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Girl Fag 36

 

All my brothers were gone along with Daddy to hit the junkyards. They'd taken the big Mack Super tow truck and the old flatbed ten-wheeler we used for hauling stuff. Steve's Mach I was there, the old Deceiver, but he wasn't and I figured he was driving Lisa's car, since he'd left me a note saying he was at Lisa's place and he'd be back about noon to pick me up. It was only gonna take about four or five hours to get to Seattle maybe, so we didn't have to rush too much.

I was just finishing my packing when I heard the unmistakable sound of Rusty Thunder below my bedroom window. It was 12:03 according to my alarm clock and Steve always did have a pretty good sense of timing. I forgot all that stuff though and ran down the stairs because I couldn't believe Steve was really driving Thunder around town and he couldn't possibly be thinking of taking it to Oregon, could he?

That would be…Insane!

"Hi Miss Russet," Lisa smiled at me as Steve helped her get out of the car and she had her collar on, but at least the rest of her looked normal. Designer jeans to show off her long legs and perfect ass and a loose shirt, like a man's dress shirt with the sleeves neatly rolled up, but a small one so it fit her very nicely. The top two or three buttons were undone and her braless tits were right there! Yeah, Lisa was hot as ever with her blonde hair loose and a pair of dark sunglasses covering her blue eyes.

But that car was hotter.

"Hey! All packed?" Steve smiled at me like he was the Cheshire cat and my name was Alice. I felt like it too. "I think we still got a little room in the trunk." 

"What trunk? We're taking this? Seriously?" I stared at Steve and he shrugged. "Does daddy know?"

"Uhhh…" Steve chuckled. "I mighta forgot to mention it."

"Oh God!" I shook my head at him. "You might as well move to Oregon and stay there."

"What's wrong?" Lisa wondered, not sure if there was real trouble brewing or if we were just foolin' around, cause the Russet Boys were like that and she was still getting used to us.

"It'll be fine," Steve said. "She's been in the garage for a year…"

"Yeah, but…" I felt my heart thumping.

"…and the Thunder's gotta roll, Annie," Steve laughed. "You know you want it."

"Oh God," I sighed. "Daddy is so gonna kill us when we get back!"

"What's wrong with this car?" Lisa asked and I looked at her, wondering if she was blind. "It's nice. I never rode in a racecar before."

"Nice?" I laughed. "Yeah, that's one word for it, I guess. I gotta finish packing. I hope you got about a million dollars for gas," I told my brother. "That thing only gets about eight miles to the gallon, you know."

"Nah, more like six," Steve grinned.

"Where you gonna get C-16 anyway?" I wondered, cause the fuel cells would have to be drained if we were gonna use pump gas. The only place around that sold racing fuel was down at Hastings. He couldn't be serious. "We have to jet the primaries too and replace the blower belt probably and...Hey!"

Steve was ignoring me

Rusty Thunder wasn't the best name for a car maybe, but that was Daddy's sense of humor at work. Russet is like the same color as rust, so he wanted to personalize it that way for one thing. Another thing was that Daddy said he wanted to name the car for what it wasn't, as much as for what it was. Like there was a paradox there or something, and I wasn't too sure about that, but people did seem to appreciate the joke anyway. Mostly we just called it Thunder around the house and we all wanted to drive it…Badly.

Like, imagine having your very own stock car, complete with decals and logos and those real big numbers so everyone would know your name was Nasty. That's why it was number 69 according to Mark. Steve said it was 69 cause it was sexy and either way, Rusty Thunder was a nasty, sexy '89 LSC MK VII that had no business being anywhere but on a track. Daddy had always wanted to try building a real racecar and Steve had always wanted one, so…We just went ahead and did it using the LSC because it was handy for one thing, and like Daddy said, "Anybody can build a Lumina. Shit."

It had a 500hp V-10 that we'd pulled out of a wrecked '04 Viper SRT10 along with the T56 transmission. We reworked twin GT30R turbochargers with dual wastegates and a TiAL blowoff valve for it, even though the TC was made for the Ford GT and didn't really want to play nice at first. We had to do a lot of custom building for that car too, like the air manifold and getting the air flow sensors just right? I remember that especially cause we spent like three days on that stupid manifold, and then getting the factory ECU tuned and everything? God! Once we were done that car put out about 750 horses, turned in a 8.25 quarter mile and 0-60 was in the high two's, which wasn't too bad at all considering that it wasn’t built for the strip. That car was pretty much a rocket.

Like I said, taking Thunder on a road trip was crazy!

Steve was getting his stuff together and Lisa was using the bathroom, while I was putting the finishing touches on my own pack job and wondering if I shouldn't change clothes. I was clean enough, but it was going to be a long drive to Seattle and Thunder didn't have any backseat. There was a huge water-to-air intercooler back there. He couldn't be serious! So I stripped off my jeans, which were a little tight, and started digging through my clothes looking for a pair of pants that would be loose and comfortable. I'd never gotten into the baggy jeans look though, nobody around Squinosha had, and maybe that was just a city thing. Mostly all the kids I knew wore straight leg Levi's or corduroys sometimes, and the most comfortable pair of pants I owned had some serious rips in the knees.

That was okay though, right? I mean, I was just gonna be riding on Lisa's lap for like 300 miles? No way! Steve was crazy! Anyway, I could always change into something decent later. I grabbed my jeans and then I giggled as Lisa's panties fell out of them. The one's I'd sorta borrowed when I'd had my period. I'd washed them and folded them up, hiding them in the fold of my pants so Henry wouldn't find them, and then mostly forgot about them. That was totally weird, seeing those sexy, girly lace panties laying at my feet and I sorta just stared at them for a second.

"Fuck it," I breathed and I hardly ever swear, so you can tell I was feeling weird.

I pushed my boxers down, my boy underwear, and put on Lisa's panties. They were so totally feminine and I don't know why I was doing it. Maybe cause they were hers? But I didn't think so. I was remembering Julie and Jane and having all that girl sex with them. I was remembering how I'd checked out my body the afternoon before, right there in that same spot, except I'd been laying on the floor mostly. I was thinking about being a girl and some part of me was getting used to the idea, or at least wanted to try and get used to it. 

Girl panties. I didn't even own my own pair and Lisa's were just a little too big for me, of course. They were loose and almost wanted to fall off my narrow hips, but they felt good. They felt sexy, like I was almost a real girl and I blinked at that. I felt almost guilty and I got my pants on quickly, before Steve or Lisa could walk in and see me. I felt like I was doing something perverted, you know? Like I was one of those guys who wear women's clothes or something. A transvestite? Something like that, I swear. I felt like that's what I was, a cross-dressing teenage boy, but it was hot too. Sexy sorta and like I had a secret all my own, hidden underneath my pants. I was getting wet and my nipples were hard and that was so weird!

How could I be a cross-dressing fag if I was really a girl? 

I zipped up my jeans and buttoned them, deciding against a belt, even though that meant they'd be riding low if I wasn't careful. Low enough to show off the flimsy waistband of those panties for sure. That was sorta cool though, like leaving clues, you know? Somebody could see my girly underwear and know I was wearing something sexy like a boy shouldn't. I left my t-shirt out, a white one with a big sparkplug on the back that said "Bang!" across my tits. My breasts were kinda obvious now, since my nipples were hard and pierced and still swollen anyway, but even more than that, my tits were growing fast. Like right before my eyes almost. A month before I hadn't had hardly any boobs at all, but now? I definitely had tits. 

I looked at myself in the mirror, combing my fingers through my short blonde hair and I looked like a girl, definitely. A real tomboy, no doubt about that, but my body had shape and my tits were unmistakable, and my face was too pretty. I was going to be a real girl someday, a beautiful one maybe, I wasn't sure about that, but it was coming and sooner rather than later. I was gonna be fifteen in a month and that sorta scared me. Sorta made me mad in a way. I liked being a boy, but last night I'd liked being a girl too. Grinding. I was thinking about how Jane had taught me and Julie how to pussy fuck and then I was wondering if Lisa knew how to do it. What would it be like having real girl sex with her? And what would Steve do? Would he fuck me? Like really put his cock inside my pussy?

Did I want that? I thought maybe I did and that scared me too and I started having second thoughts about this little road trip. 

"Miss Russet?" Lisa was knocking on the door and I blushed like I'd been caught doing something I shouldn't have when she opened the door and peeked at me.

"I'm…Yeah, I'm about ready," I said and the woman was staring at me, smiling and blushing a little herself, although I didn't know why.

"You look really nice," Lisa said and I laughed weakly, standing there in ripped jeans and a t-shirt. 

"I look homeless," I giggled, but Lisa was shaking her head and I wondered if she saw me as a boy or girl right then. But it could be I was the only one who thought like that, you know? Everyone else just saw me and I was too worried about trying to be one or the other.

"Who's homeless?" Steve pushed the door open all the way. "Pops didn't catch us yet!"

"Heh!" I grinned at him and grabbed some gel off my dresser. "I'm almost ready."

"Is your bag packed? I'll take it downstairs," Steve said, grabbing my backpack off my bed. "This is kinda light for five days, are you gonna be alright?"

"Yeah," I shrugged, running my gel covered hands through my hair briskly. It was gonna be all spiky, but that was cool. My hair was getting too long to stand up by itself and I was gonna need a haircut soon…Maybe. I wondered what I'd look like with long blonde hair, not too long, but like Scott's maybe. That might be cool and not too girlish, right?

"Don't worry," Lisa said. "I brought a lot of clothes and I still have all my old clothes down in Klamath. Mom never throws anything away."

"Whatever," Steve grinned, probably thinking there was no way Lisa was ever going to get me into her decidedly feminine wardrobe. "Don't forget your toothbrush!"

"This is going to be so much fun," Lisa said, walking across the bedroom, which was sort of a crowded place because I shared it with Greg and Henry and three beds took up a lot of room.

"Yeah," I agreed and I knew she wanted to touch me. Lisa's hand came up slightly as I watched her reflection in the mirror, but she paused.

"Do you still like me, Miss Russet?" Lisa asked softly, making it sound like maybe I didn't for some reason.

"Course I do," I smiled, turning around and I grabbed the boxers I'd been wearing, using them to wipe my hands clean.

"Good," Lisa sighed with obvious relief and she did touch me then, her fingers stroking my tummy through my t-shirt.

"I gotta know something though," I said with a soft swallow and Lisa had removed her sunglasses so I could see her blue eyes looking into mine.

"What is it?" she asked softly. "Miss Russet."

"Um…Are you marrying Steve because of me?" I asked her slowly and that question had been in my head since the night Steve had told us they were engaged. "Because, if you are, then…"

"No! Oh no, Miss Russet," Lisa was shaking her head and looking like I'd just slapped her. "I love him, I really do."

"Okay," I smiled and my heart was going a little quicker because I'd been preparing for a confrontation, just in case. I believed her though and I hoped she wasn't lying cause it would really suck if Lisa was marrying my brother just to be close to me or something weird like that.

"I just feel so…Lucky," Lisa giggled softly and her cheeks were red. "When you introduced us, I didn't know what to do, but…" she hugged me and all I could do was hug her back. "He's perfect. Thank you, Miss Russet."

I went outside wondering how we were all going to crawl into the front of the LSC, such as it was, since the doors were welded shut anyway. But Steve was putting our bags in Daddy's Expedition. 

"What are you doing?" I asked him and Steve grinned at me. "I thought we were taking Thunder?"

"Are you crazy?" Steve laughed at me then. "We gotta put her back in the barn though."

"But I thought…" I was totally deflated, even though I knew there was no freakin' way we could drive that car to Oregon. "I don't wanna go now."

"Ann!" Steve rolled his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Lisa was coming out behind me and she looked between us.

"You know I was just kidding, come on," Steve jerked his head. "You wanna pull it in?"

"Well…" That meant I'd get to drive it all of about a hundred feet, but still…

"Just be careful," Steve told me and I was grinning at him, reaching for the starter. That car didn't bother with a key.

Of course after I parked it, inching 750 horses into their stall, which was totally frustrating by the way, we had to wipe it down and cover it up with the tarp again. That didn't take long, but it was a pain in the ass considering Steve got to have all the fun, tooling around Squinosha with his girlfriend all morning.

"This is better anyway, right?" Steve said once we were on the road and it was. Probably, but I was giving him the silent treatment.

We were in the front of the big Ford, me and Steve, with Lisa riding in the backseat. Daddy always complained about the bucket seats, wanting to know why Ford hadn't put a decent bench seat in the front. We kept offering to yank them out and find a bench seat that would fit, but he always waved that off, so maybe he just wanted to complain about something. The only reason he'd got that truck was because he had seven kids. It was kinda hard to get even half of us in the back of his Camaro, you know? Especially now that we were growin' up and everything.

Anyway, Steve was driving and I had my elbow out the open passenger window, since it was still early afternoon and warm. Even if it got cool, I still liked the feel of air on my face, you know? So it was nice and later I'd switch with Lisa if she wanted, or maybe just join her back there, since the backseat of the Ford was huge and everything. I mean, I'd had sex back there with Sherry and Jane on our way to that little love shack. Me and Lisa could probably have a good time back there too and I was reasonably sure she wouldn't say no to me. Lisa had given me just a little look of disappointment when I'd taken the front seat after she'd gotten in the back. I'd sorta missed that sign until it was too late.

Steve let me sulk for about 45 minutes, until we got to the interstate, and then we saw the rest area, the one Scott had brought me to almost a month before. He couldn't let that go by without teasing me.

"You wanna stop and use the men's room, Ann?" Steve asked me with a soft chuckle and I had to smile despite myself.

"Can I?" I asked him sweetly. "I'm sorta hungry."

"What?" Lisa was wondering and we just laughed and it was okay then, except Steve wasn't gonna stop. He was still sorta unhappy with Scott for bringing me there so I could have anonymous fag sex through a gloryhole. 

"Steve's just teasing me," I turned around. "I went into the boy's bathroom once by mistake and he never lets me forget it."

"I just want to make sure it doesn't happen again," Steve told me seriously.

"I did that once," Lisa smiled. "I had to go so bad once I just went into the first bathroom I could find."

"Really?" I smiled at her. "Where was that?"

"At a Denny's in Portland," she giggled with a cute blush. "I didn't know I was in the wrong one until I came out of the stall and saw a man standing at a urinal."

"That musta been weird," Steve chuckled. "For both of you."

"Yeah, he looked a little surprised," Lisa agreed.

"How old were you?" I wondered.

"Seventeen," Lisa nodded. "I, uh…I thought about that a lot later. You know?"

"In bed?" I teased her and she blushed even more.

"You want to have sex in the men's room?" Steve asked her, maybe seriously, I couldn't tell.

"Oh!" Lisa laughed. "I don't know, um…Maybe. Uh, what about you?"

"He's a guy!" I laughed. "He'll do it anywhere."

"Yeah," Steve sighed theatrically. "Guys are like that, I guess."

"Are you like that, Miss Russet?" Lisa asked me and then it was my turn to blush, although maybe not for the reasons she imagined.

"Probably," I decided and this was gonna be a weird trip, I could tell already.

"How was your big sleepover last night, anyway?" Steve asked me. "That two girlfriends thing working out okay?"

I blinked at that and looked at Lisa, but she didn't seem bothered by it. Still, I sorta wanted to leave my personal life back in Squinosha, so much as I could. I didn't really know what Lisa's opinions were on the subject of me having other girlfriends, but I guess she couldn't be too indignant anyway. She was marrying my brother after all, and maybe that's why I just decided to come out with it, since Steve was gonna have to find out sooner or later. Maybe he wouldn't get really mad if Lisa was right there with us, or so I hoped.

"Yeah, it's really great," I said with my eyes fixed on Steve's profile. "Um…I'm not a virgin anymore though."

"What?" he sorta jerked the steering wheel a little as his head turned to look at me.

"Yeah, um, last night Jane sorta…" I swallowed hard. "I had sex with Julie and then Jane had sex with me." My brother just stared at me so I added, "With my strap-on, you know?"

"Oh wow," Lisa laughed softly, obviously surprised and not particularly worried, but why would she be?

"You gave your cherry to…Jane?" Steve was glancing at the road and trying to watch me at the same time. "Why?"

"Because I love her," I shrugged. "I wanted her to be my first."

"But…" Steve narrowed his eyes and his lips were thin and not smiling. "Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

"I'm fine," I laughed. "It just hurt a little, it wasn't bad at all. Not like everybody says it is."

"You had a good experience, right?" Lisa leaned forward to stroke my shoulder and she was happy for me, which was pretty cool.

"Yeah, I did," I smiled at her. "It was really good."

"But you're not a virgin…" Steve was still frowning.

"What? Did you think I was gonna be a nun or something?" I rolled my eyes. "It didn't mean that much to me, Steve."

"What?" He totally didn't get it.

"The only thing that was important about it was who I gave it to," I explained. I looked at Lisa, "You understand, right?"

"Yeah, I do, Miss Russet," she nodded. "It's different for men."

"What does that mean?" Steve asked her.

"I just mean boys do the taking," Lisa smiled. "They treat it like a victory and so they think it has to be a surrender too."

"I didn't surrender," I giggled. "I gave it to her."

"Exactly," Lisa nodded. "Your girlfriend knows it too, I bet."

"What kinda sense does that make?" Steve frowned. "You can't just say it didn't mean anything to you."

"Sorry," I shrugged with a giggle. "Hey, I'm gonna get in the back seat."

"Why? Watch out…Hey…" Steve had to lean over as I was climbing between the seats a little awkwardly.

"Too much testosterone up there," I giggled and I was feeling really girly, which was so weird. 

"Hi, Miss Russet," Lisa giggled at me as I sat down beside her.

"I thought you liked testosterone?" Steve was all confused now, but at least he wasn't mad. "You're not a boy anymore because you broke your cherry?"

"I don't know," I sighed. "Maybe it just depends on who I'm with and what we're doing, you know?"

"You're so weird, Annie," Steve sighed. "If Pops finds out…"

"Do you wanna see it?" I asked Lisa softly, deciding to ignore Steve and even punish him a bit more maybe.

"See what?" Lisa asked me innocently and she sounded like a little girl with her big blue eyes blinking at me.

"Where my cherry used to be," I giggled and I was already reaching down to unbutton my jeans, lifting my butt so that the pants were straight and I could unzip them easier.

"Oh!" Lisa grinned at me and looked down to see her own panties exposed as I kicked off my boots and just removed my jeans completely.

"Ann! Somebody could see you!" Steve said and he was adjusting his rearview mirror so that he could definitely see me.

"I know!" I grinned at him. "Find a big semi or something."

"Yeah right!" Steve shook his head, but that Expedition rode really high anyway and the passenger and rear windows were tinted black. So long as we kept the windows rolled up nobody was going to see anything and it was like déjà vu all over again.

"Are those my panties?" Lisa wondered, knowing they were and I nodded slowly, turning on the seat so I could lean against the door.

"Uh-huh," I said. "Do you want them back?"

I lifted my right leg, putting it over the seat behind her and moved my left foot so it was on the floorboard near hers. My fourteen year old legs were spread wide like that and the only thing hiding my pussy from the woman's hungry gaze was the thin white lace of her panties. I put my hands on my tits, cupping them through my t-shirt and feeling my nipples throb around my piercings. I'd been putting that cream on them, but they were still sore and I didn't mind too much. It felt good to rub them and Lisa was touching my legs, licking her lips and smiling as she stroked my smooth skin gently.

"No, Miss Russet," she breathed.

"No?" I gave her an inquisitive smile.

"I just want to take them off," Lisa said softly. "May I take them off, Miss Russet?"

"Shit. You guys aren't gonna do that all the way to Seattle, are you?" Steve asked and that made me laugh.

"I hope so," I sighed. "Take them off for me. I want you to kiss my pussy now."

"Ohhh yessss…" Lisa sighed and her hands slid up my thighs until she could take those panties between her fingers and inch them down slowly. I had to move my legs for a brief minute, putting my feet in her lap so that Lisa could get my panties all the way off, but as soon as she did I was spreading for her again. I really wanted to have some serious girl sex, just to understand that it was okay being a queer girl. Not just with Jane and Julie, I mean, but with any girl I happened to like. I wanted to understand this and it was pretty exciting to be able to admit I was probably a lesbian as well as a fag.

"Do you like my pussy?" I asked Lisa. "Is it pretty?"

"You're beautiful, Miss Russet," Lisa nodded and her hands were on my thighs again, just petting me with her fingers close, but not quite reaching my sex. 

"I like it too," I whispered, like I was telling her a secret. "I didn't used to. I used to hate it, but now…"

"No, don't hate it," Lisa told me, bringing her eyes to mine. "It's part of you."

"I know," I smiled and lifted my hips slightly, wriggling my butt because she was teasing me and I really wanted to feel her touch on my sex.

"Such a pretty pussy," Lisa smiled. "You're not sore at all?"

"A little," I admitted and the woman was driving me kinda crazy cause she refused to touch my pussy. Lisa just kept massaging my thighs, squeezing the soft insides and dragging her fingernails along the soft hollows at the top.

"Poor, Miss Russet," Lisa teased me and I gasped as her fingertips brushed my hard little clitoris.

"Oh…Sssssss…" I hissed between my teeth and she just smiled at me. "More…Please…" I whispered as I pinched my nipples and finally started pulling my t-shirt up my tummy slowly.

"All you have to do is tell me," Lisa giggled. "I'll do whatever you want me to."

She touched my clit again, but this time Lisa didn't pull her hand away. Lisa stroked my swollen clit tenderly, feeling it under her fingers like a hard little nub of flesh, no bigger than a pink pencil eraser and I was nodding and lifting my butt off the seat in search of more. My pussy was burning up and my tits ached as I exposed them to the cool air, grabbing the small mounds of flesh in my fists and squeezing them hard.

"That's good," I nodded, watching Lisa's thumb playing over my clitoris with her hand pressing against the soft swell of my pubis just above it. "Like that…Yeah…Harder…Ummm…"

"Inside?" Lisa wondered and she didn't wait for an answer, she just brought her fingers down to my slit, pushing her long middle finger between my greasy pussy lips slowly. It felt good, not painful at all and there was nothing blocking Lisa's way now. She had her entire finger inside my sex and I could feel my soft muscles clasping around her, wanting even more, something longer and thicker maybe.

"Ahhh…Yeah!" I nodded and smiled, rubbing my nipples with my thumbs and tightening my tummy, looking for some control over my pussy.

"You're so hot inside, Miss Russet…" Lisa breathed and she was rubbing her own pussy through those too tight jeans she was wearing. Her legs were spread as she sat there and her right hand cupped her crotch, like she was squeezing herself while she finger fucked me gently.

"Uh-huh!" I agreed breathlessly, reaching down to grab the woman's thin wrist in my hands. I held onto her like she was dildo or something, a toy for me to use to get off, and I moved her finger in and out of my pussy faster, feeling my orgasm rising in my belly.

"Jesus," Steve was grinning at us, glancing over his shoulder as the mirror wasn't good enough for him anymore apparently.

"Fuck me…Make me cum! Make me…Ugh! Cum…Oh! Yeah…" I was panting and feeling giddy, like I was drunk or high or something. My head was light and my heart beating wildly, just from being fingered by my brother's fiancé. It was crazy and wonderful and when Lisa added a second finger, just to stretch me a little more, I lost it completely.

Somewhere in the middle of my first orgasm, Lisa decided it was finally time to go down on me. I was only barely aware of her tongue working between my pussy lips at first, but I quickly realized what was going on as my head began to clear and the confusion of my cum started giving way to pleasure of a new and even better sort. Jane was really good at sucking pussy, but maybe even she could have learned something from Lisa Haven. I was dying beneath her tongue as it seemed to touch me everywhere, inside and out and all at once. She flicked it rapidly over my clit, making me shiver and grab the woman's head with hands, digging my fingers into her soft blonde hair and begging her to never stop.

But of course she did and then I was begging for something else entirely as her tongue stiffened and slipped between my pussy lips, my cunt sucking at Lisa's tongue like a baby's mouth. She rubbed my clit with her fingers while she tongue fucked me, Lisa's other hand sliding up my tummy towards my heaving breasts and turgid nipples. God! She really knew how to make love! I was cumming again, my body quivering as I felt my eyes growing moist with tears. It just felt so good and all that pleasure had to come out of me somewhere. My pussy was juicing like crazy and my mouth was opening and closing as I gasped for air. I was completely helpless beneath her and Lisa was supposed to be my slave? What a great joke that was!

I'd have done anything for her after the wonderful orgasms she gave me in the backseat of that Expedition. I swear, I must have cum four times and she'd been making love to me for at least an hour as near as I could tell. Lisa was tireless it seemed like, but I wasn't. I was hot and sticky and I felt like I'd just run a marathon or something. I was giddy and giggling and just stroking Lisa's hair and face as she rested her cheek on my stomach. I didn't want to sleep, but as unlikely as it sounds, I didn't need anymore sex for awhile either. I just wanted to relax and be with her. That sounded like the best thing in the world and Lisa was letting us do it.

I had my legs spread around her and I just looked at the woman, marveling at how pretty she was, how sexy she looked as she smiled and gave my tummy small kisses every now and then. Her hands played across my hips and sides, but not so she'd arouse us to anything further, it was just touching and being close and somehow perfect. I think I did sleep a little, or at least I closed my eyes and just listened to the soft drone of the tires on the highway. It was so nice, such a perfect day and I couldn't think of anything else I wanted to be doing or anyone else I'd be doing it with.

"Welcome to Seattle," Steve was touching my hair and I blinked at him. "Probably you want to get dressed."

"That was fast," I said slowly and I felt totally disoriented. "Where's Lisa?"

"Bathroom," Steve said. "Little girl's room, I hope."

I was covered up with Steve's jacket and someone had pulled my t-shirt back down over my boobs, but I was still naked from the waist down. I sat up slowly and it was sunset, which meant I must have slept about three hours probably and I blinked at all the trees.

"Where's the city?" I wondered with some confusion, thinking Seattle must have some tall buildings someplace, judging from what I'd seen on television.

"We're just outside it," Steve said. "About ten miles away from Lake Washington, according to the signs. Seattle's on the other side of that."

"Oh," I said, finding my underwear…Lisa's underwear actually, but mine now. I pulled them on and my pussy was still sorta wet, but mostly just sticky, kinda itchy too like I really needed a bath. I pulled on my jeans and looked outside at the rest area we were stopped at.

"You need a bathroom?" my brother asked and I nodded. "Come on, I'll walk with ya."

"Okay," I pulled on my boots.

At least the place was deserted, but with Seattle so close, why would anyone need a rest area anyway? It seemed like a strange place to put one, but I wasn't complaining. I just really wanted to pee and then see if I couldn't wash my pussy somehow. 

I didn't get to do more than use the bathroom at the rest area, but that didn't matter. We found a motel soon enough anyway, not downtown or anything, but close. There were a lot of places around it to eat and even a mall, but none of us felt like going there for any reason. I just wanted a bath and Steve and Lisa were nice enough to let me have the bathroom all to myself for about half an hour. I didn't get a bath, but the shower was really hot and that was good enough.

Tap Tap Tap 

"Miss Russet? Can I come in?" Lisa was opening the door and looking around it.

"Oh, yeah," I said, pulling my head out from under the spray. "Sorry. I guess I was in here a long time, huh?"

"It's okay," she smiled at me and I could see she was totally naked. Lisa had even taken off her collar, but she'd still called me Miss Russet. "We can share if you don't want to get out yet."

"I'm gonna turn into a prune," I giggled, but I wasn't moving as Lisa pulled the shower curtain aside. It was a small one, too small for the shower, and barely did its job.

"No, it feels good, doesn't it?" Lisa said and then she was standing close to me, making little happy noises as the hot water hit her body.

"Yeah, it feels great," I agreed and I made a little more room for her, stepping around so I was behind her and Lisa could have the shower.

"Room for one more in there?" Steve asked, surprising me a little as I hadn't heard him come in and I giggled as he was just as naked as we were.

"I don't know," I teased him. "It's kinda tight."

"Tight sounds good to me!" my brother chuckled and he stepped into the shower as well and it really was sort of a tight fit then, but none of us really cared.

"Hmmm…" Lisa grinned over her shoulder at him. "Wash my back for me?"

"Oh yeah," Steve nodded and I found myself standing behind him as he stood behind Lisa, which was sorta funny. "Wash my back too, would ya, Ann?"

"Sure," I laughed. "Whatever you want. Get a little wetter first though."

"How's this?" Steve reached up to adjust the showerhead so it sprayed a little wider and then pointed more on him than Lisa, but he was in the middle, so that was probably better anyway.

It was pretty nice washing my oldest brother's back, actually. He was so much bigger than me, so muscular too. All my brothers were in good shape, but with Steve's body all wet and especially as he moved, washing Lisa's back and shoulders gently, I could his muscles ripple beneath his skin. That was seriously sexy and it didn't matter if I was a boy or a girl, I was turned on either way as I moved my hands over his broad shoulders and down his sides and back.

All I had was a small bar of that cheap motel soap, but that was enough to get him nice and slippery and I even managed to get a bit of a lather going. Steve's cock had been soft when he'd gotten in the shower, but I could see that he was hard now. It would rub against Lisa every now and then, and Steve was pressing his body closer to hers, letting his cock press against her ass while his chest rubbed her back. His hands had gone around the woman's tummy and he was playing with her tits and with her pussy, I thought. It was hard to tell, but obvious from the way they were moving, from the soft moans and sighs and gasps they made.

I felt sorta out of place until I decided to do the same thing, in a way. I pressed my body against Steve's back, letting him feel my small breasts and hard puffy nipples sliding across his skin. I reached around him slowly, not sure if he'd want me to interrupt what he was doing with Lisa or not, but it was irresistible and I had to try. I worked my hands between their warm wet bodies and I found my brother's swollen cock as it was trapped and standing stiffly upright in the deep valley of Lisa's butt. I took it in my right hand, making a fist around Steve's cock and started jerking him off slowly while I kissed his back. If I'd been taller I could have kissed his shoulders and that would have been better, but I was too short for that. 

"Mmmm…" Steve sighed and he was kissing Lisa who had turned her head just for him. It was so sexy seeing them make out while I played with my brother's cock and I pushed it down blindly, wondering if I could get them to fuck. I knew they both wanted it and I had to stretch my arms and find Lisa's ass, feeling my way around as I sought to bring Steve's cock to her pussy from behind.

He helped me, knowing what I was trying to do, and Steve bent his knees, lowering himself so that I could angle his cock upward. I had my fingers near the tip and I felt Lisa's soft pussy radiating the heat of her arousal. I rubbed Steve's cockhead along her slit for a few seconds, watching them kiss even harder, making muffled groans to express their lust. It was making me incredibly hot and I had butterflies in my tummy as Steve gave a sudden push with his hips, sliding his cock through my fingers and into Lisa's ready pussy.

"Ummph!" Lisa grunted into my brother's mouth as his big cock filled her sex and he didn't draw himself back either. Steve pushed again, determined not to give anything away, but keep going until he had every inch of his manhood inside his fiancé's pussy. I just kept my hand between them, feeling the two lovers fuck in the shower and I wished it was me, I really did. I wasn't a virgin anymore, I thought. We could do it, me and Steve, but probably he wouldn't want to. He was going to marry Lisa and making love to her was probably a lot better than making love to his kid sister.

I might have been confused by those feelings previously, that strange desire to make love to my brother as a girl. But seeing and most especially feeling Steve and Lisa doing it, hearing their soft noises while they moved with and against each other, was new for me. I'd never seen a boy and girl doing it and knowing they were in love just made it special, you know? It was like a door was opening up, so quickly and easily that I was barely aware of it. I just accepted it and more than that, I wanted it. But they were so into each other and I didn't need to watch anymore. I just wanted to lay down maybe and think about it or something. Watching them was kinda frustrating.

"Where are you going?" Steve breathed as I started to step out of the shower.

"I'm just gonna…" I shrugged, not wanting to tell them I felt left out or whatever. They didn't need me there and I just thought they'd rather be alone.

"Wha-What…" Lisa gasped, blinking at me as she rocked her pussy around my brother's dick. "Don't go…Stay with us…"

"Yeah," Steve agreed and he turned slightly, just enough to grab my arm gently. "Come here, Ann…"

As if by unspoken agreement Steve withdrew his cock from Lisa's sex and she turned around, taking me into a tight embrace beneath the endless hot water. Steve moved out of the way, sliding behind me as I found Lisa's lips on mine. Her tongue filled my mouth even as her hands were sliding down my back to find my small round butt. She pulled my hips against hers and I imagined I could feel her pussy against mine as we stood there, French kissing deeply while my heart beat mercilessly beneath my breasts. 

I jerked suddenly as I felt my brother's erection working upward between my thighs, angling not for my asshole which he'd fucked before, but this time towards my pussy. Lisa was helping him, I realized, tugging at my flesh so I'd spread my legs for her fiancé. I was giving myself to them both, Lisa and Steve, and I felt the familiar trembling of my excitement building inside my stomach. My knees felt weak as a sudden shot of fear hit me. It wasn't terrible, nothing to cause me panic, just the fear of going someplace I'd never been before. The anxiety of doing something brand new, something I'd allowed myself to truly imagine only once before today.

I wasn't going to say no this time, I thought. Not the way I'd refused Levi that afternoon at Coach's house. I was feeling a man's cock against my pussy. Steve was rubbing the smooth glans over and between my pussy lips and I was ready for it. It was still wet with Lisa's juices, stained with her pussy, and I wanted it for myself suddenly. I held Lisa as tightly as I could, clutching myself against the woman as Steve flexed his knees and then lifted himself slowly, pushing his cock up and inside me. I groaned and felt the same pain I'd felt the night before, but not so sharp as before. This was dull and hot, like a cramp as the throat of my pussy struggled to open for him. I was so small and inexperienced and Steve was so big! He was stretching me nicely and the ache of it was welcome to my heart.

I shut my eyes tightly and couldn't even return Lisa's kisses. I was hanging off of her as much as I was standing on my own two legs. My brother held my hips, pulling me back slightly so that I would arch my spine and give him better access to the depths of my cunt. I wasn't a virgin, but I was so innocent down there. My fourteen year old pussy had never known a real man, never been fucked by a real cock before and Steve knew it. He was taking me so slowly, so tenderly that it was almost infuriating. Part of me wanted him all at once, to be filled quickly and completely and have him as far inside my womb as possible.

But this was better and he knew it. Lisa was helping me too. She was soothing me, kissing my face and lips, whispering soft words of encouragement in my ears beneath the hot rain washing over us. Steve was grunting softly, murmuring something about how tight I was for him. How good my pussy felt wrapped around his cock. He was going to cum soon, he said. He couldn't help it because he loved me so much and I felt so perfect inside. They thrilled me, those words, my brother and his girlfriend's voices stroking my ego as surely as their fingers on my flesh. I was trembling and my orgasm swept over me like a summer storm, warm and unexpected and delighting me with the experience.

I was cumming around my brother's cock. My pussy was tighter than ever, gripping him with deep spasms that seemed to come straight from the center of my being. With every rapid beat of my heart, my pussy would contract around him and the sensation was a maddening pleasure that I'd never dreamt of. I hadn't cum the night before when Jane had broken my cherry, but I was cumming now and I was crying beneath the wonderful weight of it. 

"I'm gonna…Cum…" Steve panted and he was sliding his cock in and out of me easily now. I was soaked with my own juices and my pussy was taking him easily, even eagerly as I felt him moving in and out of me. His cockhead would touch the bottom of my sex every now and again, like Jane had done the night before, but this didn't hurt at all. It was good, a little jolt of ecstasy to make me shudder and gasp into Lisa's mouth as she kissed me again.

And then I felt it. The unmistakable and yet indistinct sensation of my brother's cock jerking inside me, his hot semen flooding out in thick, rapid pulses to fill my pussy with his incestuous sperm. I had a brief thought that I was unprotected, that I could have been fertile and ovulating maybe, but I knew I wasn't. My period had ended just a couple days before and it was too soon for that. But the idea was a thrill and combined with Steve's prolonged orgasm, it brought me off with another violent climax that left me senseless and gasping for air. We were cumming together, my brother and me, and it was beautiful.

"Oh, Jesus," Steve breathed and I wasn't feeling any pain. I was higher than a kite on something and I giggled, turning around on wobbly legs so he could hold me and kiss me. His semi hard cock was pressed between our bodies and I just sucked his tongue weakly, feeling a thousand brand new emotions raging inside my heart. I wanted him, that was the big one. Selfish desire. I wanted my brother for myself and I blinked at the flash of resentment I felt knowing he was going to marry Lisa. Thankfully that thought didn't linger very long. It was childish and stupid and I looked over my shoulder at the woman, smiling and thanking her with my eyes for giving me that new experience.

"Let me clean you," Lisa whispered and I just smiled and watched as she knelt in the shower and started licking my pussy. 

I was full of cum. God! Steve must have shot a quart of the stuff inside me, or so it felt like. I mean, I didn't really feel it as anything in particular, but it was in me and Lisa was drawing it out with her tongue and fingers. Steve reached for the water and turned it off, maybe because he just wanted to see Lisa sucking his sperm out of my pussy without anything to dilute our juices. That seemed wickedly funny for some reason and I was giggling and trying to squeeze my pussy as Lisa sucked my hole noisily.

It felt good too and that was seriously nice. I was sore down there, even though I'd never admit it to Steve or Lisa. I was kind of tender and aching, my little pussy had been well stretched and deeply fucked, and Lisa's mouth felt really good as she sucked and licked and kissed my pussy for a good five minutes probably. She'd pause every now and then to swallow what she'd drawn from my gaping pink pussy, and I could see my brother's cum mixed with mine as it covered Lisa's tongue with a whitish glaze. That was way sexy and I was still pretty turned on just from watching and feeling what Lisa was doing. 

Steve must have liked it too because his cock was hard again and when Lisa finished with me she immediately took Steve's erection into her cummy mouth. She was sucking him happily while I reached down to explore my tender sex and I decided it really was time for me to go sit down…Or lie down maybe. That was even better as I flopped onto one of the two beds in the motel room, sorta doing a belly flop like I was a little kid. I wasn't tired at all. I felt totally awake and alive like I never had before in my life. I'd had sex! Real boy–girl sex and it hadn't killed me. It hadn't even hurt me. It had just made me feel really, really good. I decided I pretty much wouldn't mind trying that again sometime. Or a lot of times, actually.

That made me smile and from the open bathroom all I could hear was Lisa's wet sucking mouth and that made me giggle. This was crazy! 

As long as I was being crazy, laying there still damp from the shower, still flushed from the sex, I reached for my wallet zipped inside my backpack. I know Steve and Lisa had wanted to come to Seattle so they could go out and celebrate the way only adults can, with champagne and dancing and a Saturday night of fun. Unfortunately, even if they wanted to bring me along, which maybe they did, it was going to put a real cramp in their style to have a fourteen year old holding their hands. I was enough of a realist to understand that without resenting it and while neither my brother nor Lisa had brought it up directly, they would soon enough. 

The idea of waiting around for them in that little motel room didn't appeal a whole lot, obviously, so I was going to call the only person I knew in Seattle. I didn't know if she'd want to hang out with me or not, maybe she'd laugh and blow me off completely, I wasn't sure. But if I didn't try, I'd never fly, right? Something like that, I giggled, punching nine to get an outside line and then dialing the number slowly. All I had was a scrap of folded up paper ripped out of Little Steve's notebook and I smiled at it as I waited patiently for Monica to answer her phone.

This was probably gonna be crazy too.

 

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