Girl Fag 08
I didn't want to go back into the party that was for sure. I couldn't go home either, since trying to sneak in would probably get me a free trip to the woodshed. I had Henry's bike, but it was getting sorta cold. Real cold in fact and I was sorta pissed that I hadn't thought about bringing a jacket. I coulda stayed the night in the Jackson's tree house if I had something to keep me warm. It wouldn't be the first time. Kitchner Jackson had built the world's best tree house about 80 years ago, during the depression and now Lazlow Jackson, or Lazy as he's known, owned it. But his kids were all grown up and long gone, so it just sat there.
"Hey! Sandy!" I was whispering and knocking lightly on the window until the shade went up.
Sandy unlatched the window and lifted it open. "Hi!" her face lit up with surprise. "What are you doing?" she whispered.
"They still out there?" I gestured towards the door.
"Yeah," she shrugged. "I think they moved the party into the hallway."
"Losers," I rolled my eyes and she giggled.
"You wanna come back in?" Sandy started pulling the screen off again.
"I got a better idea," I grinned at her. "You ever sleep in a tree house?"
Half an hour later we judged our great escape a total success. We'd grabbed a couple quilts from the cedar chest and had them wrapped around us in our little hideout 20 feet above the grass in Lazy Jackson's wooded backyard. It was dark and a little dusty, but pretty comfortable anyway, and being under the covers with someone else was nice and warm, even though we were naked. Maybe because we were naked. Well, I was wearing my boxers, and my strap-on underneath that, but that was all. I could feel Sandy's boobs against mine and her left leg was over my right hip as we lay there facing each other, but we were just talking mostly. And kissing in between.
"I saw you before on the Fourth of July, but I guess you don't remember me," Sandy was smiling. "I asked Josh about you, he said you were like a guy."
"I am," I grinned back. "I mean inside I am. Outside I'm just kind of a girl."
"It must be hard," Sandy kissed me.
"It sucks," I sighed a minute later. "I like guys though, you know?"
"No," Sandy shook her head slightly.
"No?" I bit my lip, unsure of what that meant or what I wanted to say. I didn't want to hurt her feelings or anything. What was a guy supposed to say to a girl, especially one who said she loved him, if he didn't love her? I didn't want to sound stupid either.
"I never liked guys," Sandy was trying to explain to me. "Even when I was really little, all of my Barbie dolls went on dates with other Barbies."
I laughed at that, "Really?"
"Yeah, seriously. I knew I was gay before I even knew what a lesbian was," she nodded. "I used to get these horrible crushes on my friends and I couldn't do anything about it."
"I know that feeling," I frowned. "I like guys, but I want them to treat me like a guy. Like, you know, we're gay, sorta." Sandy laughed at me. "What?" I asked her.
She kissed me again and snuggled a little closer, "You are a guy. You're the most beautiful guy I've ever met."
"Thanks," I probably sounded a little sarcastic, but she ignored it.
"So do you still want to find some gay guy?" she made it sound silly the way she said it. "Or do you think you could find a girl to love?" That sounded pretty sexy, the way Sandy was breathing it into my ear. Her hand was playing across my right breast gently, pinching my nipple between her thumb and finger and rolling it around.
"I don't know," I answered truthfully. "I…It's a little confusing."
"I know," she was kissing me again and I was kissing her back.
Was it so bad to have a girlfriend? It didn't seem like it. Sandy didn't seem too interested my pussy and she obviously loved my cock. I didn't understand why she didn't like guys but would like me so much. She had basically told me that she thought of me as a boy. A beautiful one, sure, but there were a lot of good looking guys in the world. I couldn't figure her out anymore than I could figure myself out right then, so I gave up and concentrated on making her feel good.
"Would you kiss me…"
"Sure!" I laughed and kissed her sweet mouth once more.
"…down there?" Sandy finished her question and I wasn't too sure how I felt about kissing another girl's pussy, but how was I supposed to say no?
"You know, I've never done any of this stuff before," I confessed, mostly because I was worried I wouldn't do it right.
"You mean you've never been with a girl before?" Sandy sounded surprised, but I thought she'd understood that already.
"I've never even made out with anyone," I smiled self-consciously.
"You do it really good," Sandy assured me with a giggle and it was okay again. I was sorta worried that I sounded like a little kid or something, but she didn't seem to think so.
We were kissing again, more urgently as if to prove how good we really were at making out. Sandy's hands moved all over my back and neck and up through my short hair, turning and holding my head as we kissed. My own hands were busy too, rubbing along her spine and down to her rounded ass, kneading her gently and even slipping a finger between them. Her body was warm and damp and she felt so good like that.
I wanted to feel her pussy again, but my arm was just too short to get there, so I kissed down her neck, shifting my body lower. Sandy cradled me, pushing my head down so I could kiss her tits. I took another girl's nipple into my mouth for the first time, sucking it gently at first and her reaction was immediate. Sandy's body shivered slightly and pressed closer to mine, her hand pulling my mouth harder to her swollen flesh. I sucked harder, bathing her long stiff nipple with my tongue and my right hand reached her pussy from behind.
Sandy's legs were spread wide for me, one of them draped over my hip, and her pussy opened easily for my fingers. She had more hair than I did, but not that much. I'd noticed before in her bedroom that she kept herself neatly trimmed and I liked the way it felt under the quilts. I pushed into her sex easily, fingering the girl as I sucked her breasts, moving from one to the other and back. Saliva ran from my lips and coated her skin and I lapped it back up as she moaned and hugged my body tightly.
After a long while of that Sandy finally began coaxing me to kiss even lower, practically begging me to kiss her pussy. She pushed and I surrendered totally. I had given up trying to understand who or what I was and just knew that what we were doing felt really good. I'd wasted enough time on trying to analyze and define myself and all it had gotten me was confused. I didn't need any of that, I just needed to kiss my way down, across Sandy's soft tummy, pausing to lick and nibble playfully at her belly button. I moved lower still, getting up on my knees and elbows as she turned to lay flat on her back. I think my rear end was sticking out of the covers as I moved between Sandy's spread thighs, but I didn't care. I could smell her, sweet and tangy and pungent, the way I must have smelled myself right about then.
"Oh yeah, Ann…Kiss me…Please…" Sandy's fingers were in my hair and she was guiding my face to her pussy.
I'd never in my life imagined I would ever lick out another girl. But I wasn't licking another girl, was I? My hand went between my legs and I freed my cock from my boxers, wrapping my fist around it. I was a guy and this was my girlfriend. I wasn't a lesbian and that might sound stupid to you, but it was the truth right then. I was stroking my cock slowly as my mouth found Sandy's pussy for the very first time. I kissed it first, getting just a bit of her juices on my lips and the taste wasn't so bad. It was stronger than I expected, but not fishy like I'd feared and I almost laughed with relief. If anything Sandy tasted more like some exotic fruit than anything else. She was sweet and sour and salty and…Something else…Tangy, I guess, all at the same time. I soon had my tongue slipping across her slit and between her swollen lips. She was so wet and so delicious like that.
And Sandy's thighs…She was patient, letting me explore her with my mouth and I found the soft hollows, just to the left and right of her sex. I kissed and licked Sandy slowly, enjoying the unbelievable softness there. I even found a little spot on the inside of her left thigh that made her gasp when I bit it gently and I went to work giving her a hickey there. I'd never given one before, but I figured it out and by the time I was done my lips felt numb, but I was sure she'd have a nice little love bite to remember me by.
"Now you're mine!" I whispered loudly with a giggle and moved my mouth back to her eagerly waiting sex.
"Yessss…" Sandy moaned and lifted her hips, holding my head and grinding herself to my tongue.
I kept one hand on my cock, jerking off so that it rubbed my burning clit nicely and used my other hand to rub and finger and tease every bit of Sandy's pussy I could. I fingered her while I mouthed her clitoris for a moment, exploring it blindly with my lips and tongue. She was bigger than me, more mature, and Sandy's clit was long and sorta thick. I could pinch it between my lips and still wash the tip of it with my tongue and that seemed to drive her a little crazy.
Maybe too much as she was moving a lot and then pushing my mouth lower, wanting something else. So I kissed her pussy, the swollen labia and the hot hole between them. I kept rubbing her clit, but only lightly with my thumb, and kept most of my attention on trying to fuck her with my tongue. I ate her out the best I could, learning from her reactions what she liked the most and tried to do it even better.
When Sandy came for the first time in my mouth it almost frightened me, the way she squeezed her thighs to my ears and held my face against her pussy as she creamed. It was like a little flood of Sandy Syrup and I savored it, swallowing and licking and drinking her in. My face was hot and flushed, and soaked with saliva and girl juices and still we did it more, until she'd cum at least three times. I was close too, a few times, but I had the luxury of pausing my masturbation when I needed to. I wanted to be inside her when I came, the way a real guy would want it.
I got my wish too. After Sandy's third orgasm, she'd finally had enough and I was able to slide up between her legs, kissing along her body until my mouth found hers. I reached down as we kissed, finding her pussy with the head of my dick and pushed it slowly inside. She moaned into my mouth as I penetrated her ready sex and we made love gently.
"Do you want me to kiss you too?" Sandy whispered in my ear, hugging me as she lifted her hips to meet my thrusts. "Do you want me to lick your pussy?"
"No," I shook my head and hoped she could see my smile was real. "I want to cum like this, with you."
"Mmmm…" I knew her smile was real and she pulled me even tighter. "I love you…I love you…" Sandy was murmuring and this time I found myself believing it, even whispering it back to her between kisses.
Saturday.
I opened my eyes and blinked at the sunlight, a little muddled and not immediately sure where I was at first. I'd slept hard, but I'd needed it badly. I felt Sandy next to me and I guess she needed it too, since she was still sleeping. We were pretty tangled up, our arms and legs across and under and between each other and I hated to move. Not only because I didn't want to wake her up, but it was awfully nice being so close to her like that.
But it was Saturday.
"Shoot," I said softly to myself. I had so much I had to do. I was supposed to be at work, probably. I had no idea what time it was, but it had to be past eight, I was sure. I spent my weekends in the garage with Daddy and he was a big one on responsibility. It was a job, not a retirement plan, Daddy liked to say.
I had to talk to Mark and David too. Why hadn't I talked to them last night? I cursed myself silently for being so dumb. Mark wasn't going to wait for me, he'd been pretty mad and I knew he was going to tell David about what my brothers had been doing to me. Then he'd tell Daddy and the world would end!
And Matt too. I'd been sleeping at his house, supposedly, and my bike was still there. What if Matt or one of the other guys called to see what I was doing? Or maybe even Matt's parents, since they'd been sorta worried about me the night before. I groaned and Sandy moved a little, hugging me while she slept. I was going to be in so much trouble! And if I was a lesbian now…Was I? What did that mean? Daddy was going to have a fit! He'd probably kick me out of the house or something. All of us, except Mark and David, and maybe them too, just on principle. I was ruining everything and I felt really, really small right then. Life wasn't fair at all.
"Hey," Sandy said with a sleepy little smile, sighing and stretching a out against me.
"Hi," I smiled too, but it was hard. Well, not that hard I guess. For some reason just seeing her smiling at me kind of made everything else okay, although that didn't make a whole lot of sense.
"What time is it?" Sandy asked and I told her I didn't know, but I thought it was late. "My watch is in my purse," she looked over her shoulder at it, inviting me to get it for her.
I slid my body across hers and she didn't mind that at all, maybe even that was what she wanted because Sandy had her arms around me as our breasts were pressed together. I tried to ignore it, reaching for her purse and fumbling blindly inside until I could get her little gold and silver Seiko out and look at it.
"Oh. It's just after seven," I felt a little relieved, but not entirely. "I have to get going. I gotta work today."
"Are you sure?" Sandy kissed me softly on my neck.
"Yeah," I sighed and looked down at her, wondering how this had happened. I mean last night had been one thing, but this was morning already. I should have been coming to my senses or something. I liked guys. I wanted a boyfriend who would treat me like a guy and we could have guy sex and…
"Thanks for last night," Sandy was whispering, wrecking my train of thought completely.
"Oh," I smiled and maybe even blushed and I had no idea what a boy said to a girl the morning after, you know?
"I mean for coming back," Sandy told me and I think she understood. "I love you." And she was kissing me again, our lips parting for a deep slow French kiss.
I wished I could have brushed my teeth, but Sandy didn't seem to mind and she was still sweet and warm and good, so I guess it didn't matter. I remembered telling Sandy that I loved her too, especially when I'd cum for like the third time while we'd been fucking. That sounded so crude, fucking. It was the word in my head, a guy word, but it was wrong and I fixed it in my mind, remembering instead how I'd made love to her in our little tree house.
"I love you too, Sandy," I said a moment later and it had just come out. Saying it like that in the morning light and seeing her bright eyes, more green than hazel now, staring into mine…Saying it made my tummy do flip-flops and I had to go.
We got dressed slowly and I felt a little shy for some reason, especially when I was tucking my fake dick back into my pants. It had seemed so real in the dark, but now it looked…Fake, like it wasn't part of me at all. Sandy didn't say anything about it though, she just watched me, smiling and putting on her clothes. We folded the quilts up and got them out of the tree, and before she went back into her house we kissed again, just a quick one though because we were in Josh's front yard.
"Will you call me?" Sandy asked and I nodded. "Do you know the number?"
"Yeah," I smiled at her.
I knew she didn't want me to go, or maybe she wanted to come with me. I figured it was some kind of girly clinging thing maybe, or probably because we'd had sex, maybe she thought I was done with her. I'd heard some of the girls at school talking about stuff like that, and how thoughtless a boy could be, but I'd never really understood it. Why would a guy lose interest just because he'd had sex with someone?
"Okay," Sandy kissed me again, like she'd never stop, and then waved as I got on Henry's bike. It was cold and damp with dew.
"Bye," I said, really thinking there ought to be more and feeling stupid cause I couldn't think of anything.
"Bye," Sandy smiled. "Hey."
"What?
"Last night, in the tree house?" she said slowly and I nodded. "It was the best, Ann."
"Yeah," I swallowed hard cause it had seemed pretty great to me too.
"It was perfect," she said and then I was pedaling away with that to keep me warm.
It was still chilly, being so early, but the breeze felt good and really cleared my head. I tried to think about other things, but my thoughts kept going back to Sandy. Did I really love her? I didn't think so. But I kind of did, too. I'd told her I did, so that meant something, right? I wasn't a lesbian because of it, I was sure of that. I mean, Sandy hadn't even touched my pussy. She liked my cock and she treated me like I was a guy, calling me a boy all night long. When we had sex it wasn't lesbian girl sex, it was making love the way a man and woman should. I was a guy inside and she knew it, so what was the problem? A guy should have a girlfriend. It meant I was normal, sort of. I was a guy in a girl's body and I'd just found out I wasn't totally gay, that's all. I was bisexual or something and that was good, right?
Did I say something about clearing my head? I take it back; I was more confused than ever and trying to convince myself that some label could define me somehow. I'd been getting totally stuck on that, on trying to put my sexuality in a can and live within those narrow confines. But every time I turned around there was something new and unexplored and pulling me in a different direction. Was it like this for everyone? It couldn't last, all this confusion, I'd go crazy before I reached my 16th birthday. I'd never get a car if I went crazy! That thought made me grin and I was half-decided that I was just gonna do what I needed to and figure it all out later…Like when I was 50 or something.
"Hey Daddy!" I gave him my best smile as I entered the house through the kitchen door.
He was reading the paper and drinking coffee and didn't look up right away. Scott was there too, standing near the sink and making a fresh pot. He just shrugged at my questioning look, so I didn't know if I was in trouble or not.
"Humph…" Daddy wasn't much of a morning person. "How was your sleepover?"
"It was okay," I shrugged.
"Want some breakfast?" Scott asked me.
"Sure, yeah. I gotta get a shower though," I gave my dad a little kiss on the cheek as I walked by, like I usually did.
"What's that smell? You wearing perfume or something?" Daddy looked up at me and I shrugged.
I probably smelled a lot like Sandy, but that wasn't perfume at all. "No," I answered. "Must be the soap at Matt's house or something."
But my dad had forgotten about the way I smelled. "What the hell is that?" he asked, staring at a spot just below my chin.
I'd forgotten all about the hickey Sandy had given me and I felt my face reddening, powerless to help it. "Uh…" I licked my lips and Scott, naturally curious, stepped around to see what Daddy was talking about.
"Got yourself a little muffler burn there, Annie," he laughed and it didn't help my situation at all!
"Muffler burn hell!" Daddy narrowed his eyes. "What were you doing last night? Matty give that to you?"
There wasn't any right answer to that. If I told the truth I was dead. If I lied and blamed it on Matt, Daddy would still be mad and probably never let me hang out with him again. Matt was like my brother and I could see my dad trying to understand what was going on. I needed a villain; a good one to blame this on, and only one person came immediately to mind.
"No Daddy," I shook my head and bit my lip a little, putting on my patented guilty little girl act. Sometimes it worked.
"Well, who then? You got a boyfriend I oughta know about?" Daddy had turned fully to face me and Scott went back to scrambling some eggs for me.
"Sorta," I agreed. I couldn't seem too eager, but I didn't want a whipping either. I had to walk the line, you know?
"You better say more than that, girl," Daddy stared at me hard and I looked down at my feet.
"There's a boy…" I said slowly, "…on the football team. We uh, sorta kissed a little after practice yesterday."
"Kissing huh?" Daddy snorted. "This boy got a name?"
"Um, Brian," I swallowed. "Brian Hades." I rushed to say more, the way people do sometimes, "He's nice Daddy. He's 14 like me and the quarterback and he didn't mean to give me a hickey and…"
Scott was shaking his head and stirring the bowl slowly with a whisk.
"How can you not mean to do that?" but Daddy actually smiled, just a little. "You look like Dracula's been at your neck, girl!"
"I know. I'm sorry Daddy," I gave him a hopeful smile. "We just kissed, that's all."
"You sure?" he rubbed his big square jaw thoughtfully. "He didn't try to, um…" he rolled his hand a little, "…uh…"
"No!" I stared at him, actually shocked that he might be thinking what I thought he was. "God no, Daddy!" and that was undeniably the truth as Daddy could undeniably see.
"Okay, um…Good," he nodded. "You have to protect yourself, okay? I know you're growing up and well, you had to get a boyfriend sometime, I reckon. Just make sure…"
"I'm careful, Daddy," I was nodding.
"Bring the boy around sometime, okay? Probably a good thing we have a little man to man just to make sure he isn't trying to do anything else he might end up doing." Daddy grinned at me, "Okay?"
I couldn't believe how well that had gone! Daddy hadn't gone through the roof at all; he didn't even seem to mind I had been kissing a boy! It never occurred to me that maybe my dad might actually be relieved that I had a boyfriend. But looking back on it I think he really was. He'd been raising me as a boy for so long I think he was finally ready to have a daughter. Boyfriends and all.
"Thanks Daddy!" I kissed him again just as Henry was coming into the kitchen, obviously just having woken up.
"What the hell happened to you now?" Daddy stared at Henry's two black eyes. The one on the left wasn't bad, but the right eye was still pretty swollen.
I made my escape while I could; catching just a bit of Henry's excuse that he'd gotten in a fight a school. What else was he going to say? He'd gotten cracked by his brothers for taking pictures of me after I'd sucked his dick? I don't think so! Daddy wouldn't care about a school fight anyhow, he always told us it was better to put up a fight and lose than it was to run away. He said if you always run you'll always lose. It makes sense some of the time, but other times I'm not so sure.
It wasn't until after lunch that I was able to talk with Mark and David. I was out back, behind the garage working on the transmission of a John Deere D9 which is a honkin' big tractor, if you didn't know. It just didn't want to go into reverse anymore, but that wasn't bad. I like tractors a lot. They're simple mostly, especially the older ones like the D9, and it was always a good workout.
"Hey," Mark came around the corner, followed by David.
"Hi," I smiled at them and climbed out from underneath the tractor. That was the other good thing about those things; they had a lot of room to work with.
"Pops took off for Beaverton to get some parts," David said. Both of them were pretty dirty, they'd been working on a Ford Taurus that had cracked a cylinder.
"I didn't say nothin' to him." Mark looked at me. He was holding a coke and he took a swallow. David had two and he tossed me one.
"Thanks," I looked at David, all of 17 and handsome with dark curling hair and brown eyes. He looked like 18 year old Mark's twin, except for being about an inch shorter. "Mark told you?"
"Yep," David smiled, but it wasn't a happy one, just lopsided and a little embarrassed maybe.
I opened my soda and it fizzed out a little, running cool over my greasy hand. I drank some and walked over so we could all sit at the little picnic table we had back there. It was covered with parts and tools, but that was okay.
"They really do all that stuff to you?" David asked me finally.
He dug a cigarette out of his coveralls, straightening it and lighting it. He was the only one who smoked in our family but none of us really cared, not even Daddy. We just nagged him a lot about killing himself and he kept promising to quit, but those things must be awfully tough to let go.
"Yeah, sorta," I agreed.
"What do you mean sort of?" Mark looked at me with a frown.
"I mean it takes two to tango, you know?" I shook my head at him. "I wanted it too, alright? It wasn't like I got raped or anything."
"But they're your brothers, Ann," David's voice left blue smoke in the air. "Steve fucked you? C'mon…" he was being deliberately vulgar.
"Who gave you that hickey?" Mark asked, sounding like he was accusing Steve of that too.
"None of your business," I smiled sarcastically.
"…and you gave Henry and Greg blowjobs?" David pressed on. "That's like abuse, Ann. You're just a kid."
"I'm not a kid. I'm fourteen and besides, it's not like you're so old," I was feeling lectured when I didn't want to be. "Neither one of you!"
"Well, we gotta stop this," Mark was saying. "It isn't right. You don't get it. You've been like…Brain-washed or something."
I laughed at him then, "Brain-washed? I just…" I didn't know how to say it and I waved my Coke around in a gesture of futility. "I just wanted to try it, okay? I wanted to do it and see what it was like. I didn't mean to make any trouble, that was Henry's fault, alright? He's the one with the camera and he's the one who acts stupid all the time."
We sat there for awhile, each of us just thinking to ourselves. I didn't know what to do about any of this and neither did Mark or David. It was obvious they didn't really want to tell Daddy anything, but I knew they thought they should. Mark especially. And somehow, even if they didn't say anything, we all still had to eat at the same table and sleep under the same roof. We were still a family and my brothers couldn't stay mad at each other for too long without some real trouble starting.
"Don't tell Daddy, okay?" I had to know what they were gonna do.
"You have to promise none of this is gonna happen again," Mark told me. "I mean it. You have to promise and so does everyone else. Steve, Scott, Henry, Greg, everybody."
"I promise, I swear to you guys," I was nodding. "We talked about it last night. We won't do anything ever again. They'll tell you."
"They better," Mark said and he tossed his can onto a pile of rusting scrap metal. He gave me a hug then and I hugged him back hard. "I just don't want anybody to ever hurt you, Ann."
"I know," I had my face pressed to his chest. "I love you too."
"Why don't you hang out with us?" David was saying a minute later, he looked at Mark and back at me. "I mean if you want to, be better than being off on your own anyway."
"What do you mean?" I narrowed my eyes a little, trying to figure out what he was saying.
"Like last night, you were at Josh's party, right?" Mark gave me a conspiratorial smile.
"Yeah…So?" I felt a little nervous wondering what they knew about last night.
"Well, Pops was saying you got a boyfriend…" Mark was saying.
"That Brian Hades guy," David interrupted.
"But he spent all night trying to get into Jackie Vale's panties," Mark was grinning at me.
"So if it wasn't him and it wasn't anybody around here…" David continued, meaning I didn't get it from one of my brothers. "Then who was it?"
"One of your friends?" Mark watched my face as he reeled off their names, "Matt? Lance? John? Um…Kyle maybe?"
But I just kept shaking my head and smiling, although inside my stomach was knotted up tight.
"C'mon, sis, you can tell us. We ain't gonna tell anybody!" David was smiling too. "You must have left the party pretty early. Hmmm…"
"Yeah," Mark scratched his head theatrically. "Who else left the party early last night?"
"Aww, just leave me alone about it, huh?" But this was the usual sort of game our family played, I was just lucky they weren't doing it around Sunday dinner for a change. I grabbed a wrench and made like I was gonna go back to work.
"It wasn't Josh's cousin, that's for sure!" David laughed and I felt my heart stop. "She was trying to knock a wall down with somebody last night."
I don't know what sort of look passed over my face but Mark had caught it. I could see it in his eyes; he just didn't know what it meant. He couldn't quite put it together and I turned away from them quickly, too quickly, climbing back under the tractor.
"Wait a minute…" Mark was saying quietly. "You mean you…" He looked at me and I licked my lips. His face suddenly got animated, like one of the Three Stooges figuring out something obvious.
"Huh?" David had still been chuckling, thinking about Josh's cousin.
"Ann!" Mark was staring at me open mouthed. "You and…Her? Last night?"
"What?" David was catching on finally and he stared from Mark to me and back again. "Ann and her…What? Josh's cousin? The hot one?"
I couldn't hide it, as if I could ever hide anything when my brothers pressed me. Daddy I had a certain amount of control over, but my brothers…I sighed.
"Look, it isn't what you think…" I started, but Mark cut me off quick.
"You did it with another girl, didn't you?" Mark smiled and that surprised me. I figured he'd be at least as upset as he had been about the other things I'd got caught doing.
"You fucked Josh's cousin?" David wasn't trying to be vulgar now; he was just too excited to remember his manners. "The hot one?"
"Yeah," I nodded. "Sort of I guess."
"Oh man!" Mark laughed. "You are so weird, Ann! Jesus!"
"You can't tell anyone!" I was practically begging them.
"What? No, of course not!" Mark assured me and David did the same.
"It was my first time," I smiled a little sheepishly.
"You know how many guys I've smacked cause they asked me if you were a lezbo?" David shook his head. "Hundreds and now it turns out you really are one? Holy crap, Ann."
"I'm not a lesbian, okay?" I got up again, feeling ready to fight over it, if I had to. "I'm a guy, okay? I'm just a guy in a girl's body. That's it, finished, end of story!" I felt like a broken record, repeating the same thing over and over. I was getting sick of it. Why didn't people understand that about me?
"A guy in a girl's body…?" David had stopped laughing now.
"Yeah," I nodded.
"So, um, why did you suck Henry's dick then?" Mark was smiling like he had me over a barrel with that one.
"Cause I thought I was gay," I said without the embarrassment it probably should have caused me. That wiped Mark's smile off pretty quick and I shrugged. "Now, I guess I'm bisexual or whatever."
I sat down again. We all did and none of us said anything for awhile. If I expected Mark or David to protest, or ask me silly questions about how I felt or something, I was wrong. They seemed to be accepting what I'd told them pretty good, much better than I'd ever have figured them to. Better than anybody else had, I thought.
"That chick is pretty hot, huh?" David said finally. "That Josh's cousin, what’s her name…"
"Her name's Sandy," I replied. "Yeah. She's pretty cute."
"Noisy too," Mark said and that finally broke it for us.
We were all laughing and talking about last night and it was amazingly cool to be friends with Mark and David again. The best part was that I knew I could trust them. They'd never tell anyone anything, not even something as rich as me having sex with Josh's cousin, Sandy.
"So how'd you guys do it?" David was always hungry for the details though.
"C'mon, I don't ask about you and your girlfriends," I protested.
"Ask away!" David laughed. "I just want to know. I mean, how do two girls…You know…Do it?"
"I, uh, I have a dildo," I blushed. "A strap-on. It's pretty big."
"A dildo?" Mark laughed. "Really? How big?"
"Like, I don't know, nine inches or something. But it feels real, it's cool," I felt a little excited talking about it. "And the bottom of it sort of rubs me when we do it, so…" I made a little face.
"I guess so," Mark shook his head. "Jesus."
"Are you gonna see her again?" David was digging for another cigarette.
"Yeah. I guess so, I don't know. I'm sposed to call her; she has to go back to Pullman tomorrow night," I licked my lips. The truth was I was a little nervous about calling her. What if she'd changed her mind about me or something?
"You should definitely call her then," Mark was saying. "She's hot."
"Yeah. Go call her now; she's probably been waiting all day for you," Mark gave me a little shove.
"No, I'm…I don't know…" I looked at my brothers' smiling faces. "You think so?"
"Chicks are always waiting for guys to call, believe me!" Mark nodded. "Especially the day after you fuuu uh…You know…"
"But what if she changed her mind or…" I protested weakly and I didn't know why I was scared.
"Changed her mind?" David had finally lit his cigarette and he laughed at me. "Was she pissed when you left her?"
"No," I shook my head. "She said she loved me."
"Love? Oh man!" Mark gave David a knowing grin.
"She's waiting," David took a puff and he made it sound certain.
"Fact," Mark agreed. "Go call her, tell her you'll take her to a movie tonight."
"Take her to a movie? How am I gonna do that?" The nearest movie theater was in Beaverton.
"Go with us!" David spread his arms wide. "We're taking Sherry and Jane, you and what's her name can come along."
"What?" I gasped. "Are you crazy? Sherry and Jane? They'll blab for sure!" I couldn't believe that stupid idea.
"No they won't," Mark promised.
I stared at him hard, "How do you know?"
"Cause…" Mark grinned.
"Sherry and Jane fuck each other!" David laughed. "They're totally into it, I swear."
"And nobody knows except us," Mark was nodding his head.
"No way!" I stared at them.
"Way," David grinned.
"Then why'd you ask how me and Sandy did it?" I wondered.
"Well, we didn't know we were gonna tell you about Sherry and Jane!" Mark laughed at me. "And you can't say a word to anyone, okay?"
"I won't," I promised. Like who was I gonna tell anyway?
"You just gotta watch out one of them doesn't try to steal Josh's cousin," David said.
"Or you!" Mark grinned.
"What?" I blinked at my brothers.
"Nah, we'll talk to them. It'll be cool, you'll see," David was pushing me. "Now go call her up, tell her we'll be by about 6:30 alright?"
Did you ever feel like the world was turning upside down? No wonder Mark and David were so cool with me having a girlfriend. Their girlfriends had girlfriends too. But they were sisters, so…Incest was okay so long as you were both girls? Or, incest was okay so long as you weren't actually related to Mark or David? They were total hypocrites and I almost laughed at that. It was confusing to me and for such a small town it sure seemed like everyone had a lot of really, really strange secrets going on!
Jane and Sherry were lesbians. Okay. The weirdest thing was that the idea didn't turn me on at all. I was kind of expecting it would, once I'd thought about it a little, but it didn't. They were both pretty, that was for certain. Jane was rather shorter, a willowy blonde with blue eyes, and Sherry was taller, with large breasts and dark auburn hair. They didn't look much like sisters, but then I didn't look much like my brothers, except for Scott. Anyway, if I really was a lesbian, the idea of going out with incestuous lesbian sisters should have gotten me a little excited, right? But it didn't. The thought of having sex with either one of them didn't do anything for me. But thinking about Sandy, waiting by her phone for me to call…That was sending all kinds of little signals to my brain. And other parts of my body!
"Are you sure?" Sandy really wanted to go out with me, and that was a relief, but she wasn't sure about a triple date with my brothers and the Hudson sisters. "I just don't want to cause any problems for you."
"It'll be okay," I was trying to reassure her but the truth was that I wasn't too sure of this myself. "My brothers are really cool, you'll like them."
"I was kind of hoping to get you alone though," she giggled softly and I couldn't help but smile.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked her, keeping my voice needlessly soft since Mark and David weren't even pretending not to listen in. They sat at the kitchen table watching me intently.
"Josh is going out tonight," Sandy said slowly. "Some kind of lumberjack bachelor party or something."
I laughed, "Right, I heard something about that. One of the guys at the mill is getting married tomorrow."
"Yeah. So my Grammy is still out of town and…" her voice trailed off.
"And who needs a movie when you have a TV, huh?" I suggested.
"Who needs a movie when you have a bed!" Sandy was grinning, I could tell from her voice, and so was I.
"Okay. Ummm…" I was trying to think of when I could get over there. I was pretty greasy and a little hungry and…
"Just come over now, okay? I'll make something for us to eat, do you like chicken? Or I can cook some…"
I just laughed, "Chicken's great, sure. But I'm pretty dirty so…"
"Oh, that's okay. I don't mind, really. Just come over and you can clean up here," Sandy was definitely eager, but she had no idea how dirty I was!
"You have no idea, Sandy. I've been rebuilding a tractor all day. I look like I just fell out of an oil can," I figured she'd realize I needed a good hour or so, but maybe not.
"Really? Um, that's okay…I'd kinda like to see you all dirty…" I could hear her swallow thickly over the phone, "…Like that. Don't change, okay? Please? Just come over."
"Uh, okay. I will then," I wasn't going to fight it, that was for sure. "See you in a little bit."
"Kay, bye," Sandy said. "I love you." She hung up before I could say anything else. It was weird having a girl I'd just met tell me she loved me all the time.
"Sorry guys," I looked at my brothers. "She doesn't want to go to a movie."
"What?" David looked totally disappointed. "You didn't try very hard!"
"Didn't try hard? What was I supposed to do, David, blackmail her? Sheesh!"
"Maybe next time," Mark shrugged.
"Anyway, I'm gonna go over to Josh's place for awhile." I smiled at them and went upstairs to get my stuff. It was gonna be messy if I didn't at least wash my hands, so I did. I could always get them dirty again.
The phone rang while I was upstairs and I heard Mark calling for me, "Ann, phone! It's Lance."
"Okay. Okay."
I'd grabbed some clean clothes and my dildo, actually strapping it on since I'd rather missed wearing it all day, and some school books, just cause if I stayed out late I might need an excuse when I got home. Doing homework was always good, if only slightly unbelievable. Especially on a Saturday night, but it was better than nothing though.
I went back downstairs and picked up the phone, "Hello?"
"Ann? Hey, it's Lance. What's up dude?" I guess he was the one designated to find out if I was still upset or not. I'd been waiting all day for one of them to call.
"I was just getting ready to take off. What are you up to?" I kept my voice light and happy. I wasn't pissed anymore.
"We're going to a movie over in Beaverton, you wanna go?" Lance sounded relieved, or maybe it was just my imagination.
"Oh, uh no, I can't. I sorta have to do something," I didn't have an excuse handy and my brain wasn't working good enough to think of a decent one. I frowned, knowing Lance would ask.
"Have to do what?"
"I have to go to dinner at a friend's house. Like an old family friend, you know?" I added quickly, since Lance knew all my regular friends.
"Oh," he sounded deflated. "You uh, you're not still mad…Are you?" he asked hesitantly.
I laughed, "No, I'm not. You're my best friends, c'mon!"
"Okay, cool," I could hear him let out the breath he was holding. "Hey, there's a football game tomorrow, a bunch of the guys are gonna play over at Soldier Field."
"Are you playing?" I asked.
"Yeah, me and Matt and Kyle. John has to go to church all day or something," he chuckled. "Least that's what he said. His cousin, the lumberjack one, is getting married."
"Yeah, I heard about that," I was getting a weird sense of déjà vu. "What time is the game?"
"After lunch. Like one o'clock. You gonna play?" Lance waited but I didn't say anything right away. "Brian Hades is gonna be there."
"Oh, great. Like I care!" I replied sarcastically.
"I thought you liked him," Lance laughed.
"No, I don't. I'll play if I can, okay? I'm not sure though, I got a lot of work to do around here." And besides, I told myself, Sandy had to go back to Pullman tomorrow night, so maybe I might want to see her and…I could hardly believe I was thinking like that, but I was.
"Okay, whatever, man," Lance sounded unhappy again. "We need you though, so if you can play you better show up!"
"I will, yeah, yeah…Later Lance."
"Later, dude."
A quick twenty minutes later and I was at Josh's house, parking Henry's bike between the house and the garage. I knocked on the side door, feeling just a little nervous. I was standing there in my old navy blue coveralls, stained with so much oil and grease that they might as well have been black. I had my Seahawks ball cap on, which was also pretty dirty, and my work boots. My face was streaked with grease and my hands were stained, but kind of clean; at least I wouldn't be leaving fingerprints all over. I had my backpack over my shoulder and my strap-on dildo pushed down in my boxers. I sure hoped Sandy wasn't going to be disappointed.
"Hey boyfriend!" she wasn't disappointed at all, so far as I could tell. Sandy kissed me on the lips and let me in, looking me up and down.
She was dressed nice, but not real fancy and I was glad of that. Just a light yellow sundress that looked maybe a size and half too small for her. The hem was short and fell just to mid-thigh at best, but it really showed off Sandy's legs. I hadn't gotten to appreciate them all that much before. They were long and smooth and soft looking and went all the way up to her butt, which was really working her dress as she moved. Sandy wasn't wearing a bra, that was obvious, and the sundress was straining a little to keep her breasts from falling out. I could see her dark nipples trying to poke through the fabric and it was all I could do to keep from staring.
"How do I look?" Sandy was smiling at me and she put her hands on her hips, posing a little.
"You look great," I felt pretty shabby in comparison.
"So do you," Sandy said and she moved closer to me, so that her tits were practically in my face.
"I look horrible," I laughed a little and put my bag down by the door. We were in the kitchen and I wasn't exactly sure what I should say or do.
"No, you look just like a guy who got off work," Sandy was touching my shoulders and I warned her about getting dirty, but she just smiled. "I think I like dirty guys," she whispered and then she was kissing me and I accepted her tongue into my mouth eagerly.
Sandy wasn't wasting any time, that was for sure. I could feel her hands unzipping my coveralls, pulling the zipper all the way down from my chest to my crotch. I just kept my hands on her hips and waist, squeezing her as we kissed and letting her do whatever she wanted with me. I was lost completely and it felt good as the girl worked my shoulders and then my arms free of my coveralls.
"Have you got something for me?" Sandy gave me a wicked little grin as she pulled my strap-on out of my boxers, working it through the opening in the front so it stuck out like a real man's cock.
I wasn't wearing a t-shirt or anything and while one hand pushed and pulled at my fake dick, Sandy's other hand was all over my chest, feeling my small firm breasts and making me shiver with excitement. We kissed a little and then she'd pull back a little, looking at me and smiling as she played with my body.
"You're so sexy like this," Sandy was saying softly. "I love the way you smell."
Sandy was kissing my neck and all I could do was murmur small appreciations for the way she was making me feel. When she kissed my breasts I didn't even mind, I didn't feel like a girl when Sandy was with me. She kissed my nipples and I got a real surprise when she dragged her tongue to my left armpit, causing me to raise my arm slightly so she could inhale deeply. It was strange but somehow exciting too because it was obvious Sandy was really getting off on my unwashed scent. I'd been sweating a lot, all day long, and while part of me figured what she was doing was gross, mostly I didn't mind at all. Even when she was kissing and licking my underarm, almost bathing me with her tongue, it was incredibly sexy.
I moved my hands up to Sandy's breasts, massaging the swollen globes through her dress. It seemed only slightly awkward, the way we were feeling each other up in Josh's kitchen, and neither of us cared very much. Sandy was exploring every inch of my upper body with her mouth and hands and all I could do was try and keep my balance. My body was trembling with the unexpected pleasure this girl was bringing me.
"Oh Sandy, God! You make me feel so good," I was telling her as her mouth found mine once more.
"I want you to feel good," she smiled and pushed her tongue into my mouth, probing me deeply as her hand worked my cock, my clit feeling every little movement until I thought I'd scream.
"Oh, man…" I breathed. "I'm going to cum pretty soon…Don't stop…Don't…"
"Do you want me to suck it?" Sandy whispered, licking my ear as she spoke. "Do you want me to suck your big cock?"
I nodded, unable to do much more as my senses were being slowly but surely overcome. I could only lean back against the countertop as Sandy slipped slowly down to the linoleum floor, kneeling there and jerking my nine inch dildo with her hand. My body was shaking inside, like I was the center of a little earthquake or something. I could feel the base of my strap-on, soft molded rubber with its odd shape and size, rubbing across my pussy. It was quickly bringing my already stiff clitoris to a humming pitch and I felt the little tender pressures building deep in the folds of my sex.
"You smell so good…" Sandy was saying. "Sweaty and dirty…Mmmph…" and then she was doing it, working the smooth head of my penis between her lips, working her tongue around it so the flesh colored plastic gleamed wetly.
I wasn't sure how much fun it could be for Sandy to give me a blowjob. I mean it was just plastic and rubber, but it must have been good because she was really into it. So was I, for that matter. My cock couldn't feel anything, but underneath was my clitoris, swollen and burning and every bit an extension of my fake penis. It was throbbing between my thighs and my pussy was contracting on itself, like a hungry little mouth that would never be fed. It was intense and my knees were weak, but it was the watching that was really good for me; seeing Sandy down there like that, sucking my dick. It was awesome and now I knew why guys liked it so much. Maybe it felt good, maybe not, but it sure was a serious power trip!
I put my hands in Sandy's hair. It was long and thick and silky soft, straight brown hair that I wrapped around my fingers and I found myself urging her on like that. Not forcing her at all, but just moving with her as Sandy bobbed her mouth up and down the shaft of my cock. It was so good like that and I was telling her so, whispering breathlessly how good she was making me feel. Sandy kept looking up too, with her eyes more hazel now in the afternoon light, wide and staring into mine as I watched the tight red 'O' of her lips sliding wetly back and forth around my hard dick.
When Sandy moved her hand around the back of my thigh, I got a real surprise. She knew, or maybe just sensed that I didn't really want her touching my pussy directly. I think she was almost as happy to ignore it as I was. Sandy might have been a lesbian, but she loved boys, no doubt about it. She just needed a girl like me, a girl who really was a boy on the inside. When her hand slid inside the back of my loose boxers and I felt her fingertips grazing my tight little rosebud anus, it was almost too much. I was nodding and whispering "Yessss…" over and over and Sandy just sucked my cock harder as she pushed a finger inside my sweaty asshole.
"I'm gonna cum…Ohhh…" I couldn't stop my orgasms, a whole series of them, one after another. They crashed through me like tidal waves, each as powerful as the one before it. I had my eyes shut tightly and my clit screamed with lightning bolts of painful pleasure. I could barely stand up and I held onto Sandy's shoulders, crouching over her as if trying to hug her to my sex. Her finger was wriggling in my butt, twisting and turning and working in and out of me like a little cock. Time stopped and it took a good long while before I'd realized that Sandy had paused, giving my overwhelmed senses a rest, and the girl was hugging my waist while I leaned on her for support.
I slowly let Sandy go, straightening and smiling down at her as she beamed up at me. Her face was red and wet with saliva, it had even run down her chin and neck, I saw, so that the tops of her creamy breasts glistened wetly.
"Feel better?" she grinned and I nodded.
"Yeah, God…That was great…" I was hot and sticky all over.
"Good…" she was standing up again and I watched as Sandy lifted the hem of her dress slowly. She wasn't wearing any panties and I saw her swollen labia distended beneath the neatly trimmed hair of her pussy. "…My turn now, boyfriend!" she giggled and all I could do was grin.
Sandy bent over the kitchen table with her dress around her hips. It was a big old sturdy thing made of stained oak, and I knew what she wanted. I moved behind her and rubbed the smooth plastic head of my cock up and down over the entrance to Sandy's womb.
"Do it…Put it in me…" Sandy was urging me and I wasted no time, pushing forward with my hips slowly.
It was incredible watching my cock split her labia, sinking inside Sandy's tight wet pussy inch by inch. I had her sweet rounded ass in my hands, pulling her cheeks apart to give me an even better view. I kept pushing until it was as deep inside as it could go, the soft rubber balls nestled tightly against her flesh. I really was balls deep, I told myself, and I held her like that for a long moment while Sandy sighed contentedly.
"Are you ready?" I teased her, rocking my hips a little, but not withdrawing my dick even an inch.
"Fuck me…Give me your big cock…" she was staring at me over her shoulder, her eyes hungry with lust. "Make me cum all over your dick."
She had talked a little bit like that the night before and it still surprised me to hear it, but it was exciting too. "I will…" I promised. "I'm gonna fuck you good now," it was sort of fun talking dirty. "Here it comes, Sandy!"
I pulled back until just the head was lodged in her sex and lunged forward, spearing a good eight inches of cock into Sandy's willing cunt. She gasped loudly and that was all the encouragement I needed. I started fucking her hard, the base pounding against my clit with every thrust, and the straps tightening around my hips as I pulled against her desire to keep me deep inside. I held Sandy by the waist, pulling and pushing her to join my urgent rhythm and she moaned loudly, shoving her ass back to slap against my hips over and over.
The table rocked and squeaked and even skittered a little across the floor, banging chairs and filling the house with the sounds of our lovemaking. Sandy was flat on her chest and stomach by now, grasping the edge of the table in her hands, and groaning loudly with each thrust of my cock. I was between her spread legs, my fingers digging into her soft hips, working to fuck her as hard as she wanted. I was breathing hard and my body was burning inside and out, my smallish breasts aching with excitement, and my clit ready to explode at any second. Once again I was fighting to control my orgasm, I wanted to cum with Sandy and she was so close I knew it wouldn't be long.
Sandy made short sharp yelps when she came, like a small dog that gets too excited. She lifted her head, arching her back and I ground myself against her, rubbing my clitoris hard against the base of my strap-on dildo. That was all it took and I collapsed as my climax surged through me. I pressed my body to her back, my hard pointed nipples rubbing across the damp material of her sundress as my pussy convulsed with orgasmic spasms that became the center of my universe. I kissed Sandy's shoulders and stroked her skin with my hands, whispering how good it felt, cumming with her like that. It was the ultimate form of sharing and I couldn't imagine anything better.
"I still can't believe your only 14…" Sandy was saying. "You act like your 20 or something. Like a college guy should act."
"Maybe it's cause I'm with you," I breathed and kissed her smile.