Rachael Ross Archives - For Internal Use Only

Girl Fag 04

 

"Oh!" I just about had a heart attack when I opened the shower curtain and saw Scott sitting on the closed lid of the toilet. I hadn't heard him come in or anything. "You scared the crap out of me!"

"Sorry," he handed me a towel. Our bathroom is sort of small and there wasn't a whole lot of room between us as I stood there wet and naked.

"Thanks," I rubbed my body dry while he watched me. "What are you doing in here? I thought I locked the door."

"No, you didn't." Scott is different from other people. Maybe he's just normal or something, and the rest of us are strange, I don't know. 

He's almost 20 and got certified through the vo-tech to fix cars. He's probably the best mechanic in the family, better even than our dad, but he doesn't look like a mechanic. Scott looks mostly like me, which means he looks more like our mom, than he does Daddy. His hair is light and he's the only one of us who wears it long, meaning it actually covers his ears and even touches his collar. Scott's eyes are blue, like mine, and he has the same heart shaped face and small pert nose. He is pretty, even more than Greg, who is pretty too, but takes after my dad. Scott is beautiful. People say I'm beautiful, but I'm a girl so I don't think it means as much as saying it about a man.

Scott was looking at me now, with those blue eyes and I wondered what he was thinking about. I was close to all of my brothers. Not all of them were close to each other though, which I never figured out. Henry and Mark couldn't even be in the same room together for more than ten minutes without fighting. And Steve and Scott, they never talked, not even to argue, even though they shared the same bedroom. It was like the other one didn't exist for them. That was why it was such a big surprise when Scott said what he did.

"Steve told me about you guys."

"What?" I narrowed my eyes and stared at him. "What do you mean?"

Inside my mind was a jumble of thoughts. Why wasn't Steve here? And hadn't he promised me that he wouldn't say anything? I tried to remember what Steve and I had said to each other the night before, I couldn't remember exactly, but I was pretty sure he'd told me he wouldn't ever say anything to anyone. And if he did tell someone, I'd have bet my last dollar that it wouldn't have been Scott!

"He said you gave him a blow-job."

"Why would he tell you that?" I asked, not really prepared to try and dispute the truth. Nor was I ready to admit it though, either. But I had told Greg already, so…Obviously secrets were hard to keep in our family, or maybe just mine were, since I was the one in the center it seemed like. Everyone else sorta went around and through me; maybe that's what my daddy meant about me being the glue. I dunno.

"Because, uh…" he looked around, but it was still a small bathroom. "I do it too."

"Do what?" I stopped moving, frozen as I bent halfway over with my left foot on the edge of the tub.

"Give him blow-jobs," Scott said softly. "I'm gay."

"Oh." I had no idea what to say to that. It didn't bother me a whole lot, obviously, and it even explained some things. I nodded and thought about it for a minute, and then I sat down on the tub, holding the towel in my lap.

"I always have been, but I couldn't tell anybody," he laughed a little. "Dad would have kicked my ass and then kicked me out."

"Yeah," that was the truth. "But you told Steve?"

"A long time ago, yeah," he shrugged. "I had to tell someone or I thought I'd go crazy, you know?"

"Yeah," I smiled. "I do know."

Scott nodded, "Yeah. Steve told me you'd understand and that you were…Sorta…"

"I'm gay too, yeah," I looked at him and said it without trying to be funny. "I mean, I would be if I wasn't…" I gave a helpless little shrug and lifted my towel away.

"A girl, I know," Scott gave me a wry smile. "You're lucky, believe me."

"I don't think so. You don't know what it's like, wanting to be a guy so bad all the time and every morning when I wake up, you know, I sort of expect I'll just wake up different. Like I dream about it sometimes."

"Yeah, but you can do whatever you want to," Scott pointed out. "You can give a guy a blowjob or something and nobody is going to beat you up for it."

"I don't know. The guys I like, the kind I think I like, don't want me though. Like you, does this do anything for you at all?" I stood up and let my brother look at me, I spread my legs slightly so he could see my pussy and even reached down to spread my lips just a little.

"Well, no…" he admitted.

"See? How am I going to get together with a guy who wants a boy, if I'm not a boy?"

"I don't know," Scott was smiling and it made me smile too, as I thought about how strange our conversation was getting.

"So why did Steve tell you?" I started drying myself off again.

"He thinks I can help you," Scott waved his hand. "Like I can be your faerie godmother or something and introduce you to all my gay friends." He sounded a little sarcastic, or maybe just cynical, but not gay. Don't go thinking he's a stereotype, with a lisp and weak wrists. He's definitely not. Scott was pretty, yeah, but he was a Russet too and I'd seen him kick some butt before.

"Do you have a lot of gay friends?" I paused and stared at him.

"Nah," he shook his head. "I knew a couple guys at the vo-tech, but they're long gone now. Mostly I just go down to Pullman if I want to find somebody, you know, like a one time thing."

"Pullman?" I gave him a look. "That's like three hours away!"

"Yeah," he nodded. "But what am I gonna do? I can't go cruising for sex around here!"

"Yeah, that's true I guess," I hadn't really thought about it. "So you and Steve…?"

"Well, I do…Steve just lets me. He's straight but figures it's okay if some fag wants to suck his dick, as long as he doesn't have to do anything else."

"That sucks," I frowned a little. "Does he, um, you know…"

"Fuck me?" Scott laughed softly. "Nah. He did before, a couple times when we were still in high school, but I think it made him nervous, like he might wake up gay or something." 

"He said he was going to fuck me today," I looked down a little. "Like a guy I mean."

"In your ass?" Scott grinned. "That hurts the first time," he chuckled. "The first couple times."

"So?" I shrugged.

"So, I'm just telling you. Steve's got a big dick too."

"Yeah," I bit my lip. "I like it."

"Me too."

I giggled, "Um, so are you gonna help me?"

"I don't know. We'll see," he looked at the door. "Get dressed. We'll talk in my room, okay?"

"Are you gonna fuck me?" I looked at him.

"I…" he lifted his hands. "I don't think I could, really Ann. I mean, it wouldn't…"

"What because you're my brother?"

"No, I don't care about that. Steve fucked me, remember?" he laughed. "I just don't think I could get…Hard. You know?"

"Oh," I looked down and frowned. "Yeah. That might end up being the story of my life."

"Nah. You worry too much," he got up and opened the door. "Just get dressed, okay?"

I got dressed quickly. Greg wasn't in our room any more, which was sort of a relief I suppose. He might have asked me why I took so long and then he might have gotten me to say something I shouldn't have, although I couldn't believe Scott was really gay and nobody knew about it but Steve. I put on some boys briefs and old jeans and a faded flannel shirt that was old and thin, but really comfortable. I combed my hair straight back like I do, which basically meant it stuck straight up, since it was only a couple inches long. And then I went to the bedroom Scott shared with Steve.

Their room was pretty cool. Probably the coolest one in the house because they both liked weird stuff. They had an aquarium with all kinds of fish, lava lights, a bean bag chair, a killer stereo, except they had to use headphones mostly. There were some posters on the walls and stuff. Mostly hot chicks in thongs and rock groups, like Korn and Limp Bizket. I guess I knew now that the girl pictures weren't Scott's idea, or maybe it was his way of disguising himself. I knocked and walked in and Scott was sitting in the bean bag chair playing with his old guitar, trying to play along with Johnny River's doing a live version of 'Memphis'. He always listened to off the wall music, stuff you'd never even think of listening to, but when you heard it…Wow! I got on the bed and just sat there listening and enjoying it totally.

Scott's guitar was something he made himself, although he pretended he didn't and I don't know why. He called it a 'Gibson Preacher' like it was some sort of guitar you could just go out and buy, but I'd watched him build it and it was like a Frankenstein monster. It had a Gibson Les Paul body, with a Fender Telecaster neck, and the pickups and all the guts were taken from a Gibson SG. I made his pick guard for him, cutting a really thin slice of stainless into half a heart and I flanged it, just a little and it was like a mirror after I buffed it. The whole thing had been stripped, the guitar body and the neck, and just stained and lacquered. I liked to play it, but I wasn't as good as Scott. Nobody was.

"Here…" he gave it to me and I grinned.

"Hit that Screamer when I get there, okay?" I told him, cause Scott kept all his pedals up on a little table mostly. I started playing 'Seven Nation Army' real slow at first and Scott was banging on his thighs for my imaginary drums, and when I got to the part where the song goes about 3 octaves higher and the guitar takes off, he hit it and I cranked the volume…It was good!

"You're getting better," Scott told me. But that is an easy song, really easy, and it always cheers me up. "You wanna learn 'Ring of Fire'?"

"Huh?" I laughed. "What's that?"

"Johnny Cash. You'll like it," he promised. He went to the closet and found his old acoustic guitar and started tuning it a little.

And so we just saying there, playing guitar for about half an hour before I stopped. It was hard on my fingertips because that Telecaster neck on the Preacher is kind of wide. Kyle had an Ibanez that fit my hand perfectly; it was more like the size of a ping-pong paddle and I could fly on that thing. Plus it had a whammy bar! Oh yeah…Waaaaang! I loved it!

"I want a boyfriend," I told Scott. He was still strumming and singing something weird about some guy in El Paso, in between all ourtalking, I mean.

"So do I!" Scott grinned.

"You had one before, right?" I asked him.

"Yeah, sort of. Remember that guy, Darryl, came by a couple times?" 

"Yeah, he was cute. You were doing it with him?" I'd never have guessed that guy was gay. He'd looked like…Well, like a regular guy.

"Uh-huh," Scott shrugged. "Anyway, if all you want is sex…" he looked at me rather pointedly, since I was just his little sister. "Then that's a little different than finding a boyfriend, you know?"

"Mmmm…Okay," I flushed a little, thinking about sex, of course. "I want sex, I guess. I mean, I've only given three blow jobs in my whole life." I giggled at the look on Scott's face.

"Maybe um, maybe you're too young for this stuff, Ann." Scott frowned at me, "There's a lot of other stuff in life and…"

"How old were you?" I asked. "The first time, when you really got interested."

"Uh…About the same I guess, 14 or 15 probably," he admitted a little reluctantly. "But I'm a guy, its a little dif…"

"I'm a guy too, Scott!" I laughed. "I swear, I am…I'm just…I just look like a girl, okay?"

"Yeah, so you say," but he didn't look too sure. "Well, if all you want is sex then uh, well…We can go to the highway."

"The highway?" I sat back a little. "Why?"

"Cause that's where the sex is," he looked at his watch. "If we go now, we can be back before midnight."

"I come back at midnight and Daddy will kill me!"

"Nah. We'll say we're going to Beaverton. Steve will cover for us, don't worry."

"And we're going to get sex?" I stared at him.

"Yeah," Scott grinned and I think he was a little excited at the prospect himself. "As long as you don't mind sucking a stranger's cock."

"I don't mind!" I giggled nervously, feeling my heart thumping at the thought of sucking a stranger off.

"Uh-huh," Scott laughed at me. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

"You love me," I got up and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Yeah. That's my point," he knew what I was going through. Scott, more than anyone else, understood my need to discover sex. It was like a fire and if I didn't feed it, then it would consume me. "Steve's gonna kill me," Scott muttered, mostly to himself.

The interstate was about 45 minutes away and then we drove another 20 minutes or so west, towards Seattle. We talked along the way about different stuff, mostly how hard it was trying to find a guy to be with. I knew how to tell if a boy liked me, I mean as a girl, but was it the same for gay guys? I didn't think so and Scott's experiences weren't very encouraging either. Maybe it was different in the cities, like Spokane, or Seattle, or even down by Pullman where the big college was. Lots of fags down there, I bet! But around Squinosha and Beaverton and the middle-of-nowhere Washington? If you were gay you were just passing through, and probably in a big hurry!

Or else you went to the Rest Area, a simple wooden building with bathrooms, vending machines, and a big plastic map that said 'You Are Here' just in case you didn't know where exactly Middle-of-Nowhere was. There were some picnic tables, and a place to walk your dog, and a parking lot for truckers to park and sleep. It was a full service Rest Area and I wasn't exactly sure how this was going to work, but Scott clued me.

Along the way I dug through his little CD collection. Scott drove an old '71 Challenger, like Barry Newman drove into the bulldozers in Vanishing Point. My Daddy was a muscle car freak, just like we all were, and so naturally our familial opinion was that any car built after 1973 or so really sucked. Never mind the fact that my oldest brother hadn't even been born until 1980, Daddy drove a cherry '69 Camaro RS with a new LS7 Crate crammed under the hood. That car pretty much hauled ass, but the Challenger wasn't bad, even with the stock Mopar plant. Scott was kind of a purist and he'd restored it faithfully inside and out, which was seriously cool. Mark's girlfriend, Sherry, had a Challenger too, but hers was a Pro-Modified Sprint by the time my brothers had finished with it and while I loved Scott's ride, my heart belonged to Sherry's…That car was just insane! 

"What, no Village People?" I grinned at Scott. 

We were flying down route 370 doing about 85 and it was fun and curvy. Every now and then we'd pass a sign with an arrow pointing left or right and it would say '25' on it…I didn't know until I took Driver's Ed that the number meant you were supposed to slow down, my brothers always sped up it seemed. Or maybe outside just went by faster on curves, I don't know.

Scott grinned back. "Uh…No, no Village People, sorry. But I got some Roy Clark in there."

"Who?" I found it and sort of squinted at the guy's face. "He looks like a pumpkin."

"Yeah," Scott agreed. "Play uh, track number three, you'll like it."

So, we listened to some red neck pumpkin head singing 'I Never Picked Cotton' while we rushed through the sunset. It was surreal, which matched my whole day up to that point perfectly! It was a quick ride once we got on the interstate though and pretty soon I could see the rest area. We pulled into the parking lot and it was about eight o'clock or so, which meant we had a couple hours at least. 

"Okay, um…Here's how this place works. All the guys who live around here, in the small towns like Squinosha and Wilverness, know about the rest area. There are other places too, but this is like the quick fix, okay? So were not worried about the people just driving through to Grandma's house."

I giggled at that.

"There's a couple ways to play it. One way is to sort of hang out, mostly on the other side, because the truckers park over there and they're usually looking for something. They know about this place too. So you get a soda and a cigarette and sit on a picnic table and just hang out."

"What?" I laughed. "Sit on a picnic table drinking a coke and some guy is going to ask me to have sex?"

"Uh, not right away probably. If a guy is looking to hook up he'll walk around, stretch, relax, maybe say hi…Ask how you're doing, where you're headed, that kind of thing. How you act, how you say it with your body, with your eyes…That's more important than the words, you know? Body language."

"Okay," I didn't have a clue what he was talking about.

"The other thing is to go in the bathroom, the men's room over there, and go in the last stall, the one next to the wall," I nodded as Scott spoke slowly. "There's a glory hole in there and…"

"A what?"

"A glory hole. It's a hole in the wall, well…The partition between the stalls. Anyway, you get in the one stall and wait and a guy comes into the other one and if he's looking for a blowjob, he'll stick his dick through the hole."

"Really?" That sounded kind of…Bizarre.

"Yeah, or he might ask you to stick yours through so he can blow you."

"But I don't have anything to blow," I sighed.

"Right so, uh…Don't worry about it. Someone asks you, just say no, you don't want one."

I thought about it for a second, "So I'm going in the bathroom?"

"Yeah, that's the best probably, you look like a guy, sort of, but more like a 12 year old, you know? So if you're sitting outside, even if somebody thinks you're a guy, he probably won't want anything to do with you. And if he does, then it'll be in his truck and then he's gonna know you're a girl and…" Scott made a face. "We don't need that, right?"

"Right," I agreed.

"Besides, the bathroom is safer."

"Safer?" I giggled. "What, I'm gonna get attacked by a bear or something?"

"No, stupid," Scott tugged me a little so I looked up at him. "There's some stuff you gotta worry about, okay. First thing is the cops. The highway patrol, they stop by when they're driving past. Just to see if anybody's stranded, or making sure nobody is breaking into the vending machine or something. But they know fags come here sometimes too and if they catch us they're probably gonna give us a lot of shit about it. Especially since your just 14 and a girl."

"So…Avoid the cops," I nodded. "What do I do if one comes in the bathroom?"

"If you're alone in there, just make like you're taking a dump. If you're sucking somebody's dick, then just cool it. Don't worry, I'm gonna keep and eye, if I see a cop coming I'll let you know."

"Okay."

"The other thing is some guys just wanna beat up a fag, okay? You get two or three guys, probably drunk and pissed and looking for an excuse. You ask a guy if he wants a blowjob and he isn't queer, he's gonna be offended," Scott chuckled. "No doubt, so you don't ask first and you don't have anything to do with a guy if he's not alone. You don't go anyplace with the guy, you don't drink his beer, you don't tell him your name. This is a fucking rest area, okay, not a social club."

"Okay," I sighed, thinking Scott was being sort of negative all of a sudden. Was this what life was like for a gay guy?

"You're just here to get your rocks off…er…Get your jollies, you know? You wanna suck some dick. If some guy starts getting pissed, you just run, got it? Run back here to the car, but I'll be close, like I said. You ain't gonna be alone."

"These uh, guys that beat up fags…" I bit my lip a little. "Are there a lot of those guys?"

"Nah. But all it takes it one, you know? Lots of assholes in the world, Ann, so just be cool and everything's okay." He looked at me and smiled reassuringly, "You, uh…Do you swallow?"

I laughed at that, it was so totally unexpected. "I guess, yeah. I like it," I nodded.

"Well, don't be swallowing, okay? Just suck a little and when they start cumming just spit it out and jerk the guy on the floor. You don't know where these guys have been."

I rolled my eyes, "I'm gonna suck their dicks, so what's the difference?"

"And don't let anybody fuck you! In the ass or wherever, just blow jobs!"

"Yeah, alright," I sort of bobbed my head.

And so I was introduced to the joy and wonder of gay glory hole sex! I was a little nervous walking into the men's room, but not too bad. We watched it for awhile and didn't see anyone coming or going for a few minutes, so that was my chance. I really didn't want to bump into someone going through the door, you know? There was only three or four cars there anyway, and a couple big semi-trailers on the other side.

Scott went in with me and it was just like he said. There were four stalls lined up against the cinderblock wall and the last one had a smooth hole in it, not like it was cut really, just punched through and smoothed out around the edges. It was big enough for a cock, that was for sure, and just about in the right spot that I could sit on the toilet and just lean over and forward a little. I grinned when I saw it and then closed and locked the stall door, giving Scott a little wave. He looked sort of worried, but I suppose that was only natural for a big brother. He promised he'd be waiting outside, sitting on the hood of his car and drinking a soda or something.

It's weird being in a boy's bathroom alone. The place was real quiet and I started getting a little nervous, well, I was already nervous! I just mean more nervous. I heard some people come in, using the urinals and leaving and it seemed like I was in there a long time before somebody came in and sort of walked around a little, judging from his footsteps. Then the door next to mine opened with a little squeak and I felt my heart pounding! Somebody was next to me and I felt like hiding, for some stupid reason. But that was good, I think, because I didn't want the guy to look through the hole and see my face either!

I think he was looking too, although it was hard to tell just from the shadows moving on the floor. Scott had told me that guys will usually look through the hole just to see if the other person is playing with his dick, but I didn't have anything to play with! I was wondering if I shouldn't do…something…I didn't know what. But then I heard a husky voice whispering. "Show hard," was all he said and I wasn't sure I'd heard him right. Was he asking me to show him my dick?

While I sat there pondering what to do I could hear the sound of the man undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. I did look then, I couldn't help it! Just a quick little glance and he did have a hard dick, sort of big too, but not huge. There was a soft flapping kind of sound and I guess that was from his hand moving back and forth over his dick.

"Feels good," the guy breathed. "Want it?" he was asking and I felt warm and tingly and seriously nervous. I thought my heart was going to jump right out of my mouth, honestly. My mouth was dry and I wondered what to do.

"Yeah," I finally managed to say, trying to lower my voice to match his. I put my hand by the hole and sort of wiggled my fingers for a second; sincerely wishing my hand was bigger, or at least dirtier. I thanked God I didn't have girly painted fingernails anyway.

I was rewarded a moment later when the man's large hard penis pushed through the hole, far enough so he could actually fit his balls through as well, and they hung there against the sheet rock, heavy and hairy. I felt incredibly excited by this, mostly because the guy on the other side had no idea I was really a girl, but also because he was such a complete stranger. I didn't know what he looked like, if he was handsome or ugly or anything. It turned me on thinking that I could even know the guy, or see him on the street and we'd pass, having no idea that I'd sucked his dick!

I took him in my hand gently at first, marveling again at how hot and heavy a cock was. I stroked it for a second and then bent down, taking the head in my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. It was different than the other cocks I'd had so recently, more…Musky, powerful and slightly acrid. Perhaps he was less clean, I thought, and that bothered me not at all. I loved the manly smell, the taste of him. I enjoyed it and savored it as I started working my lips up and down the shaft, slowly working him deeper inside me until his cockhead touched the back of my throat. I was careful not to let it gag me, or make me cough. For some silly reason I think that would have embarrassed me.

He wasn't saying anything on the other side, and I was trying to be as quiet as I could, but it was still noisy, still loud to my ears as my sucking made wet slurping sounds. I could get about half of him in my mouth, maybe more than half, without choking and I used my right hand to massage his cock and my left hand fondled his balls. They were pretty neat too, warm and soft in that loose sack and I rolled them between my fingers. I really wished I had balls; I could have played with those things all night long I think.

Anyway, I guess I was getting better at sucking cock because it didn't take very long before I heard the guy grunting a little and pushing against the wall, trying to get more of his swollen cock in my mouth. He didn't warn me at all either, it was just a sudden flood of sperm shooting into my mouth and that did make me cough, just a little, because I wasn't ready for it! But I swallowed it down, as fast as I could and some of it leaked out around my lips, but not too much I think. I kept sucking and licking and swallowing until he pulled himself slowly away. I watched it disappear with some small regret, but satisfaction too. I used my finger, wiping around my mouth and I sucked that clean too.

"Thanks," the guy whispered and I heard his pants and belt and then the door swinging open and he left.

I was probably in there for another 40 minutes before another right someone came in and I could do it again. I even had a pee, I mean as long as I was sitting there and everything. The second time was easier, since I sort of knew what to expect. This guy had undone his pants quickly and when I took a peek I could see his cock was hard. It was shorter than the other guy's, but a little fatter I thought and I whispered to him, asking if he wanted a blow job. A second later I had his dick in my mouth and it was a lot fatter! But shorter, like I said, so I could take almost the whole thing and that was pretty good for both of us.

I was so horny by then too, my pussy was dripping in my pants and I tried to ignore it. My tummy too was doing little flip-flops and my boobs, my nipples were so hard they felt cold and almost painful as they rubbed against my shirt. But I could deal with my tits, everybody had those, right? I mean guys must feel like that too sometimes. Or maybe not, I don't know, but even if they didn't it wasn't that big of a deal. But my pussy…I was going to have to do something about that. I just didn't know what!

When the guy came I was ready and I swallowed it all. His sperm was a little thin though, more watery than the last guy and that was weird. But it tasted good anyway. Not too salty and kind of buttery, at least to my mind. In fact every guy's sperm tastes a little different. I don't know if it's what they eat or what, but I like it. Think how boring it would be if everyone was the same all the time!

After that guy left I sat in there for another half hour, but nobody else came to the stall next to mine. Scott came in finally and knocked on the door telling me it was time to go. I opened the stall door, looking at him sort of sheepishly and he shook his head, grinning at me.

He waited while I washed my hands and face real quick, rinsing my mouth out too. We left the bathroom quickly and got in the car before we talked.

"Well?" he glanced at me in the soft glow of the headlights. "How was it?"

"It was awesome, dude!" I laughed and I burped a little. I'd been burping a lot and it tasted like sperm, I guess because I'd swallowed a lot of air while I was sucking those dicks.

"There's gum in the glove compartment," Scott pointed. "You need to watch out for sperm breath."

I giggled at that, "Sperm breath?"

"Yeah," he shrugged and laughed too. "You swallowed, huh?"

"I couldn't help it."

"Sure," he made a face. "You know uh, you have to…Well…" He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what, or at least how.

"What?" I was popping like three strawberry Bubble Yums in my mouth.

"Just don't be a slut, okay?"

"A slut?" I stared at him, chewing the big gob of sugar in my mouth.

"Yeah, you know, sucking every dick you find. Fags can be sluts too you know, and it isn't good." He looked at me, "Okay?"

"Sure, okay," I rocked my head and grinned. 

Like whatever you say, man. A slut! I wasn't going to be a slut! I just wanted to…Explore! I smiled to myself. I wanted to find out what this sex thing was all about, that's all. I liked it and it didn't hurt anybody, so how wrong could it be? But I didn't say any of that.

"I mean it, Ann," Scott was still going on about it though. "You get a reputation and then the whole town's gonna know and then Pop's gonna know…"

"Yeah," I sounded bored.

"And then we gotta kick some guy's ass or something and…"

"I heard you, Scott! Jeeze! I just wanted to do it a little!" I looked out the window. "You brought me!"

"Yeah," he shut up after that. But now you see why I said Scott is kind of weird. He was like my mom sometimes, if I had a mom, I mean. Part of me suspected he was a little jealous because he'd just sat there guarding me and didn't get any dick for himself. But I put that out of my head, feeling guilty, because he was watching out for me. And maybe I needed that more than I knew.

We got back home before 12:30 and that was a good thing, because I was seriously tired! Everyone else seemed to be asleep and I undressed and put on a pair of boxers, before I went into the bathroom to wash my face again and brush my teeth. I was halfway done when the door opened and Steve poked his head inside.

"Hphhh…" my mouth was full of toothpaste and I looked at him, wanting to ask why he'd stood me up, if you wanted to call it that.

"Hi," he smiled. "Scott taking care of you?" He stepped in, closing the door and locking it behind him.

Pleh! I spit and nodded. "Yeah, I can't believe you told him!" I whispered.

"Aw, it's okay. Scott is cool," he handed me a plastic bag. "I was down in Pullman, I got you something."

"What?" I dried my hands quickly and looked inside. I pulled out a cardboard box, like a doll might come in, and I looked at it.

FLESHTIQUE! SUPER REALISTIC STRAP-ON DILDO!

The letters were big and bold and I could see the dildo through the clear plastic front of the box. There was a little sticker that said 'Molded from a plaster cast of Burt Biggs!' whoever he was. It looked real, that was for sure! About nine inches long and as big around as Steve's easily. It was even painted to look real, with veins and everything. There were fake balls too, big and swollen like they were full of sperm! 

I giggled and grinned at Steve and opened the box, pulling the big fake cock out. I had to undo some twisty tie things, but that didn't take long. It had a soft plastic base with straps, sort of like my jock strap, attached to it. It wasn't too hard to figure out, really and Steve closed the toilet lid and sat down, watching me as I shucked my boxers and put the dildo on, pulling it snug across my pelvis so the base almost covered my pussy totally, but not quite. That was okay though. I had a dick! And balls too, but they were sort of stiff and they didn't really swing or anything.

I looked at myself in the full length mirror attached to the back of the door, turning this way and that. It looked cool and funny and weird and totally like it belonged on my body, I thought, even with my smallish boobs. I rubbed it a little, pretending I could feel it, and I jerked off, grinning at myself like an idiot in the mirror!

"I got something else too," Steve said, before I could even thank him for my present. He reached into the bag, bending over since I'd pretty much just dropped it, and pulled out a tube of something called 'Asstro Super-Lube!'

"What's that for?" I looked at it. "Natural oil-free, water-based lubricant," I read the label.

"Bend over and I'll show you," Steve grinned and kissed me softly and then harder as I responded eagerly. He was going to keep his promise after all!

We kissed and while I sucked Steve's tongue I worked my hands on the soft flannel sleep pants he was wearing. He didn't have any underwear on and as soon as I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down his big hard cock sprang up like long hot jack in the box, pressing against my tummy.

"Put some of that stuff on my dick, Ann," Steve whispered and I nodded, opening the tube and squeezing some out. It didn't look like much, but it was pretty damn slippery!

I rubbed it all over Steve's cock and it seemed to swell even more as I squeezed and pushed and pulled at him, my slippery fingers moving easily back and forth.

"Is that enough?" I breathed and Steve thought it was.

"Turn around, and bend over a little," he told me, spinning me with his hands so I could grab the edges of the sink. I felt his fingers rubbing between my ass cheeks and it tickled a little, making me wriggle my little butt. Steve rubbed some of that lube around my anus and then pushed a finger inside me. It didn't hurt, but it felt different, bigger than my fingers had been, that was for sure.

I looked over my shoulder at him, "Just…Go slow, okay?" 

I was so excited I could barely stand! My lungs labored to get air into my body and my heart was thumping loudly in my chest, rushing hot blood through me so that it seemed like the house was on fire or something. I stared down at my new cock, swaying wickedly between my smooth creamy thighs, so out of place and still so perfect, I thought. I wish I could have fucked somebody with it right then. But I was the one who was going to get fucked! And that thought was making me dizzy!

"I will, sis…" Steve whispered and then I felt his cockhead, rubbing between the firm round globes of my 14 year old butt. He put it right to my tiny asshole, digging into my body with the fingers of his left hand, spreading my ass so he could see where he was going with that beautiful cock of his. I had my eyes closed and my body was tense, even though I was trying like crazy to relax. I just couldn't though; I was almost standing on my tip-toes in anticipation!

"Relax…Relax…" Steve was telling me and then I felt it! He was pushing slowly, gently and trying to force that well-lubed head inside my way too small butt hole! "Shhhh…" I was barely aware that I'd made a soft groan as I felt my virgin ass being split open, slowly but surely. "Just get it inside, sis…" Steve breathed and then…

*POP* 

Just like that I suddenly felt my little girl butt ring open, stretch and then snap tight around the rim of Stave's fat prick! He was in me, just the head and it didn't hurt at all, it was only a little uncomfortable, I thought. But not in a bad way either! I liked it!

"Here it comes, Ann…." Steve ran a hand along my spine, soothing me before he grabbed my hips tightly with both hands. "Time for your first ass fuck!" he whispered urgently.

I tried to be quiet! I really did, but Steve pushed inside me so quickly and so hard it just seemed like he tore right though my body all the way into my tummy! I groaned loudly, maybe even gave a short little scream, because it did hurt! It hurt a lot that first time, like it was burning me, my muscles forced to stretch around that huge dick in my virgin ass! I was sure that he'd ripped something inside me and my body instinctively tried to get away, but Steve held me tight!

"Shhhh…Almost there, sis…You're okay…Okay…Just relax now…"

And it was okay really. I mean the initial pain, like being stabbed with an especially hot and blunt knife in my guts, went away after a minute, maybe even less. Then it was more like an ache, really, a deep hard cramp that just wouldn't go away. I felt like I was going to the bathroom, sorta, and then I realized that I was holding my breath and I let it out slowly and that helped a lot too. As soon as I started breathing again everything got better right away. Steve pushed again and there was another lance of pain, but not so bad, not like before, and then he was in. All the way in! It happened so quickly that I couldn't believe it. I reached down, under my new fake cock, between my legs and felt the little bit of his shaft that wasn't buried in my ass and below that his big heavy balls.

"That's it?" I gasped. I stood very still, bent over with my back arched a little, my butt sticking out, just feeling Steve with my fingers.

"It's all the way in," Steve whispered. "You're so tight, Ann! God! Just…Don't move for a minute, let me get used to it…"

"You?" I giggled, sorta wincing at the funny feeling of being buttfucked by my brother.

I could feel my muscles squeezing, but I couldn't decide if they were trying to pull him deeper, or push him out! My body was totally confused by the sensation of having my brother's big cock buried to the hilt in my tiny rectum! I moved a little though, I just couldn't help it. I could feel his prick through the thin walls separating it from my pussy and it felt good! The molded base of that dildo rubbing my clit felt great too and I used one hand to grab my cock, sliding my fingers around it, wiggling and jerking it like it was real and every little vibration of movement fed directly to my clit!

"Ohhh Christ, Ann…Your ass is so good, sis!" Steve leaned over, kissing my neck and I turned my head so we could really kiss. And while we did we were both moving, just a little, working his cock back and forth in little circles. Not so much in and out, just pressing all around on the inside of my ass. It was the best experience of my life, the best experience I'd had in a wonderfully strange day full of them!

"Fuck me!" I moaned, wanting to feel it finally. I wanted to know how Steve's large penis would feel sawing in and out of my ass, sliding out slowly and thrusting back in deep. "Do it…Steve…Oh please…!" I was practically begging for it!

Steve obliged me too, taking me by the hips again and then moving his cock, gently at first, in and out of my ass. I felt pain and discomfort, of course, my body protesting this intense invasion of my most private place, but I didn't care at all. It just felt too good! There were so many good things that the bad stuff just washed away. I held onto the sink, pushing back when I felt Steve pushing in, and pretty soon he was moving faster, his cock sliding easily back and forth inside me. I was breathless and moaning and biting my lips, trying to stifle the sounds his great prick was bringing from deep inside me.

Every now and then I could feel Steve's heavy low-hanging balls slapping against my pussy as he fucked my ass. And my own cock, fake though it was, felt so good! It was bobbing and swaying and putting delicious pressure on my clit and I felt the quivering in my tummy moving down, through my sex and around the top of my thighs. My knees felt weak and I thought I'd collapse, but my brother's strong hands held me steady, and he fucked me even harder, sensing the rapture flooding my senses. I started cumming and it was like the end of time, my brain just shut down and everything for me was physical. I shuddered and cried out so loudly that Steve had to put his hand over my mouth, whispering for me to be quiet!

But I couldn't, it was an impossible thing, stifling that most wonderful orgasm of my young life. Everything that came before, the orgasms that I thought I'd had, were nothing, they were forgotten in the excitement that now totally possessed me! I never, ever wanted that feeling to end and I was still cumming, thrusting my ass back against Steve's cock in urgent, awkward movements when he pulled me hard to him, his mouth finding mine and his tongue thrusting into my mouth as his cock suddenly erupted deep in my ass. I sucked his tongue hard, mewling like a kitten beneath the feverish ecstasy of both of us cumming together like that. Waves of heat rolled through me and I could feel the spreading fiery warmth of Steve's sperm in my bowels. He held me like that, kissing me and keeping me on my feet while our moment slowly passed.

"Oh sweet Jesus…" Steve was smiling big and he kissed me, over and over. "God that was so good…So fucking good Annie!" he kept saying that over and over, and his voice was ragged and hoarse.

All I could do was nod in agreement, feeling my muscles still squeezing against him, feeling the weird squishy sensation of my brother's sperm deep in my ass. I couldn't speak, it was hard enough just breathing, and my heart refused to slow down. But it finally did and slowly, reluctantly, and Steve pulled his cock from ass, so that I was left with a strangely uncomfortable emptiness.

"We have to do that a lot!" I finally managed, turning around so I could kiss him some more.

"Yeah," Steve was still smiling, nodding and wiping some sweat off his forehead.

I reached down and felt his cock, slippery and hot and still half-erect. I knelt down without saying anything and took him in my mouth.

"Ann, you don't have to…"

He started to protest, maybe finding it nasty or something, that I'd take his cock in my mouth after he'd cum in my ass, but I didn't care. I thought it was beautiful and I wanted to show him. I just cleaned him, sucking and licking and kissing. It did taste a little different than it had before, but maybe that was the Super-Lube stuff, although the tube had said it was tasteless and odorless. I didn't care anyway though. I cleaned Steve thoroughly until I reached the point where if I kept sucking I was going to end up giving him a blow job and I think we both wanted to sleep.

I stood up and Steve kissed my cheek, and then even my mouth and that was the best, and then he took the plastic bag and the empty box and left. I reached back to feel my ass and I used some toilet paper to wipe myself. There was a little bit of blood, and that scared me, but it was just a tiny bit. There was sperm leaking out of me, but that felt sort of nice, in a weird way. I just wadded up some toilet paper and kind of plugged my butt hole, trying to keep it inside me. I put my boxers on and found I could loosen one of the straps and push my new dick down, through one of the legs in my shorts. The head stuck out, and it looked funny, but I didn't care. I was going to sleep like that, with my big new dick between my legs!

 

Next Chapter