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Chapter 14 "You know," Gina said the next morning, "I never realized how
weird it felt to wear jeans with no underwear." Looking at herself in Sam's
mirror, she ran a hand over her denim-clad rear. "Some Neanderthal ripped
my panties off, and now I have to suffer the consequences."
Sam chuckled. "Sorry about that. I'll buy you a new pair."
"I bet you say that to all the girls." Gina leaned over and kissed him.
She had already dressed, since she would have to go home and change before
school, but Sam was still wearing only a bathrobe. "Now I think about it,
maybe you do say that to all the girls."
"Well, not all of them," Sam said. After a pause, he asked, "So, have
you decided? About us?"
"Yeah." Gina sat on the edge of the bed, looking more serious. "It took
me a while to fall asleep...I mean, even after..." She blushed. "Anyway,
I'm not used to sharing a bed. So I thought about it while I was lying
there."
"And?" Sam prompted.
"Well...I still feel pretty much the same, even knowing about the other
women. I still want you. And why make trouble now because I might feel
differently in the future? It might never happen, and if it does we can
deal with it then. So, if the offer's still open, I'd like to be your
girlfriend."
Sam hugged her. "I love you," he said.
"Me too," Gina replied. "Wow. Be sure to tell me that a lot."
Sam held her in his arms. After a while, Gina said, "So, are you going
to tell me the other revelations now?"
"I guess so," Sam said. He released her and got up. "Let's go get
breakfast. I heard Mom and Joan get up a while ago."
Caroline and Joan were sitting at the kitchen table, eating breakfast.
Caroline had dressed, since she was taking Gina home, but Joan was also
still in her bathrobe. They greeted Gina with no trace of awkwardness, and
Caroline got up to get more breakfast for the new arrivals.
After eating for a few minutes, Gina ventured, "So, I guess you know all
about what Sam told me last night."
Caroline and Joan exchanged glances, and Caroline said, "Yes, I'd
imagine we do. How do you feel about it?"
"All right, I guess," Gina said. "A little strange, maybe, but not
bad."
"I haven't yet told her quite everything," Sam said. "Gina, I told you
there were other women, right?"
"Yes," Gina said.
Sam hesitated, and Joan spoke up.
"Well, you're sharing breakfast with two of them."
For a moment Gina looked confused. Then her eyes widened.
"You mean...you and your Mom?!"
Caroline sighed. "That was very diplomatic, dear."
"How on earth do you break it gently?" Joan asked defensively. "Might
as well just come out with it."
Gina was still fixed on the main point. "Sam had sex with both of you?"
"Yes," Caroline confirmed. "Several times."
"But that's..."
"Incest," Caroline agreed. "That bothered me at first, but I'm kind of
used to the idea now."
Gina continued staring at the two of them in astonishment. Then, to
Sam's relief, she laughed.
"Well, that explains why you were so cool about my staying over!"
"I hope you won't tell anyone," Caroline said. "I don't think most
people would understand."
"You can say that again!" Gina exclaimed. "I had no idea."
"Does this change your mind about us?" Sam asked her.
"I guess not," Gina answered, after considering it. "I mean, it doesn't
really change anything. I knew there were other women. I just didn't know
who they were." She shook her head. "Weird. Not that I'm criticizing,"
she hastily added. "I promise I won't tell anyone."
"It is weird," Caroline said. "But I think you'll become comfortable
with it."
"I guess we'll find out," Gina said. She glanced at the clock, then
quickly spooned the last of her cereal into her mouth. "Sorry, do you
think you could take me home now? I'll need to shower and change before
school..."
"Of course." Caroline got up. "You two can get ready on your own,
right?"
"Sure, Mom," Sam said, and Joan added "Go ahead."
Sam walked Gina to the door, and gave her a quick kiss goodbye. He
returned to the kitchen to find Joan putting the breakfast dishes in the
sink.
"Well, she took that pretty well," Joan commented.
"No doubt thanks to your subtle way of telling her," Sam teased her.
Joan gave him a mock scowl. "Complaints, complaints." She looked at the
clock and dried her hands. "Want to get a shower, little brother? It'll
save us some time."
As it happened, not much time was saved. Soaping each other up led to
kissing under the shower spray; kissing led to fooling around, running
hands over slick skin; fooling around led to Joan leaning against the wall
with her legs spread while Sam eased his rock-hard cock into her from
behind. She gave a little sigh of pleasure that turned into a moan as
Sam's hands found her soapy tits and began rubbing them gently.
"So," Joan gasped after a while, wriggling with pleasure as Sam pumped
steadily in and out of her, "did you have a good time with Gina last
night?"
"Mmm-hmm," Sam said. "And did you and Mom have a good time last night?"
"Yeah," Gina said, then groaned, "Oh, fuck...yeah, we did. It was a
little different...without you there...but it was nice."
"Tell me what happened," Sam said.
"Well, we just kissed and cuddled for a while...then Mom wanted me to
suck her tits, so I did that...it was great...she came after a while, just
from that...then she licked my pussy. It was the first time she'd done
that, but she was really good...oh, Jesus, I'm going to come soon..."
"Me too, sis," Sam said. "I'm going to come inside you." He leaned
forward and licked her ear. "How does that make you feel?"
"Oh, God..." she moaned.
"Mmmm, yeah. All my come, splashing into you..."
"Oh, Christ, yes!" Joan screamed, and came. Sam came too, his prick
spurting inside her, seeming to drive her even further. Joan almost
collapsed as her knees buckled, but Sam supported her, one arm around her
waist, the other wandering over her belly and breasts.
Drying off afterwards, Joan kissed Sam very sweetly.
"That was wonderful, little brother," she said. "The thought of you
coming inside me...it just pushed me over the edge." She shook her head.
"We've never tried it standing, before. More work, but really cool."
"Yeah," Sam agreed. "Let's go, we've got to get dressed for school."
At school, Sam met up with Gina and Cameron by their lockers before the
start of first period. Cameron greeted them with a casual wave, then asked
"So, how did the studying go?"
Gina turned a little pink, but grinned. "I'd say it went really well.
Right, Sam?"
"Uh-huh," he agreed, flipping through the combination on his lock.
Cameron turned to look at Gina, then frowned. "There's something
different about you."
Gina shrugged a little defiantly. "I'm wearing contacts. Got tired of
wearing glasses. I already wore contacts to compete; might as well wear
them all the time."
Cameron was still frowning. "Yeah...but there's something else...is
your hair different?"
Gina blushed again. "I'm wearing it down. How long have we known each
other, that you don't remember how it usually is?"
"Hey, I noticed!" Cameron protested. "Didn't I, Sam?"
"Yep." Sam picked up his books and closed his locker. "I think you look
great," he said to Gina, smiling at her.
"Thanks, Sam," she said, almost shyly. Hesitating a moment, she
suddenly stretched up and gave him a quick kiss. "See you in class!" she
said, and fled.
Sam watched after her fondly, then turned back to Cameron, who looked
stunned. "Close your mouth," he suggested. "Something might fly in."
"She kissed you!" Cameron said.
"Yeah. Observant as always," Sam said.
"Are you two..."
"An item? Yeah. Since last night."
Cameron shook his head disbelievingly. "Wow! I mean, it's great," he
added hastily. "But...wow!"
"Pretty much my opinion, too," Sam said. "Come on. We've got to get to
class."
For the rest of the day it was clear that Cameron was dying to ask
questions, but couldn't figure out how to do so. Gina blushed every time
she looked at him, and Sam found the situation quite entertaining. He
suggested to Cameron that he come over some time that weekend, with the
hint that he would give him the whole story then, and Cameron quickly
agreed.
During a brief few minutes together after lunch Sam took Gina aside to
talk with her.
"So, I really need to tell Cameron what's going on," he said.
Gina nodded seriously. "Yeah. But will you tell him...everything?"
"I think so. He's my best friend. I don't like keeping secrets from
him."
"It might freak him out, though," she warned.
"I know. But I don't want to lie. I'll have to chance it."
Gina came into his arms for a brief but intense hug. "Love you."
"Love you, too," Sam said, and kissed her. Gina sighed.
"What's the matter?" Sam asked.
"Nothing!" she said. "It's just -- we're going to have to tip-toe
around my Dad and Step mom. I'm sure they wouldn't like my sleeping over
at your place on a regular basis. I got some pretty suspicious questions
this morning as it was, even with your Mom's call."
"Hmmm." Sam thought about it. "Maybe..."
"Yes?" Gina prompted when he trailed off.
"Well...if I had a chance to talk with your parents for a while, it
might change things. This...whatever it is I have, seems to affect people
with exposure. They might come around."
Gina looked thoughtful. "It's worth a shot, I guess. You could come
over for dinner tonight. They never care if I invite people. We could see
if it works."
"All right," Sam agreed. "I'll tell my Mom." He looked at his watch.
"It's almost class time. I wish we could sneak off somewhere..."
"Me, too," Gina said, giving him another kiss before squirming out of
his embrace. "Maybe later."
The rest of the day passed quickly. Gina walked Sam to their math class
after the final bell, so he could take the algebra test, then gave him a
kiss for luck before leaving. Sam rapped gently on the door, then entered
when his teacher called "Come in!"
Vanessa Gray was in her mid-forties, but still quite attractive: a tall
black woman with short-cut, graying hair and a nice figure. She was a good
teacher, but rather strict, and she frowned at Sam now.
"So, Sam, are you ready for this exam?"
"Yes, ma'am," he said, putting his books down on a desk and sitting.
"I don't know if you talked to any of your classmates," Vanessa said,
rising and picking up a small stack of papers, "but I made up completely
new questions for your exam. So knowing what I asked before won't help
you."
"I'll do my best," Sam said mildly.
"All right, then." Mrs. Gray handed him the test and looked at the
clock. "You can start. You have forty-five minutes."
Sam obediently leaned over his paper and began to work. Vanessa watched
him for a minute or two, but couldn't fault his attitude. He concentrated
on the questions, his dark hair tumbling over his forehead. Satisfied, his
teacher took out some homework assignments and began to grade them. Sam
had always been a good student, she reflected. And it wasn't as if he had
deliberately chosen to miss the earlier test. Like everyone, Vanessa had
been shocked to hear of his collapse, and relieved at his recovery. He
looked little the worse for his experience. Vanessa found herself studying
his appearance. He looked the picture of health. Really, a very handsome
boy. She had never noticed it before, but his square jaw and dark eyes
lent his face real character. Quite handsome. Sexy, even.
Vanessa continued to grade papers, but found her attention continuing to
wander back to her student. He seemed to be making good progress on the
exam; he had already turned over the first two pages. He stretched a
little before continuing, and Vanessa was impressed at the evidence of
muscle showing through his thin t-shirt. I wonder if the girls appreciate
him, or if they don't notice him because he's quiet. I never really
noticed him that much myself, even though I knew he was smart, and a hard
worker.
The teacher went off into a day-dream where she chatted with Sam about
his personal life, how he got along with the other students, what he found
sexy in a woman. With a start she recalled herself. This wasn't at all a
suitable way to think about a student. He was really only a boy. And she
was responsible for him. Determinedly, Vanessa returned to grading. She
had to maintain a proper attitude. He was a handsome boy, yes. But that
was no excuse for wondering what it would be like to kiss him, or to feel
his hands on her body, or his hard cock inside her...
It was too hot in the classroom. Sweat had started to stand out on her
forehead. Surreptitiously she wiped it off, then unbuttoned the top two
buttons on her blouse. It was hard to concentrate when one was so hot.
Little things kept distracting her; the way her damp blouse clung to her
skin, how her nipples seemed oddly sensitive, irritated by the fabric of
her bra. A small but pleasant tingling had started between her legs; she
squeezed her thighs together to suppress it, but it increased instead.
"Mrs. Gray?"
Vanessa almost jumped at Sam's unexpected voice.
"Umm, yes, Sam?"
"I've finished." Sam indicated the completed test in front of him.
"Oh!" she said blankly, and looked at the clock. "My, that was quick.
Only half an hour. Are you sure you don't want more time to check over
your work?"
"I think I'm ready," Sam said.
"Right! Well, bring me the test. I suppose I can grade it now."
Sam brought the test up to her desk, then watched quietly as she took
the answer key out of a folder and began grading his exam. His work was
neat and precise; there were few things crossed out or erased. As Vanessa
systematically went from problem to problem, she became aware that with the
top two buttons of her blouse undone, Sam could look down her shirt from
where he was standing. She resisted the urge to glance up and see if he
was looking, but the possibility made the tingling between her legs even
stronger.
Finally, she reached the last page. Sam's test was completely correct.
Flipping back to the front page, Vanessa wrote "100% (!)" at the top.
"A perfect score," she said, looking up. Sam was smiling at her, a
smile not of elation, but of satisfaction; as if he's expected to do so
well. Vanessa was once again forcibly aware of how sexy he was, and found
it difficult to breathe. She wanted him, badly. And from the glint in his
eye, she thought he realized it.
"I think you deserve a reward for that," Vanessa heard herself saying.
"A reward, Mrs. Gray?" Sam asked innocently.
"Please," she said, rising from her chair. "Call me Vanessa. Have a
seat, why don't you?"
Sam settled down onto the chair by her desk, and Vanessa sat on his lap
facing him, her legs straddling his body. She pressed her lips against
his; his mouth opened, and her tongue slipped in. She could feel his
hardness through the fabric of his trousers, feel her breasts pressing
against his chest. His hands gripped her ass, pulling her crotch more
firmly against him.
Breaking the kiss, she asked huskily, "What do you think of that
reward?"
"I liked it," Sam said.
"Mmmm." She pressed her mouth against his once more, lips working
together, tongues dancing. Sam's hands had moved to her breasts, and he
kneaded them roughly through layers of cloth. It felt very good; Vanessa
knew she shouldn't let a student touch her in this way, but she couldn't
stop it. Pulling back a little, she smiled and slipped off of his lap.
"Maybe there's something else you'd like even better," she purred, her
hands moving to unfasten his belt. Why am I doing this? she thought, but
she knew what she wanted, and had to have it. She smiled in appreciation
as she extracted his stiff penis from his trousers, then leaned forward to
take it in her mouth, closing her eyes as she savored the tang of his
pre-cum. It was so good. She heard Sam moan as she began to suck and move
her tongue over his cock, and she was elated at the sound of his pleasure.
It took only a few minutes of patient sucking for Sam came in Vanessa's
mouth, and she swallowed his cum greedily. His cock stayed miraculously
hard. It had been wonderful having him in her mouth, but she knew where
she really wanted him. Rising quickly, Vanessa kicked off her shoes, then
stripped off her pantyhose and panties. Raising her skirt, she straddled
his body, then lowered herself, sighing as his hardness impaled her.
She began to rise and fall on his shaft, grunting with effort and
pleasure. Sam was unbuttoning her blouse; he pushed it aside, then
unfastened her bra and took a firm nipple in his mouth. The sudden new
pleasure pushed Vanessa over the edge, and she moaned as an orgasm blazed
through her, leaving her weak. Sam's cock was still hard; she started to
pump him in and out of her again, wanting him to come inside her.
When he finally came, the feel of him spurting deep in her pussy
triggered another climax in Vanessa's exhausted body. She collapsed
against him, groaning as aftershocks of ecstasy radiated outward from the
junction of their flesh.
"I've never..." she murmured. "That was..."
"Shhh," Sam said, rocking her. "It's OK."
"But I shouldn't have...you're my student..."
"I'm not an ordinary student," Sam told her calmly.
"No, you're not," Vanessa agreed. "Not ordinary, at all."
After another minute Vanessa rose from his lap, his cock withdrawing
from her, sending another shiver of exquisite pleasure through her body.
Somewhat dazedly, she began to dress, while Sam refastened his clothing.
He gathered up his books and prepared to leave.
"Vanessa," he said. Not 'Mrs. Gray,' she noticed.
"Yes, Sam?" she answered.
"Don't tell anyone what happened here." He was smiling, but his eyes
were serious.
"No, I won't."
"Good. See you Monday." he turned and left the classroom, Vanessa
looking after him. She still didn't know why she had fucked one of her own
students; but she knew it had been the best sex she'd ever had, and that
she would do it again, anytime he wanted.
With a sigh, Vanessa made an effort to dismiss the incident, and
returned to grading homework.