everytime Katrina fell her buttocks stretched, parted, and pressed against Pete's rising, opening thighs. Everytime Pete rose his balls smacked against Katrina's exposed asshole. "Ooooh yeah, Petey, that's it , don't stop, Oh God! That feels so good right there, mmm." Katrina was making a face Pete did not recognize. Her nostrils were flared and her upper lip curled with her eyes tightly shut. The look ignited a fire in Pete's loins. He no longer wanted to make love or have sex; he wanted to fuck. He yelled out as he gripped Katrina's small ass in his hands and frantically jack hammered his thick cock into her. The look on her face changed. Her mouth opened to a wide "O" and her head faced up towards the wall. Her dishevelled hair bounced about as Pete drilled her with everything he had. They would later chalk it up to beginner's luck as they climaxed simultaneously. Both became rigid and trembled in sexual frenzy. A panting Pete continued to pound Katrina to the hilt pistoning his cock fast and hard into her virgin cunt. A breathless Katrina clawed at Pete's chest drawing blood and cursed his name as she squeezed his virgin prick with her vaginal muscles. Arching his back and throwing his head back against the pillow, Pete groaned vociferously as his sex exploded copious ropes of hot creamy semen. Katrina shook violently, gurgling a throaty moan as her sizzling hot pussy drenched their union in liquid love. At the peak of their climax, when time seemed to slow down and they each felt as one, a moment of magnificence forever imprinted itself on their psyches. Katrina's black hair coiled softly about her head covering eyes that glimmered with a desire and love of the most primal kind and for a brief, but glorious second, Pete mirrored the look back. After the euphoria subsided they crashed into one another's arms, gasping for air, and kissed sloppily. "I guess you're a woman now, miss Moretti," Pete said breathlessly, brushing a strand of hair from Katrina's flushed face. "And you're a man, mister Taylor," Katrina replied warmly. After a while of pecks and nuzzles, Pete said, "I want to go at it again." "Mmmm, it hurt quite a bit at first, but then...Hot Damn! If you don't mind I'm pretty tired. I thought we could cuddle for a little while. Remember, we do have this room until Monday morning," Katrina reminded Pete in a drowsy voice. He Came, He Saw Ch. 06 A brisk November snow blew towards Pete’s windshield as the city's skyline rose into view. "I can't believe you did that! You've crossed the line this time! Who do you take me for?" Katrina kept yelling over and over again in his mind. Her angry expression was all Pete could think of as he hurtled down the dark highway. It had been forty eight hours since Katrina erupted at him for taking a picture of her passed out with a gob of his cum hanging off her chin. He snapped the photo two weeks prior on their anniversary after she swallowed his load while heavily intoxicated. The picture was meant to be a private joke between them, but Katrina found nothing funny about it and accused Pete of taking advantage of her and committing a "betrayal of trust". After demanding he delete the photograph from his digital camera she stormed out of his bedroom refusing to talk to him since. The argument marked their first real blow up. Pete now felt glad to be leaving for the weekend to meet with his step-sister, Rebecca. Any hesitation he felt over the impending reunion had lifted. He promised Rebecca to speak with her face-to-face at the college dormitory she shared with Samantha, her roommate and lover. They decided it best if he spent Friday and Saturday night with them and make a weekend of it. She sent him directions in an e-mail and asked him to come alone. “I’m all alone now, no doubt about it!” Pete muttered under his breath as angry with his girlfriend as he was with himself. Pete had no difficulty finding the college campus, even at night, but had to ask directions for Johnson Hall, Rebecca's dormitory. After a few knocks on door 26, Rebecca answered, greeting her step-brother with a hug. "What? No strange kiss this time?" Pete thought, remembering the last time she had hugged him. "I'm glad you made it, Pete. Why don't you set your bag down in the closet and make yourself at home?" Impressed by the large ivy covered building that was Johnson Hall, Pete was little prepared for the sizeable loft-style rooms inside. "It's good to win a scholarship," he thought to himself. The entrance sat two steps higher than the rest of the room. From it, he looked to his right and saw a small bathroom. A kitchenette and closet lie to his left. Centered on the lower level stood a long narrow desk topped by cabinets that reached up to the ceiling. It had clearly been built to separate both sides of the room. Tall bay windows now gathering snow on their ledges sat above each girl's bed. When Pete descended the steps he found a small, cozy looking lounge area tucked behind the kitchenette and opposite what was obviously Rebecca's side of the dorm room. "It's good to win a scholarship," Rebecca said as she motioned for Pete to sit on the loveseat in the lounge. “My thoughts exactly,“ Pete shot back noticeably impressed as his step-sister offered him a beer from the fridge. “Where’s Samantha?” He asked. “She’s out of town tonight. She’s on the debate team and is probably trouncing the competition as we speak. She won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon. That’s why I think tonight’s the perfect time to, ah, you know, um, sorry, this is hard for me,” Rebecca said looking uncomfortable. “It’s cool, I haven’t told a soul about you and Samantha and believe me, whatever it is you need to say, well, I feel like I owe it to you to listen. Why don‘t we start with some small talk and catch up over a couple more beers? There‘s a good hockey game on tonight.” As they chatted, Pete noticed how much more feminine in appearance Rebecca seemed. He had never known her to wear make up except on special occasions. He was not sure why she had painted her face this evening, but thought it made her look even more like Rachel Leigh Cook than usual. Even her ever-boyish short hair seemed stylized towards the feminine. The most striking change of all being the change in her dress. She had substituted her usual sporty getup for a white silk blouse décolleté enough to show off a good deal of cleavage. The pinstripes on her tight black pants outlined her muscular thighs and taut ass. It was faint, but he thought she smelled of lilac. Of course, after their encounter in her bedroom he did not know what to expect from his step-sister any longer. “Wow! I can’t believe you and Katrina had a fight. I’m sure you two’ll make up. Want another beer?” Rebecca asked in the cocky tomboyish way Pete knew so well and was almost relieved to hear. After retrieving the beverage, Rebecca decided it was time to lay it all on the line. "Okay, Pete, enough chit chat. I’m ready to, to say what it is I, ah, I need to say,” Rebecca stated looking as though she were trying to convince herself as much as anyone else, sitting straight up in the chair across from Pete. Before Pete could say anything Rebecca blurted out, “Me and Samantha are not lesbians.” “What?” Pete burst out. “No, I don’t think so ’Becca! I saw you with my own two eyes, I saw you plain as day, I saw you...” “We’re bisexuals - Samantha more so.” Rebecca interrupted without expression. “Oh!” Pete stopped himself. “Is that it? Is that all that’s been bugging you?” “No, that’s just the beginning,” Rebecca responded. She then lowered her head and closed her eyes. “Here goes! When my dad left us I knew I had to be tough and be there for mom. That partially explains why I’ve always been so withdrawn and hard on you and your dad or anyone else that got between us. I guess I’ve permanently set myself on ‘defensive’. Also, I don’t know if you remember it or not, but I was the first one to be friends with Katrina. As a matter of fact I had my first girl-girl kiss with her behind the old oak tree in our backyard.” Pete had been sipping beer when Rebecca made the confession. He spit the beer out , stupefied, and asked, “Whaaa?” “Yeah, it’s true! We both promised never to tell, but well, you know, whatever. Now let me finish. When you two became close friends and started going out I became extremely bitter and jealous. Chalk it up to teenage immaturity, but I secretly disowned you afterwards. On top of everything else, I became more and more aware of my attraction for girls. I had always kind of known, but when puberty hit and it intensified I beat myself up on the inside and I guess I dealt with my self-hatred by taking it out on you. I still liked guys though none of the boys in high school measured up and always paled in comparison to the girls I was attracted to. When I met Samantha we both knew it was love at first sight. I’ve never been happier or more over my foolish resentment towards you and Katrina, but the truth is, Pete, I feel like I need your forgiveness. I feel ashamed of myself and need atonement or some kinda closure. You needn't take it, but I do give you my most sincere and heartfelt apologies." Pete looked his step-sister in the eye and reminded her of his promise to make it up to her after bursting in on her and Samantha. "All is forgiven Rebecca. We can call it even between ourselves. You only have to promise not to put the moves on Katrina." Rebecca burst out laughing. "Don't worry about it." The humour had lifted the mood and each felt much more comfortable with the other. Rebecca still held one last bomb for Pete and felt her heart pound as she risked dropping it. "I’m still a virgin when it comes to boys!" Rebecca declared searching for a hint in Pete's reaction. Pete merely accepted the fact not really seeing where his step-sister was headed. "I don’t like that part of myself. It sounds crazy, but I feel inadequate. That day when I opened up to you in my bedroom made it perfectly clear to myself.” Rebecca took a deep sigh. “I want you to be my first, Pete. I know I can trust you. I know I love you. I really do, in spite of it all, I love you. It’ll only be a one time thing. Please don’t think of it as betraying Katrina and please don’t think of me as a freak.” Pete just stared at her not knowing what to say or do. “You don’t think of it as betraying Samantha?” was all he could come up with. “No, truth be told, she knows that’s why you’re here this weekend. I have her full consent. She thought it would be therapeutic and felt confident you would be at least willing to understand.” Rebecca answered. Pete shook his head as if he had been slapped in the face. “Their mental! The both of them, complete lunatics!” he thought in his head. “I think maybe I should leave now,” he said as he raised himself from the loveseat. “Wait!” Rebecca pleaded as she made her way from the chair to where he was standing. She held his arm, looked at him vulnerably yet tenderly, and asked, “Do you love me Pete? Honestly? Do you? I have to know. Please, at the very least leave knowing that I care for you.” Pete did not answer as his mind raced. He thought about his fight with Katrina. He thought about the day Rebecca broke down in front of him in her bedroom. He thought about how good Rebecca looked at that very moment. Without thinking Pete grabbed his step-sister by the shoulders and kissed her deeply. Rebecca kissed him back with equal vigour and intensity. Their tongues met and years of tension between them disintegrated, splitting like an atom, exploding in fiery passion. They dropped to the loveseat embracing feverishly, quivering in each other's arms, tearing at each other’s clothes. Their moans suffused over heavy breathing as they melted into each other. Pete broke the kiss and asked, “Are you sure you want this, ‘Becca? I think we both know its wrong...” "But it feels right," Rebecca interrupted. "Pete, we're not blood related and let's face it, we've really only known each other..." "Long enough to make it wrong," Pete interrupted in kind. They both stared in each other's eyes feeling the desire build between them, sweeping away all doubt. "Are you sure?" Pete asked one last time “More than anything else. Take me! Take me now!” Rebecca answered forcefully. Pete hurriedly unbuttoned his step-sister’s blouse while she unbuckled his belt and undid his pants. When they made it down to their underwear they moved over to her bed. Rebecca pushed Pete onto the bed and straddled his lap, pulling him into a kiss. She could feel the presence of his thick cock rub against her sex through their undergarments. Instantaneously, her pussy moistened at the sensation. She shuddered and drew her head up, pulling Pete’s head to her neck. "Oh God I want this so fuckin' bad, you and Katrina have gone the distance, right?" Rebecca asked. "Yeah, don't worry about it," Pete answered. Pete's lust for his step-sister overtook any wavering thoughts he held. Her thighs were muscular and powerful. Her ass was heart shaped perfect. Her hips seemed to slope all the way up her abdomen. He removed her bra and gorged on the gravity defying b-cups that lie beneath. As he stared at her small dark nipples, pointing straight ahead as if they were staring back, he could have sworn they were begging him to suck on them. To Pete, everything about Rebecca's body screamed sex as though she were built for fucking. Her only fault, he knew, lie entirely within his own proclivities. Pete loved a soft, smooth belly on a woman. Rebecca's ripped six pack did not incite much licking and kissing. Nevertheless, her athletic build was a sight to covet. Rebecca stood to remove her panties shocking her step-brother with a completely hairless cunt adorned by a silver ring through her clitoris. "Like what you see, Petey? Sam bought me the piercing. It matches hers," Rebecca said as she rubbed her pussy in front of her step-brother. Unlike Katrina's or even Samantha's vulvas, Rebecca's displayed no protrusion of inner labia. Her cunt looked smooth, streamlined, and tight. "My God 'Becca, you're unbelievably sexy," Pete said looking up at her in amazement. "I wanna see that big thick monster cock!" was all Rebecca answered, licking her lips. Pete removed his boxer-briefs and gripped his hard cock reclining back on the bed. Rebecca moved in and grabbed his dick from him. She leaned in and ran her tongue from his chest down to his manhood. "This is my first time sucking a real dick," Rebecca said with a hint of nervousness in her eyes. Pete did not understand. "What do you mean by a 'real' dick," he asked. "Samantha and I like to use a strap on. I can't believe I just told you that," Rebecca answered. She stared at Pete's dick for a couple of seconds and began giving him her first real blow job. Pete ran his fingers through her short hair watching her lick and suck his cock. He still had a hard time registering the idea of his step-sister, whom he disliked for so long, having sex with him. They both felt the intimacy between them settle from the volatile to an incessant pulse of wanton desire and taboo kink. The atmosphere gradually became more and more relaxed and natural as their sexual appetites drove them to consume each other. Rebecca never stopped staring up at her step-brother as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft. Pete only broke the gaze when she placed his balls in her mouth making him close his eyes savouring the feeling. He had to bite his bottom lip when she began flicking the tip of her tongue over his glans. “O.k., stop! I’m gonna cum if you keep at that,” Pete said as he sat back up. “Here, lie down on the bed for me.” He could not have known it, but that was exactly what his step-sister wanted to hear. “Oh yeah, are you sure?” Rebecca said with a cocky grin. Pete merely gestured for her to assume the position as he dropped to his knees before her opened legs. Rebecca’s hairless pussy and toned thighs beckoned Pete like a siren song. Pete wasted little time putting his tongue to work. He lapped at her cleft, curling and penetrating his tongue inside her pussy lips. Pete thought her flavour of a bolder variety than Katrina's yet less aromatic. It did not take long before his thumbs were opening her labia and exposing her distended clitoris from it’s hood. Rebecca huffed and puffed in appreciation. “Oh fuck yeah! Get that shit up in there...mmm...yeah...fuck yes, bitch, YESSS!” She reached for a couple of pillows to prop her head up to watch Pete. She then grabbed her legs and lifted them so that her knees were up by her chest, her feet pointing towards the ceiling. Pete ran his hands up her torso and pinched her nipples while shaking and nodding his head with his tongue deep inside Rebecca's moist vagina. "God damn, bitch! That's what I'm fucking talking about, oooh...yeah...yeah...yeah." Rebecca snarled and hissed. Quickening the pace, Pete lapped at the smooth snatch and tugged at the ring with his teeth bringing his step-sister to a small orgasmic tremor. She dropped her legs, hunched up, and grabbed his head. A few seconds later, she opened her eyes and smiled warmly, beckoning Pete to kiss her with her finger. As they kissed sharing her flavour they both stared at each other's reflection in the bay window by the bed. The image made both look away and blush. "Never in a million years would I have thought you and I...well, you know," Pete said, breaking the silence. Rebecca stroked her step-brother’s cock and pecked at his chest before replying. She kissed her way up to Pete's lips, "I do have one last confession. I've always found you sexually attractive. In fact, not long after we first met I began including you in my fantasies at night." Laughing giddily, Pete admitted doing the same. "I gather you and Sam don't need birth control?" Pete asked. "I got a box of condoms in the bathroom just in case you said yes," Rebecca answered. As Pete returned with a condom his cock bounced up and down. The sight of it sent an erotic jolt through Rebecca. She reached out for her step-brother as he approached and drew him down over her kissing him tenderly. She grabbed the condom trying to remember the day she had to practice doing it in sex education class. After it was on she laid back on her bed and opened her thighs, rubbing her pussy and biting her nails nervously. Pete leaned over, kissed her on the cheek, and thrust his cock inside her. "Ugh! Sam took my cherry. There's no need taking your time. Just fuck my...ugh shhh yeah... fuck my brains out," Rebecca said throatily as she drew Pete in with her arms, legs, and cunt. "Man! Even her vaginal muscles are well developed," thought Pete as he felt her squeeze him inside her. "It's a good thing we're in the missionary position 'cause I'm gonna fuck you like I'm on a mission," Pete said as he ploughed into Rebecca. Her pussy felt every bit as tight as it looked. Pete could feel his thick cock working its way into her and stretching her wider than he believed she had ever been stretched. Rebecca loosed a short yelp everytime Pete thrust deeper and deeper inside her. "Uuuugh, that's a thick friggin' prick! Mmmmm, fill me up and fuck me raw, bitch," Rebecca answered through gritted teeth. Pete could tell she had forgotten the extent of his girth. He had difficulty penetrating her tight hole with the full length of his cock. Pete cupped his step-sister's face in one hand and licked her cheek before he decided to do to her what Katrina had demanded of him when they had fucked for their first time. Pete reared up and plunged his cock all the way into Rebecca's pussy with a hard jabbing thrust. "OOOH!" roared Rebecca as she tensed holding her breasts firmly. The strap on she and Samantha habitually used was only a little more than three fifths her step-brother's girth. Once she adjusted to him, she rocked back and forth pulling him into her, synchronizing her movement with his thrusting. Pete drove into his step-sister nuzzling the nape of her neck, imbibing the scent of her lilac perfume. After a while he needed air and drew up holding Rebecca's legs in his hands. His pumping made her firm breasts bounce up and down. The bouncing had a hypnotizing effect on Pete. He laid down behind her in a spooning position so he could fuck her and play with her tits. Rebecca threw her arm around the back of his shoulders and reached around his midsection with her flexible leg. She looked at Pete and slowly licked her four fingers before bringing them to her clit. Pete took it as a sign. He began fucking her wet twat with sharp hard thrusts. She curled her lip and shut her eyes. Rebecca shot out, “Oh yeah, just like that. Mmmm, keep pounding me. Harder, bitch, HARDER!” Pete was not a terribly vocal lover, but the exertion made him holler and pant as he slammed his dick inside his step-sister’s sopping snatch. Rebecca tensed up, winced, and came. First came the look of anguish, then pleasure, then rapture as her orgasm churned and swished through her. The sound of, “Oh God, I’m cumming. Fuck-fuck-FUCK YEAH BITCH!” drove Pete over the edge. Just as Rebecca’s orgasm subsided Pete's erupted. It was completely involuntary, but as he exploded inside her he yelled out, "OH GOD, I LOVE YOU 'BECCA!" and then collapsed, exhausted. Her face flushed and smiling, Rebecca slowly sat up. She removed the condom from her step-brother’s spent cock and made her way to the bathroom. She returned with a damp facecloth and washed his cock off. The facecloth had returned Pete's dick back to its hardened state. Rebecca looked at him with her signature cocky grin and asked, "Are you good for another go little brother? 'Cause I got another confession. I'm a bit of an anal queen. You think you'd like fucking me up the butt?" When she saw his excited nod she giggled and tickled him. "Yeah, of course I'm up for more. Actually, if you wash up for me down there I'll even go down on you and give you a rim job." Rebecca's jaw dropped. "Really?" She asked looking startled and thrilled. She did not give Pete a chance to answer as she sped off back towards the bathroom. Pete watched licking his lips as her buttocks bounced and swayed as she skipped up the steps. Though he was drunk when he reamed his girlfriend, he knew he enjoyed it immensely. Just thinking about the kinkiness of sticking his tongue in his step-sister's ass made his cock ache in anticipation. He Came, He Saw Ch. 06 Within moments Rebecca skipped back to her bed and pounced on Pete initiating more kissing, giggling, and petting. "So this the Rebecca I've never known all these years?" Pete asked rhetorically. Rebecca simply looked at him with her patented cocky grin. Only now it had a twinkle. They both giggled in each other's arms. Then Rebecca stood up, slowly walked over to the love seat , bending over it with her ass perked up, her legs spread, and her head turned towards Pete. "You mentioned something about a rim job?" she said. Facing the bay window, Pete stood next to her rubbing his hands over her firm butt cheeks, separating and spanking them lightly. He would routinely dip his fingers down the crack of her ass, over her little hole, and trace them around her vulva as if to show his step-sister's ass and pussy off to the window. He gave one last friendly smack to her ass cheek before dropping to his knees before her anus. With his thumb lightly tugging at Rebecca's anus and his fingers deep inside her wet snatch, Pete dove in and gave her little hole a long sloppy lick. It soon became apparent to Pete that Rebecca's anus had already been stretched open before. He could picture Samantha butt-fucking his step-sister with a strap-on dildo in his mind's eye. He grabbed and smacked her cheeks while flicking his tongue up and down over the surface of her anus and taint. "Oh that feels sooo nice," chimed in Rebecca breathlessly. Pete had no trouble driving not one, but two fingers into her ass as he gave her buttocks a hickey. He could feel his precum oozing and dripping to the floor. "Oh that feels nicer. Yeah, kiss my ass, motherfucker," Rebecca said laughingly. The sensation of being fingered up her ass made Rebecca swivel it around in a slow circle. She could feel her sphincter loosen and her pussy moisten. With her step-brother's fingers in her ass she reached down to stick two of her own fingers in her cunt. She enjoyed a small orgasmic spasm when Pete replaced his fingers with his tongue and began moaning into her ass vibrating it as he vigorously smacked her ass cheeks. "Okay, I need a good hard ass fucking now," Rebecca demanded as she turned around to lift Pete up by the chin and bring him to her lips for a long kiss. She made him recline on the loveseat while she fetched a small bottle of lubricant. After applying lube to his tool and her ass she straddled him, guiding his cock towards her asshole with one hand while the other clenched his shoulder. She slowly lowered herself on the meaty piece of dick holding it's base for safety, managing to get halfway down the shaft. Pete suckled on her breasts, one arm wrapped around her waist while the other played with her pussy. "Your big cock feels so fucking good. Fuck do I love it up my hot ass! That's it, keep playing with my wet pussy," huffed Rebecca. Her bouncing quickened and she let go of Pete's dick now taking three quarters of it up her slippery bunghole. Pete was quickly growing to love anal sex as he relished the sensation of his step-sister's tight hole enveloping his cock. No sooner than they had entered a groove did Rebecca dismount from her position and help her step-brother up from his seat. She pinned him against the wall, kissing him before turning around and bending over. Pete immediately grabbed her waist, forcefully drawing her tushy towards his pelvis. Rebecca's lips curled in a snarl that swiftly transformed into a devilish grin with her tongue pushed through her teeth as she skewered herself onto his pole. "Ouah!," she yelped giddily as she slammed into him, pounding him against the wall. Everytime Rebecca leaned forward Pete thrust into her only to be slammed back into the wall. Thrust-Slam! Thrust-Slam! It almost became a competition to see who could fuck the other harder. The contest caused a painting to fall to the floor. Pete decided to up the ante and smack Rebecca's ass everytime he thrust into her. "Yeah yeah yeah, just like that, keep ramin' me" Rebecca moaned. She lifted herself up and grabbed Pete by the back of the head demanding he grab her tits while she played with her pussy. Pete knew his step-sister was on the verge of cumming so he mustered what energy he had left and banged into her ass as fast and as hard as he could. Feeling her step-brother ejaculate in her ass pushed Rebecca over the edge. Her toes curled and her body shuddered. Pete felt her pussy drench his balls as the last drops of his cum dribbled inside her rectum. Rebecca's body went limp and she just hang there silently before slowly turning to face Pete and kiss him. They made their way to the shower to clean up before they went to bed. Once under the covers, neither sibling spoke much, but lay there cuddled in each other's arms, listening to the wind outside the window. When Pete awoke the next morning he found the dorm room empty. There was a note from Rebecca on the fridge explaining how she had an early morning practice and training session with her coach and would unfortunately be gone most of the morning. The note told Pete to make himself at home and that she would return as soon as possible. Pete didn't bother dressing as he made coffee and breakfast. He enjoyed his breakfast while watching saturday morning cartoons still in the buff. He nearly spit up some coffee when he looked over at the wall where Rebecca had pinned him during the anal sex of the night before. A large sweat stain covered the area Pete's back and buttocks had been slammed into the wall. Bored, Pete's curiosity got the better of him. He made his way over to Samantha's side of the bedroom to snoop around her underwear drawer. He couldn't shake the memory of his step-mother's panties she had forced him to put over his head. He found a red ruffled thong and decided he would surprise Rebecca by greeting her while jerking off wearing her girlfriend's panties. It was the kind of stunt he figured would shock and delight her. As he made his way back to the kitchen to return the dishes he heard keys jingling in the keyhole of the dorm room door. He turned towards the door and began jerking off, wanting to surprise Rebecca as she walked back in. He turned pale white when not Rebecca, but Samantha walked in greeting him first with a surprised look on her face that quickly changed to a wicked grin. "Come into my parlour said the spider to the fly," Samantha said as she dropped her bag and shut the door behind her laughing a mischievous laugh, licking her lips and rubbing her hands together. He Came, He Saw Ch. 07 Pete knew he was in trouble. Though he really did not know Samantha all that well, what he did know of her left no doubt being caught jerking off in her panties would entail some kind of punishment. His past indiscretion against her brought on a stormy night visit filled with humiliation, spanking, and a thrashing hand job. He knew enough of her to know she was capable of just about anything. "I - I - I'm so sorry Samantha. I thought you were..." "Rebecca?" Samantha interrupted him. "Looking at you now I can only assume you two have made up and made out, am I right?" she asked with a cheshire grin as she watched Pete fumble taking off her underwear. "Um, y-yes, please, I really am sorry for this," Pete replied blushing heavily, covering himself, and unsure whether to hand Samantha back her underwear or return it to the drawer he snatched it from. Samantha grabbed her panties and returned them to the drawer herself. Pete just stood there anxious and naked wondering what she was going to do to him. There was a sudden coolness to her demeanor and yet that grin lie beneath the surface leading Pete to imagine some wicked concoction brewing in her head. She asked him to dress if he liked, but to have a seat in the small lounge area of the dorm room. Pete scrambled to put on his blue boxer briefs, sat on the love seat sweating in anticipation, and stared blankly at the saturday morning cartoons on the television. Samantha sauntered over joining Pete, as ever the curvaceous sexy beast he thought her to be. He still marvelled at how much she resembled Tiffany Amber Thiesen. "Uncanny!" he thought to himself. Her black bob style haircut had grown a little longer and now had a few red streaks in it. Otherwise, she hadn't changed much since he saw her last. He thought her dress very cosmopolitan consisting of a black blouse, red scarf, wool skirt, and knee high black leather boots. Her baby powder and roses smelling perfume helped settle Pete's nerves a little, but not nearly as much as her hand gently stroking his thigh, her head propped up on her elbow, and a sudden warmness to her demeanor. "Aren't situations best when they're win - win, Pete?" Samantha asked in a soft voice. Pete hesitated a nod, still ill at ease, feeling like he was in some kind of lion's den. "I want to proposition you," Samantha continued, her hand crawling further up his thigh. "You see, ever since that day you walked in on Rebecca and myself and we had our little exchange we've been talking about you. Rebecca felt like she needed to have a personal one-on-one confessional with you and, believe it or not, I was the one who suggested she ask you to make her the woman she felt she needed to be. She no doubt told you we're both bisexual. We also both find you terribly cute, not to mention well endowed," she said with a mischievous giggle bringing her hand up to within inches of Pete's hard on. "I know you have a girlfriend, Katrina, and from what I've heard of her I think you ought to feel very lucky to be with her. However," Samantha interposed herself, shifting in her seat, and coquettishly staring up towards the ceiling, "here's the always sticky - ethical part of the deal, if you'd like to be our little boy toy, you know, a little swingin' something on the side for kicks, a secret tryst maybe, hmmm? Rebecca and I have just been talking about adding a little spice to the bedroom and your name always seems to surface. At first as a joke, but then ever more seriously," Samantha continued staring Pete in the eye, her hand now firmly grasping his cock. Pete started to form an answer, but Samantha cut him short. "You needn't worry about saying no. There will be no hard feelings. The option is yours," she reassured him. "A boy toy?" Pete asked not ready to say yes, unsure about what he might be getting himself into, and removing Samantha's hand from his penis. "Hold the phone! Didn't you put my step-mom's panties on my head and make sure the picture of my girlfriend was staring back at me that night to teach me a lesson about taking responsibility for my actions. A responsibility that I have towards others that care for me and that I care for, showing me that my actions are never really wholly my own and have unforeseen consequences that can never be predicted?" Pete asked now confused. Samantha did not respond right away. "Oh gosh no, I was just fucking with your head. Though I must say that's a very mature conclusion, I'm impressed. Like I said, there's always an ethical side to these sorts of affairs. Remember, this is a proposition for physical love and not romantic love. I'm sure you understand the difference between the two. So do you wanna be our little boy toy or what?" she asked with her eyebrows raised and her nose in the air. Pete thought he understood the difference between physical and romantic love. He understood what he and his step-sister experienced the night before extended beyond mere physical love. He had undoubtedly found himself in a sticky situation. His brain told him to decline, but his hormones screamed to go for it. He knew he would never have another opportunity like the one being offered. He knew it was doing wrong by Katrina, but right by Rebecca. "Well? I'm waiting," Samantha reminded him. "Are you in?" "Fuck yes!" growled Pete lunging in at her ample bosom, but Samantha pushed him away. "Oh no, don't think I've forgotten about your punishment," chided Samantha. "Mens rea, that's Latin for criminal intent and is meant to measure blame. Actus reus is Latin for the physical component of the crime. Together they form the indictable offence I'm charging you with." "Mea culpa," Pete replied with a smirk and shrug of his shoulders. "Clever boy, now get down on your hands and knees and crawl over to my bed. I will be acting as your judge, jury, and executioner." Pete did as ordered more than willing to play along. As he crawled over to her side of the dorm room Samantha followed behind him, digging her heels in the crack of his ass, pushing him forward. She demanded he stand, remove his underwear, and not move an inch. She removed her own clothing revealing a sheer black mesh bustier with gartered black stockings and black silk bikini style panties. She kept her black leather boots on, but removed the panties by detaching the hip straps. Pete peered at the sublime figure before him. His cock throbbed and ached as his eyes traced Samantha's curves. There again were the large conical breasts, the flaring feminine hips, and the bubble butt he remembered so well. And all of it on the creamiest skin he'd ever seen. There too was the "V" of pubic hair pointing down to pouty pussy lips and a pierced clitoris. He had forgotten about the phoenix tattoo below her navel and the rose on the small of her back. He licked his lips watching her fetch something from a drawer. She took out a pair of black satin gloves that made there way up to her elbows. Pete began stroking himself and told Samantha she looked delicious. Samantha turned on her heels, furious. "How dare you speak without permission!" she chastised him. "We'll fix that right away," she continued and made her way to the bathroom. She returned holding a pair of white cotton panties in her hands. Sniffing the panties she confirmed they were Rebecca's. "Now open wide," Samantha commanded, gagging Pete with his step-sister's underwear. She picked up the pair of black bikinis she had just removed and stuffed them in Pete's mouth as well. Samantha chuckled as she looked onto Pete with his cheeks puffed up full of panties and eyes wide open. She immediately corrected her break of character scolding her captive saying how naughty boys like him ought to be seen and not heard. Samantha then rummaged through her bottom drawer and pulled out a ping pong paddle. She slapped her gloved hand with the paddle and nodded, mischief on her face. Pete instantly understood what was coming to him and gave her a look of playful dread. Samantha sat on her bed gesturing Pete to assume the position over her lap. With his head hung, Pete bent himself over his captor's lap making sure to stick his butt up in the air. He deliberately slipped his penis in between her thighs. He knew it was going to sting, but he wanted to get kinky and play the game as much as he wanted to please Samantha. His rock hard erection leaking precum did nothing to betray the sentiment. Before Samantha began administering the punishment she paused and gently rubbed Pete's ass cheeks pronouncing, "You are my captive and I your captor. It is my duty to deliver your punishment. There will be three punishments in store for your sorry ass this morning since, I believe, you committed three separate crimes. I will not tell you what three punishments lie in store for you though I can see you've obviously figured out what the first will be. As for the crimes themselves you're first charged with the invasion my personnel property. Secondly, you're charged with the theft from the personnel property you invaded, namely, my panties. Finally, the last transgression you're charged with this morning has to do with violating the panties you defiled as you masturbated in them. Also, it should be noted, you took my red ruffles. Nobody touches my red ruffles - NOBODY!" Samantha yelled with austere severity as she gave Pete his first wallop. Pete jerked forward from the pain, his cry muffled by the panties, his cock thrusting between Samantha's thighs. "Daaaaamn!" He shouted in his head with the sheets clutched in his hands. The sound of rubber slapping flesh reverberated throughout the room. Pete's ass began glowing red and his body began to sweat. His captor ceaselessly scolded what a bad bad boy he was. Once in a while Samantha would gently rub his buttocks with her satin gloves relieving him of the agony only to continue smacking him harder than before. Several minutes into the punishment he perked his ass up even higher in the air as if to ask for more. Samantha looked over at her captive to see him looking back with defiance in his eyes. She resumed her ministrations with renewed fervour, beating Pete's bottom mercilessly. Deciding it was time to take the punishment up a notch, Samantha grabbed Pete's nutsack from between his legs, tugging it, making his balls balloon in her hand. Now every time Pete lunged forward his balls stretched abnormally causing him to wince and whimper. Pete knew he had had enough. "O.k., she's got the bull by the horns, don't she?" he thought to himself. He shook his head and tapped the mattress trying to yell through the panties and make his captor stop. Samantha ceased her spanking and released his scrotum. Pulling the soggy underwear from Pete's mouth Samantha simply asked, "Enough?" Pete slowly nodded, panting, wiping the sweat from his brow, and rubbing his swollen ass. She tossed his hand out of the way and gave him four final and brutal butt-busting blows. Without the panty gag Pete hollered out loud. The television had never been shut off and as Pete stood he heard a mutant turtle exclaim, "Cowabunga Dude!" "Well that's too bad because that was only part one. I'll teach you to cross me yet you naughty little bastard. Now lie on your back and believe me, part two will make you wish you had never found my red ruffles," Samantha scorned. Pete did as ordered, but had difficulty lying there on his backside with his ass so terribly red and sore. Samantha rummaged through her bottom drawer once again only now she turned around holding what looked like a leather collar and a pair of leather handcuffs. "What the hell are these two into?" Pete wondered to himself. "Scooch down a little so I can tie you up to the bedpost nice and tight," Samantha ordered. She made sure Pete was well positioned and handcuffed his outstretched arms to her bedpost. After making sure the binding was tight and secure she collared her captive and tied his leash to the handcuffs without an inch of slack. Pete felt as though he were on some sort of medieval rack. He tried to block the thought from his mind by staring at a Georgia O'Keefe painting by Samantha's bed when all of a sudden everything went dark. Pete couldn't breathe. He couldn't see or hear anything either. His struggle for air ended when Samantha lifted her crotch and streaks of sunlight from the bay window above her bed illuminated her damp pussy and butt crack. Trying to catch his breath, pussy permeated everything. The smell of it filled his nostrils. The taste of it glazed his lips. He thought he heard his captor cackle when stultifying darkness fell again. Her juicy thighs constricted around his head blocking all sight, sound, and air. When Samantha lifted nearly a whole minute later Pete laboured a, "What the fuck are you doing to me?" To which Samantha simply replied, "I'm smothering you, you silly twit!" Samantha loosed her breasts from the bustier's cups. Tweaking her nipples, she began gyrating her hips, grinding her crotch onto Pete's face. Looking down between her legs after she lifted herself she saw Pete gasping for air, his entire muzzle covered in pussy juice, and a sloppy smile forming on his face. "More!" he forced, sticking his tongue out. Samantha promptly lowered herself smothering her captive once again. She bent forwards just enough to grab the base of Pete's throbbing erection and slap his cock around as her hips bobbled over his face. Her breathing quickened and her pulse raced as she felt his tongue squirm beneath. "The apnea is a small price to pay! I can't believe the silly twat thinks this is worse than the spanking. And what a wet twat it is! She's leaking juice like fruit in a juice maker," Pete thought to himself. With his face now as red as his butt, Pete kept trying to lift his head and mouth into Samantha's smothering snatch. His efforts proved needless as she grabbed her captive's collar with one hand and reached around to grab the back of his head with the other. She spread her thighs, dropping her weight over Pete's face a little more, and pulled his head into her crotch as hard as she could. Samantha could feel an orgasm building. Both the physical stimulation and the idea of dominating a young man played their parts in her swelling elation. She yelled out with her head tossed back, her voice almost gurgling as she rode Pete's face at a frantic pace. When it became too much she lurched forward and bent over with her head by her captive's stomach. Slowly, she looked back to see a reddened face looking back at her, drenched in her ejaculate, and a grin that read, "I win!" "That was nothing," Samantha muttered as she made her way back to the drawer. She turned around with another pair of leather cuffs held together with a much longer chain and what looked to Pete like a small bottle. Pete suddenly heard a hapless cat on the television exclaim, "Sufferin' succotash!" "Bring it on!" Pete taunted. He was sure Samantha was reserving whatever she had in mind for her grand finale. His act of bravado was meant to show not only defiance, but to make sure she would not hold back. He wanted it. The spanking, the smothering, the unknown punishment, the anticipation, the kink; Pete wanted to be dominated by Samantha. He had found a part of himself that enjoyed the friction of competing gender roles. He felt as though Samantha had brought him to the precipice of socially constructed tectonic plates - one female, one male. An earthquake of sexual tension threatened to tremor as he succumbed to her. As much as he enjoyed the privileges of a patriarchal status quo he found he also liked being used by the other sex. Used as a toy. Used by the sexiest women he had ever met. Samantha slung the long chained leather cuffs around the two outermost bars of her bedpost. Pete forgot about worrying as her breasts swung above his head. He snapped out of his daze when he felt his leg being lifted and his ankle cuffed. He quickly found himself with both feet spread apart and bound high above his head and his red ass exposed to the ceiling. "What? This old trick! I've done this a thousand times. You don't scare mmmm...." Pete tried to provoke, but was once again muted by the panties. "Shhh, I'm about to simultaneously take you to heaven and hell," Samantha said with the cheshire grin blazing like fire in her clear blue eyes. She shoved pillows underneath her captive's head until his chin tucked in touching his chest. "This is called milking the prostate. A Greek sailor I met in Athens taught me this. You'll cum like a God!" exclaimed Samantha, the devil dancing across her lips. With her left glove removed she dabbed lubricant on her index finger and gently coated Pete's asshole with it. The lubricant glistened in the morning sun. Another dab and Pete felt his captor dip her finger down where he thought the sun was never supposed to shine. In any other circumstance Pete would have resolutely refused entry to his backdoor, but it wasn't like he had much choice. After all, he had surrendered himself to Samantha, to the kink, to the..."Oh my God," was all Pete could think anymore. Slowly, but surely he could feel Samantha coax his prostate. At the same time she had begun giving him a blow job. There was no doubt; the pressure was building and building and building. Being bound and gagged lost all relevance. All Pete could feel was an unbelievable orgasm rumbling like thunder in his loins and about to crack. It was as if all his body's energy was being drained into his cock and balls. Samantha added to the blissful agony by deliberately giving him a very slow blow job. Every lick, slurp, and moan seemed to take forever. With his balls in her mouth and a good hard tug he knew as well as she that the time had come. Pete groaned and strained his neck as far back as his position allowed. At that moment Samantha perched herself directly above him. "Mmm, cum a big load for mommy," she purred. Pete snapped forward, startled by the remark, and saw what was coming. His captor had his cock pointing directly at his own face. Rope after rope of his own hot cum sprayed Pete in the face. Samantha had delivered on her promise. He felt like he was in both heaven and hell. He shut his eyes and pursed his lips reeling and squirming from the inevitable. He felt a long string hit him directly between the eyes. Another splattered across his cheek and lips. A good sized gob landed in his hair. Every cum shot exploded with a feeling of ecstasy and humiliation until he was completely spent. Once again the television chimed in on his escaping consciousness. This time a dimwitted starfish and his square-pantsed friend were laughing hysterically. Pete couldn't help imagine the duo were laughing at him. The shame brought him back to his senses. As he opened his eyes he saw Samantha raise her head slowly from between his legs and settle her cheek on his crotch. "I think you've paid your debt to my underwear drawer. What do you think, Petey?" Samantha asked, eager to see her captive's reaction. Pete just lie there, motionless, with a look of utter dejection. Samantha leaned in and removed the panties from his mouth. With her hand just inches from his mouth Pete gnashed his teeth and feigned a bite. Samantha jerked back in playful shock, looking as nervous as she did excited. "Untie me," mumbled Pete in a fatigued voice. With his neck and limbs unfastened Pete sat up, cum and pussy juice dripping from his face. Without saying a word, he made his way to the shower. A pouting Samantha appeared in the doorway with her head down and her eyes up. "Too much?" she asked. Before entering the shower he grabbed her by the side of the head and rubbed his messy face over hers. "Not enough!" was his only response. Now as messy as him, she gave the same look of playful shock and nervous excitement as before. He Came, He Saw Ch. 07 Pete and Samantha quickly showered together and towelled each other off. Samantha held Pete's hands in hers and asked, "So you're cool with the whole boy toy proposition?" Pete simply nodded. "And you and I are cool with each other now. I didn't go too far back there?" Pete answered by pulling Samantha to him and kissing her. He now understood more than ever the difference between physical and romantic love. Kissing Samantha was purely physical. As delightful as her lips were they lacked the chemistry he felt when kissing Rebecca or especially Katrina. As the two stepped out of the bathroom, Samantha wearing her bathrobe and Pete wearing Rebecca's for lack of his own, Samantha stopped dead in her tracks and put her hand up to Pete's chest. Following her gaze his eyes fell on a surprised looking Rebecca as she made her way through the front door.