1 comments/ 36280 views/ 0 favorites Penny Love By: falcon29 I'm a confirmed nudist. I wish society would permit anybody to go anywhere naked whenever they want. But, oh well. At least in my own house I can strip down and not worry about it. At least I could do that before I married Cherie and she brought her eighteen year old daughter to live with us. Cherie said Penny would "probably be okay" with casual nudity, but I decided to let her get to know me a little bit. As it turned out, that was a good decision. Since then -- a year ago -- there have been a few times when Penny has surprised me in the nude. She is okay with it, but has expressed her desire to not see it too often. So I pretty much stay covered when she is likely to be around. My stepdaughter and I have gotten along well since she first came to live with us from her hometown. We trade occasional backrubs and she is very affectionate in other ways. She will frequently give me a nice hug when she comes into the kitchen, or whatever room I happened to be in. All right. I admit that I've fantasized about fucking her. I'm in my fifties. she is not my daughter, nor a child. She's a young woman who is sexually active, though the guys in town apparently don't realize what they're missing. She hasn't gotten laid since she arrived. That's something I knew because Penny is very open about sex. She was always complaining about it, so much so, that at my suggestion, Cherie got her a vibrator as a gift. One morning, I was in the shower in our new house. I had designed it, including a "party shower". I wanted a shower that didn't need curtains or doors, so I made it 4'x6'. The shower head was deep in the end of the room so the floor stayed dry outside the tiled room. As I said, I was in the shower. My wife had gone to work and Penny was still in bed. Or so I thought. Not that it mattered much. I always leave the bathroom door open when I shower. I don't care if Penny wants to come in and use the mirror, or whatever, but it hadn't happened yet. I was rinsing my hair when I caught a movement at the door. I heard Penny's voice, "Oh! Sorry!" she called. "No problem," I replied. "Did you want to shower, Honey?" "Yeah, but I can wait." "Okay. Or...you could come on in and join me. We can wash each other's back." This wasn't the shock it might sound like. Cherie had invited her to shower with both of us on a few occasions. Penny had always grimaced and turned her down. Her imagination, like most kids', didn't have room for the concept of her parents as sexual beings -- or naked beings, for that matter. So I only asked her that morning as a joke. But she surprised me. "Really?" she asked, her head appearing again around the corner of the shower doorway. The collar of her white terrycloth robe showed around her neck. I was surprised, but the invitation had been sincere, even though given in jest. "Sure. It beats using the brush to wash my back." To my surprise, she smiled and stepped into full view. She untied the sash of the robe, let it slide off her shoulders onto the bath mat, and stepped into the shower. Penny is what might kindly be called voluptuous. "Zaftig". A "BBW". Okay, she's fat. But she's very pretty and proud of the large breasts her size has given her. In all this, except for breast size, she takes after her mother. Cherie's weight stemmed from two years spent in a wheelchair recuperating from a shattered ankle. Prior to that, she was very slender -- a dancer and dance teacher. So her breasts, while not small, are smaller than her daughter's. Still, they are both attractive to me. I long ago rid myself of the prejudice that says slim equals sexy. "Sexy" comes from within, not from dress size. Anyway, as Penny stepped under the shower, she raised her arms to push her long brown hair back and wet it down. The action made her beautiful tits rise and point directly at me. She smiled and I smiled back. "Uh...Honey," I began, but she interrupted me. I had been about to apologize for the erection that was building at my groin. I wanted to tell her to just ignore it and it would pass. "Don't worry about it, Frank," she said. "I'm flattered. You know how little action I've gotten lately. It's good to see that I can get a rise out of a guy, even if it is my 'ancient' stepfather." She had that twinkle in her eye. As she spoke the last she turned away from me. It was too good an opportunity to pass up. There was her nice broad ass staring me in the face, as it were. She had just issued a challenge, and I knew she knew what was coming, though she would deny it. I delivered a resounding swat to her wet ass with my hand. She shrieked and spun to face me. We almost slipped during the struggle that ensued. It was great. I had my arms around her and her naked ass was rubbing my hard cock between us. We were both laughing -- for about two minutes. Then we seemed to both realize our position at the same time. She stopped trying to escape and relaxed back against me. Taking my forearms, she raised my hands to her breasts and sighed. I lowered my lips to the side of her neck to kiss and nuzzled her. Her hands dropped to the sides of my legs and she stroked me gently. she turned within the circle of my arms and I felt her nipples on my chest. Her mound, like her mom's was clean shaven. She looked up into my eyes and then leaned her head against my chest. Her arms went around my waist and we just stood silently there while the warm spray cascaded over us. I let my hands drop to cup her wonderful ass. She pushed her hips forward to 'hug' me with them. We didn't actually wash each other's back until a couple of hours later. We got out, dried and went up to her room. We didn't actually have intercourse, but we did have sex. I suckled her tits and licked her to several orgasms. She demonstrated her oral talents on me (something she had been bragging about, along with her fondness for giving blowjobs) and we both indulged in some ass play. After a while, we did finally go back down and shower. As I washed Penny's back I told her, rather uncomfortably, "You know, we should tell your mom about this." Penny's eyes flashed their fright at me. "No! Jesus, Frank! She'll kill you and throw me out!" "I don't think so. But I don't think I can live feeling this guilty. Besides, she'll probably be able to tell." As it turned out, I was right about that. Cherie came home that afternoon as usual. When Penny came down for dinner, there was nothing different between us than there had been for the previous year. But something -- that sixth sense some women have, maybe -- tipped her off. "Frank, come here," she said. I crossed the room to where she was sitting on the couch beside Penny. She looked from one to the other of us a few times before her eyes settled on mine. Squinting, she almost whispered, "You son of a bitch! You cock sucker!" Suddenly, she found the volume knob, "YOU FUCKED HER! DIDN'T YOU?" "Mom, no," it was Penny, gripping her mother's hand hard to get her attention before something happened. "It wasn't Frank! It was me! And we didn't fuck." Cherie's head swiveled back and forth again, her expression strange. "What, then? What happened?" I had to speak up. "Honey, it's true. We didn't have intercourse, but we did have sex." It was as much as I could say right then. Penny picked up the ball and said the only thing that could have forestalled the storm. "Mom! You were fucking Frank before you and Dad were divorced. I don't think you should throw stones." It acted like a cold splash of water on my wife. She blinked then seemed to collapse in upon herself. She broke down sobbing, her hands covering her eyes. Both Penny and I wrapped her in our arms and -- in spite of her attempt to resist -- held her until she caught her breath. "Tell me," Cherie's voice was dull. She wanted to know what we'd done. So we told her. We told her everything. She didn't look at either of us then, nor at anything else. I think she was picturing the scenes in her mind. I doubt I could have carried it off by myself. With Penny's help, her words to her mother, we made her see. Many times since Penny became part of our life Cherie has told me how much Penny had come to love me. She knew, too, that I had developed a love for Penny. Penny explained that it was only out of love that we'd done what we did. There was lust, as well, yes, but love was uppermost. I believe that the fact that we stopped short of fucking convinced her that we had, in fact, not just had sex, but that we had made love. In the end, Cherie allowed herself to lean into my arms and cry again. When she raised her head she surprised me by kissing me -- hard -- on the lips. It was a lover's kiss; a wife's kiss. She blew her nose until it was clear, then she took Penny's hand and mine. After a deep breath she said, "Okay. I guess I knew it would happen." She looked at me, then almost smiled. "You should have fucked her, so she knows what a man is really like. Then, I suppose there is time enough for that before she leaves for college." She added, "When she does leave, that will be the end of it, is that clear?" I nodded my head. I couldn't have spoken if I'd tried. My wife was giving her stamp of approval on my affair with her daughter! Just like that, Cherie had overcome her anger and the hurt she'd felt. Nearly. It took some doing over the next four months to make sure I didn't slight my wife's feelings. I had to make sure she was every bit as desirable as she had been before I tasted the delights of Penny's youthful lovemaking. Somehow I managed, though I lost twelve pounds doing it. Cherie took to claiming to close friends that I'd fucked off the weight, though she didn't say that it wasn't just her I'd been fucking. It was a couple of days after that first time that Penny and I did fuck. She was as tight as I'd imagined. She had thought she knew all about sex until I made love to her. The boys she'd had before were, as is usually the case, the quick fire type, but they could go again after only fifteen minutes or so. At my age, I am slow to reach orgasm, but it takes me a little longer to recover than it did when I was younger. It's an important difference. Penny's cries when she reached orgasm over and over again while I was inside her were music to my ears. All that took place ten years ago. Cherie died last year. Penny and her family live back east, where she grew up. I'm by myself here in the same house we three filled with love. I don't know if Penny has told anybody the truth or not. She and I have never even talked about it, even though we talk on the phone at least once a week. I have never told anybody, either, until now. I was deeply in love with Cherie, and she with me. I love Penny, but I was never "in love" with her. If you know the difference, then you have understand my story. Penny Lover Penny was a slut. That's as much as I figured when I first heard about her. Wait, I guess I'd better start this story off the right way. I'm Natasha -- Tish, for short -- and my twin brother is Victor, or Vic. He's the all-American sports boy, and I'm just the mousy kid sister, always with her nose in a book. Our Mom and Dad found out the job he had needed him to move out of our home in North Carolina, to a town in the panhandle part of Texas. Both me and Vic were just turning eighteen (he's older by two minutes), so the parentals thought it would be a growing experience for me -- as I was just finishing my junior year at the time. Well, despite my feelings or Vic's, we loaded up and moved to a place called Johnston Station; a mid-sized town, somewhere east of the bigger cities of Lubbock. All things considered, the move wasn't all that traumatic, really. Johnston had a decent enough array of shops, businesses and restaurants, so it's not like we were out in the sticks. They had two major highways passing through, and access to a small community college (something Mom liked), as well as a decent-sized golf course in the northern part of town (something that Dad really liked!). I guess I couldn't really say I disliked Johnston. What sort of irked me was that in the whole city there was only one high school; Timberland High. With just one school, that meant nearly every teenager was expected to attend, since busing to another out-of-town school was clearly out of the question! So, within a few weeks after we finished moving in to a neat, two-story town house, nestled in a relatively 'nice' neighborhood, Vic and I were enrolled in Timberland High. Being a one-school town did have its advantages. Literally everyone got to know everyone else, even by first name in most cases. It was also home of the school's major attraction: the Wolfpack; which was the collective name for all the school's sports -- football and basketball, especially. I quickly learned that in Texas, school sports were a sort of religion to the masses. The good thing about having a one-team town, was that it also cut down on typical school rivalry inside the city -- without such male-driven shenanigans, Johnston boasted a pretty good rep for a nice, livable town. I was at least glad the school had some decent enough activities for me; chess club, a fiction reader's circle and a passable art program. Perfect activities for me, little Miss Plain Jane. Vic, the handsome devil of a jock, soon got involved with the sports programs; keen to get on the basketball team, since he missed the football tryouts by a good couple of months. So, with all these positives, you have to ask: what was the negative? For me, at least, it was that gossip was the local plague among the halls of Timberland High. One whiff about something raw or raunchy, and by morning the next day you'd half expect it to be on the front page of the local newspaper! Not that I was worried for my rep. I was too much of a Miss Goody-Two-Shoes to let that get to me. I always got good grades, made sure my attendance with my old schools was near-perfect (hey, we all get sick at times, right?) and wasn't keen on going out late, drinking or causing a ruckus. *** *** *** Not long after I started classes, I made a few new acquittances and friends. One of the first acquittances was with a pair of girls -- Taylor and Suzanne -- whom didn't mind talking to the new girl in town. Even if it was someone like me, with my plain looks and none-too-hip fashion sense. I found out later had their collective finger on the school's 'pulse'. That is, they were gossip-filters extraodanare! There wasn't a slip or dab of dirt that didn't go unnoticed by these two harpies . . . especially when it came to the boys and girls who were on The List. The List, as I found out, was an informal way of Taylor and Suze to keep track of the less-than reputable students attending Timberland. If you were a bad boy, a punk, a skank, a jezebel or someone that may have caused a commotion for the faculty, chances are your name was on The List. It was because of one day, when Taylor and Suze were going over the names on their latest update of The List, that I first learned about Penny. Penny Anderson . . . a nineteen year-old redhead; member of the cheer leading squad, only child of a cotton mill worker father and -- as I found out -- one of the most maligned names in all of Timberland High. Rumor Number-One was that she'd gotten into trouble during her frosh-year, which resulted in her being held back for one year. Neither Taylor or Suze were too forthcoming with details on just what happened. Rumor Number-Two, however, they were more than happy to fill my ears with every sordid tidbit and fact . . . chiefly, that Penny was considered the school's top first-class slut. Oh, I could've felt my ears burn off, as they told me about some of Penny's 'escapades': how she once -- supposedly -- snuck into the boys shower after one day's practice, and sucked the cocks of the entire front line of the football team. Another tale, which had to be true according to Suze, was that the reason Mr. Jacobson -- a one-time teacher of higher mathematics -- suddenly transferred to a new school in another state, was because he and Penny got caught after hours in his classroom . . . clearly giving her some 'extra credit' work. There was more to be sure, but before too long I got a distinct picture of what everyone thought of Penny. Boys would snicker and make like they were undressing her when she walked by on her way to classes. A few teachers often watched her like hawks; giving her icy glares when she came into the same classrooms I attended. What was weird though, from my point of view, was that Penny was remarkably cheerful at school. Either she felt no shame at having the onus of 'slut' hanged on her . . . or there was something more to this girl's story. A side I hadn't seen just yet. Little did I know, come another four months, that I'd soon find out more about Penny the Slut that I'd never expected to learn, ever! *** *** *** It was about that time, try-outs and practice for the upcoming basketball season kicked into full gear. Naturally, my brother Vic was throwing himself into this rat-race with gusto. He was pretty lucky, having been chosen as a guard after the first round of try-outs. I was happy for Vic and he was keen to prove he had the chops to make first-string for the Wolfpack. Vic certainly had the physical 'chops' for the game. Tall, with a body made fit by swimming, cycling and a few track sports in his elementary and early high school years, Vic was a dream come-true to the Timberland school's b-ball coach. Add to that his easy-going attitude -- nothing ruffled my brother, serious! -- and the easy way he made friends and formed lasting relationships . . . . Well, is it any wonder Vic was soon on the lips of every jock, fan and swooning girl at our school when the pre-season games were played? Combined with a good team effort, the Wolfpack was well on the way -- with Vic's help -- to becoming a rising star in the district's league. It was during one of his late-day practices with the team, that this whole deal concerning Penny came about. I had finished all my class work for the day during my last period, so I came by the gym to watch the Wolfpack players practice. Finding a seat in the bleachers, I soon caught sight of Vic on the hardwood. Vic was pretty easy to single out from the rest, if for the fact of his naturally tan skin and short lemon-blond hair (the former from a distant ancestor of Mom's who was part-Native American, the later from our Dad, who had the same hair color). Add to that his rugged face, with a aquiline nose, firm lips and a pair of jade-green eyes . . . well, even I had to admit, Vic was a striking difference from the local boys. He was wearing the school's basketball uniform -- with it's signature maroon, gold and red colors, complete with a snarling wolf's head -- working on accuracy drills with a few others. He was chucking away three-pointers like clockwork, concentrating on what the coach was saying as he moved up and down the line. If you have to know, I'm somewhat a near opposite of Vic: short black hair, almost always kept in long waves to the middle of my back; fair skin with just a hint of peach highlight and bright brown eyes. I'm also a foot shorter than him, but that doesn't stop me from boxing his ears in once in a while (hey, us younger sibs have to let the older ones know who's boss!). Sitting there on the metal seats, I called out to Vic from time to time as he worked around the floor. It was cool to seem him smile back, since he and I weren't all caught up in the 'hate-you/hate-you-worse' cycle most sibs were in nowadays. It was after one time, when I cheered his sinking a basket from half-court, that I first realized I had some company on the bleachers; as a voice said, "Wow, he's really good, isn't he?" I said, "Well, he'd better be . . . after all, he's been practicing all his life," I said, not taking my eyes off my brother. "Cool, you've known him that long?" Snorting, I started to turn around to face this person, saying, "Well, yeah, he's my . . .bro-ther--." I stumbled to a stop when I saw who was sitting there. Yep, Penny Anderson. In all her perky glory, dressed in the sleeveless sweater top, pleated skirt, knee socks and white sneakers that made up the school's cheerleader outfit. She was clutching a backpack to her chest, while she smiled at me . . . a smile that, I only barely realized later, was something bright, yet fragile. "Oh, he's your brother?" She glanced back out towards the gym floor. "Wow . . . he's something else. I heard a couple of the girls on my squad talking about him. How Coach Howard was practically drooling when he first tried out for the team." "Um, yeah . . . so I've been told," I replied. I wasn't sure what to do or even say, beyond just simple answers. I mean, what sort of conversation does one have with the school slut, I ask you? Penny twirled a stray lock of her red hair around a finger. "They said he's got a great vertical reach . . . even better than Brian Cower, the center," she said. "I never thought anyone could outdo Brian, and he's been on the team for the past three years to boot." Listening to her talk about basketball made me relax somewhat. I didn't know much more that the stuff Vic talked about at home, but from what I was hearing, this gal clearly knew her stuff about the sport. "Vic did that good?" I asked. "Oh yeah!" Penny giggled. "Made Brian madder than a bronco for days," she said. Penny had one of those natural twangs in her voice; not at all forced or fake like you see on movies or T.V. shows. Putting that in with her heart-shaped face and cutie-pie looks -- we're talking button nose, a smattering of freckles, cupids-bow lips and dark hazel eyes -- and put that with her curvey, compact figure and the toned legs that stuck out from under her skirt . . . well, she was the epitome of genuine Texas beauty. As practice went on, Penny proved to me that she wasn't just some mindless twit as she talked about all of Vic's teammates; their previous year's stats, scores and such. That made me wonder again if all the talk about her was just that; talk. In time, I was relaxed enough around her, and her sweet personality that I actually found myself forgetting what my 'friends' had said and was starting to like her. "So," Penny said during one lull in our conversation. "Does your brother have anyone special?" I snorted. "Who, Vic? The boy practically breathes, eats and sleeps sports." I shook my head, even as I looked over at him -- now just joining the rest of the team as the crowded around the exit to head to the showers. "If he ever had a girlfriend . . . well, he's kept that a pretty good secret from me and our parents." Penny nodded. "So, you're pretty sure he doesn't have a girlfriend?" she drawled. "Yeah, I guess so," I said. At that, Penny switched gears, seemingly putting that bit of information away as she asked, "Hey, you have Draper's next lesson notes, right?" Mr. Draper was our English teacher. "Sure, I keep good notes." "Can I come over this week to study? I didn't . . . really, get all the notes I needed, and I have to pass his class." She looked a bit bashful as she added, "English isn't one of my . . . better subjects." I sympathized with her, since I had to struggle with English in my early years. Without thinking, I said,"Sure, how about Thursday?" *** *** *** Suffice to say, come Thursday night, Penny was at our door within an hour after school was out. I thought she'd show up in her habitual cheerleader gear, but she surprised me by showing up in a short-sleeved shirt, denim bell bottom jeans and open toed flats. The shirt was tied up into a mid drift affair, leaving her tummy exposed under a pair of good-sized tits, and she had her red curls done up in a low ponytail. It gave Dad a good case of whiplash, when he saw her walk past the den with me on our way to the kitchen. God, I thought Mom was going to bean him with the handle of her broom for ogling Penny, but when she laughed and told him to put his eyes back in his skull. Penny and I tucked ourselves into the notes at the kitchen table; pouring over the usual stumbling blocks of sentence structure, grammar and usage. We were so into it, we never heard Vic come in, fresh from his last practice. I only glanced up at the last moment, watching him fly through the kitchen however; barging through on his way to the fridge. "Hi, Mom, Dad! I'm home," he said, not seeing the two of us as he snagged a soda and apple on his way out. Penny however, clearly noticed Vic's exit, as she'd stopped replying to a couple of questions I was drilling her on. "Hey, Penny?" I gave her arm a nudge. "Penny? Hey, Ms. Anderson!" Shaking herself, Penny blinked then looked at me. "What?" "I asked you about the proper use of a colon," I said, chuckling as she blushed. "Sorry . . . I guess I was distracted." "Hm, by my brother?" I just smiled at the blush that filled Penny's cheeks; making her freckles stand out. "Don't sweat it. Come on, let's finish this." We got through all of the notes by the time Vic came back downstairs a half hour later. He'd showered again and changed into jeans and a casual, button-down shirt, with his hair combed over, still damp. When he got to the kitchen door, he froze when he saw Penny for the first time. "Oh, hi . . . um, didn't know sis had a friend over, Tish." I looked at Penny, and she was all flutter and smiles. "This is Penny, bro. She needed to study my notes from Mr. Draper's. Penny, this is Victor, my older brother." Ambling over, Vic thrust his hand at her with a smile that looked three-parts friendly and one-part smitten. "Hi. I think I've seen you before . . . you're on the cheer-squad, right?" Putting her small hand in his, Penny just blushed all the more before returning his gaze.. "Yeah, Varsity. I've watched you practice with Coach Howard's boys," she offered. "You look good . . . out there, on the court, I mean." Vic chuckled. "Well, I'm only trying to do my best, and not upset the rest of the performers on the team." "Ah, well, that might be good for them," Penny said, before ducking her head a bit. "Geez, what time is it? I promised Daddy I'd be home before too long!" She started scooping her books up into her backpack. "Thanks for the help, Tish." "Not a problem," I said. "Feel free to ask me anytime, if you need more help." Penny grinned. "Oh, you betcha!" Stopping before she turned to go, she looked up at Vic and said softly, "It was . . . nice meeting you, Victor." He nodded. "Just call me Vic, 'kay?" "Okay . . . Vic. I'll . . . remember that." With that, she waved at me, heading for the front door as quick as her feet could carry her. I giggled softly, but something was touching of a flag in my head. She's acting pretty damn shy for a reported slut. I thought. Vic watched her go, his gaze lingering on her passing long after the front door closed. "Wow, she's a new friend, I take it?" "Well, maybe," I said. Vic turned to me, frowning. "What's that supposed to mean?" I shook my head. "Just some stuff some girls said about her." *** *** *** Penny took me up on the offer for help more times than I could have counted on. Not that Mr. Draper was a hard teacher, oh no. Penny had other classes that I also took, so my ability to take good notes and decipher other things teachers told us was invaluable to her. She was a bright girl, but some concepts seemed a bit tough for her to grasp at first, but once she did understand them she never forgot the facts, figures and things we studied. One thing lead to another, and I found us becoming good friends. Oh, it wasn't just a one-way street of benefit for Penny. I got some fashion tips from her, and after a few afternoon sessions after studying, I found some of her tips and advice helping me to change from just a plain, mouse of a girl, into a girl who at least showed some better sense when it came to picking outfits. Soon enough, I cast off my old image and started looking . . . well passable, for an eighteen year-old freshman (I didn't turn a lot of heads, but at least Vic and Daddy thought I was lovely). More often than not, Penny made lots of time over at my family's kitchen table, and not just for studying. It got to the point, Mom and Dad started inviting her to stay for dinner, before sending her home for the night. She usually tried to refuse. But two things changed her mind; one, my Mom was a top notch cook, and Penny absolutely loved her cooking. Two, was the fact that, in staying for dinner, Penny got to spend more time with me . . . and Vic. I was concerned at first. I mean, I was getting to know her better, and Penny did appear to be a wonderful person and a great friend. Yet, that stigma of her being a "slut" seemed to float around her at odd moments when I wasn't thinking. I tried to tell Vic this one night, after Penny had left following dinner. "Do you know what the other kids at school think of Penny?" Vic had enough sense to blush. "Actually, I've heard the rumors." "So?" "So, what? You know I never put much faith in such talk," Vic told me, his green eyes flashing with irritation. "I've always judged someone on how they are around me, not what other people say. Besides, you're still friends with her, right?" He gave me a pointed look. "If she was such a bad girl, why do you still let her come over?" Patting me on the shoulder, he added. "Don't sweat what other people thing of her, sis. We both know different, so why should their opinions matter?" I sighed. Vic was right. He usually was a pretty good judge of someone's character. He never suffered fools, liars or braggarts, and I'm pretty certain a loose girl wouldn't stay too long in his company either. The longer Penny visited with us, even though she and I stayed good friends, the more and more she and Vic started talking and spending some of our time together. It got to the point Penny started meeting me after school let out -- if she didn't have cheer practice -- and coming over to get to studying. That way, when Vic got home from his practice, they had more time free to talk before supper. I should've seen it coming. Vic's smiles around Penny were slow, easy and full of fondness. Penny for her part lost a lot of early bouts of general shyness, and soon she'd migrated from standing or sitting apart from Vic to sitting next to him on the couch (still with a respectable distance between them), as well as taking the chair next to him at supper time. Mom and Dad were privately thrilled, since it looked like Vic was finally showing a healthy interest in my redheaded friend. I was still concerned over the fact that Penny -- for all that she grew more relaxed around Vic -- she still had an air of timidness that puzzled me. Penny Lover I chalked it up to nothing, I guess. Penny was my friend, and I doubted it would go further than just them being 'comfortable' with each other. Then they started dating. The first night he asked her out, we'd just sat down to some of Mom's homemade layer cake after dinner. It was as much a shock to me, as it was to Penny. Mom and Dad were thrilled that Vic was finally showing interest in dating; something he hardly did while he focused on sports. They only went to a movie and then to a local burger joint afterwards, and he had her home well before any possible curfew her father might have imposed. It must've gone well, because soon after that, our weekly routines had to adjust to a two-date addition; once on Wednesday, and then again on Saturday night, baring any games Vic and Penny had to attend. It must've started getting serious, because soon Vic started calling her 'Sugar', and she'd call him 'Babe' right back. Real love-dove sweet talk! Now my major concern was for Vic. Going out with a branded school "slut" was bound to be a black mark on his rep (even though we both knew Penny better . . . apparently). When I actually voiced my concerns to Vic, he brushed them off with that good-natured ease of his. I guess Vic had thought of that, since I found out later from Penny he took her to places outside of the normal watering-holes for the school crowds. She chalked it up to him wanting to take her to places that they both wanted to go, because it was as simple as "been-there-done-that" and all. Eventually though, my worries settled into a low rumble when no recriminations sprang up at school from the other kids -- and especially from Taylor or Suze, when I didn't see them mention either Vic or Penny. I really don't know why I felt the way I did, really. Perhaps I was starting to feel a bit jealous of Vic for taking up time with my friend. Or was I jealous of Penny for taking time with my older brother? Confusing, to be sure. That's when the next surprise happened. I got up late one Saturday night -- thirsty, hungry, I can't remember now -- and was making my way to the kitchen, when I heard voices in the den. Mom and Dad were asleep upstairs, and as far as I knew, Vic and Penny should've been on their date. When I peeked into the den, I got an eyeful of my older brother, on the family's love seat, with Penny draped across his lap. It was something to see. Penny was shorter, compact but build with all the right curves. Her breasts were hight and firm, and her legs looked like a cheerleader's should, but more defined in her heels. Vic wasn't super-tall -- he's only six-foot-four -- but with his lean frame he looked positively huge next to Penny's body. Her legs were clad in thigh-high hose and heels, and she wore a simple chiffon dress that was rucked up high enough to show off a hint of her stocking top. Vic was in semi-formal slacks and a shirt -- which was unbuttoned down to his waist, so Penny could run her hands over the surface of his chest; threading her fingers through the light covering of blond chest hairs. Vic for his part was rubbing his hand along her spine in slow, easy strokes; cupping her hip and bottom with a squeeze for good measure. The two were just kissing and petting; classic make out stuff. I shouldn't have been surprised . . .but then that small part of my head was still shouting; She's a slut! Why isn't she screwing his brains out by now? Eventually I saw them break off their kissing, with Penny whispering something I couldn't catch. It must've been something along the lines of reminding Vic of her curfew, because they soon straightened up and started fixing their disheveled state. I ducked out and slipped back to my room, giving them their privacy to say good-night. Yet, I didn't go back to sleep. I couldn't. I kept thinking something really wasn't clicking, if Penny had the rep that everyone thought she had. Eventually I did go to sleep, but only after replaying the image of them making out in my head . . . over and over again. *** *** *** It all came to a head the following weekend. Out of the blue, Vic surprised me by saying Penny had recommended that the three of us go out to eat and enjoy some pool or dancing at a club Vic had discovered. It was a semi-private place; not one for huge crowds, and certainly not one for most high-school scenes. He'd learned the owner was friends with Penny's dad, so it came highly recommended. I agreed to go, though I couldn't fathom why the two lovebirds wanted me along. Why? I'd be like a fifth wheel on a pickup . . . and I don't mean the spare, either. Mom and Dad had other plans, so they were gone long before it was time for us to get ready. Vic had long since gotten dressed in his best jeans, shirt, boots and leather jacket, while I was going for a denim skirt, low-heeled flats and a red, long-sleeved blouse. I was trying to fix my hair, when Penny arrived at our door. "Hi, Tish! Vic," she said, smiling fondly at him. She was wearing some jogging sweats and sneakers, with an overnight bag over her shoulder. "I brought my change of outfit with me, so Tish can help me with my hair and stuff." Vic just smiled back. "Sure, sugar, that's okay. I've got to leave ahead of you two, if I'm going to secure us a table." I glanced at my brother. "Thought this was like a pub-bar?" "It is, but you have to make a reservation to sit down to eat, Tish." Vic reached out and gave Penny a hug and a smooch. "Don't be late, you two. I'll get us a choice seat." "We won't, Babe," Penny assured him, giving him a bus-kiss on the cheek. With that, he was out the door and gone. Penny and I got back to my bedroom, where we quickly got her hair fixed up sweet and into her outfit for the night; it was a fetching blue scoop-necked blouse, a pair of camel-tan paints with a pair of matching pumps and a thin belt. In the midst of putting on her make-up, Penny kept looking at me out of the corner of her eye. I was doing a last-minute touch up, and was about to suggest we get moving, when she put her compact back into her purse and sighed. "Tish . . . can we talk?" I looked at her. "Sure. Got something on your mind?" I half expected her to be smiling or such . . . it was a surprise to see her pretty face wreathed with a sad frown. "Penny? What's wrong?" "Well, nothing but, I guess . . . can we sit down?" I nodded towards my bed, and followed her over there; sitting on the edge and facing her. I started to worry, because Penny wasn't acting like her usual, cheerful self. If I had to peg it down to a label, I'd say she looked . . . afraid. "Tish . . . you've been such a good friend to me," she said, cupping her hands in her lap. "Ever since I first met you in the gym, during practice . . . you didn't judge me, or push me away like everyone else." I swallowed a small knot in my throat. "No, why should I have--?" "Please, let me finish, 'kay?" I fell silent, letting her go on. "I really, really like that we became friends, and your family's been so accepting of me," she said. Now a small smile flickered across her face, along with a flush of blush. "Especially your brother. He's been a great guy overall . . . despite what people say about me." I shouldn't have tried to lie, but I didn't want to see Penny more upset than she was starting to get. "What have people said about you?" Penny gave me an arched look. "Don't bull shit me, Tish," she said, a little of the old Penny showing through her 'blue talk'. "You've been around Timberland to know what everyone thinks about me" With a wry twist of her glossed lips, she added, "After all, a girl doesn't become known as a fucking slut without some help, y'know." She looked up at me, seeing the disbelief on my face, and she frowned. "I know what you're thinking, Tish. It's something I can see on your face, when you don't think I'm looking." When I didn't say anything, she pressed on, her voice taking on a slight edge. "It's something I tried to fight for a while, though there's nothing that can be done about it now. Everyone considers me the school roundheels . . . the girl who's so easy, all a boy has to do is smile all sugary and, well . . . it's not true!" I squeezed her hand and asked, "So, why's everyone calling you, um, well--?" "A slut?" I nodded. "That's something Suzanne started," Penny said, the hurt coming through in her voice. "I dated her brother during my freshman year. You know him, Daniel Truman?" I shook my head. "Well, Daniel's the apple of his little sister's eye, y'know . . . before he graduated, he was top-dog on the football team, all-star and the best boy on campus. Any girl would've given her left tit to be his girlfriend . . . but, he took a liking t'me, so I went out on a few dates with him. "It wasn't until the fourth one, that I learned just what kind of boy Danny was." She shuddered, and I couldn't stop myself from leaning up to wrap one arm around her shoulders for support. She drew strength from that, and continued speaking. "Oh, he tried to make nice with me . . . but, when he started getting rough, I panicked! I ended up running away from him, with a torn shirt, hose and a missing shoe, before one of the sheriffs deputies found me on Shackelford Road." I nodded as I figured out what was coming next . . . so I opened my arms, and she leaned into me as tears of injustice started pouring out of her eyes. Wrapping her own arms around me, she clung to me like I was a life-preserver as she cried over the past-crimes of the Truman sibs. "I told the sheriff what had happened," Penny said with a sob. "But, that bastard's sister decided I'd tried to seduce her big brother . . . next thing I knew, every kid in school was calling me 'slut' and everything else nasty behind my back." She looked about set to burst into fresh tears, so I quickly reached for the tissue box on the end-table behind me. After giving her a couple, I let her dab her eyes and blow her nose before letting her return to our half-embrace, with me adding a comforting rub to her back as she tried to get her emotions under control. "So . . . what happened next?" "So, I wanted to just curl up somewhere and die," Penny said at length. "Daddy told me that I couldn't be put in another school, because he didn't have the money. So, I had to do the best I could, and ignore the jibes and whispered words while I kept attending school. I joined the cheer leading squad, because I found out later that a few of the girls had also faced some trouble from Danny in the past." She sighed. "They, sort of became my shield, from all the rumors and the hurtful words. It's also how I learned to put on a positive attitude . . . to be my armor, as it were." I nodded. "I see now," I said. "So, when you wanted to be my friend--?" "You were the new girl at school, someone who hadn't learned about the rumors (or so I thought)," Penny explained, looking at me with a fragile expression of hope, for understanding. "When I saw you had a brother, I never expected anything to happen between him and me. I was just looking for another friend. Yet, when Vic started talking to me . . . and he started hanging around when I came over to study with you--." I had to smile, a bit weak, but I smiled nonetheless. "Vic's charms won their way into your heart, hm? Believe me, I know how that can affect a girl . . . ." I trailed my words off a bit, before clearing my throat. "So now your in love with Vic." She shrugged in that little, helpless gesture I knew so well. "Honest, Tish, I only thought we were gonna be friends . . . I, um . . . I never thought I'd fall in love with Vic . . . or--." "'Or'? What?" I sensed something else was up, from the way she cut herself off just now. Blushing a flaming red, Penny looked away for a moment, then she locked her hazel eyes onto mine and whispered, "Or . . . with you too." "Me?" I squeaked, backing up from her on the bed. This was something I really wasn't expecting. "But . . . you--? Vic--?" I stumbled along, before I asked with exasperation. "How can you be in love with me? I thought we were just friends!" Getting some of her courage back, Penny said, "I think that's part of the whole deal. I mean, you were the first girl out of everyone else who accepted me . . . you must've heard about me from Suze, yet, you let me study with you, stay over for dinner with your folks . . . ." She slid a bit closer, reaching out to take one of my hands. "You've stood by me, helped me with my classes . . . even when I was getting to know your brother, I still felt, well, something was happening when I was with you." She shrugged again. "Maybe you didn't know, but while I was dating Vic, I was wishing I was going on dates with both you and him." I sputtered. "But, Vic's been your boyfriend for weeks now," I said. "How could you even be the slightest bit attracted . . . to me?" I looked down, and admitted something I've always felt about me and my brother: "Vic's the handsome twin . . . I'm just his plain, brainy little sister." At that, Penny just giggled, but it was a fondness, not something meant to be teasing. "Tish! Come on," Penny said. "Your brother's a hunk, but you're just as beautiful as he is." When I didn't face her, she reached out and tipped my face towards her with a finger. "Tish . . . you've got such a lovely face, and that hair and your smile. Geez, you don't know how much you light up a room when you do that!" I giggled softly. "Oh, come on!" "Serious!" She sighed, before gently caressing my cheek. "The two of you are such heartbreakers, it's not even funny." Her voice got all dreamy, like she did when doing love-talk with my brother. "Tish, you are a beautiful girl, and I'm not lying. I have fallen for you, girl . . . big-time hard, hit the sidewalk from the water-tower, hard." I couldn't stop the knot in my chest, nor could I look away from her eyes. Out of reflex, I said what I usually told Vic, when we were kids and he'd tell me something profound. "Honest and for true?" He must've told her this, because Penny got this warm smile as she said, "For true." Her gazing into my eyes was like iron before a magnet. Before I realized it, we had slid close enough to be nearly nose to nose; Penny's hands clutching mine to her chest as my arms unconsciously wrapped themselves around her body. I could smell the light perfume she'd dabbed on her neck, feel the warmth of her breath on my face . . . and the moment just swept me up into the middle of it all. Before either she or I could say anything, I dipped my head a bit, leaned forwards and brushed my lips across hers. Her intake of breath and the slight widening of her hazel eyes told me volumes. As did the way she sank deeper into our lip lock, sliding her arms around me in a fierce hug. For a minute, I kissed my brother's girlfriend like she was mine and mine alone. I had no practical experience in kissing a member of my own sex . . . but, with Penny, it just came naturally. When we broke from our clinch, I was panting like a race horse and Penny wasn't too far behind me on that score. I stared back into her hazel eyes . . . awestruck. Mostly by the fact that I'd just kissed my brother's girlfriend, but also by the fact that Penny was staring back at me. Her eyes were filled with mostly lust, but there was some hesitation and . . . fear? "Penny," I said, after I swallowed around the thick knot that rose again in my throat. "What's wrong?" Penny dropped her eyes. "I'm sorry . . . I just--," she said softly, her hands were clutching my back in a nervous rhythm. She drew in a shaky breath, letting it out in a rush as she added, "It's just, I never did anything like this . . . before now." That last statement floored me. "What? You're saying . . . you've never done anything with a girl before?" Shaking her head, I felt her pull back a bit. "No . . . I never did anything like this, with anyone. Either a girl . . . or a boy, before I met Vic." My heart just went out to her. "Me either," I admitted softly. Dropping one hand down to her waist, I traced a circle on the exposed flesh, just below the raised edge of her blouse, staring into her eyes. "Do . . . do you want--?" "Only if you do, Tish?" She had such an expression of longing, lust and hope. I just tipped my face towards hers, brushing her lips with mine. It was all the answer she needed. In moments we were back deep into a clinch; our hands now moving slow and gentle over each other's bodies, as we pressed ourselves against each other. Penny felt so warm, and her tongue in my mount made the tingles just drizzle like hot chocolate down my spine. We were rank beginners, but our experience grew with every pass of a hand, a stroke over skin and every wet, sucking kiss we shared. Eventually, Penny moved her hungry mouth down along my jaw, until she had her lips and teeth against my neck, nibbling and licking, making me shudder with renewed pleasure. "Oh! Yes," I gasped, trailing my nails over her back. She responded with a nip, before seeking my ear to give it another bite and suck. "God, I've wanted to do this for so long, Tish!" Penny's voice was deeper as she whispered in that same ear. She added with a light smooch to my neck, "Thank you for letting me." I just giggled, a loving sound, before I ducked my own head to return the favor. Turns out she's just as responsive when I kissed and paid loving attention to her neck. Eventually, the warmth between us grew too hot. Amid more kissing and fondling, we started to tug at our clothes, seeking flesh to flesh as our passions grew. Penny was the first to get my top and bra off, revealing my small-yet-generous B-cup tits. At once, she swooped in and latched onto a turgid nipple, making me savor her lips, teeth and tongue as I fell into a new level of lust for this red-haired girl. I matched her by slipping her blouse and bra off, before feasting my eyes on her bouncy C's; round, firm and so, so scrumptious looking. Penny giggled at my horny gaze. "You know . . . I always thought Vic would be the first to see them, but . . . I'm glad you did, Tish." She pulled her arms in, making the globes of flesh form an inviting cleavage. "You like 'em?" "I love them . . . as much as I love you, sugar," I cooed, using the pet name Vic used, before I reached up and wrapped my fingers, then my own mouth around her breasts as I began to feast. Penny was soon moaning and rocking against the bed as I twisted and sucked her nipples, licked and tried to swallow one tit whole as I drove her to bliss. Soon, her chest was wet and glistening; both nipples like large, hard bon-bon's of pink atop her creamy skinned mounds. Yes, I was loving this . . . making love to my brother's girl, while she returned the sentiment in kind. Soon enough, we stripped our remaining articles and threw ourselves onto my bed after shucking the plush comforter to get at the cool sheets below. Naked, we slipped together into a snake's embrace; arms, legs entwined, pressing bare bellies against each others, making such sinful contact as our skin hissed against the sheets. Penny got on top, moving one leg between mine, making my pussy press against the ridge of her muscled thigh with a moist motion. "Ahh, God," I moaned. The contact pressed against my opening lips, making my clit spark as it touched her hot flesh. Penny was moaning too, as her own cunt flowered open on my opposite thigh. Together, we started to grind, making our sex scent flow up and outwards; filling the air with a sweet, musk that filled our senses. With every pass, our pussies were like furnaces, fueled with the fires of two teenagers' lust. Holding on tightly to her body, I could feel a sheen of sweat over Penny's back, making my hands slide across her spine as she squirmed. "Mm, Geez you feel so good, sugar!" My fingers rode down until they met the tops of her butt cheeks. Feeling her taut muscle under my touch, I slipped my roaming digits further to cup her undulating ass and rode with her as she made slow, steady fucking motions against me. Penny Lover "Oh, fuck, Tish . . . gawd, you feel great! So . . . mm, so wet on mah leg," Penny cried, her Texas twang coming stronger as her own passions climbed in harmony with my own. Rocking back to match her pump for pump, I dug my fingers into her cheeks, sighing as our cunts were dripping a virtual river of cream. "You feel . . . ah, ugh, so . . . good to me, too, Penny!" Penny must've been coming close to her peak. For myself, the quiver in my pussy heralded my own release, but this one was going to be an orgasm to beat the band! Bigger than anything I'd ever done in my own solo explorations of my pussy. Our simpatico rhythms were starting to get out of synch, but neither Penny or I cared as our climaxes were tipping nearer and nearer to the edge with each second. I felt hot. I felt so out of control . . . yet, I felt loved. Writhing on my bed, with my arms wrapped around the one girl who'd become a friend, my brother's girl and now my lover in the span of nearly one year's time I felt the passion in my belly and pussy spiral out of the reins of control. Unable and not wanting to check it, I let the orgasm rocket outwards, crying in unfettered passion as I heard and felt Penny join me for the ride. Our thighs were drenched with the outpouring of honey, and the fires sparked with our release threatened to burn us both to a crisp! Literally sobbing -- and I could feel the trails of tears running down the sides of my face -- I collapsed back onto the bed in exhaustion as the aftershocks of my climax wracked my body to the core. Penny held herself above me, arching back for a few moments more, before she drifted down to settle on top of me; her gasps and pants in time with the tremors racing over her own curvy form. We lay like that for an eon . . . until I felt Penny's arms relax a bit to shift up and encircle my shoulders. "Oh, gee-zus," she moaned, a last shudder rippling over her as she put her face into the middle of my chest. "Gawd, Tish . . . I . . . I never . . . ." I smiled, eyes closed at the sound of awe in her voice. "Yeah," I said thickly, "me too . . . ." Nuzzling her nose against my chest, Penny giggled tiredly before she kissed me there. "Mm, but it . . . was so good, to do . . . to make love to you," she said, that dreamy quality of her voice making both my heart and my pussy melt. I raised my arms and stretched, before wrapping Penny up in both of them to hold her slowly-cooling body to my own. "It was . . . incredible, no doubt." Raising my head, I looked down at her red-haired head and placed a fond, loving kiss on its crown. "I also know . . . that I couldn't have asked for . . . anyone else, to do that with." Tipping her head a bit, Penny looked up into my face -- her hazel eyes turned practically golden -- as she smiled and said, "I love you, Tish." "Love you, too, Penny." From the way I felt, holding her just then, I knew we just weren't done with each other. Oh no, not by a long shot! *** *** *** We were relaxing on my bed, having just made each other orgasm in a glorious sixty-nine and afterward had cuddled up together, when I sensed someone at my bedroom door. Penny had her back to my front, both of her arms wrapped around my right one - cradled between her breasts like a cherished Teddy-bear -- and my leg draped over both of hers as we lay nude on the sheets. Looking over her shoulder, I focused on the tall shape, looming in the half-light streaming in through the window behind my bed. "I wondered why it was taking the two of you so long to come to Endleman's." His voice was deep, but not angry or accusing. The memory of where we had planned to be tonight made me wake up more. "Vic?" I shook my head, clearing my eyes as I stared over Penny. Vic was leaning against the jamb, his arms crossed over his chest. "Well, at least you remember who I am." Vic tipped his head, arching one eyebrow at the two of us. "You want to explain why you're in bed, naked . . . with my girlfriend?" I felt Penny stirring, so I dipped my head down to kiss her exposed shoulder. "Mm, that will need some time to get everything out, bro . . . but, the short answer is this. Penny didn't just fall in love with you. She's fallen for me, too." I shook my head to silence Vic as he tried to talk. "Save it for later, Vic . . . right now, your girlfriend needs you." I gave Penny a lingering caress as I freed my arm from her embrace, before motioning Vic to come inside. I could see him hesitate. "How can you tell me that, after she's with you, like this?" I could see his face draw up into iron. Clearly he was feeling betrayed by both of us, but he wasn't turning away from the both of us, either. I challenge any red-blooded male to deny that not one of you would just turn around and leave, if confronted by the sight of two naked women, clearly in the afterglow of having sex with each other. My brother clearly was turned on by this, but it wasn't his libido I was worried about just then . . . it was his heart. If I didn't handle this right, there was a chance it and possibly Penny's would be broken before this night was over. "Vic, don't leave her like this," I said, coaxing him closer as I ran a hand gently over Penny's body. "She doesn't want to lose you . . . she's just someone who gave her heart to two people." I shrugged a bit, seeing the skepticism in his eyes. "If you don't believe me--?" "Tish . .. don't." That came from Penny, who was slowly waking up, sighing under my caress as she opened her eyes. Turning, she reached up and pulled my face close, kissing me softly before she said, "Let me talk. Vic needs to hear it from me, not his sister." I started to protest, "Penny--!" "No, Tish," she said firmly. "Lover, let me handle my boyfriend. He's got to understand how I feel for you both . . . because this isn't about just me, or you or him now." Vic's voice sounded tense. "Just what is that supposed to mean?" Looking up at my brother, Penny said, "It means just that, Vic. I love you, and I fell for you first, Vic, but I can't deny my feelings for Tish, either." She glanced at me with a fond smile. "Your sister's friendship showed me how special she is to me." "But . . . how can you not chose--?" "Because I just can't, and I won't so don't even think of asking me to do that, Vic." Raising up on one elbow, Penny fixed Vic with a level gaze. "Vic, do you love me?" Vic swallowed, but his posture hovered between defensive and compliant. "Penny, I . . . oh, sugar," he said softly, finally losing all the iron in his face. "Do you even have to ask me that?" "Then you should know this; I couldn't stop myself from loving you, nor loving your sister, than you could ever stop yourself from loving me." Penny looked at me, seeing the concern and love in my face. "Tish feels the same . . . you can just see it, can't you Vic?" Facing him again, she pushed herself up to sit on the edge of the mattress. Unconcerned with her naked body, she said, "Babe, this is who I am. I'm a girl who's got enough room in her heart to love two people at the same time." She gave him a half-smile, before reaching back to take my hand. "I'll admit, I never expected to fall for a brother and his sister . . . but, that's what's happened." I felt confidence from her words and her gesture of love. Clutching her hand, I smiled back, then looked expectantly at my brother. Vic looked torn, but not as much as he did before. Penny clearly had his heart, but was her love for him enough to let him love him . . . and me, as well? "I won't force you to stay, if you can't share me with Tish . . . but, I don't want to lose you, Vic." Her smile faded as she gazed into his eyes. "Please? Don't go . . . don't leave us?" I heard Vic groan with despair. He needed to make up his mind. That's when I decided it was time my brother needed just one small bit of coaxing. "Vic . . . if you really didn't want Penny, you'd have been out that door by now." I squeezed Penny's hand, and rose from the bed, not caring if Vic could see my nudity. "I know you better than even she does, brother. She's the first and only girl you've ever loved." He just smirked. "Not true," he murmured, looking at me as I closed the distance between us. "Still, you love her," I said, taking his hand in mine as I focused on his eyes. Please, don't run away after tonight, I thought. "She may love me, but you're her first love, Vic." I nodded towards her; looking so small on my rumpled bed, as she looked at the both of us. "Let her prove that to you, bro . . . get over there and love your girl." Vic swallowed, his throat moving in the soft light of my bedroom. "Tish, I--?" I cut him off with a touch to his lips. "Vic, either go make love to Penny, or I'll knock your block off!" I said with a mock scowl, which fell into a laugh as he recognized the old playful threat I used to give him years ago. *** *** *** After that, I became a spectator to an unfolding sex act in my own bed. Vic's tension broke with my use of a childhood jibe, and he impulsively hugged me before he turned and moved to join Penny on the bed. For a while, there wasn't more than whispered words between them; asking forgiveness, seeking affection and confirming the feelings they both had for each other. Then, while I stood there watching, Penny got Vic out of his clothes and down to bare skin in seconds. I knew he was fit, but seeing him bare made both my heart and pussy twinge. His legs, butt and back were lean and cut with muscle; like a marble statue carved by the Greeks. I didn't get to see much of his front, as he slipped in next to Penny and proceeded to make out with his girlfriend, but she must've enjoyed what she saw if her gasps and a brief smile I saw was any indication. At first, I thought I should leave and give them their time to be alone together. Reaching out to my nightstand, I scooped up a button-up sleep shirt and tugged it on, turning towards my doorway. However, I only got one step towards the door, when I heard Penny call to me: "Tish! Stay with us, please?" I turned and looked back at the bed. Penny was now on top of Vic, who was looking at me with some trepidation, even as his large hands were rubbing over her curvy body. "I . . . are you both sure?" Penny gave me a loving look. "Girl, you're not going to leave me alone with your brother! Not after what we did together," she said, giggling at the sharp look Vic gave her. With a kiss to his lips, she added, "Besides . . . I had my first with you, it's only right that you share in my first with him." I glanced at Vic. He had his mouth half-open . . . but then he closed it, smiled and just nodded towards the bed. That was all the confirmation I needed. I slipped over to the end and made myself as comfortable as possible; Vic was large enough to take up most of the available space on my bed as it was! Leaving my night shirt open, I watched with love as both Penny and Vic started their own journey of exploration with each other. Unlike my turn, it was clearly a whole new world of sensation for Penny, what with Vic's athletic body under her fingers, lips, teeth and tongue. For his part, Vic was relishing the feel of his girlfriend's ample curves, soft skin and delightful textures. His face was wreathed with wonder -- clearly I'd forgotten he was as much a virgin as Penny was. In time, they moved from one phase of their loving sex-dance to the next, eventually coming to the apex as Vic took Penny's virginity. I was there, holding onto one of her hands as her head was cradled against my lap as I looked into her eyes in the exact moment he thrust his hard cock into her. She gasped and stiffened, even though we had both known about the possible pain of deflowering . . . but in moments she was smiling with bliss as she and Vic began to fuck with slow, steady motions. I felt blown away by the sheer absurdity, yet the obvious heat of this moment; my brother and his girlfriend were making love, while I sat with them and watch their lovemaking grow. With each passing moment, inexperience transcended by love made them move with more confidence, lust and assurance. Vic's face was rimmed with sweat, yet filled with awe at the feelings linked to him through his turgid dick, deep inside Penny's cunt. Penny moaned and cried with every thrust and withdrawal, clinging to my brother and me as they both climbed to the summit of bliss. At the apex, they both fell from the dizzying height and plunged onwards. Penny cried fresh tears as her release trigged my brother's; his cock planted deep into her intimate flesh, where I knew it was spurting warm sperm into her waiting womb. His groan rumbled, to where I could feel it in my own chest. When it ended, Vic tipped back and came to rest on his knees; panting as his softening dick hung down over his wet balls. Penny was sprawled against me, her legs still spread as her body quivered with the aftershocks. Looking at my brother, I saw the utter contentment in his smile; a young man who thoroughly enjoyed his first fuck. "Feeling good, bro?" I asked rhetorically. Vic couldn't even form words. He just groaned, shivering as his own body reacted to the aftermath of their lovemaking. Penny was gasping softly as she shifted and curled up towards me, wrapping her arms around my waist. I stroked her hair, letting her snuggle into me. "I take it you like it, too?" "Nah . . . ah-hmm, I luved it," Penny said, her voice thick and sweet. Suddenly, with energy I didn't think she had, she popped up and swiveled towards Vic, putting a hand on his chest as she leaned up to kiss him tenderly. "Thank you, baby . . . thank you for luvin' me so good!" Vic lazily returned her kiss, smiling from his mouth and eyes as he gazed at her. I thought that the night might start winding down at that point . . . how wrong I was, when Penny turned back to me with equal fervor, drawing me into a deep kiss. Surprised, I nearly balked but before Penny's intense passion I was quickly melting into her. Pulling back a bit, she smiled and giggled at the deep desire sparkling in my eyes. "I just can't help it, Tish. I gotta have you again." Who was I to deny her? With her spunk and sexy body, I doubt anyone could refuse her charms. It must've been something for my brother to see; his girlfriend and sister kissing with building lust and love, just a scant measure of distance in front of him. As Penny and I slowly twisted around each other, I snuck a quick glance in his direction. Vic was now sitting with one leg curled up, the other propped in the air, leaving his crotch exposed and his prick, which was at half-mast. Soon, Penny had my night shirt off and cast away, before she had us positioned with her back to my headboard; her buxom body under mine as she lay beneath me, hands and feet caressing my warm skin with slow-yet-eager motions. I was partially up on my elbows and knees, feeling her hard nipples graze my own as I swayed back and forth, rocking to make the sensitive flesh spark new waves of pleasure inside me. Adding to this was the long, lingering kisses we shared, that only added to my own building lust for this wonderful, redheaded girl. Pulling back, I murmured against Penny's cheek, "Oh, God . . . you didn't have to do this to me." Penny bussed my other cheek. "No, but how I can I not give back some of the pleasure you've let me have tonight?" I chuckled. "I'd say you've gotten more than your fair share . . . from me and my brother!" With a giggle, Penny moved her hands to hold onto my upper arms, before she slipped her legs around to hook them behind my knees. "Mm-hmm, but I'm not so sure you two have gotten your fair share tonight." Before I could decipher that cryptic remark, Penny tipped her head to the said, staring at Vic from beneath my quivering body. "Babe, you like it when I love your little sister like this?" I heard Vic's voice get deep with fond lust. "Can't you tell, sugar?" I heard a soft slap of flesh behind me. "God, you two look so . . . so . . . damn!" I heard Penny make a puckered sound -- a blown kiss towards my brother -- before she asked, "So, you like the way your sister looks with your girlfriend, hm? Never did see her like this before . . . all naked and horny, all exposed like this?" I heard a hiss as Vic sucked in a deep breath. "Uh-huh," he said. God, this was a new element to the twists and turns this night was taking! Penny's talk and the knowledge my brother was getting turned on anew, plus the constant touch from my redheaded lover was making my pussy open up and go positively molten. "Mm, she's a hot lil' gal," Penny said, breaking my thoughts as she turned her face back to me. "Too hot for just one person to handle, all alone." She kissed me quick, before dropping her head back, licking her lips with a wicked grin as she suddenly tightened her hold on me. Gazing at her, I frowned for a second . . . then her words sunk into my lust-filled head! Before I could say anything, Penny trilled a moan and then called out to my brother. "Vic, come help me make love to your sister . . . help me show her how much we both can love her, together!" No, way . . . he wouldn't! I thought. I just knew my older brother wouldn't even consider--! "You sure, sugar?" Vic's presence suddenly loomed in behind us; the heat from his buff body radiating like sunshine against my bare skin as he knelt at my backside. I tensed at this completely unexpected turn, but all Vic did was stay on his knees. "You want me . . . to, um . . . you really want this?" There was a soft tone of hesitant-yet-eager awe in his voice. As he waited for Penny's reply, his hands fell down onto my hips, cupping them gently. Shocked to the core, I couldn't stop myself from shivering . . . but the groan of protest I should've given was overwritten by a moan of heat and longing. I felt my pussy twitch, a spurt of honey oozing from my nether-lips . . . oh God! I didn't think it was possible for me to feel this hot! For Penny, but for my own brother? Penny kissed me again, doing in lovingly as she relaxed her grip to let me slowly setting onto her plush body. "Yes, baby, I want this . . . but it isn't for me alone," she cooed, talking to Vic, but staring into my eyes with warmth. "Your sister . . . she deserves this. If she hadn't been my friend, or let me become your girl--." Biting her lip, she shivered as her own body was wracked with a mini-orgasm, she made herself that hot. "Vic, please . . . don't wait. Help me. Help me love your sister, now!" Unable to speak, I just lay there -- my heart racing, my mouth dry and my pussy getting wetter with every moment -- and waited. With a moan, Vic moved in close behind me and bent over our entwined bodies, running both hands up my sides to brace them on my shoulders. I felt his body crowd in close, his cock -- newly aroused -- tapping against my bare thigh. I felt his firm, soft lips press into the nape of my neck; his kiss making a ripple of fresh heat race down my body to pool in my sex. "Tish, forgive me . . . but, I can't help myself," he said softly, almost purring as he trailed more kisses down onto my neck and up to my ear. With a whisper, he added, "God, I can't deny it, but I want to fuck you, little sister." Moving one hand from my right shoulder, down over my rib cage and underneath to cup the breast that dangled there. I gasped with the thrill of his breath in my ear. "Oh!" Penny sighed with a giggle. "Vic, you naughty boy! You really wanted to fuck Tish?" I couldn't believe my ears, but that didn't stop the sparks flying across my body. "Can you blame me, sugar?" Vic caressed my tit, pinching the nipple until it turned to stone. "Tish may be my sister, but I can't help but notice how she's grown up . . . grown so lovely over the years we've lived together." Penny Loves it Public Penny was home alone and bored. It was too nice an evening to be cooped up at home, so on a whim, she put on a dress and some heels and went out to get a drink. As she entered the bar she could see that it was only a little busy, with about twenty people or so scattered around the various tables. One group of guys near to the door all turned their heads as Penny swept past them, her heels clacking on the hard floor. As luck would have it, she saw her friends Don and Laura sitting at the bar. She joined them and spent the next hour in relaxing, pleasant company with jovial conversation and a few glasses of an easy drinking Pinot Grigio. Don got up to go to the bathroom. Feeling relaxed and a bit tipsy, Penny confided in Laura about the secret fantasies she was starting to have. She couldn't stop thinking about being manhandled, dominated and used sexually in public. She explained about how should would like to be used as an exhibition of how a submissive should be treated, in order to generate maximum shame and humiliation. She confessed that she had even been looking to join a club or something for like minded people. Where should could get to act all this out. "Wow, so you'd really like that? In front of a room full of people?" "Oh, yeah...." stuttered Penny ashamedly. "It's even turning me on just talking about it." "Ummmm, just go with me on this....." replies Laura. Looking over Penny's shoulder at the now returning Don, she grabs Penny's right breast in her left hand and begins to fondle it. "What are you doing?" gasps Penny, but Laura isn't listening. She sees Don's quizzical look as he draws near and pulls Penny into a passionate kiss. "What's going on?!" Don demands loudly. This developing scene is starting to draw the attention of some of the bar's other patrons. "It was Penny. She's been a bad girl and was leading me astray!" Realising what Laura is doing, Penny bravely decides to join the game. "Yes, it was my fault. I tried to seduce her." "Oh, really? Trying to steal my woman from me, were you? Well anyone who wants to try that has to get through me first. Do you think you're ready to try out for a bit part in this relationship?" "Yes. Of course. Just tell me what you need me to do." "Well I think we need to get a proper look at you first," suggests Laura. "To see what you've got. Everything but the heels comes off, now!" Penny looks around to see that, of course, there are now quite a few people watching. All eager to see how this situation will develop. Taking a deep breath and a good swig of wine, Penny quickly complies. Denuded and with her clothes in a heap on the floor, Don and Laura circle around her, brushing their fingers over her waist and stomach, cupping their palms around her breasts, letting their thumbs linger over her nipples and grabbing at her ass. "Do you think we can make use of this one?" Laura taunts. "Hmmmm. I think so...." Don says as he moves his hand over Penny's stomach and down to her pussy. Penny shudders as he strokes along her labia. Laura spanks her and pushes her down to her knees. "Now show us all what you can do." Her heart pounding, Penny unzips Don's pants and his burgeoning erection almost bursts out of them. Without missing a beat, Penny wraps her lips around it and begins to blow him enthusiastically. Laura grabs a handful of Penny's hair and gently encourages her to take Don's cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Penny takes him as far into her throat as she can, then pulls back, gasping for air. "Looks like she's thirsty," observes Laura as she picks up Don's beer and pours some of it over Penny's face. When she opens her eyes again, the flashing lights make Penny aware of just how many people are around them, taking photos and videos on their phones. Her arms by her sides, she takes Don back into her mouth and continues to suck. "Why don't you show her what I'm going to expect of her, honey?" With this Laura smiles, hitches up her tight skirt and bends over a bar stool. Her ass about eighteen inches away from Penny's face. Penny sees that all that her friend was wearing under her skirt is a large, red butt plug. Don removes this from Laura's ass with a gentle pop as Penny stares at Laura's gaping ass hole. Don pulls his dick out of Penny's mouth and pushes the butt plug in its place. "Be a good girl and keep hold of that, will you," he commands as he pushes his dick into Laura's ass and starts to fuck her. The butt plug doesn't fit Penny's mouth, so she has to maintain suction on it to keep hold of it. Without warning Don pulls it back out and replaces it with his dick. Penny resumes bobbing her head up and down on his cock. "You're right, she does look thirsty," agrees Don. He pours some of his beer into Laura's gaping ass hole. She gasps at the coldness of it and her ass hole contracts. "Help her out, would you?" Responding to Don's request, Laura squirts a jet of the beer onto Penny's face and over Don's cock. "Well, time to see if you can meet our expectations," Don says as he grabs Penny's shoulder and helps her to her feet. Penny bends herself over a bar stool and tries to relax herself. Laura positions another stool in front of Penny's face, sits down and leans herself back against the bar; thrusting her hips forward for Penny to lick her pussy. Don positions himself behind Penny and pushes his dick into her ass. As he penetrates her, a cheer erupts from the crowd of gathered onlookers who are watching, photographing and filming the unfolding spectacle. The sense of excitement from her humiliation makes Penny feel intensely giddy. She loves anal sex and responds instantly to Don's powerful, deep thrusts. Her cheeks burn with shame as she realises she is about to come, in front of all these strangers and on film, from being degraded by her two friends and roughly ass fucked. Penny is by now too insensible with pleasure and embarrassment to lick to Laura. Her head simply lolls in her lap as she pants and gasps, then screams as she orgasms hard. Her body spasming over the bar stool. Another cheer goes up from the crowded bar. Don withdraws, then drags her off the stool and onto her knees. Partially returning to her senses, Penny opens her mouth and extends her tongue dutifully, as Don brings more whoops and shouts from the spectators with every splash of sperm he lands on Penny's pretty face. Finally the biggest cheer of the night goes up as he plants the sticky end of his dick down onto Penny's tongue and she wraps her lips around it to swallow down the last drops. Laura picks up Penny's dress from the floor and throws in her face as soon as Don withdraws himself. As Penny moves the sticky, cum and beer stained dress from over her eyes, she sees the backs of her friends as they readjust their clothing and leave the bar. Quickly throwing her dirty dress back on and leaving her underwear discarded on the floor, Penny pushes her way through the group of guys encircling her and scurries out of the bar. As she gets out, she sees Don and Laura pulling away in the back of a taxi. She realises she too needs to hail a cab, to get home and get herself cleaned up. Penny's fantasy was everything she had hoped it would be and more.