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Three's A Crowd Ch. 01

By: Salteena



Chapter 1

"We are gathered here in the sight of God, and in the presence of friends to celebrate one of life's greatest relationships…"

I shut out the drone of the Pastor's voice and stare morosely down the length of the aisle at Mel's slender form. Oh Man! She looks so beautiful in that simple, long white wedding dress. And so innocently virginal too!

"Well, this is it Joel! I never thought she'd really go through with it!" Daniel Connor Delaney, my partner in crime whispered breathlessly in my ear, "Jesus H, Joel! Mel's really gonna do it!"

Danny and I are sat in the back row of pews, well away from all the other guests, but the acoustics in this place are incredible. "Bit late to pull out now, Dickhead!" I hiss back. "Now shut up, or my Mom will come back here and kill us both!" I feel transiently guilty at blaspheming in church, but if they knew the truth about me, I'd be kicked out anyway.

I am as miserable as hell. I don't want my sister to marry. I don't want to watch it happen. I didn't want to be an usher, but Mom and Dad threatened to boil me in oil and then flay me alive if I didn't do it. I must get to Danny's computer and look up what 'flay' is in Encarta. It must be something really, extra-painful the way they said it, and they sounded as though they really meant every word. 

I…want… out… of… here!

"As we join together Norman and Melissa in this marriage, let us search our hearts for the wisdom of this covenant, which has from ancient times…"

"But getting married to a dip-shit like Norm Franklin. Hell! He must be at least ten years older than you are! An' I swear he must shit religion and well as eat and drink it!"

"Aw, give it a rest, Danny. It's happening! And we can't do diddly-squat about it!"

Damn! I thought there is no such thing as arranged marriages in this country, but this one has that fishy smell about it. Norm Franklin is in the same bible study group as Mom and Dad. Our family has sat with him and his parents and brothers every Saturday for the hour of worship for the last eighteen months. And Norm's dad is one of the richest farmers in the area. Surprise! Surprise!

My parents are so straight-laced it isn't funny; it is part-and-parcel of being Seventh Day Adventists. Plus, my mother and father do it in spades. Our family is Vegan, not just ordinary vegetarian; Dad will not even have animals on the smallholding where he grows organic vegetables to send to the market in town. No TV or computers in the house, rock and roll is the devil's music and the radio only goes on for the news and the weather forecast, and then only when Mom or Dad is in the room. Definitely no going to movies! Fasting and only doing religious works on the Sabbath…the whole nine yards! Dad is an elder in the church and Mom is a big organiser among the women. We don't even own a proper car! All we have a battered old pickup for working around the property and going to the store.

"Yeah, but I'll never come to terms with Mel getting hitched to a prick like him."

"Money, money, money? Maybe he's got a big dick, or something like that, that she finds irresistible…"

"She's never even seen his dick, remember? He wants to save himself for his wedding night…a twenty-nine-year-old virgin for crissakes! 

"Into this holy estate these two people come now to be joined together. If any of you can show just cause why they may not be lawfully married, speak now or forever hold your peace!" 

Danny digs me in the ribs again, "Now's our chance, Joel! Are we going to blow this thing apart?"

We definitely could…

It was early summer and the water in the swimming hole was still icy cold. Danny and I were not as tough as my sister was. My equipment was so shrivelled; I was worried I would need a magnifying glass to find it again. We got out in a hurry and were sitting shivering on the grass drying off when Mel climbed out onto the bank. Jesus H Christ on a bicycle! (Sorry God!) Her nipples stuck out through the bra of her black, one-piece bathing suit so hard, I thought they were going to pop right through!

"What're you staring at, pervert?" she demanded.

Staring goggle-eyed at Mel's chest, I think I blurted out something like, "Aaarghumelhumph!" and looked across at Danny for guidance. But Danny was staring at Mel's chest as well, and his jaw was hanging open so wide he was in danger of catching flies.

Danny is my lifeline to the real world. I guess I am allowed to associate with him socially on the basis that I am to try and convert him to the Faith. I have even got over him continually calling us Seventh Day Adventurers. But Mel is a different matter. She is not allowed to associate with boys, not even good clean Adventists, just like I'm not allowed girlfriends. She and I are supposed to swim together with nobody else tagging along. I am deemed 'safe' because I am her brother. So, my parents would have had a dickey-fit if they had known Danny was often there with us! 

Danny's father owns the local general store, and their family is the only non-Adventist family for miles around in our, 'island of true faith in a sea of heresy'. Of necessity, Danny and his two younger sisters go to our local Adventist school, which caters for all ages from Primary right through to University Entrance. The alternative for them is a two-hour bus trip to the nearest town. The same constraint applies to worship. Their family comes to our church on the Sabbath, but they just sit at the back and join in the hymns and prayers without participating any further. Danny says that his parents have the personal and somewhat un-Catholic view that the community of God is just as important as where you worship. One Sunday a month, they make the long trip into town to go to their own church. I asked my parents if I could go with them once and got gated for a week.

Even when we were little tots, Mel and I were officially not allowed to 'see' each other…no sharing a bath for us two like normal kids! But, the same as all children are, we were curious and we used to sneak quick peeks at each other's 'interesting bits' from time to time. Mel thought it hellava funny whenever I got a stiffie, but I thought her flat chest and hairless little slit kind of dumb. And uninteresting! 

For reasons that became obvious later, but were totally inexplicable to me at the time, Mel suddenly shied away from these secretive 'I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours' meetings. Then one evening, while our parents were downstairs, reading the Bible as usual, Mel called me into her room and showed me her just-forming titties. 

I will never forget how enthralled I was by their rounded curves, their soft-pink tips, the tiny, fine hairs around her aureoles, and the faint tracery of veins just beneath the surface of her skin. She stuck her chest out so proudly, and let me closely examine every inch, but slapped my hand away when I tried to touch. I went back to my room and jacked off furiously until my dick got sore, while I pictured myself touching those magical mounds and doing all sorts of other un-brotherly, un-Adventist things to her gorgeously developing little body.

Then a couple of weeks later I surprised her naked in the bathroom, drying off after taking a shower. I withdrew, red-faced and stuttering my apologies for the intrusion, while Mel just stood and watched me go. The new patch of dark hair at the fork of her thighs suddenly made her 'uninteresting' lower female equipment very interesting indeed!

In keeping with Adventist teachings, Mel dressed modestly. Even her swimming costume had a skirt on it so that men would get over-excited by seeing the vee of black material at the fork of her thighs! Despite this, maybe because of it, Mel became a sex fantasy of mine. Every glimpse of cleavage or leg above the knee, or hint of Mel's nubile form through the material of her clothing, became an excuse to head to my room and 'beat the meat'. Until Mom caught me out one day and then there was all hell to pay. Masturbating is, of course, a sin.

"I can't help it if they're sticking out!" Mel grumbled defensively. "The water's very cold!"

But she made no effort to hide the objects of our astonishment.

I felt a hot stirring between my legs and heard myself saying, "We could warm them up for you, me and Danny."

"And how do you think you could manage that then?"

"Well, if you pulled your top down, we could rub them for you with a towel, or…" Then out came one of my fantasies! "Or we could take one each in our mouths and warm them that way."

"In your dreams, little man!"

Now, seeing as I was nearly two years older than Mel and quite a bit larger, the 'little man' taunting was like a red rag to a bull. I made a grab for her ankle, but she giggled and skipped aside. I went for the other leg, and she jumped away again. But this time she tripped over an old tree root and tumbled spread-eagled onto her back.

I was on her in a flash, laughing wildly. "Now we'll see who's a 'little man'!" I cried. And then I grabbed hold of her shoulder straps and wrenched her costume down to her waist.

Jeeps! Mel's breasts sure had changed in the intervening four years or so since I last saw them! They were fuller and rounder. And her aureoles were dark brown-pink, as large as silver dollars. I gaped at them in sheer admiration for a few seconds, and then I lunged and enclosed one hard teat in my warm, wet mouth.

"Stoppit, Joel!" she yelped. Then: "Daniel! What do you think you are doing? Stoppit! Get off me! Stop please! Oh stop! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhh! Oh, please…"

Mel's protests got weaker and fainter. The rubbery little nubbin in my mouth softened and swelled to a different kind of hardness. Her chest heaved with shuddering gasps.

Her whole aureole became engorged under the influence of my swirling, lapping tongue. 

"Oh Joel…Danny! That's so…!" 

I felt her hand start to stroke my hair. It felt so nice. I assumed she was doing the same to Daniel. Mel clearly loved having her nipples sucked! Then she banged our heads together, hard, and in the ensuing protests and confusion, scrambled to her feet and took off at a run. Although my head was ringing like a bell, I couldn't help admiring the way my sister's boobs jounced on her chest as she sprinted to safety!

"Jeez! That was hot!" Daniel was rubbing the side of his head ruefully.

I couldn't help noticing that he had a raging erection inside his swim shorts. My own dick felt hard enough to knock down brick walls with.

"Did her nipple swell up in your mouth?" I asked him.

"Shit yes! She was really turning on! And the way she moved her body…you know…down there!"

"I didn't get that…"

"It was as though she was fucking someone…her leg was rubbing against mine."

I couldn't exactly picture the movements Mel would make when 'fucking someone', but it sounded very exciting. "Lucky bastard!" I moaned, grabbing my dick. I couldn't help myself. Without caring what Danny might think, I pulled my tool out of my shorts and started jacking off furiously. Within a few seconds, he was doing the same. I didn't look at him beating his meat. And I don't know, or care, if he watched me. My mind was just too full of the memory of Mel's tit getting erect in my mouth, and I didn't give a shit about anything else. 

Daniel's shaky groan eventually told me that he'd shot his load all over the grass between his legs. I followed suit a few moments later. I guess it was then that we started to feel guilty and furtive about what we'd just done together. After all, neither of us aspired to be gay.

Mel said hardly anything to me all that evening, but when she announced she was going to bed, she walked behind our parents at the table where they were sitting doing farm accounts. When she was sure they couldn't see her, Mel blew me a 'kiss' and gave me a faggy, limp-wristed wave. I gave her five minutes, so as not to be too obvious to my parents, then I took off after her.

She was in her room undressing. She had got down to just her bra and skirt. I moved up close to her, catching the sharp mint smell of her toothpaste. With my eyes devouring her delicious boobs inside their plain white cotton prisons, I hissed, "What did you mean by that?"

Mel looked at me, all blue-eyed innocence, "What do you mean 'What did you mean by that', Joel?"

"The goddamn limp wrist and the 'kiss'!"

"Don't swear like that, Joel! You'll get into a heap of trouble if Mom and Dad hear you!"

"Stop messing me around, Mel!"

"Oh, the limp wrist? Well you two homos had such a good time after I left…you know, I was so surprised when you didn't do it for each other!"

She called us 'homos'! I felt my face reddening. Oh no! Mel must have sneaked back and watched Daniel and I jacking off. Oh wow! It must have looked real bad, us sitting side by side and rubbing our dicks like that!

"We're not homos!" My voice came out as a high pitched squeak, belying my 'manly' assertion. "We just needed to get rid of…"

"A couple of big fat erections?"

Was attack the best form of defence? I went for the jugular, "And what did my slutty 'Peeping Tomasina' sister get up to while she was watching, then?" I asked, jabbing a finger into the firm flesh at her waist. A sizzling blast shot through me at my contact with her bare skin.

"Nothing at all!" she said, jumping and flushing hotly. "And I am not a slut! I was too amazed to learn that boys did things like that…especially my brother!"

"And I suppose girls don't?"

"Don't what?"

"Masturbate, stupid!"

"I…am…not…stupid!" she growled through clenched teeth, emphasising her words with hard thumps on my chest. "And if you ever want to see my boobs again, you'd better take that back!"

Mel's 'If you ever want to see my boobs again' rang loud in my ears! My cock leapt to attention. 

"Oh…sorry, Mel! I didn't mean it like that! No, you're not at all stupid. In fact, you're one of the smartest chicks I know!"

"That's it, Joel, grovel…I like it. So you do want to see my boobs again?"

"Ohhhh, yes!"

"Well, no touching! Promise?"

"I promise!"

Mel turned her back to me and let me see her un-snap her bra hooks. Then she shrugged the straps off her shoulders and let the material fall to the floor. When she turned around, she had her palms hiding her nipples, but I could admire everything else.

"Nice?" she asked.

"Very nice!" I breathed. "And, you have a lovely back too!"

She smiled her acknowledgement at the sincerity of my compliment and took her hands away to let me see her in all her glory. "Nicer?" she asked.

My voice shook. "Amazing…beautiful!" 

Mel looked very pleased with herself. "Thank you. You may go now."

I took one long last lust filled look at her breasts and turned to leave. When I reached the doorway, Mel asked me, "Will you masturbate?"

I nodded my head, "Probably…how about you?"

She smiled archly, "I might…"

"I'll think about you…masturbating."

My sister's hand rose and she started caressing one ripe nipple. It swelled erect beneath her fingers.

"And I'll be thinking about you…masturbating. Goodnight, Joel, have fun."

"You too…goodnight."

"'Night…"

"Night…"

I closed Mel's door behind me and headed for my room. Then on a sudden impulse I turned and opened her door again. She had her back to me and was stepping out of her skirt and panties that she had taken off in one swoop. I had never seen anything as magical: her long, smooth back, the dark tuft of hairy bush peeking below the deep cleft curves of her rounded buttocks, and the full dangling cone of one pink-tipped breast, glimpsed beneath her armpit. She took my breath away.

"Get out of here, Joel," Mel said without looking at me. But she didn't sound too displeased that I had come back.

"Please, God! Don't let Mom come to say good night tonight!" I prayed as I dived under my bedcovers and clasped hold of my hot shaft.

Three's A Crowd Ch. 02



The next day was fine and warm, and Danny and I went down to the swimming hole again; only we were both too chicken to get in the water. We just sat in the sun and talked desultorily about this and that. Neither of us mentioned yesterday with Mel, or us jacking off together. And I wasn't about to say anything about the later episode in her room either! The next thing we knew, Her Ladyship herself appeared, shucked off her track pants and top without a word of greeting, and dived cleanly into the icy pool.

And, just like the day before, when she got out, her nipples stuck out like big pencil erasers. She stood over us with her feet planted apart, towelling herself off. Both Danny and I took sneaky peeps up the smooth columns of her taut legs in an attempt to see her crotch, but neither of us trusted ourselves to look at her directly. It was fascinating the way the water dripped to the grass from the gusset of her swimsuit as the fabric drained itself of moisture.

"So, aren't you fine gentlemen going to warm my nipples up for me today?"

We shot startled looks towards Mel's face to see if she was serious. But neither of us got that far, because my sister had slipped the top half of her bathing costume right down, exposing her hard-tipped breasts to the open air.

I gasped with the force of my sudden erection. "Oh c-c-cripes, Mel!" I stuttered. "Come down here!"

She dropped her towel between us, and Danny and I stretched it out flat for her. With a wondrous gracefulness, Mel joined us and stretched out on her back. Then she reached out, placed her hands on the backs of our necks, and guided our mouths to where she wanted them to go.

"Ooooh yessss!" she sighed as our warmth enclosed her hard points. "That is soooo wonderful!"

Danny and I suckled on Mel's nipples for ten minutes and more. She gasped and sighed and thrust he chest up to us in turn to take even more of her breasts into our mouths. She stroked the backs of our necks and ruffled our hair. I tensed at first when she did that, but then realised that there would be no banging our heads together today. 

It took me a while to recognise, from the writhing movements of Mel's lower body, that Danny was doing more than just sucking on her tit. I took a quick look over at him and saw that he had one hand stroking her skin just above her navel and was trying to push her bathing costume down further. It seemed to me that my friend needed some help in this worthy endeavour, and my hand joined his straight away. Mel's warmth and smooth softness flowed through my fingertips, reminding me that this was the first time I had ever touched her so boldly!

Mel let Danny and I stroke her and push the stiff fabric down past her waist to her hips, but then interrupted us, saying, "No please…don't…you mustn't!"

I stopped straight away, but Danny kept on going. He got a hefty slap on the side of his head for his troubles. And then Mel angrily rolled away and ran off just like she did the day before. Nice one Danny Boy! You really screwed that one up for the both of us, buddy! And, just like the day before, Danny and I 'relieved our feelings'. Only this time I took my shorts right off and sat with my legs spread apart, turned towards the clump of bushes where I suspected Mel might be watching from.

That night Mel hardly spoke to me in front of our parents, but she poked her head around my door when I was in bed and whispered, "Thanks for showing me, Joel." I pulled my bedcovers to one side and showed her that I was in the midst of a repeat performance. She flushed and whispered, "I'll be thinking of you too." And then she left.

It rained for the next two days, so nobody went swimming. But even when it fined up, Mel didn't come to the swimming hole for over a week. When she did appear, I wasn't there, because Mom found me some chores to do straight after school. I eventually made it but I got the shock of my life when I arrived. 

I suppose it was the noise of Mel's loud moans that made me stop to spy on them. Danny was sucking on one of her nipples, which was starting to become SOP, but at the same time his hand was right down inside the front of her swimming costume and she was bucking and humping her belly like crazy. The bastard was obviously touching my sister between her legs and she was absolutely creaming herself with pleasure!

Before long, I had my tingling dick in my hand and was rapidly jerking it to a violent spurting while I watched them. At almost the same time, Mel let out a sharp cry and clamped her legs together around Danny's hand. At least my sister and I were cumming together! 

Danny tried to carry on sucking on her tit and rubbing her, but Mel pushed him away. He sat there looking kind of puzzled at what he had done wrong. But, eventually, she smiled at him and was clearly telling him that everything was Ok. As she did so, Mel put her hand on the inside of Danny's knee and stroked his leg. She said something to him and he nodded, looking at her as if he'd been struck by lightning. The next thing I saw was my sister taking hold of Danny's stiff cock through his swimming shorts and jacking him off! He tried to make Mel put her hand inside, but my sister shook her head and refused sharply. Danny got the message and let her do him from the outside. It took less than a minute. The lucky bastard!

I didn't join the pair, electing instead to head off to another part of the river to swim on my own. Mom and Dad banned us from swimming alone, because the river can be so very dangerous, but I didn't give a stuff right then. I was seething with jealousy, but at the same time cognisant of the fact that a chick would not want to do that kind of thing with her brother…would she? I remember thinking morosely that I would have no idea of what they got up to after I left. Probably more of the same…or even full sex! The latter concept almost made me turn back, but then I angrily punched a tree trunk far too hard and had to find some cold water to ease the self-inflicted pain.

I was kind of frosty towards Mel that evening. Eventually, she got me alone and asked me brightly why I hadn't come down to the swimming hole. It seemed to me that she put far too much emphasis on the word 'come'. I answered her with a cold curtness that Mom and given me a heap of jobs to do, and then I had schoolwork.

Mel insisted, "But you still went swimming, didn't you? Your shorts are drying on the line."

I just turned my back on her and steamed away without bothering to answer.



Three's A Crowd Ch. 03



It was three days before Mel and I exchanged more than five consecutive words. Danny got the cold shoulder too. If I wanted to go for a swim, I went to my own private place. Mel wasn't allowed to go off on her own, so there was no swimming for her at all. Yeah, I was acting like a stupid jealous kid, but Mel had attained sex goddess status in my mind and I was pissed as hell that she was getting it on with my best friend.

Mom and Dad went to their usual governance committee meeting at the church after dinner, leaving Mel and I at home on our own. My sister and I still weren't speaking and I headed off to bed as soon as our parents were gone, to get out of her road. I had been sulking in bed in the dark for almost an hour when Mel came to my room. She was wearing her thick home-made cotton pyjamas and lit her way with her flashlight. 

Yes folks, a flashlight! If we had to get up and go to the bathroom in the night, we had to light our way with a torch. We weren't allowed lights in our rooms as these were deemed to encourage sinful activities, like reading in bed. So, you undressed in the dark, or left your door slightly open so that the hallway light bled in, or undressed in the bathroom.

She made me shift and give her room on my narrow bed by sitting on the edge and banging my hip with her butt. I feigned indifference as I moved over, but her pervasive warmth and the pressure of her flank against mine as she lay down on top of the counterpane beside me set every nerve in my body on high alert. Especially the big fat nerve at the base of my belly!

Mel turned her light off and we lay silently in the warm darkness for what seemed like ages. I could hear her gentle breathing and smell the clean shampoo scent of her hair. Oh yes, I wanted to turn and put an arm around her, or something, but I was damned if I was going to make the first move.

Her voice made me jump. "You're angry because you saw Danny and me the other day, aren't you?"

I didn't answer.

"We waited for ages for you, you know. I was going to come home, but Danny persuaded me to stay. You know what he's like. And then one thing led to another…"

I blurted out, "But you didn't have to let him touch you 'down there'!"

"I couldn't help it. I wanted him to stop, but I get so 'on edge' after I finish."

"After you finish what?"

"After my period, silly! Why else do you think I didn't go swimming with you and Danny for over a week?"

All I knew about periods was that both Mom and Mel got quite bad tempered for a while every month and they bled and carried little packages off to a secret place for burial. Apparently, whatever these contained was not allowed to go into the septic tank.

"But you didn't have to do it to him afterwards!"

"I felt so warm and 'generous' after he made me cum; it seemed like the right thing to do. He wanted me to touch him properly, but I said no. "

"I saw that…why?"

"I was scared of what might happen if we got it out of his shorts."

"So you didn't…you know…after I left?"

"You thought we…?"

Mel whacked me hard in the stomach with the heel of her flashlight. I didn't see it coming in the darkness and it shocked and hurt me twice as much as it would have done normally. I suppose I deserved it for my evil thoughts.

"No Joel! We didn't 'do it'! In fact I left straight away and looked for you here. But Mom said that she thought I was swimming with you. She was a mad as anything that I had been by myself. She didn't know that I was alone with Danny, of course. That would have got me a strapping from Dad!"

We were silent for a while again while I digested this information and nursed my sore belly. Then Mel shifted on the bed beside me. I don't know why, but I got the impression that she had put her hand inside her pyjama bottoms and was touching herself.

"Joel…" she murmured softly.

"Yes?"
 "Are you still there?"

Did she mean me personally, or my dick? She must have known I'd be hard with her lying out beside me like that.

"Yep!" I answered. Both cases were true.

"Tell me that you touched yourself when you watched Danny touching me."

"I masturbated while I watched Danny get you off with his hand between your legs inside your swimming costume."

"Oooooh!" she breathed. 

I thought I heard a faint, squishy, liquid sound. And I caught a tantalising whiff of a heady, sea-surf-on-hot-rocks odour. Is that what girl's smell like 'down there'? I wondered.

Mel's movements were making the bed shake. "Tell me you made yourself cum!" she moaned.

"I came at the same instant you did."

"I just knew it! It made me cum much harder than I'd ever done before!" She moaned loudly again, then asked me in a trembling voice, "Joel! Would you like to see how I make myself cum?"

Without waiting for an answer, Mel thrust her flashlight in my direction. When I finally got hold of it and found the on-switch, I saw that she had her left hand inside her pyjamas, working frantically between her legs, while she desperately tried to push the heavy material down over her bucking, heaving belly and hips with the other. Now I knew what Danny meant when he described her body movements were 'as though she was fucking someone'! 

Always the perfect gentleman, I used my free hand to help her!

Mere words cannot describe the torch-lit revelation of Mel's firm, flat belly; the dark, damp-flattened curls of her bush; her fingers moving rapidly among the plump, vari-pink, glistening folds; the flex and roll of her muscles as she moved, and the full aromatic force of her sexual arousal!

I scrambled out from under my bedcovers. Together, we pushed her pyjamas down her jerking legs, past her knees. Then she spread her legs as wide apart as they would go, showing me everything and hiding nothing. Not even the brown-pink puckered entrance to her bottom!

With the moisture-slick fingers of her left hand, Mel pulled back the distended 'tent' of skin just above the moist, slightly gaping, shiny pink entrance to her womanhood, to reveal a hard, fiery red, knob among the bright pink folds. It looked to me like an extremely stubby, minute dick! 

"This is my clitoris,' she murmured breathlessly.

Mel began to flicker her fingertips lightly across the tiny nubbin, so fast that her fingers were a blur.

Then all hell broke loose! Mel told me afterwards that us being alone, and me watching her from such close proximity, freed her from all inhibitions. In the meantime, I was totally unprepared for the wild, humping, writhing, groaning, and shaking build up to her shrill, earth-shattering climax. It was a darned good thing that the Franklins, our nearest neighbours, lived three miles or so across the valley or Norm would have come running to her 'assistance'.

It took Mel about ten minutes to make a dewy-eyed recovery. She was breathing so hard, I thought she was about to start hyperventilating – we did that at school once, breathing into a big paper bag, as part of a class biology experiment, so I know what hyperventilation looks like. Then she sat up and announced, "Your turn to show me properly!"

I protested, "Oh heck, Mel! I can't match that…no way!"

"Why not? Are you scared?"

"No! Boys just don't get all intense like that…"

There was no escaping her. "Show me!" she demanded.

It was no hardship; no pun intended! I was as stiff as a flagpole and just about ready to burst anyway! 

I rolled onto my back, thrust my pyjama bottoms down my thighs and kicked them off onto the floor. Yes, I was forced to wear the same nightclothes as my sister, but I refused to wear the jacket once I was in bed. In concert with me, she finally totally rid herself of bottoms as well. Mel aimed the flashlight beam at my crotch, gently biting the tip of her tongue and watching me take my stiff shaft in my fingers and start stroking up and down my length. 

Mel knelt beside me, sitting on her heels with her legs parted, openly displaying her dark crowned, still blood-suffused genitalia. The hood-like tent that hid her feminine 'dick' stuck out between the plump lips like a beacon. I tore my eyes away and watched her fingers move to her top; she still had it on. Mel slowly began to undo the buttons. She watched my eyes follow her every move. She parted the cloth, showing me her proudly erect breasts and nipples. She shucked the garment right off and raised her arms, offering her entire nakedness for my admiration.

All the while I didn't stop stroking my shaft. The vision of my sister's perfection filled me with an indescribable longing. I think I expressed my feeling for her with a tortured moan that rose from deep within my belly. Why is it a sin to pay homage to such exquisite beauty?

"What does it feel like?" she asked.

"There's only one way to find out," I answered thickly, pointing the head of my cock at her.

Mel reached for me. Her hand moved incredibly slowly. It seemed as though she had to fight her way through a vat of treacle.

"I meant how you were feeling inside," she muttered, "But, seeing as you offered…"

When she gently pushed my hand to one side and took hold of me, my whole body felt as though it flowed and nestled into the palm of her hand. I was hers to do whatever she wanted with me.

I thrust my pelvis at her as Mel stroked the full throbbing length of me with her firm, farm girl's grip. The rapturous tension began to build in the area below my balls. I thrust hard in her hand. My whole body quivered rigidly. She clasped me upright with my foreskin tightly drawn back, wondering at the sudden extra heat and stiffness in her fist. My first thumping spasm produced nothing. The next two shot my pearly-white sperm in the air. And then my hot jism boiled out of my tip and slid in thick, sticky globs down my shaft and over her fingers.

Trembling in the leaping throes of ecstasy, I gazed at Mel's face. Her eyes were wide with astonishment at the flow of creamy sap pouring from me. She moved her hand on me again, milking ever more cum from my balls. Sharper, more excruciating secondary pleasure shocks pounded through me, nearly making me pass out. 

Inevitably, regrettably, my tool began to soften and shrink and Mel released her hold on me. "Awesome, Joel!" she breathed. "Simply awesome!"

I fished a handkerchief out from under my pillow - one of my secret, private ones that I washed myself so that Mom was not aware of my night-time activities – and cleaned my jism from my dick, her fingers and where it had splashed on my belly.

We turned off the flashlight and lay on our sides facing each other, cuddling in the darkness. Mel's warm naked flesh pressed so close to mine felt phenomenal. I told her and she pushed even closer to me with a happy sigh, crushing her lovely breasts against my chest.

It felt perfectly right and natural to explore each other's body with our fingers while we held each other. It seemed like only a minute or two passed before I began to get hard again, but it must have been much longer. Mel felt me growing against her belly and pressed tighter to me. As if we received some inaudible signal, we began to squirm our pubic mounds together. We panted our gasping breaths into each other's wide-gaping mouths and our excitement rapidly climbed to fever pitch. 

With a desperate, sobbing wail of: "I want to feel if, but promise me we won't go all the way, Joel! We mustn't!" Mel lifted her leg across my hip then took hold of my dick and pushed it between her legs.

Clasping each other by the buttocks we mashed, and ground and humped our pelvises together wildly. The back of my stiff pole slid hotly back and forth in the wet, slippery groove of her pussy lips, rasping over and massaging her hood and clitoris. Mel writhed her pussy flesh on me. She let out little gasps and mewling sounds of pleasure and bit my shoulder flesh gently. She pulled her hips back so that the ridge of my crown contacted her pleasure spot directly and held her sex there, making imperceptible, tiny quivering movements. Then she bore down and slid her cleft rapidly and smoothly along the entire length of my shaft several times while uttering harsh, guttural, cries of rapture.

It would have been the easiest thing in the world for me to direct my knob into Mel's warm, slippery sheath with the tips of my fingers. She wouldn't have cared right then; she was so far 'out of it'. But she would have hated me afterwards. 

Mel suddenly sobbed, "Oh, oh Joel!" and clung to me rigidly. Her whole body shook in my arms. Somehow, her orgasm sparked mine. My hot flood pounded from my dick all over her vaginal entrance and into the cleft of her buttocks. She cried out "Oh Joel" again, reached between her legs from behind, and pressed her fingers on my tingling, spasm-wrenched glans. For an instant, I thought that she was going to push me inside her, but she just held me and panted into my ear that she wanted to feel me cum. 

We lay panting heavily in the darkness, touching, but only just. Slippery sweat and sexual juices cooled on our skins making us shiver. Both of us were stunned at the enormity of what we had done, and how close we had been to committing an even greater sin. But at the same time, neither of us I had any regrets. 

"Your bed must be mess!" Mel murmured when she finally regained her composure. "How are you going to stop Mom seeing the stains?"

Taking food to our rooms is forbidden, but desperate circumstances require desperate solutions. "I think I may have to bring some juice up here from the breakfast table and have an 'accident'," I told her.

"Tell you what, you be 'late' getting up and I'll bring some cereal and milk up to you so that you won't miss the school bus! Look, I'd better get going to my own room. I don't want to, but Mom and Dad will be home soon."

I nuzzled my mouth to Mel's and kissed her for the first time since I was about seven years old. Her lips clung to mine, sending a surge of heat through my body. "Mmmmm. I don't want you to go either, but I guess…"

"Will you be all right?"

"Doubt if I will sleep much."

"Me either…" Mel kissed me this time. I had to keep my hands to myself or I would have started all over again. She softly wished me sweet dreams and then left.

I straightened my bedcovers as best I could and climbed back underneath. When I heard them arrive, I crossed all my fingers and toes that neither Mom or Dad would open my bedroom door, because, even though I had the window wide open, the room reeked of sex. Thank goodness, my parents went straight to their own room.



Three's A Crowd Ch. 04



Our little plan worked. Soya Milk and Cornflakes hid sperm and vaginal juice stains perfectly. Of course, it earned both of us a good telling off and some extra chores to do after school that evening, but it got me out of a pretty pickle. It also meant no swimming as well and thus, very little opportunity to talk.

Rain interfered with swimming again the next day. The day after, Mel bailed me up behind the school caretaker's shed at lunchtime. "Make sure that Danny comes to the swimming hole after school!" she told me.

Alarm bells started ringing in my brain. Something had got into my sister. She had become a totally different person; one with a dangerous streak, and I was becoming a bit scared of her. In the belief that Mel wanted to be alone with Danny, I protested, "You can ask him yourself, can't you? Why should I do your dirty work for you?"

"Thank you, brother! After I saved your butt the other morning!" She glanced quickly around to make sure that nobody was looking, then quickly undid my pants and slipped her hand inside. "Ok, our butts… C'mon Joel," she wheedled, "you're ahead of Danny now. He's your friend isn't he? Don't you want him to catch up just a little bit?"

"You want me there as well?" I stammered.

"Of course, silly! You've got a lot to show him. Not everything we did the other night though…no, not yet. We can't go spoiling him by showing him everything at once, can we?"

My heart lurched in my chest. I felt sick with apprehension, but wildly excited as well. "Oh, Ok then!" I gasped.

Mel squeezed my rock hard erection. "Come here," she breathed. Her eyes had a wicked gleam to them. She pulled me closer to her, lifting up the front of her school dress with her other hand. Quickly pulling my dick out of my underpants, she pushed it into the gap at the top of her thighs and closed them tight around it. She had her panties on, of course, but it still felt amazing. She nestled her forehead into the crook of my neck, murmuring, "I can't wait to do it again like this, like we did the other night. I think about it all the time."

"Me too, " I mumbled, experimentally rubbing my shaft against her.

"Ooooh! That's lovely!" Mel whispered, "I wish I could feel you properly…here!" She slipped her hand under her skirt and pulled the gusset of her panties to one side. My dick slid easily in her slippery wetness. "Aaaaaaaaah!" she sighed deeply, "So nice!"

Just then, the bell sounded, summoning all the kids back to their classes. Mel and I hurriedly tidied our clothing and took off in different directions so that we would arrive at the school entrance separately.

We were waiting at the swimming hole when Danny arrived. The weather was warm enough for him to walk to our rendezvous dressed only in his shorts and carrying a towel. We, on the other hand, were required to be more modest in public. I stripped down to my swimming shorts immediately Mel and I got there, but she still kept her tracksuit on. 

Danny guessed that something was afoot, but Mel teased him, talking about all sorts of inconsequential things, keeping him on tenterhooks. The feeling of anticipation built and built. The air crackled with tension. I remember I was thinking that Mel had better do something to ease Danny's growing sense of anxiety, or he'd go off 'pop', when she suddenly laid on her back and invited us to take her tracksuit bottoms off.

Danny swallowed hard when he saw that instead of her swimsuit underneath, Mel was wearing just her panties. Together we slid Mel's tracksuit down her legs and over her feet. Danny simply could not tear his eyes away from the rounded mound at the fork of her thighs and the dark shadow of her hairs behind the virginal-white cotton material. 

"Can you guess what I'd like?" Mel said softly. She held her thighs closed tight and languorously rubbed them together. Her fingers crept down her belly and idly toyed with her pubic curls inside her knickers. Without giving us a chance to speculate, she crooned, "I would like you two lovely guys to stroke my legs all the way up from my ankles, right up until…until you find what you find! And, there's no need to rush, there's plenty of time."

By some miracle, Danny didn't cream his pants there and then! He was literally drooling! I felt more in control, but not by much!

Taking one leg each, Danny and I caressed Mel's calves and her shins, her knees and her thighs. And as we slowly moved towards the apex of these soft and smooth, yet shapely muscular columns, my sister spread her legs further and further apart. When we finally reached our goal, we gently ran our fingertips enticingly close to the tight leg holes of her panties. 

Mel sighed. "Mmmmmm, that was very nice…I think you two deserve a reward."

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and pushed them down at the front. Danny's eyes were bulging in his head as he watched her. "Oooops!" she giggled when she revealed the first hint of her dark, luxurious bush, and then pulled her panties back up again. The pained expression of disappointment on Danny's face deserved a photograph…but our family did not own frivolous things like cameras.

"Here!" said Mel, taking her hands right out of the way. "You two do it."

Danny's hand was shaking so much he could hardly take hold of the cotton material. Again, he was bug-eyed as we exposed Mel's glorious, hairy crown. The moisture between her legs made the gusset of her panties stick briefly to her pussy when we started to pull them down her legs and we had to tug them quite hard. When we finally got them off her, without thinking, I brought them to my nose and took in her scent.

"Do I smell nice?" Mel asked me.

"Fantastic!" I mumbled, suddenly realising what I had done.

Mel held out her hand for the scrap of material. She opened them out, uncovering the damp, slightly stained inner material of their gusset. She brought her panties to her nose and inhaled deeply. She looked straight into my eyes. For an instant, Danny ceased to exist. It was just Mel and I alone in a cocoon of silence. She put out her tongue and licked her own body's secretions. 

Danny reminded us of his presence with a deeply despairing groan. Mel beckoned me right up close to her. Putting her lips to my ear, she whispered, "Don't look so shocked, Joel! I always suck my juices from my fingers after I have made myself cum…thinking about you."

Then, she beckoned to Danny. As he leaned forward, she reached for him and rubbed her knickers around his nose and lips. "Do you like my smell?" she demanded. 

He gurgled something approximating "Yes!"

"Good!" she smiled happily and spread her legs wide apart. "Now, Joel has something to show you, haven't you Joel?"

I took Danny on a guided tour of all the things Mel let me see on that night. I showed him her outer lips, darkly pink and puffy with her arousal. I parted the fuzz-surrounded outer barriers to reveal the soft hued, inner folds, already shiny-slick with her sexual moisture. I took him down to the entrance to her innermost secrets, spreading the little aperture open and running the tip of my finger around its soft slippery perimeter. Then I drew back her hood to expose her fiery pleasure spot; and showed him her reactions when I caressed it.

Mel bucked her abdomen and gasped, "Let Danny do it!"

Disappointment and jealousy flooded through me. Nevertheless, I coached Danny on how to give Mel maximum pleasure, then sat back to watch. Judging by Mel's reactions, the bastard did it very well, making her spread her legs to their maximum extent and lift her pelvis in jerking, ecstatic thrusts for more of his attentions. 

I was astounded at how much lubrication flowed from her vaginal opening and down between her spread buttocks to moisten the wrinkled entry to her bottom. Mel got enormously wet! Forgetting all the taboos that had been drummed into me since childhood, I slid my hand in below Danny's, between her quivering, flexing thighs, and rubbed her in the moisture there. Driven by the rhythmic clenching of Mel's buttock muscles, the puckered little lips seemed to suck eagerly at my fingertip, but I was not yet ready go any further.

Mel hissed, "Joel! I want you up here!"

Reluctantly, I left Danny unsupervised to answer my sister's call. She hauled me down to her. "Oooooh! This is awesome!" she moaned and kissed me deeply. Her hand slid up the leg of my shots and grabbed hold of my dick. She whispered hotly, "Quick! Take your shorts off, Joel! I've been dreaming about doing something special with you ever since the other night!"

While I struggled to get out of my shorts, Mel unzipped her tracksuit top and shucked it right off. She was completely bra-less underneath. Her nipples looked ready to burst. "Kneel astride my chest!' she begged.

Eagerly, just as I was about to do as she asked, Mel arched her back off the ground and hung there letting out a loud "Oooooooomph!" Thinking that she was cumming, I held back, knowing that flailing arms and legs would shortly follow. Then I saw that Danny was holding his hand rigid at an unusual angle between Mel's legs and he was staring at her intently with a worried expression on his face. I scrambled down to see what had gone wrong. 

The stupid fool had overstepped the mark! Without Mel's invitation or even asking her, Danny had shoved his big middle finger deep up inside my sister's pussy. And even worse, a bright red trickle of blood was seeping out around the finger that was still plugging her.

Flailing limbs ensued indeed, but not those induced by pleasure. With shouts and screams, using foul language that I had no idea she knew, Mel kicked Danny away. She went for him, punching and scratching and hissing like an enraged tigress. With a yelp of fear, Danny scuttled out of range and then ran off at high speed.

Mel collapsed in my arms, sobbing inconsolably. "I never wanted it to happen like that!" she wailed. "I wanted to choose the time and place and make it so perfect!"

I cuddled Mel and did my best to comfort her. But I had no experience of dealing with distraught women, so my efforts were rather ineffectual. She clung to me until she cried herself out then I gently supported her down to the river. Together, we bathed her soreness in the cool, clear water. Then we dressed and held each other until she felt ready to go home and act normally in front of our parents while hiding the hurt she was feeling. 

The smack in the chops I gave Danny the next time I saw him got me into a heap of trouble at school. And not a little pain as well, because I cut my knuckle badly on one of his front teeth and it got infected. My refusal to divulge why I hit Danny got me a good strapping from my father. Isn't it strange how 'unchristian' violence only applies to people outside one's immediate family? And when I still declined to tell, I was grounded for a month and sent to the Pastor for counselling.

But, our parents still went to their regular governance meetings, which meant that Mel and I could be alone together.

The first time after the incident, Mel only wanted to cuddle. That was fine by me because I knew she was still devastated at losing her cherry that way. The second week was very different. Mel was well aware of the heat I was taking on her behalf and wanted to show her gratitude. I think her hormones were raging big time as well. I know mine were.

It started when she kind of nuzzled her nose against the side of my neck and said, "I was going to do something very sexy with you when Danny did that to me."

"Tell me," I answered sleepily. We had been lying together for some time, fully dressed in our pyjamas, and I was almost nodding off.

Mel nuzzled against me again; "I'd sooner show you."

I was instantly alert.

My erection surged to a tingling hardness as Mel pulled my pyjama pants down. A lock of her hair brushed across my most sensitive parts as she pushed them over my feet, making me jump and almost lose control.

'Kneel over my chest, Joel," Mel murmured huskily. "And take my top off."

Mel's eyes fixed her gaze on my rampant prick and the rest of my appendages while I undid her buttons and slipped the garment off her. Then she took hold of my shaft in both hands rubbed it across her firm-soft flesh and squeezed and stroked until my scrotum began the manic contractions that blasted my hot sperm in pearly streams all over her lovely rounded breasts. Mel cupped my nuts gently in the palm of her hand while she extracted my every drop of jism with the other. And then she pulled me down on top of her so that my chest slipped and slid against hers in my slime, and kissed me with such deep feeling that my eyes prickled.

"Was that Ok?" Mel asked me when she finally let me breathe.

I told her, "More than 'Ok'! It was amazing! Where did you get the idea?"

"It came to me after I left you that night three weeks ago. I've been dying to try it ever since."

"There's something I've been dreaming about too."

"What's that?"

"Hang on a second and I'll show you."

I cleaned us both with a handkerchief and lay face to face with her. Watching her reactions in my sister's eyes, I ran the flat of my palm along her side to the waist of her pyjama bottoms. When I tried to push them down, her eyes clouded over and she whispered, "No!"

"Why not?" I asked. "Don't you want me to…?"

'Yes, I do," Mel replied. "But things are different down there now…ruined."

I kissed the tip of her nose. "You will always be perfect to me."

"But…"

Without giving her the chance to finish, I rolled Mel half onto her back and pulled her bottoms halfway down her thighs. She squeaked in protest and clamped her legs together. But that did not prevent me from swooping down and burying my mouth against the deliciously damp, fragrant springy hairs that crowned her lower belly. I looked up Mel's body to her face. Her expression was one of wonder and pleasure that I would want to kiss her between the legs. 

I kissed her again and said, "Ever since that day I smelled your scent on knickers, I've wanted to kiss and taste the real you."

"Oh, Joel! It's so lovely to hear you say that." Mel's eyes glittered with tears. "But, I'm not ready yet…give me some more time…please?"

Hiding my disappointment, I got up alongside her again.

Mel hugged me to her, saying, "Just to prove that I want to share in your dream…" She slipped her hand down between us and into her pyjamas. A few seconds later, she brought three damp seashell-smelling fingers to my mouth and slid them between my lips. 

I tongued her sweet, slightly salty juices from them and whispered, "More!" but just then, we heard the sound of our parents' pickup coming up the track. Fortunately, they had to stop to open two gates to get the truck through and then close them again afterwards, which gave Mel plenty of time to get to her own room. But, before she left, she surprised my dick massively erect again by bending over and swiftly kissing it on the tip.

In the morning, when I woke from an erotic dream just before dawn, my dick was doing its regular start-of-the-day stretch. A beautiful girl, not Mel, had been licking my shaft from top to bottom like a lollipop. She knelt astride my face with her blonde-fuzzed pussy within inches of my tongue, but, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't quite reach it. 

Somehow, I got the feeling that somebody visited my room during the night. Sure enough, tucked under my pillow I found yesterday's pair of Mel's panties. The faint, seaside aroma led me to them; and probably sparked that dream! Holding the soft cloth to my nose and picturing my hard shaft parting the wet pink entrance to Mel's nubile body in my mind, I masturbated slowly to a luxuriously intense cum. And when I spurted, I caught my bubbling fluids in the knickers' gusset, where they would mix directly with hers. 

I gave her panties back to Mel during the first break at school. They were still damp with my cum. She smelled them swiftly and whispered, 'I love the smell of your sperm, especially when it's mixed with my scent." Then she pushed them into her pocket. I guessed it was only the first time she would bring them to her nose that day.

If fact, I saw Mel and Danny standing close to one another, well away from everyone else, at lunchtime. He had been building bridges by giving her small bunches of flowers after school nearly every day. Heaven knows how he came up with them; he must have stashed them in a jar of water somewhere cool until after the final bell. Of course, Mel had to dump them before reaching the farm, but the thought was there and it had clearly won her over. She reached into her pocket and lifted something to his nose.

I decided that it was politic that I too made friends with Danny again.



Three's A Crowd Ch. 05



There is a small but dense coppice of woodland adjacent to the school grounds. One summer's day, years ago when I first started school, a teacher thought she spied a man hidden there with his trousers around his knees and something in his hand, watching the girls doing their PE class on the sports field. The police set a trap and caught him a couple of days later. It caused quite a stink in the community when it was revealed that the culprit was one of our most respected church elders. I was too young to understand what it was all about, but four children suddenly left the school and their family moved out of the district. I learned years later, from Danny's mother, who 'knew everything'; the school would not lay any charges and this was the deal to avoid the man going to jail.

My resolve to make friends again with Danny got a jolt when I saw him and Mel disappearing into the same trees one school lunchtime. Apart from upsetting me, she was playing a dangerous game if one of the teachers saw them as well. In an Adventist school, all the teachers were of the faith. I didn't follow, feeling that I would be crushed by what I would find. Mel got the 'Ice Man' treatment that evening though.

It just happened to be church governance night and Mel, as usual came to my room. The daylight was starting to last well into the evenings now and we didn't need the flashlight any more. 

I lay stiffly on the bed, feeling rotten for doing it, but ignoring all Mel's efforts to be friendly. Eventually, she gave up and started to leave. She paused in the doorway and snapped, "You don't own me you know!"

"You must think I'm just an amusing toy!" I snarled back. "Be nice to Joel one minute, then kick him in the nuts the next!"

"Oh, grow up Joel! We didn't do anything! Not what you're thinking anyway!"

"Yeah, sez you!"

"I'm on my period, nitwit!"

That revelation put me on the back foot. But I could not let things alone, "So, you and Danny did nothing at all then?"

"Well…" Mel wouldn't look at me. "I did make him cum with my hand…I was hoping to do the same with you…"

That shot me down in flames. I was now in the position of having to beg.

"Oh, blow it, Mel! I'm an idiot!"

"Yes you are!"

"Will it help if I grovel?"

"It might…oh, don't bother. D'you want me back?"

"Yes please."

She didn't jack me off; well, at first she didn't. All we did was cuddle. She said I couldn't touch her because her boobs were too sore and she had a woozy tummy. I told Mel that if it couldn't be reciprocal, I didn't think it was fair to expect her to help me out. She didn't respond to that one for a long while. And when she did, it was with a nudge from her nose on my neck.

"We've just gotta sort something out," I muttered. "Seeing Danny by yourself is too dangerous. Not just if you get caught; he's too much of a wildcard."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, what did he do to you a couple of weeks back?"

Mel gripped my prick briefly; yeah, I had a hard-on! "And you're not dangerous, brother of mine?"

"Gotcha!" I admitted.

"What are you suggesting? That I only see Danny when you're around?"

"Something like that."

"Could you sit back and watch him touch me, and me do things to him, without you being involved?"

"That would be the hardest thing to do in the whole world!"

Mel shivered, "So, if Danny and I were making out, you would want to join in?"

"I can't deny that."

She shivered again, "You have no idea of what you have done to me 'down there'! But, Joel, if I really wanted it to be just Danny doing it to me, could you back off?"

"At a pinch, if I knew beforehand. Does the idea of a threesome; you, me and Danny, really turn you on?"

Mel didn't have to answer with words, another sharp shiver told me the story.

I slid my hand inside her pyjama top and stroked her tummy lightly. "Do you want a hand?" I asked.

"I'm bleeding."

"So?"

"It'll be messy?"

"I don't mind."

"I'll get my towel!"

Mel leapt off the bed and ran to her room. She returned seconds later carrying a large, thick bath sheet. "I sleep on this in case of 'accidents'," she explained, spreading the towel out halfway down the bed and lying down with it underneath her lower half.

I gently placed my hand back on her tummy, guessing how tender she must be feeling. 

"Hold on a minute!" she gasped, and pushed her pyjama bottoms down to her knees. She had her knickers on. Of course she did stupid!

I slipped my fingers under the waistband, immediately meeting her pubic hairs.

"Are you sure?" she asked, grabbing my hair and twisting my head, forcing me to look into her face. "Are you really, really sure?"

"You bet I am!" I beamed. "Now, let go of me, I've got things to do!"

As soon as Mel released me, I dived down and kissed her pubic thatch. Her sex smell was different from the week before, and quite strong.

"Oh no! You can't!" Mel bounced on the bed and tried to push me away. In the process, she opened her legs a little way and I seized the opportunity to push the crotch of her panties, and the stiff pad that seemed to be stuck in them, out of the way and kiss her further down. She tasted very salty.

I looked up at my sister's horrified face and grinned, "I just did!"

"Come back up here!" she ordered. "Honestly! I don't believe you! Now, where's your handkerchief?"

"Why?" I asked.

"You look like a vampire…you've got blood all over your chin!"

Mel cleaned me up and admonished me, "Now behave yourself!"

"No way!" I murmured, insinuating my fingers back into her pants and down inside the pad. 

Mel was sopping wet, wetter than ever before. I supposed it was the blood. I found her hot spot and she spread her legs and jerked her pelvis convulsively.

"Go inside me with your finger, Joel!" she gasped. "I want to feel you!"

The tight elastic waistband, plus the thick wad in her panties, made her difficult to reach. "Just a minute!" she panted, and pushed her knickers partway down.

To slide your finger inside a woman's body at any time is so amazing! If you are a virgin, like I was that evening, it is the most indescribable sensation imaginable! Every detail of the heat, the wetness, and the silky clamping of Mel's walls around me are burned for all time in my brain. 

And then Mel bore her pelvic bone down on my finger, clamping her inner muscles at the same time. She shook in ecstasy and gasped out her joy.

I asked her, "Can I look?"

"Aaaaagh, if you want to, yessss!" she moaned.

My finger was only inside her half way and Mel was trying to rub her clitoris against the pad at the base of my finger. Dark blood was everywhere, matting her pussy hairs and smearing the insides of her thighs. I began to wonder if the towel beneath her jerking abdomen would be protection enough for my counterpane!

I could not desist. I burrowed between Mel's thighs and found her pleasure spot with my tongue. She howled her pleasure and lifted up her sex so that I could access her fully. My finger slid into her as far as it could go, encountering strange, inexplicable parts of her insides. And Mel dissolved in paroxysms of rapture, grasping the back of my head and pressing me to her, and anointing my entire face with her combined menstrual blood and love juices.

"My, you are quite a sight!" Mel murmured contentedly about ten minutes later, "like a tribesman from Papua New Guinea…you know, the ones that daub their faces in red clay…in the National Geographic at school?"

I nodded my understanding. My mind was still trying to cope with the maelstrom of feelings coursing through me, because of the astonishing things Mel and I had just done.

She started to move off the bed. "Come on. We had better get you cleaned up."

Entirely without me noticing, Mel had pulled her panties and pyjamas back up.

I asked, "What about you?"

"A mess, but a situation not too far from normal on my 'heavy' day. Mom won't notice anything unusual."

We got off the bed together. Thankfully, her towel had captured everything. Taking me by the hand, Mel led me to the bathroom. Humming softly under her breath, she cleaned my face with warm soapy water. Then she shooed me out, saying that she had to spend a minute on the toilet.

When Mel returned to my room, she was so 'scrub-faced and freshly-tidied hair' that a person not in the know could never guess what had transpired between us such a short time before. She approached me from the foot of my bed. In one movement, she stripped my pyjamas from me, murmuring at the same time, "Now, what do we have here?"

She pushed my legs apart and knelt on the bed between them. She examined my stiff member in minute detail. She delicately took my nuts in her fingertips and rolled them together in their sac. She pulled back my foreskin and smeared my flowing pre-cum around the sensitive underside of my glans. She traced the bulging veins on my shaft. And finally, with exquisite precision, lightly scratched a fingernail down the length of the tube on the underside of my dick that delivered my sperm to the outside world, all the way down to my balls.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the leaping sparks induced by her feather like touches. But, my eyes smashed open again when I experienced a warm, wet sensation that I had never met before. My sister, Melissa, smiling beatifically with her eyes closed, held the head of my cock inside her mouth! She trailed the circle of her fingers lightly up and down my shaft. The electric tingle behind my balls suddenly shrieked its warning.

"Mel! I'm going to cum!" I moaned.

She ignored me. My sperm leapt from my body. Mel kept holding me in her wet warmth. She didn't try to swallow, but let it dribble from the corners of her lips and drip onto my belly. When she sensed that I was almost finished, she released me. Gulping down what was left in her mouth, she murmured, "Thanks for warning me, Joel."

Like a snake she slid and covered me. I caught the waistband of her pyjama bottoms and held it back so that that her soft, bare belly-flesh pressed on mine. Post-cumming flashes of pleasure made me twitch uncontrollably. I spurted tiny streams of jism on her bare skin and she wriggled her tummy, spreading it between us. We kissed deeply. I tasted my sperm on her mouth, but it didn't bother me.

We broke our kiss. Mel stared into my eyes. She rubbed her fingertips across my lips and insinuated them into my mouth. I laved them with my tongue. Her eyes devoured me.

"Oh…how I wish…" she sighed wistfully.



Three's A Crowd Ch. 06



Two young bulls met head to head, pawing the ground, with fiery staring eyes and flaring nostrils. The cause of their confrontation stood demurely nearby, awaiting the outcome.

"That's the bottom line, Daniel! Non-negotiable!"

He wanted to fight, despite me being bigger, harder and stronger than him. He knew he would lose badly in a 'winner take all' battle yet his hot Irish temperament drove him to the brink. 

He demanded to know, "Will I be around whenever you and Mel want to get it on together? Or is that private?"

"What happens between Mel and I is none of your business," I told him coldly.

He looked to Mel for confirmation.

She upheld my demands quietly, "This is the way Joel and I want it, Danny; it is our joint decision."

Danny backed down. A battle, if not the war, was won.

Mel still had three days of her period to run, so there was no immediate start to the arrangement. She told us to, "Go down to the pool and cool your hot heads!" then left for home to catch up on some schoolwork.

A few days later, Mel slipped a note into my pocket. It read simply, 'Lunch break. In the woods.'

After a short search, I found her standing in a column of bright sunlight with her eyes shut, leaning with her back against large tree. I stood still and watched her for a moment. Mel is not Playmate of the Month material, but at that moment, she was the most beautiful girl in the world. I made a low whistle to let her know I had arrived, whereupon, she opened her eyes and beckoned me over. 

Immediately I was close enough, Mel frantically undid my pants and pushed them and my underwear down to my ankles. "Can't have you getting stains," she muttered. Then, she took hold of my already stiff shaft and drew me to her. She lifted the hem of her dress and slipped me between her thighs. She was naked under there and very wet.

We clung to each tightly as I slid my shaft back and forth in her warm, slippery gash. I hoped we could stay like that for the whole of the break, but suddenly, Mel stiffened and dug her fingernails hard into my shoulder muscles. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Joel! Cum with me, Joel! Cum with me! Cum with me, please!" 

I had been fighting a losing battle to hold back for her, for the previous couple of minutes. The instant pulsing heat of my release against her inner folds and clitoris tipped Mel over the edge. She buried her face into my chest and groaned with each thrilling bolt of pleasure in her loins. After many trembling minutes, we broke apart and with still shaking hands, cleaned each other's residues from our private parts.

I dropped to my knees and paid homage to her cleft with my lips. Only two days after the end of her period, she was as fresh as new-mown hay. Mel stroked my hair gently and murmured, "Don't start doing that, Joel, or we'll still be here when the bell goes!"

I left the coppice first. Danny stood with clenched fists in the centre of the sports field, glaring in my direction, and as taut as an over-wound spring. I strode directly up to him and stared him down. "None of your business, Danny. None of your business."

The next morning I received another note. There was only one word written on it, 'Again'.

Danny was staring at the woods again. He had watched Mel go and was about to boil over. I made a point of walking close by him with a low-voiced reminder that, "It's none of your business."

I found Mel in the same spot, but she took me by the hand and led me to another place in a darker, more densely wooded part of the copse. A sturdy branch stuck out almost horizontally from a tree at just above waist height. Facing the branch, she hiked her dress up around her waist, revealing her complete nakedness, and leaned forward to rest on it with her elbows. Her voice was so soft and husky, I could only just make out her words; "I want you from behind, Joel."

I cupped the pale globes of her buttocks in my palms, dumbstruck at their rounded, erotic beauty.

Mel hissed impatiently, "Hurry Joel! I want to feel you!"

I dropped my clothing and pushed my stiff dick into the inviting gap at the apex of her legs. "Aaaaagh! Yeeesss!" Mel sighed as my bulging mushroom rasped against her tender, sensitive lips, "Aaaaaaaagh! Yeeeesssss!"

While I thrust against her, I undid the belt at Mel's waist and pushed her dress right up to her armpits. I freed her breasts from their confinement and caressed their full, dangling points with my palms. She arched her back with a delighted moan and ground her white bottom against my belly.

I felt her reach underneath her belly and pull back her hood so that the rim of my crown made direct contact on her hot spot. Her fingers held me there as I rubbed back and forth and she groaned deeply again, utterly lost in pleasure.

Mel's fingers pressed harder on the underside of my glans, once, twice, three times. She mumbled something under her breath and shifted her body slightly. I popped inside her! Mel's silken sheath seemed to suck at me avidly, its only wish to swallow me whole. 

Mel stiffened. Her legs shook uncontrollably. I could feel that she was rubbing her clitoris at a furious pace. She was panting shallowly, so rapidly that one breath ran into the next. She gasped faintly, 'Oh my God! Oh my! Oh! Oh!" She heaved her buttocks wildly against me five or six times, forcing my cock deep into her channel. My sperm burst from me, flooding her insides. Then her knees buckled and she wailed softly "Ohhhhh, Jo…Jo…Joel!"

I clasped Mel's hips and held her or she would have collapsed to the forest floor. She grasped hold of the branch and held on tight, jerking and shaking at the aftershocks that pounded through her. Slowly she came back to earth and I slid my still rigid tool from her. She let out what sounded like a soft cry of, "Nooooo!" then squeaked loudly, "Ow! I've got to pee!"

Mel tore away from me and squatted. The golden stream left her in a flooding rush, trickling through the dead leaves down the slight incline towards my feet. I stood astride it and let it pass.

She remained sat on her heels.

"Are you Ok?" I asked.

Mel replied with a question; "Is it coming out?" 

"Is what coming out?"

"Your sperm, Joel! I felt you cumming inside me!"

I squatted down in front of her and peered into her crotch. Crouched down as she was, her plump outer lips were stretched open wide and her hood stuck out between them like a tiny inverted pyramid. There were undoubtedly fluids dripping from her, but not a great deal.

"There's some, " I said, "but not all of it by the look of things."

"I'll just have to stay like this for a little while longer then! Are you still hard? Hey, Joel, stand up again!"

I shook my rigid dick in my fingers. "It doesn't seem to want to go down." 

"Ooooh, good! My turn today!" Mel murmured hotly. "Come closer!"

I stepped up to her. She took hold of me and directed me between her lips. She scratched the insides of my thighs lightly with her fingernails. She tickled me behind my balls. She played with the sensitive hairs fringing the entrance to my bottom. She bobbed her head and sucked lightly on my crown. She flicked her tongue across my glans sending sparks through me. She swallowed every drop of my cum when it raged from my body, lightly touching the thumping tube in the area between my balls and my anus, and feeling the power of every ejaculation.

We stopped before leaving the woods and kissed. We checked each other's clothing for propriety and to make sure there were no errant damp spots. Mel's eyes sparkled and her cheeks were flushed.

She beamed at me delightedly. "I feel so alive! Every part of me is tingling! It's wonderful!"

"You look pretty amazing!" I whispered and kissed her again.

We let go of each other's hand just before we stepped onto the sports field. Danny was standing on exactly the same spot. He looked as though he was ready to explode.

"We have been very mean to Danny," Mel murmured as we walked slowly towards him, "I think I will make it up to him at the swimming hole tonight."

I looked at her sharply.

"Pull your head in, Joel! We agreed, remember?"

Mel smiled sweetly at Danny as she walked past, "Tonight, Daniel…don't be late…we've got a lot of catching up to do."

I walked past Danny on the other side without saying a word.



Three's A Crowd Ch. 07



Two naked young men kneel opposite each other at the edge of a large beach towel. Long, stiff, fat phalluses rise urgently from the curly forests of hair at bases of their bellies. The young men are a study in contrasts. One is pale, with freckle-dusted skin and flame-red hair; the other light olive toned with dark locks, like the girl lying between them. Equally naked, she is spread like out a starfish. Her eyes are closed. She smiles blissfully, transported by the myriad of strokes and caresses, nibbling kisses, and searching probes from tongues and strong yet gentle fingers in the erogenous nooks and crannies of her form.

The girl writhes sensually, lifting her body, breasts and thighs to gain maximum enjoyment from every touch. She orgasms: rigidly shaking and uttering mewling cries of ecstasy. Not once, not twice, but three times in rapid succession. Finally, shining eyed with extended rapture, she gives each young man a sweet kiss of gratitude; reserving the longest and most tender kiss for her sibling...

Mel turned onto her side and reached for Danny's shaft. He is circumcised and looks a lot bigger than me. But it is an optical illusion; we are in fact the same lengths. Although his cock is thicker than mine is. He groaned with anticipation as her fingers circled him and began their delicate massaging travels up and down from mushroom crown to fragile, hairy balls.

I felt I had to tell Danny and Mel that this three-way arrangement was 'Ok' with me, although privately I would be pleased if my sister never went near him again. If she had formed a relationship with anyone other than Danny, I might have shrugged and treated it as inevitable. But Danny was my best mate. 

I leaned over Mel and murmured, "Why don't you do to Danny what you did to me the night of your period?"

She stopped stroking Danny's dick and turned to see if I meant what I was saying.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Mel smiled happily and gave me a fleeting kiss. She urged Danny onto the towel and made him lie flat on his back. Then she crouched on her knees between his thighs and took his cock into her mouth. My own cock jumped and tingled when I saw my sister begin to suck and lick my friend like that. 

Danny huffed and thrust his pelvis at her, making Mel gag. She took her mouth away from him and scolded, "Do that again and I'll bite you!" 

Danny spread his hands wide apologetically and Mel lowered to him again.

Mel licked and kissed Danny's member from top to bottom, even down into the sweaty, pungent area behind his balls. Mel had never been so bold with me and envy invaded my heart. She took his mushroom-shaped head deep inside her mouth and massaged his most sensitive parts with her tongue while she stroked his shaft. She teased him for more than thirty minutes, arousing him to the trembling brink of spurting, and then letting him down again. Danny was totally 'out of it', grinning like a maniac with his eyes closed.

I saw Mel making flapping movements in my direction with her free hand. It took me a few seconds to get the message. Then with my heart thumping madly in my chest, I moved in behind her.

Mel felt my arrival and lifted her bum high in the air. Her fingers caught hold of my dick and fed it straight into her juicy channel. Again, it appeared that she just sucked me inside. Grasping her gyrating hips, I plumbed the depths of her tight, hot, clinging satin tunnel. My steady lunging thrusts moved her body and thus her mouth on my friend's shaft.

The miracle of intercourse with Mel was so new to me that I could not hold my explosion back for long. The sharp, warning tingle began somewhere deep up inside my core. I fought it off for as long as I could. 

Over her shoulder, I saw Danny's balls clench once more in their sac. His shaft began to jerk and quiver and I heard Mel noisily swallow his sticky, salty load as he pumped it into her mouth. I gave in to my soaring need. But, before my first spasm could spill my semen, I pulled my shaft from its gloriously warm, snug, clasping abode. Mel moaned a desperate cry of loss, sending Danny into paroxysms of after-shock pleasure. 

Finishing myself off with my hand, I held the head of my pounding, spurting shaft close to Mel's vaginal entrance, coating her the crevasse of her buttocks, her clitoris and her pubic thatch with my copious, glistening cream. She searched for me with her sex, trying to reclaim me, but I knew that would be most unwise.

Mel rolled onto her back beside Danny. His chest was heaving as he made his way down from his orgasmic high.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked him, smiling wickedly.

"Oh, jeeez, yes!" came Danny's shuddering answer.

"Was it worth waiting for?"

"Oh, Mel!" was all he could say.

She bit his earlobe, making him jump. "Well, Daniel," she murmured, "it's almost time for Joel to take me home or our parents will be looking for us. But, before he does, I want some more fun. And I want you to do it to me...just you. Joel can watch if he wants to, but if it's too much for him to cope with, he knows what to do."

The last part was directed at me: put up with it, or go away! Fighting off my natural inclination to leave them to it, I moved a few feet off to an old tree stump and, using my towel as a cushion, sat down to watch.

Danny turned onto his side and reached for Mel's crotch. She caught his hand in mid-air. "No! I want you to kiss me down there. And make me cum with your tongue!"

Danny breathed, "Sure Mel! Anything..." and rapidly moved down her body. But, when Mel spread her legs and he saw the sticky gobs of my sperm stuck to her hairs and painted on the insides of her thighs, he pulled away with an expression of disgust on his face. "But..."

Mel propped herself up on her elbows and looked down between her breasts at him. "Daniel," she said sweetly, "if you want to have me, you are going to have to share everything...and I mean everything!"

It didn't take Mel long to cum. Danny took her with his finger as well as with his tongue. Her orgasm was spectacular in its noisiness and the shaking, wracked contortions of her frame. I looked on, nursing a massive erection, but unwilling to use my own hand. Not now!

Still in the gasping throes of pleasure, Mel called Danny up to kneel astride her face. He too was massively erect again. "Make love to my mouth," she panted, "But be gentle. And don't try to push it down my throat!"

The hot corrosive acid of jealousy boiled in my entrails again as I watched my sister holding Danny's long shaft in her fingertips while he lunged rhythmically between her soft lips. She had gone down on me for sure, but had never afforded me the privilege of having intercourse with her mouth. And when I saw more, then more of his cock disappearing, and realised that she was in fact taking him in her throat, I was ready to kill them both.

To my vicious delight, the telltale signs of Danny's impending explosion arrived long before his flame-red thatch reached her nose. Mel sensed it too and pushed hard on his belly so that when he started spurting it would be into her mouth and not her oesophagus. 

Mel let him finish, then pushed Danny away so violently that he tumbled to the grass. She scrambled to her feet and marched over to me, where I sat. I guessed what was coming, but realised that this was her way of testing me also. I stood up to meet my sister and accepted her kiss. The mouthful of Danny's sperm she spat into mine did not taste too bad after all. It was just the idea of it that made my stomach squirm.

With bare breasts swaying and jiggling magnificently, Mel strode over the Danny and aimed a kick at his stomach. "Now you and Joel are even, you pig! And he showed twice as much courage about it than you did!" She aimed another kick at him, but missed. "And I told you, not in the throat! Don't you ever listen?"

Danny wasn't prepared to concede anything, "Well you seemed to enjoy it! I don't recall you trying to stop me!"

"That's not the point!" Mel shouted. "You've blown it, buster! Completely blown it!"

Danny laughed, "More like you have, sweetheart! And you did it so beautifully!"

Danny's remark seemed to infuriate Mel even more. She aimed another kick. This time she connected, and it looked like it was a bit too close to Danny's nuts for comfort. He rolled away clutching at his lower belly.

"Maybe next time you'll listen!" she spat.

"So there'll be a next time?" he groaned hopefully.

"Perhaps...but never, ever forget that it's my body! And I will tell you what you can do to it, not the other way around!"

I recognised that this demand was for my consumption as well.

Then Mel turned her back on Danny and I saw that she was desperately trying to suppress her laughter. She had appreciated the sharp humour of his riposte after all. She tilted her head in the direction of the pool. It was time for us to clean up. 

Danny joined us, bent over like an old man. Mel must have made better contact with her foot than I thought she had! He kept well away from us in case Mel attacked him again. Danny stayed in the pool cooling his aches, while Mel and I donned our costumes to wet them to maintain the illusion that we had been swimming. And then we left.

While Mel and I walked, I suddenly blurted out, "Where did you learn how to make it last as long as that with Danny? And how come you let him do it in your throat? Have you two been up to more than I know about? Or have you been with somebody else?"

"Hey, hey, Joel! That's too many questions all at once! First: where did I learn to tease and make it last? I read about it in a book."

"In a book? What book?"

"The one Danny gave me."

"He gave you a book? How long have you had it?" 

"Oh, only a few days. I have it hidden in a secret place in my room. I've been reading it by flashlight at night."

"Mom and Dad will kill you if they find it!"

"That's why it's very well hidden."

"Where?"

"Don't be nosy! It wouldn't be a secret place if I told you!"

"So, what's in this book?"

"Nice pictures and instructions on how to do it."

"How to do sex?"

"That's right."

"Dirty pictures?"

"Nice pictures."

"Of penises and vaginas and stuff?"

"Yes, of people having intercourse...close up pictures."

"Dirty pictures!"

"Nice pictures!"

"Why did Danny give the book to you?"

"He said that he'd learned a lot from it and that seeing as him and I are going to...I might find it useful as well."

I felt like a right prat. Here was me coaching him on how to take her to the moon the other day, and that bastard Danny was laughing ups his sleeve at me because he knew more about sex than I did all the time! 

"You and Danny are going to do what?"

"Have sex...intercourse...make love."

"So, you've already decided on that then?"

"Yes I have. Look, Joel, what's the problem? I've already done it with you...which is a lot worse than me doing it with Danny, you're my brother!"

"I thought it was something special between us."

Mel stopped in her tracks and spun me around to face her. "Oh, Joel! You are so childish at times! It is special between us! Much more special than you will ever, ever comprehend! And that's why I resent your questions so much! Especially the last ones."

"Which ones were they? I've forgotten."

"You asked if Danny and I have been 'up to something' and whether I've been seeing someone else. The answer to both is no!"

"It just seems like you suddenly know so much more..."

"The book...and womanly instinct...and Mom probably talking to me a little bit more about 'things'. Even she wouldn't let me go into marriage knowing absolutely nothing of what to expect."

"Marriage?"

"Norman Franklin has approached Mom and Dad."

"Norm Franklin? Shoot! Has he asked you?"

'Not yet."

"Norm Franklin...!"

"Let's forget about that for the moment, it may never happen. You're still not completely happy about Danny, are you?"

"What do you expect?"

"Try to stop thinking about yourself for a minute, Joel, and think about me! What you and I do thrills me more than I ever thought possible. But, before I marry, I have to find out if the same can happen with someone who is not you, my brother. And I will get married one day, Joel; it's inevitable. Maybe it will be to Danny, although Mom and Dad would fight that. 

"In the meantime, I want you...and I don't want to lose you, not yet."

How could I respond to a declaration like that without sounding trite? Even a kiss would have been banal. I just took Mel's hand and we walked with fingers entwined until we had to appear in public.

We had a short stretch of highway to negotiate before we reached our property, so had to stop for a moment to let Mel put her tracksuit on. As a male, I could get away with just a shirt. Just before Mel put her pants on she murmured, "There's one thing I know for certain though." Her eyes were downcast, but she had a secretive little smile on her lips.

Warily, I asked, "And what's that?"

With a wicked giggle, she pressed my hand between her legs with both hands and rubbed my fingers on her crotch through her swimsuit; "I really do love sex!"

Mel turned to me when we reached our gate. "And as far as the other thing with Daniel Connor Delaney goes, I read about it in the book. Danny knew I would have when he started forcing me to take him so deep. I felt trapped and angry, but at the same time, I wanted to prove to him that I could do it. Once I got over the wanting to gag, I could breathe around him quite easily."

Did you like it?"

"I can't say that it did anything for me, but Danny sure enjoyed doing it. You should have felt his legs shaking! You'll have to tell me what's so extra special."

The invitation behind her words went straight to my groin. "I wish I could do it right now!"

"I don't, my throat is sore."

"Well, Danny got what he deserved for not listening to you! You were awesome!"

"I hope he's learned his lesson!"

By now, Mel and I were late for dinner, resulting in another 'grounding', this time for the both of us. More extra chores and no swimming for a whole week! Danny would be pissed!

But, Mel and I still had governance meeting night!



Three's A Crowd Ch. 08



"Joel..."

'Yes, Melissa..."

Mel was basking in that contented, post-orgasm feeling of well-being when she just loves to talk. One day, I will probably find that other women do that too. But, right now, her behaviour is unique.

She snuggled her breasts against the side of my chest and, as had become her habit, nudged her nose to the side of my neck. "Joel, have you ever thought about finding a girlfriend?"

"Fat chance! Can you imagine me sitting about two feet away from some frump in a long baggy frock with her knees pressed together, and some old hag of a chaperone listening in on every word?"

"She may be very pretty for all you know! But you make a good point...not really your style now is it? But Colleen says she thinks you're kind of cute. She's not an Adventist...I wish I could wear short skirts like her."

Colleen is Danny's oldest sister. She is the same age as Mel and in the same class at school. Her mother respects the Adventist 'modest dress' requirements, so Colleen's 'short skirts' come halfway down her calves. Which is still very dowdy compared to girls I have seen in my infrequent visits to the real world. With most girls around here, you are lucky if you see an ankle!

The news that Colleen Delaney thinks I am 'cute' sent a nice warm feeling through me, but one has to be realistic. "Ha! Me associating with Colleen would be about as acceptable to Mom and Dad as you going out with Danny Delaney! Besides, Danny wouldn't have a bar of it."

"Why not?"

"As far as he's concerned, it's fine for him to be screwing someone else's sister, but just let some guy dare to touch his!"

"Danny isn't 'screwing' me as you so crudely put it!"

"Don't split hairs, Mel! You told me yourself yesterday that you are going to do it with him. It's only a matter of time!"

"It's not exactly written on tablets of stone."

"Humphhh!"

"Joel...!"

"Ok, Mel, let's pretend. What would you do if I did take up with Colleen and do the same things with her as you plan to do with Danny?"

"I'd scratch her eyes out!"

I laughed, "You're worse than I am!"

"Don't be mean!" Mel started stroking my belly, sending anticipatory tingles through my groin. "Do you like me doing this?"

My steadily hardening manhood gave her my answer without me having to say a word.

"Ok then, what if I could persuade Colleen to go in a threesome with us two, like you are with Danny and me?"

"You'd love that wouldn't you! Two gorgeous young women pandering to your every want!"

"So, you have two handsome, virile young guys fighting to give you all the orgasms you ever dreamed of! What's the difference between the two? Hmmm, Colleen is rather lovely though." 

Yes, Colleen is a real beauty, with flashing green eyes, milky white skin like her brother, but not so many freckles, and a lush, curvy body. Her crowning glory is an extraordinary mane of gold-shot auburn hair that reaches way past her waist.

"What about me? Aren't I lovely too?"

"But, you're only my sister..."

Mel tried to whack me. But I was ready for her, catching her by the wrist in mid-air. I brought her hand to my lips and tongued her palm, "Ahhhh, but such a wonderful sister! Come on, Mel!" I prompted. "You haven't given me an answer. Would you do a threesome with Colleen?"

"That was nice! It sent shivers all the way down my spine to my you-know-where."

"Answer!"

"I'd still want to scratch her eyes out, especially if you paid more attention to her than me."

"Is there a hidden message in what you just said? Ok, let's take it further. Just suppose...would you get it on with Colleen as well as me?"

"Aha! I've heard about the ultimate male fantasy, watching two girls having sex! If I wanted you to, would you get it on with Danny?"

"Don't be crazy, girl!"

"Well then, by the same token, why would I want sex with Colleen?"

"Um, well, er...it's different with girls..."

"What do you mean, 'it's different with girls'?"

"Well, you get to be such close friends, sleeping at each other's houses and stuff, sometimes in the same bed. And you have crushes on each other and all that."

"And that makes us all hot to have lesbian sex with each other?"

I sensed I was fast losing the argument, "More likely, then..."

"Well hear this, brother mine! Even if you and I were in the hottest ever threesome with Colleen Delaney, there's no way I'd want to have sex with her, no matter how much you begged!"

"What if she begged?"

"You never give up, do you! No, not even if Colleen Delaney begged!"

"But, you're going to screw her brother..."

"Oooooo! You are impossible! And if you keep carrying on like that, I will definitely screw her brother!"

"Ok, Ok...peace, lovely sister!"

"Joel, am I really lovely?"

"Amazing! But, I'm biased."

"What's the best part of me?"

"Your eyes."

"My eyes? Not my breasts?"

"Well, they are exceptionally beautiful, especially pressing up against me like they are now." I caressed a breast with my fingertips, making her nipple stiffen. "I just love the way they curve, and these dusky-pink nipples, especially when they swell up in my mouth. And I love the way your boobs jiggle slightly and sway when you walk around naked."

"My nipples love it when you suck and kiss them. What about my tummy, isn't that nice?"

'Aaaaah! Your tummy! I would fight wars for your tummy! I still haven't kissed every inch of it yet!"

"You concentrate too much on my navel and the furry bit at the bottom! Well, how about..."

"There's that little line of fine hairs that leads from your navel to this nice springy forest, and then to that lovely flower between your legs."

"Flower?"

"Yes, it's just like those orchids Aunt Clara grows. Wonderful, subtle colours and dark mysterious folds...and the little 'throat'...Mmmmm!"

"What does my sex smell like to you?"

"Honey, field mushrooms, musk like you catch on the breeze when the Franklin's stags are in rut, but nearly as strong! And seashells mostly. And garlic when Mom uses too much of it!"

"Your semen smells and tastes of that too. What does my sex taste like?"

"It depends...at first it can be quite sharp, then, when you get worked up, it gets sweeter...salty cream and honey..."

"Mel rubbed her thighs together, squeezing her pussy lips. She was gently stroking my erection now. "How about my legs?"

I pushed my hand between her legs. "I could spend all day kissing these beautiful thighs! There is only one place about you that's softer and more creamy satin smooth than just here," I touched the wonderful inner skin up near Mel's pussy.

"Yes?"

"Inside your vagina."

"Ahhhh!"

"I love the way your leg muscles flex. And your legs look so different from other angles, or depending on whether you are walking or standing still, or sitting or lying down. And those super-fine little hairs that glisten when they catch the sunlight! Legs are wonderful things, and yours are just magic!"

Mel is one of those rare females whose body hair is so fine that she will never have to shave her legs.

"You are doing exceptionally well here, Joel! Who has been giving you lessons in flattery? What have we missed?"

"Your buns."

"What about my buns?"

"I didn't realise just how completely erotic and inviting they are until the other day."

"In the woods at lunchtime?"

"And tonight."

Mel squeezed her thighs together again, clamping my hand against her muff. Her voice took on the telltale husky tone that told me she was getting aroused.

"Tell me about my buns."

"I wish you could understand the way I feel about them..."

"Perhaps I should get together with Colleen after all, I might get the idea from seeing and touching hers!"

"I didn't know you'd be so easy to persuade! Your buns are so smooth; and white; and rounded; and firm; and they roll delightfully when you walk. And they have that sexy deep cleft dividing them leading all the way underneath you to the gorgeous flower we were discussing earlier. I daydream about your bottom in class."

"You'll be bottom of the class if you do too much of that!"

"Ha ha! Very funny! How much longer have I got?"

"Three weeks...what are you going to do?"

"I don't know yet...forget that! Let's talk about now!"

I was just marking time at school before I left for good. In the next couple of months, I had to make big decisions about my future: whether to stay at home on the farm, or go to agricultural college or university, where I would like to try for an engineering degree. Or, to accede to my parents' ambitions and go to a seminary and study to become a pastor in the Church.

Mel was quiet for a few moments. She hand was now between my legs, gently fondling my balls.

"Now...tonight...what's been special about tonight for my brother Joel?"

"Everything! And it's not over yet!"

"Oh, come on, Joel, humour me."

"Well. For a start, there's just you and me; and nobody else!"

"Stop that...go on..."

"Well, when you came in absolutely stark naked and..."

"And who was laid on his bed wearing nothing but a huge erection?"

"You were so 'hot', you ran upstairs as soon as Mom and Dad left; I didn't want to delay you."

"Ha, ha!"

Then you climbed astride me..."

Mel swung over me, "Like this?"

"And your breasts hung beneath you...such beautiful, soft, pink-tipped cones..."

"I told you not to touch them then, but you can now if you want. Ooooooh! That's nice!"

"You wouldn't let me hold your buns either! And, I looked down past your breasts, past the curve of your lovely belly to that dark fluffy tuft of hair between your incredible thighs..."

"And...?"

"And then you pushed your sex down onto my penis and slid it up and down the underside, just like you're doing now."

"And you pushed up against me. It felt so hot and hard...it feels the same now! What did you feel?"

"You were very juicy and slippery and we were making wet, slushy sounds when we rubbed on each other. And all those nice pre-cumming feelings started to build up in me."

"What I really meant was: what did you feel inside you?"

"Full of happiness and wishes that we could be together like that forever."

"What are you feeling now?"

"The same. We are together...marvellous...happy.... How about you?"

Mel's breathing was getting deeper and faster. "If I told you, you'd never stop running!", she gasped. "Apart from the 'wet, slushy sounds', what else?"

"Your breathing getting faster and faster, it is again. You were sucking in huge breaths and letting it out in rapid little puffs. And you were moaning and begging me to..."

I didn't get the chance to say, because Mel took over. "Stay with me..." she groaned. "Oh Joel! Oh Joel, that's so...! Hold on like you did last time! Don't cum yet, please wait for me! Oh my God! It feels wonderful! Please wait...please!"

I dug my fingernails in my palms to distract myself with the pain, like before. And I held on, and held on! And we moved together faster and faster.

"Oh gosh Mel! That feels incredible!

Mel's boobs swayed and banged together while her bum gyrated and pumped. And when she stopped, just rubbing her pleasure spot over my glans, I knew she was right on the brink. She moaned that it was starting and begged me to cum with her.

When I started spurting Mel squealed and squashed right down on me. She reached and tried to push me inside, but I wouldn't let her, it was too dangerous. Then...

"No Mel! No...!"

"Joel! I can feel you cumming! It's so wonderful! Yes, sweetheart...yes! Yes! Mmmmmmm...oh yes!"

Mel pinned me down with her pelvis. I was scared, but still a willing 'victim'. She was not cumming this time after all; maybe I was too quick. Or maybe she had tricked me. But she had got me inside her hot, tight sex canal and I was totally out of control. Pleasure tinged with fear ripped through me. What if Mel got pregnant!

My sister sat upright on me, staring at my face while I panted and flapped like the rainbow trout I saw Danny's dad land one day out of the river. With a perplexing, enigmatic, almost detached look of concentration in her eyes, Mel slowly ground her pelvis, clamping and releasing her interior muscles around my shaft. It was as if she was using her sex to extract every drop of semen from my body.

Mel descended on top of me, crushing her breasts on my chest with her full weight. My penis was still nestled in her sheath. She forbade me to take it out. "Let it get soft and fall out if it wants to," she breathed.

"That was madness, Mel," I said gently, not wanting to start an argument. "What if...?"

"I know...I know. Don't ask me the reason why..."

"But, we shouldn't take the risk again. And then there's Danny as well. I wonder if they sell things in the store."

"Yes, they have condoms, I have seen them, although I don't know who would use them around here," Mel answered. "You are right, I suppose. But, Danny will take some convincing; he is Catholic."

"Promise me it'll be 'No condom, no sex'!"

"I promise," Mel sighed, "even with you after tonight." She clamped her inner muscles again. "You are staying nice and hard."

"It feels so wonderful in there, my man doesn't want to leave."

"Stroke my buns, Joel."

She would not have to beg. I caressed and gently squeezed her firm, smooth, plump bottom flesh while Mel squeezed and fluttered around me from within. She supported herself on her arms and offered her breasts to my lips. She sighed with delight as each nipple ripened from the roiling attentions of my tongue. My hard rod gained entry to her innermost being. We roused each other to ever-greater heights of tense anticipation, Siamese twins, euphorically joined at the groin. And when I answered her request to touch her on that forbidden place in the same way as I did on the day she lost her maidenhead, Mel dissolved in a long rolling orgasm that drew my seed from me in ecstatic sympathy.

The next day, Mel saw Danny and I nose to nose in the middle of the sports field, with Danny red-faced and waving his arms violently. As soon as she could get me alone she asked me, "What was all that about? It looked like you two were going to start fighting again."

"Just testing him."

"What for?"

"I told Danny that I was thinking of asking Colleen to go with me. So, when he fell out of his tree, I suggested that, if it was such a bother to him, he, Colleen, and I should have the same arrangement as he has with you and me. Then, he could keep an eye on me while I screw his sister, in just the same way as I keep an eye on him when he is screwing mine. He didn't take it very well."

"I'm not surprised, especially if you said it exactly like that!"

"No sense in trying to sweeten it up. What's good enough for him should be Ok for me."

"You are forgetting I haven't yet had intercourse with him...and I wish you wouldn't keep using that word! It makes me feel cheap and dirty. Do think of you and me as 'screwing'?" 

"Of course not!"

"Then why say it when you're talking about Danny and I?"

"Would you prefer I use the 'F' word, then?"

"Now you really are being childish! Anyway, maybe Colleen hasn't developed the same interest in sex as I have. She seems quite young and naïve, even to me."

I snorted my scepticism, despite the fact I had also found her to be so on my visits to Danny's house, "Or Danny keeps her all to himself."

"That's always a possibility, but I doubt it. Do you really want to have her? Maybe I could put in a good word for you."

"I was just winding Danny up."

"I could ask him to bring her swimming. He'll do anything for me."

"Anything to get into your pants...except give me the chance to get into Colleen's, I'll bet!"

"We'll see..."

At the dinner table the following evening, Mom and Dad announced that they had been chosen to represent our congregation at a church convention in the city that weekend. Norm Franklin would drive them to the bus at lunchtime the next day, Friday, and they would return on Sunday afternoon. Normally, they get one of our older relatives to come and chaperone us when they go away like that, but it was not possible at such short notice. 

"So, you two will have to fend for yourselves for two nights; you are old enough after all."

Mel's eyes flashed at the news. But we had no opportunity to talk about it, as Mom was busy giving her instructions about household things. And Dad took me to one side to tell me what he wanted me to do to get the vegetables off to market the next day. I would not be going to school.

When Mel got home in the afternoon, she told me that she had spoken to Danny at school and invited him to our house on Saturday afternoon, when all good Adventists are shut up indoors reading the Bible. 

"It was on condition that he brings Colleen to the swimming hole next time. He promised. He also promised to bring condoms with him. Lots of condoms."

Mel was like a cat on hot bricks that evening and would not come to my room. She even locked her door so that I could not go to her. Imagine how pissed I was at that!

We sat with the Franklin family as usual in the morning. On our way out of the church, Danny's hot, lustful stare at Mel very nearly gave the game away. 

Outside, Norm took Mel to one side and talked to her very earnestly. I guessed correctly that he was 'plighting his troth'. Mel told me later that she had told him that she would think about it.



Three's A Crowd Ch. 09



Mel wanted to do it her way, and all in her room, She refused to use the towels that we now protected my bed from stains with. Instead, she placed clean white sheets on her bed. She would wash, dry and press them in the morning before our parents returned. 

Which one would Mel choose to have her first? The thought nagged at me all morning. I was soon to get my answer. 

Smiling demurely, she took us both by the hand and led us upstairs. With downcast eyes, she stood in the centre of her room and asked us to undress her. When we made her naked, Mel took her chosen one's hand and led him to her 'marriage bed'. I needn't have wasted my energy worrying. Of course, it was Danny.

Mel got onto the mattress and waited for Danny to undress. 'You look good enough to eat,' I thought. And then with envy flooding though me, 'Well, I suppose that's just as well, because Danny will be eating you in a very few minutes!"

It took Danny about 10 seconds to strip off. As I knew she would, when Mel opened her body and held out her arms to welcome her new lover, she gave me that challenging look: 'go or stay, it is your choice'. I turned on my heel and left them to it. I sat on the porch in the sunlight for nearly ninety minutes before I heard Mel's sharp cry of pleasure from above. Fifteen minutes later, Danny appeared at the flyscreen door, still naked, and said, "She wants to see you."

Mel was well organised. We could not dispose of any used rubbers down the toilet, because they would eventually be noticed when Dad pumped the septic tank out. So, on the floor beside the bed, there was a small plastic tub. In it, three used condoms swam in Danny's spilled semen. Mel had straightened her bed linen, but it was no longer as pristinely fresh as it had been earlier. She sat with her knees drawn up and with her back against the padded headboard. Her sex lips were swollen from prolonged intercourse. Her pubic hairs were matted and the insides of her thighs caked with the dried residues of their encounter. I knew why she had not visited the bathroom to clean herself up – yet another challenge for me.

Mel saw me eyeing the contents of the tub. "Danny came very quickly the first time, " she said quietly, "and I had to make him strong twice with my mouth before he could stay with me long enough to give me any pleasure. Even then I had to help with my fingers."

I just nodded my acknowledgement of this information. I had no idea why she wanted me to know; it was purely academic to me.

She asked, "Why didn't you stay?"

"I'll give you three guesses…and I am not referring to those things." I indicated the wrinkled scraps of rubber in the tub.

"I was disappointed."

I shrugged.

"It might sound strange to you, but I really did want you to be there."

I snorted my disbelief.

"I ached for you when he finished so quickly."

"Yeah, right!" I muttered under my breath.

Mel patted the mattress near her, inviting me to sit. Despite my earlier resolution, whilst waiting on the porch, that I was going to have nothing to do with her, I crossed the room and sat down. But further away from her than Mel had indicated.

In a small voice, she said, "I take it that you don't want me then?"

I felt as though a lead weight was pressing my entire body down. I stared at the pattern on the carpet with my elbows on my knees and shrugged again.

"I want you." She whispered.

I cleared my throat, "How can you? I find it impossible to believe after seeing three of those." I nodded at Danny's used collection; "You were able to completely ignore my existence for almost two hours!"

Mel closed her eyes and swayed as if I had just slapped her. "Ok then. If that's how you truly feel," she sighed quietly. "I don't want to fight with you about it, Joel. Go and tell Danny to come back to me." A tear trickled slowly down her cheek.

I touched Mel's foot to tell her that I was sorry if I had hurt her, and with a heavy heart climbed to my feet to do her bidding.

Her flying form reached the door before I got halfway across the room. She slammed it shut so hard the wall shook. Mel pressed back on the panels with her breasts heaving and eyes flashing. "Tell me you don't want me!" she demanded.

I could not tell her that, because it would not be true. I admitted, "Perhaps I want you too much, and too selfishly." 

"One day we are going to have to give each other up completely."

"I know, perhaps it will make it easier for both of us if I start right now."

"No! Not yet! I need you!" More tears slid from Mel's eyes. "I need you too much!"

My resistance crumbled. I put my arms around her and held her close. Her body heat burned its way through my clothes.

Danny banged the door with his fist and yelled, "Is everything alright in there, Mel?" He must have heard the crash and thought that I was beating Mel up.

She extricated herself from my clasp and opened the door slightly to let him see that she was Ok. "Yes, Danny, don't worry. Everything is fine."

"You're crying! What is Joel doing to you?"

She told Danny, "It's between Joel and me. Don't worry. Go downstairs for a while. I'll come and get you."

Mel closed the door and turned to me. "I felt just then that you do want me, Joel. Let me prove to you that I want you too."

I wiped the teardrops from her cheeks with my thumbs and kissed her tenderly. Her fingers scrabbled at the waistband of my pants. Mel broke our kiss, dropping to her knees and dragging my chinos and underwear down in one swoop. 

"Make love to me, but promise me you won't cum!" she panted before taking me hungrily in her mouth.

I held back, gently moving my cock head just beyond her lips, but Mel grasped hold of my buttocks and dragged me closer and deeper. I felt her gag slightly when my manhood first invaded her throat, but then she regained control, swallowing me rapidly, inch by inch until I felt her nose pressing into the base of my belly and my balls softly bumping on her chin.

All too soon, the tide started to rise inside me and I tapped Mel on the shoulder to tell her I was approaching a crisis. She withdrew from me quickly, not wishing to push me beyond my ability to hold back. We examined my member gravely. It glistened with her saliva in the early evening light. If anything, it looked longer and fatter than it ever had before. "I can't believe I took all that inside me, " she breathed, running her fingertips all the way down my cock's wet length to my pubic bush, thankfully, staying away from my more sensitive parts. She asked, "What was it like?"

"Unusual…I could feel you breathing around me, and your throat working as we moved. It was beautiful, but nothing like being inside you down below though…I know which I prefer."

The brilliant smile Mel gave me would have melted Antarctica. She held up her hands to be helped to her feet, whereupon she divested me of the rest of my clothes. Taking both my hands in hers, she led me to the bed, saying "Come, brother mine, make marvellous love to me."

Putting a condom on was a fumbling affair that first time, but we managed. I asked Mel afterwards if it had been the same with Danny and she said, "No, he put them on all by himself. He practised all yesterday evening." 

Mel lay back on the sheets and pulled her legs up and wide apart for me to make her wet again. She tasted and smelled strong after her long session with Danny, but by now I wanted her so badly I could not have cared less. "Let's make it last, Joel," she sighed when my thick shaft finally parted her lower lips and stretched her channel. "Let's make it last a long, long time." 

Entering her wearing a rubber was not nearly the same as naked flesh to naked flesh, but on the bonus side, the condom made me less sensitive to the incredible warmth and smooth, clinging wetness of her inner walls. We made love with a profound, intense passion, watching the excitement and joy at being together in each other's eyes, and bringing each other to the precipice several times and then backing away. 

After a miasma of soaring pleasure, Mel panted, "It's time, Joel! Can you cum with me?"

Afterwards, as we lay shaking in each other's arms, savouring the closeness we always shared after our orgasmic throes, Mel whispered that she missed the warm flooding feeling of my sperm leaving my body for hers. "Even having you stay without risk doesn't nearly make up for it."

A few minutes later, she kissed me tenderly and said, "I am going to get Danny. Will you stay? Please!"

I agreed with a great reluctance. Danny, also, was less than impressed when he saw that I was not going to leave him and Mel on their own. So much so, the erection that Mel had led him into the room by disappeared almost completely and my sister had to work on him for some minutes to restore it.

Mel rested her head on my upper leg while Danny took her. It was at first a surreal experience, watching Danny lunge fiercely into my sister's body. She in turn wrapped her legs around his back to draw him tightly in and met his every driving thrust with equal ferocity. 

It was a contest, with each one trying to subdue the other. They seemed to be trying to batter each other to orgasm instead of seeking to explore mutual wants and needs, and to discover new delights. Mel's breasts jounced and bounced on her chest with the force of Danny's pounding jabs until she reached for my hands to cup and hold them. She stuck her tongue out and taunted him, in just the same way as she used to when she was a little girl who had gained a parental favour ahead of me, increasing the fury of his assault. Mel helped herself to cum with her fingers again, gripping my hands resolutely to her breasts and provoking Danny with her eyes as her spasms swept through her.

My erection was renewed by the time they finished. Mel grasped my shaft and rubbed it against her cheek. She licked me up and down, wriggling her tongue lasciviously. She pulled my groin to her and rubbed my cock on her breasts, using me to arouse her nipples and leaving snail trails of pre-cum on her flesh. And all the while, her challenging stare never broke contact with Danny's eyes. Then she made me take her from behind. And while I did so, she sucked and massaged his flaccid tool and restored him for another round. 

When Danny was almost hard, he held and pushed her head down in an attempt to make her take him in her throat, but Mel knocked his hand aside and hissed, "Never!"

Danny and I are virile young men at the prime of our sexual powers. That evening, before he had to go home, we used fifteen condoms between us. Danny had her in the ratio four times to my one. Mel came at least seven times, three times with me and without using her fingers to bring it on. I had the feeling that Mel could have gone on all night without respite, but Danny had to leave by 10 o'clock, because he and his family were heading off to town on their monthly visit to their church the next morning.

With Danny gone, Mel and I bathed together and then retired to the relative freshness of my bed for the night. Cuddling in the darkness, we talked of our feelings about the night's events. I could not place a finger on it, but I was left with the impression that Mel withheld a vital piece of information from me. In the morning, we made gentle love with our mouths and hands before rising to restore her bedroom to respectability and take the slimy residues from the night before to a back paddock for burial.

For some reason that I could not fathom, when Mel got to her next period, a few days after that first evening, she became distracted and sullenly morose. Her bad humour went on for several days, but then she suddenly brightened and assumed an air of quiet determination.

Mel and I continued to make love whenever we found ourselves safely alone. But only in extended foreplay, because Danny maintained strict control of the condom supply. He was determined that Mel and I could not have protected intercourse unless he was there. I knew that it was his payback for my 'it's none of your business' warnings and the occasions when Mel and I got together without him. 

Mel truly loved the sex act and, in particular, the first feelings of being entered during sexual intercourse. Being parted and filled was, for her, both comfortingly familiar and fresh and exciting every time. She joked one day that she would like to have a hundred men take one after the other just so that she could have that feeling time after time after time. Her relationship with Danny puzzled me, and she would not give me an explanation why it was so. Their encounters were always confrontational, sometimes savagely brutal. They tore at each other; rolling, snarling and rutting like wild animals. It was always my task at the end to help Mel wash the dirt and grass stains from her skin before we went home.

In all the times I was with them, Mel and Danny never kissed or exchanged a tender word or touch. She rarely came with him inside her without assisting with her fingers, but when she did, it was like a summer storm: short, noisy and violent. Danny sometimes won a sexual battle, but Mel always won that day's war. 

Once, when the three of us had just entered the woods on our way to the swimming hole, Mel suddenly left the trail and went to stand with her back against a large pine tree. She lifted her dress, pulled her panties down at the front while thrusting her loins obscenely out at him, then challenged Danny to take her on the spot, "If you think you're man enough!" 

With a ferocious growl, Danny smashed Mel back against the tree and ripped her dress and bra from her shoulders, down to her waist. He held her there by the throat with one fist whilst he extricated his tool from his pants with the other. Then without bothering with a condom, he rammed into her, grinding Mel back against the rough trunk and repeatedly lifting her clean off the ground with the force of his thrusts. She clung to him, laughing wildly and urging him on, daring him to leave his sperm in her womb.

I was scared. Mel was goading Danny beyond reason. The consequences could be disastrous. But, when he was about to cum, Danny withdrew and threw Mel to the forest floor. Then he knelt astride her face and finished his orgasm off, flooding her face and hair with his sticky semen. For a second I thought that he was going to spit in her face as well, but eventually he regained control, got to his feet and stalked off in the direction of our ultimate destination.

Mel climbed upright, staring defiantly at Danny's retreating form. Her back was filthy and covered in deep, bloody scratches. She dropped her dress right off so that it would not get ruined and set off after him at a run in just her panties, leaving me to pick up her clothes and other things and bring them with me. When I reached the clearing by the pool, Mel and Danny were rutting again, scratching and biting, and rolling on the turf.

I did not have sex with Mel that day. She fought Danny to a standstill and then dismissed him contemptuously. They did not use a condom once. Each of the five more times Danny spurted, Mel made him do it on her face. It took me nearly an hour with her in the pool to clean the stringy residues of Danny's cum from her hair and deal with the hundreds of tiny bark fragments and scraps of mud and grass mashed into her wounds. I had to pick them all out one by one. I must have missed a piece, because one cut later became infected. Mel will wear a pale two-inch long scar on her left shoulder blade for the rest of her days. Perhaps she will gaze at it in the mirror when she is in a comfortable middle age and reminisce about this wild episode in her youth, and the hate-love relationship she had with a strapping, redheaded young Irish lad.

Mel had a sore back for several days. How she hid her wounds from Mom over the following two weeks while she healed properly, I shall never know. After a ten day long, nail biting wait, her period arrived to reassure us that there had been no accidents.

She exacted her revenge on Danny three days after her period finished. Not suspecting her intentions, I acceded to her request that I take her from behind while we knelt astride Danny's head. The only way he could avoid watching my shaft sliding in and out of Mel's love channel was to close his eyes. To my surprise, he gazed at the sight avidly. 

Our lovemaking was prolonged and fantastic! Mel came close to orgasm and sensed that I was also going to cum. She pulled my rod from her and quickly stripped my condom off. Then squeezing and milking out my every drop, she directed the shooting gooey mess all over Danny's face. He desperately tried to get out of the way, but Mel made sure he got it all. She then squashed her sex-dripping pussy down onto him and rubbed it and my sperm all over his features until her orgasm roared through her.

Mel released Danny eventually and hissed at him, "Put a condom on!" When she was sure he had complied, she slid down his body and stuffed his tool into her sex. Then while she rode Danny's wildly bucking torso, she licked our slimy juices from his face.

Mel never took Danny deep in her throat. In fact, she only ever used her mouth to arouse him and would never let him cum after that very first time. She also refused to let him take her from behind. Anal sex was pictured and explained in detail in the book he gave her, and she told me she knew that Danny would try to force it on her at the first opportune moment. 

Although Mel would not permit Danny go near her there, she never forgot her pleasure at my tentative touch on that day just before Danny destroyed her virginity with his finger. When we were by ourselves on governance nights, she often asked me to tease her again. And one time, when I had kissed and licked every nubbin of her spine from the back of her neck to her tailbone, and a daringly little way down the deep crevasse of her buttocks, Mel carried my hand back there and pressed my finger to her. Together, we softly rubbed the puckered little entrance. And together, we pushed my finger past the tight portal into her slick body heat. With her other hand underneath her, Mel brought herself to orgasm. From within, I felt the rapidly rising beat of her pulse as her climax drew near and then her body clasped my finger frenetically with each pleasure spasm. That was the one and only time we did it. Mel was sore for a day or two and did not want to repeat the experience.

Danny almost tricked Mel once by flipping her over onto her belly and throwing himself on her when she was 'out of it' in the midst of an orgasm. What he did not know was, that Mel had asked me to always watch out for him to make a move like that. I dragged him off in a neck lock and was just about to punch his lights out, when a pocket hurricane shoved me to one side and took to him. Danny ended up with a black eye and a jagged rake from her fingernail across his cheek, but inevitably, Mel's ultimate response was to subjugate his manhood with her sex. 

Danny reneged on his promise to bring the gorgeous Colleen along to the swimming hole, as I told Mel that he would. Mel then persuaded me to make a move, but I delayed too long. A young man on a motor bike from out of the district started to call on her. He was a Catholic lad from a good family, and Mr and Mrs Delaney were keen to see the relationship develop.

I thought that I had missed out on my opportunity to 'get back at' Danny through his sister. But one hot, dusty day, when I went to the swimming hole alone to cool down, I was proved wrong, although not in the way I expected. My decision to go for a swim was made on impulse and I had no swim shorts or towel with me. When I got out of the water, I stood naked in the sunlight to let it dry me off. Its rays were warm and sensuous, and I closed my eyes, thinking back to the evening before and the sexual bliss that Mel and I had shared. Naturally, my shaft began to thicken. I began to bring myself to the point of release, spurred on by the imagined anticipation of the naked Mel kissing her way down my belly to take me between her lips. 




Three's A Crowd Ch. 09



Then, unexpectedly, I sensed that I was being watched, probably from the same spot that both Mel and I had used to secretly watch each other 'a hundred years ago'.

'Right!' I thought. 'Whoever you are, if you want to spy on me, I will really give you something to think about!'

Still playing with my erection, I inched my way closer to where my unknown observer was hidden. As I got nearer, I could discern a shape, crouched down in among the bushes. Judging by the person's size my hidden 'Peeping Tom' was a 'Tomasina'. 

I knew of two entrances to the hiding place. One of them was by a pathway that led from the main trail leading to the swimming hole. The other was via a gap in the bushes close to where I now stood and a narrow passageway through the undergrowth. Betting that whoever it was would remain where they were when I disappeared from view until they made sure of where I had gone; I dived into the gap and along the hidden path.

I was right. She was still on her knees, peering through the bushes into the clearing and looking for me. And she still had skirt up above her knees and her hand underneath, presumably inside her panties. She squeaked with fear and turned her head towards me as I burst into her hideyhole. Her dark eyes were huge panic-stricken saucers, like those of a cornered doe. It was Danny's youngest sister, Siobhan.

"What are you doing spying on me?" I demanded hotly.

Her voice shook as if she was about to burst into tears, "I'm sorry, Joel, I saw you come into the woods and I followed you. And then…"

She stared at my rampant cock waving in front of her eyes, rooted to the spot and visibly shaking with terror. Siobhan still needed to be taught a lesson. I held out my hand to help her to her feet. Shakily she stood up. Her little nipples were hard points sticking through the thin cloth of her bodice. Without thinking, she gave me the hand she had been touching herself with. Looking gravely into the wide black pools of her eyes I drew her closer and carried her fingers to my mouth, where I licked her salty juices from them. The tip of my rigid shaft sticking out in front of me pressed on her belly through her dress.

Siobhan is as unlike her brother and sister as chalk is to cheese. Whereas they are tall, air skinned and flame-headed, Siobhan is short and slight with a dark, fey, gypsy-like aura of knowing mysteries and the ways of casting spells. Danny and Colleen are 'ordinary' people, but Siobhan is super-intelligent and artistic. Un-teachable at our school any more, she leaves even the upper stratospheric reaches of Mensa far behind, and is waiting to be old enough to leave home for university. Self-taught to read in German and French, she devours the likes of Nietzsche and Kant, Sartre and Voltaire, in their native languages, and reads English-speaking thinkers as well. She is a throwback to Danny's granduncle Patrick who was Professor of Philosophy at Dublin University.

I have always liked Siobhan; have never thought of her as 'just a kid'. I admire the eager way she crams knowledge about all things into her thoughts. And her free, untamed qualities burn like a beacon compared to the other youngsters in our rigidly conformist society. In another time, she would have disappeared off to California to be a hippie or gone to live in an ashram in India. We have always talked a lot, under the watchful eye of schoolteachers and her parents, of course. She teases my mind with ideas. But, when she sometimes launches into metaphysical abstracts during these conversations, she leaves me feeling like a moron.

Mr and Mrs Delaney do not allow Siobhan to draw pictures of people; her insights into character are sometimes too incisive and show through in embarrassingly honest ways. I have often caught her studying me with her obsidian eyes as if she is picking thoughts out of my mind to examine them; like a jeweller checking a diamond for flaws and judging its worth. Considering the disparity in our intellectual levels, I have always found her interest in me puzzling. 

But now, for once, she was just a frightened little girl. I led her out onto the sunlit grass. Siobhan always got landed with Colleen's hand-me-downs and looked buried by them. Slowly, I undid the buttons on her dress, deliberately prolonging the tension. Her eyes followed every movement of my fingers. I undid the fabric belt at her waist and slid the cotton off her shoulders. The garment cascaded around her feet, leaving her in just her bra and panties. My heart crashed in my chest like a steam hammer. A nerve in my left leg jumped uncontrollably and my tool jerked repeatedly as if someone was touching it. She was magical in her small but shapely beauty!

That was as far as I intended to go, but a subtle shift of power occurred. By some sleight of mind, Siobhan took charge. Holding my eyes in a hypnotic stare, she reached behind her, unsnapped the strap and let her bra drop to join her dress. Her breasts were small, pert and wondrously formed. She removed her panties swiftly to reveal her sparse, dark bush and pirouetted with her arms held out to the sides to let me view all of her. Then, taking my hand, she stepped out of the pool of discarded clothing and pulled me down to lay beside her on the green carpet.

Siobhan is a woman in all but legal years. She led my lips to hers. Her kiss was all soft innocence except that her fingers found my hard shaft at the same time. I broke away and protested quietly: "You are too young!" 

But she just smiled and said, "I know…" and trailed her fingers over me even more while she entered me through my eyes and wandered freely in my mind. 

Her lips creased in a little satisfied smile. Siobhan let go of my manhood but the memory of her soft touch tingled on. With her hands, she took me to the tips of her breasts and I kissed them tenderly. Her virgin nipples responded hungrily to my lips. I kissed the outlines of her ribs beneath her skin. I kissed her soft belly and then the soft, black springy hairs on her mound. For all her worldliness, Siobhan revealed her youth and inexperience when she sucked in a sharp breath and jumped with surprise that I would want to kiss her there. Involuntarily, she opened her tightly closed thighs slightly and I pushed them further apart to admire and gently kiss her exquisite lower mouth. 

I returned to look her in the face. She traced the outline of my lips with her fingers. I put out the tip of my tongue and licked them. They still tasted of her sex. 

She said softly, "I have watched you and Melissa. You are so beautiful together, much more than just brother and sister; and so in love."

My mind reeled, "Where?" I demanded, aghast that Siobhan might have watched Melissa, Danny and I together here by the swimming hole.

"At school…in church."

I breathed a mental sigh of relief, "And what about Mel and Danny? Have you noticed anything about them?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Are they beautiful together too?"

Siobhan's answer was a dismissive; "There is a chemistry…otherwise…psssshaw!"

She pressed a fingertip on my forehead, between my eyebrows, as if she was boring into my brain. "Joel Withers, I believe you and I are going to be a exceptional people in each other's lives…we will mean a lot to each other for the rest of our days. We will start on the 25th of January next year. You know…I have had the hormonal drive to fornicate ever since I was twelve years old, but I have had to wait until my next birthday. On that day, finally, our esteemed lawmakers will very graciously allow me to have control of my own body…the arrogant pricks! Promise me, Joel, even if there is a foot of snow on the ground, you will meet me here?"

"I promise."

"If you don't, I shall haunt you forever…but then, I intend to do that anyway."

When I tried to ask her what she meant by that enigmatic promise, Siobhan moved her fingertip down over my the bridge of my nose to my lips and whispered, "Shhhhhh!" Then she regained her clothing and left me; stunned and deflated as though I had been engaged in a ten-hour sexual marathon.

I told Mel all about this strange encounter except for my promise to meet Siobhan and take her virginity. Mel's eyes narrowed when I repeated Siobhan's words about her, Danny and me. But she made no comment other than, "I haven't mentioned it before, because of her age, but I have noticed it at school…Siobhan watches every move you make…she adores you."

For the remainder of those golden summer months, Danny and I took my sister together whenever she asked. She often went for two weeks or more without mentioning it, then suddenly she would make me arrange for Danny to meet us at the swimming hole. On these occasions, Danny always had her much more often than I did. But, then again, I still had the other times.

Then, one early autumn day my world imploded.



Three's A Crowd Ch. 10



 "Will you, Norman, have this woman to be your wedded wife, to live together in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love her, comfort her, and keep her, in sickness and in health; and forsaking all others keep thee only unto her so long as you both shall live?" 

 "I will." 

"I wonder if he realises what he's getting into?" Danny hisses excitedly.

"For God's sake, Danny! Shut the fuck up!"

Mt words echo around the church like a gunshot. Everyone in the congregation turns as one and stared at me. My father moves as if to leave Mel's side to come and deal to his errant son, but Mel holds onto his arm and stops him. My mother is crying.

It started off, like most things between Mel and Danny, as a challenge.

"I bet you wouldn't dare to get underneath us again while Joel and I are having sex in the doggie position!" she taunted.

Of course, Danny was going to do it! There was no way he would give in to Mel on anything like that. Besides, I had a sneaking feeling that Danny got really turned on by watching my tool sliding in and out of my sister's pussy.

Having got him there, Mel's next challenge was: "I bet you're too chicken to lick my clitoris while Joel is making love to me!"

Now this was a bit more daunting, for both Danny and myself. I did not want him licking my dick any more than he wanted to lick it! No matter how accidental it might be! But, again, the combative nature of Danny's relationship with Mel won out and he raised his head from the grass to find the target area.

Just to make sure that my dick would be well out of the way, and my balls would not come near Danny either, I shifted my position behind Mel so that only half of my shaft was inside her. As well as that, I didn't thrust into her as deep as I had been previously.

Everything seemed to go all right for a minute or two, when Mel suddenly sucked in a sharp breath and hissed, "Oooooh! Stop for a minute, Joel, I've got to pee!"

I heard Danny mumble something about Mel not having the guts to see it through. Which of course got Mel's dander up and caused her to tell me not to bother stopping, but to carry on. A minute or two later, Mel visibly relaxed and muttered that her need to pee had gone away.

Since I was avoiding Danny and not pushing as deep into Mel as I would normally, the head of my cock was only moving back and forth by about half or maybe an inch at most. And because of my position, my shaft seemed to be somewhat bent, exerting unusual pressure inside Mel's sheath a short distance in from her pelvic bone. It wasn't uncomfortable for me, but not the way I customarily liked to feel myself inside her.

Mel unexpectedly let out a hoarse moan and muttered, "Oh yes, Joel, just there!"

A few seconds later, she said it again, but this time with a good deal more urgency in her voice. Even Danny noticed something unusual in her tone and stopped trying to lick her and let his head fall back to the grass.

Mel started 'growling' softly in her throat and bearing down even more on my shaft so that I was now moving no more than a quarter of an inch at a time. "Oh Joel! It's happening! Oh! It's soooo beautiful! Oh my goodness! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ooooooh!"

I felt a sudden rush of wetness against my legs and heard a loud "Aaaaaargh!" of protest from Danny, "You bitch, Mel! You've pissed on me!"

Mel let out a wail of horror and tore away from me. Sobbing wildly: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she scrambled to her feet and ran to the river with her hand clasped tightly to her crotch.

Danny yelled after Mel that he was going to get her for pissing on him and then grabbed her towel to wipe his face and chest with. I looked at the fluid Mel had splashed on the front of my thighs. It didn't look like urine to me. Urine is clear gold- coloured liquid, this was a thin, milky-white. I collected some of it on my finger and tasted it. It wasn't at all bitter like pee would be; it was almost tasteless with a faint sweetness.

Danny got a warning with my clenched fist under his nose, never to call my sister a 'bitch' again. Then I told him, "I don't think she peed on you. I think Mel ejaculated this stuff when she came!"

"Don't be bloody daft, Joel! Girls don't cum like us! She pissed on me!"

Just then, Mel interrupted our discussion, taking her towel from Danny to dry her body on, then picking up her clothes and dressing quickly. All the time, she sobbed and cried, and told Danny how sorry she was for wetting him like that. Mel paid no attention to me when I tried to tell her my theory about what had happened, and before I knew it, Mel was running off home.

"Danny, I swear I'm right! Mel ejaculated!"

"Look Joel, I know you think the world of your sister, but what you're saying is fucking stupid! Come home with me and we'll get on the Net and I'll prove it to you!"

Danny had to eat crow. At first, we got nowhere with our search. And then I insisted that he type in the keywords 'female ejaculation'. Bingo! There were hundreds and hundreds of pages! Some of them with pictures, but most of them scientific papers and discussion groups and 'How To make It Happen' instructional sites. 

I got Danny to print off a page that had very clear directions on what to do, backed up with letters from both men and women about how wonderful the orgasms are and what an amazing experience it is to make one's partner 'squirt'. Leaving him to carry on looking, he found a site with extremely graphic pictures, I ran all the way home to tell Mel the good news. But she wouldn't even speak to me, let alone look at the printout I had brought home.

It took me two days to convince Mel that I was on her side and that I would prove it to her on our next 'governance meeting night'. In the meantime, I memorised the instructions from the website and, as was stressed in the notes, made sure that my fingernails were cut very short and smooth. Just before Mel came to my room, I scrubbed my hands and nails to make sure they were completely clean. She raised her eyebrows at the number of towels I had laid out on my bed, but I told her that they might be necessary.

We cuddled for a long time while I gained her confidence and aroused her; then I got Mel to lay on her back with her knees drawn up. I knelt and sat on my heels between her thighs and told her that I was going to put two of my fingers inside her vagina and was going to press my fingers up inside her against the 'front' wall, just behind her pubic bone.

"If I do it right, you're going to feel as though you want to pee, just like you did the other day, but relax and ignore it. You can't pee during sex; the feeling will soon go away. And while I am doing all this, I want you to bear down on my fingers and push as if you are a little bit constipated."

Mel nodded uncertainly, but bit her lip and told me to go ahead. We almost had a disastrous finish in the first few seconds, because Mel, to her mortification, broke wind the first time she bore down on my fingers. Luckily, I was aware that this could happen and was able to reassure her that it invariably happened like that the first time.

I curved my fingers and pressed firmly upwards towards the inside of her pubic mound. Almost immediately, Mel sucked in a sharp breath.

"Want to pee?" I asked her.

She nodded furiously.

"That's good! Relax and it will wear off soon."

It happened just as the notes said it would. A tiny hard lump seemed to pop out of the wall of Mel's vaginal sheath. I carried on 'beckoning' with my two fingers and pressing quite firmly against it. Mel visibly relaxed. She became less tense and the worried frown on her brow cleared.

Suddenly, she smiled, "Joel! It's happening again…that amazing feeling! Oh! I wish you could feel it too! It is so, so beautiful!"

Mel started moving with the pressure of my fingers. She inhaled and exhaled deep shuddering breaths. A dark red flush crept over her upper chest and neck. She uttered tiny sighs and gasps of wonder. And then Mel arched and cried out my name.

A stream of warm, white fluid shot forcefully from her genital area, soaking the front of my legs, my belly and my crotch. Mel groaned with ecstasy and arched again. Another stream splashed me; and then a third, and a fourth. In all, Mel squirted more than seven times in diminishing amounts. And all the while she mumbled and sighed how phenomenally deep feeling were the orgasmic tides rolling through her.

I collected some of her fluids on my fingers and we shared the taste together, convincing her also that what she ejected was not urine. She demanded that I make love to her and said she didn't care that we had no protection. She felt so wonderful, she just wanted to feel my penis inside her and be one with me. 

Mel held me tight in her by my buttocks and burst into floods of tears when I released my sperm. And she held and held me until it was time for us to break apart and clean up before our parents caught us out.

The next evening, I had just taken a shower to clean of the sweat and dust from working in the market garden with my father, and was coming downstairs on my way to dinner, when I heard Mel on the telephone. She was softly saying, "Ok then…goodbye…We'll see you tomorrow…Bye." 

Something was wrong. The telephone was only used for family emergencies and church work. Mel and I were certainly not allowed to call anybody, and young people of our age rarely called us. I raised an enquiring eyebrow, but she just looked straight through me as if she had huge things on her mind.

We sat at the table in our usual places, with Mel opposite me, and Mom and Dad on each side of us. She pressed her foot on mine, as she often did, and I was reassured. As usual, Dad asked God for a blessing on our meal. Then Mel calmly announced that she had just accepted Norman Franklin's offer of marriage and that it would take place in a little more than a month's time.

Epilogue

"Will you, Melissa, have this man to be your wedded husband…"

I cannot bear to hear Mel say the words 'I will'! With my eyes glazed with tears, I push past Danny's legs, knocking over a stack of prayer books on the way and rush for the doorway out of the church. 

I hear Mel cry out softly "Oh, no!" But I am gone. 

Danny follows me outside, but I turn and threaten to kill him if he comes any further.

And then I run, and run and run…until, as if drawn by a magnet, I find myself at the swimming hole.

There has been an unusually early snowfall in the nearby mountains followed by a rapid thaw and the river is running high. Utterly regardless of the danger, I tear off all my clothes and throw myself into the turbulent water. I nearly lose my footing a couple of times with the force of the current, but I am beyond caring. My body becomes numb with the cold. I could easily let myself get swept away, but a saner part of my nature yells at me that no matter how devastated I am by her marriage, it would not be fair on Mel to burden her and Norm with my death.

I stumble out of the icy cold and use my shirt to dry myself as best I can. I put on my underpants and trousers then sit trembling on the riverbank staring at the river and allowing the late afternoon sun to warm me through. The endless swirls and eddies in the water mirror the turmoil of memories in my mind.

Her shadow signals her arrival before Mel herself sits beside me. She is wearing her going away clothes. She and her new husband are spending three days at his aunt's beach house and then coming back to live in a small cottage on his father's property. 
"I knew I would find you here," she says quietly. "I can't stay long. Norman is waiting for me in the car."

Mel draws her knees up to her chest and rests her chin on them. I can see the backs of her thighs and the bulge of her pussy lips and mound inside her virginal white panties. Mel knows I am looking at her, but makes no effort to cover up. I feel her put her arm across my shoulders and start toying with the hairs on the back of my head with her fingers.

She sighs, "I wish I could feel your tongue on me there and then your lovely man opening me up…one last time. But Norman would know."

"I suppose you're right," I mutter.

"It's not easy for me either, you know… You won't be here when I get back, will you?" she asks.

"I doubt it."

"Where will you go?"

"Anywhere away from here…earn some money…head off overseas…"

"And never come back?"

"I will be here in late January. I made someone a promise. After that, who knows?"

"Siobhan?"

"Yes. How did you know?"

"I didn't…I just guessed…" Mel pressed her cheek on my shoulder, "She will lead you on a wild and merry dance, but you will be good for each other. I envy her."

Mel sighed and looked around the glade. "I don't suppose I shall ever come to this place again," she said wistfully. She then made a rueful smile, "I don't think I am doing my new husband a disservice, but I don't think I shall ever cum again either…unless I find somewhere private and do it for myself… Yet, I shall always remember the amazing times I have had here with you."

"And Danny…"

"Aaaaah! Daniel Connor Delaney! Believe it or not, I don't really like him very much."

"Then why…?"

"Danny was just a body, an object to use to satisfy a need that even now I can't explain fully, not even to myself. But you… Oh Joel, I love you so much…!"

'I love you so much.' Her words lance through me to my core. For some crazy, unspoken reason, Mel and I always stepped gingerly around declaring our deepest feelings for each other. We both knew that our caring for each other was far greater than brother-sister love and I think it scared us both in a way. For my part, I almost blurted out words like that many times at special moments in our lovemaking, but now it is too late to say it to her…far too late.

"Norman Franklin is a good man…a kind man. Although he has no idea of what you and I have shared or how deeply we feel for each other, he understands that you are down at losing me. He felt lost when his older sister got married four years ago, but not for quite the same reasons I imagine. It was his idea to stop and let me say goodbye. Norman will look after me. He will never hit me or do anything to hurt me. I know I will never love him as much as I love you. But I do know that one day I will bear him children and that he and I will become wonderful friends, and that will sustain our marriage."

"But, if you don't love Norm, why did you marry him? And so quickly?"

Her warm, firm-soft pillows press on my upper arm as Mel nudges her nose against my neck; then she gets to her feet and starts to leave. Halfway across the clearing, she stopped and turns to face me, smiling tenderly. Her voice is soft and steady, belying the tears running down her cheeks: "Promise me you won't hate me, Joel."

I can never hate her, no matter what. Even as pain rips through my entire being at my loss, I can say it at last; "I love you, Mel…I shall always love you…always, for the rest of my life."

My sister, my lover, smiles again and holds out her arms for me to go to her. We cling desperately to each other with our bodies pressed tight. Our salty tears mingle as we kiss as lovers for the very last time.

Mel's voice shakes with emotion: "Thank you my darling…we shall always be together in our hearts…"

She took a deep breath, "Joel, my love, you should know that when a woman cares for her man as much as I care for you, she knows in her heart the instant it is going to happen. And then, last week I missed my period…

"A month ago, straight away after we made love, I knew what I had to do. I had waited for it for so long! 

"Joel, please try to understand…I had no choice. Mom and Dad wanted me to marry Norman…now I had I had to marry him…to protect both you and me, and the wonderful gift God has given us…

"Norman will make a very good 'father' for our child."