Storiesonline.net ------- Robby by Joe J Copyright© 2003 by Joe J ------- Description: Robby Davis comes of age in the arms of an older woman. He loves her deeply but he is also haunted by the love he feels for his older sister Karen. Codes: mf mF rom teen inc bro sis ------- ------- Chapter 1 Laura Miller idly tapped the amber plastic pill bottle with her freshly lacquered, pink fingernails, as she sat in her neat as a pin kitchen. She had a lot of emotionally charged capital invested in that small container of Nembutal. In addition to the white-capped bottle of pills, a packet of photographs and a long stemmed glass of chardonnay sat on the table in front of her. The photographs had been taken last Christmas, a year ago tomorrow. They were the last images she had of her husband and daughter. A stupid drunk driver had made her new digital camera a relic three days later by ramming at high speed into the side of her husband's car and flattening the passenger compartment. Seth had been bringing Becky home from daycare while Laura was at her doctor's office getting a precautionary checkup. She and Seth had recently decided it was time for another child. The memory of that day was seared into her memory as if it had been chiseled in granite... Laura was home, fretting about what could be holding up her usually punctual husband, when the doorbell rang. She answered the door and knew immediately that something was terribly wrong. Standing on the porch were an uncomfortable pair of men with grim visages - a state trooper, and their family priest, Father O'Banyon. "Mrs. Miller?" asked the trooper. Laura nodded her head up and down, her vocal cords suddenly useless. Mrs. Miller, there has been an accident and it's my sad duty to inform you that your husband and daughter did not survive." Laura looked at him numbly, shaking her head back and forth in denial. No way could that be true; the daycare center was only four miles from their house. She looked at the parish priest; the daycare center was housed in his church's annex. "I am so sorry, Laura," Father O'Banyon said. "A drunken teenager in a stolen car ran the stop sign at Ridgewood at over eighty miles an hour. Seth and Becky died instantly; I administered last rites to them both. They died in a state of grace," the priest continued, crossing himself. Laura sagged against the doorjamb, the blood rushing from her head. Father O'Banyon caught her and the men helped her into the house. In fewer than five minutes, her idyllic existence had been replaced by a purgatory that even Dante could not have imagined. Laura's mother and father flew in from Atlanta the day after the accident and took care of the arrangements. Laura was in a sleepless fog, unable to function. Her wonderful neighbors streamed in and out of the house, unobtrusively bringing food and tidying up. Laura made it through the funeral somehow. She drew upon her inner strength and tried to move forward. Her progress was fitful as she pushed the burden of living up the steep slope of her mountain of grief. Laura went back to work the first week of February, her damaged soul tightly concealed in the daily routine. Her coworkers at the bank gave her plenty of space, while making themselves available if she needed to talk to someone - which she mostly did not. After six months, she was recovered enough to vacation with her parents on an Alaskan cruise. The gentle rocking of the ship, beautifully scenery, and serenity of the cruise helped even more. She returned to Orlando thinking she might have reason for hope. After all, she was only twenty-seven, intelligent, and beautiful by any standard. By Labor Day, she was thinking about dating again. In October, she took the plunge and accepted a date with the brother-in-law of one of her coworkers. The date was a disaster, but not because of her. The guy was an egotistical, arrogant asshole who thought she should drop on her back and spread her legs just because he had asked her out. He was wrong and she didn't. She had two more dates with different men that garnered much the same results. Oh well, at least dating, even bad dating, had gotten her out of the house and back among the living, she rationalized. Overall, though, she thought that she was going to make it. Then the holidays hit. She flew to Atlanta for Thanksgiving with her folks; her brother and sister were there with their spouses and kids for the traditional family get together. Seth had loved Thanksgiving; he would stuff himself and sit in a stupor in front of the television watching football games. She used to chide him about being such a slug, even though she secretly thought it was cute. Back in Orlando after Thanksgiving, things really started to go downhill for Laura, as everyday memories of the traditions she and Seth had started haunted her. And so it went, until she reached her present position of desperate decisive action. Laura was thirty-one pink pills away from never having to worry about grief again. Laura took a slow sip of wine and spread the photographs from last Christmas onto the table for one last look. She smiled at the one of Seth pushing a joyous Becky on her new tricycle. She touched Seth's face on the photo of him grinning goofily as he held up the ugly sweater his Aunt Bertha had given him. Enough reminiscing, Laura thought as she reached for the bottle of pills; it was time to get this show on the road. She was pressing down on the childproof cap when the doorbell rang. She contemplated just ignoring it, and then realized that whoever was there might conclude something was wrong and call the police. She got up and padded to the door in her slippered feet. Laura answered the door and smiled in spite of herself. Of all the people who could be darkening her doorstep, her visitor was the one person she did not mind seeing. Standing on the stoop was Robby Davis, a neighbor and probably Laura's best real friend. Robby was Robert Jefferson Davis, newly seventeen; he was the pride of the neighborhood. Robby was the son you wanted, or wanted dating your daughter. He was a polite, well-mannered honor student, Eagle Scout, and star baseball player. In addition, Robert Jefferson Davis was completely, totally, hopelessly, head over heels in love with Laura Miller. "Wow, Mrs. Miller, you look beautiful in that dress. Are you going out?" Robby asked. Laura had spent some time on her appearance for this evening. She wanted to be looking her best when her cold body was found. She was wearing a dark pink wrap dress; her makeup had been expertly applied and her corn silk blonde hair brushed until it shone like spun gold. She had carefully bathed and shaved her legs but decided against confining pantyhose or stockings. "Thank you, Robby. Nope, no plans. You look pretty good yourself. Hot date tonight?" Laura teased. Robby had put some thought into his wardrobe as well. He had dug out some gray Dockers and a nice light blue shirt. He had eradicated the few whiskers he had on his chin and upper lip and slapped on some Drakkar aftershave. In addition, he wore a brass-buttoned blue blazer to complete his look. "No, ma'am. I just thought you shouldn't be alone tonight," Robbie said simply. Laura's eyes went big and round when he said that; he was the sweetest boy she had ever met. She knew it was his wonderfully sweet nature to care about people that way, but she was still touched that by his concern. "Tell you what; I'll invite you in if you'll stop calling me Mrs. Miller. My name is Laura; Mrs. Miller sounds like I'm an old maid. If you want, I'll call you Rob or Robert like everyone else." Laura was the only person who still called him Robby besides his sister, and, truth be told, he liked it. He liked it very much. The way she pronounced it, Rob-bie, always sent a shiver up his spine. That's ok, Mrs. -- er -- Laura, but you can call me Robby if you want." Laura smiled at his eager earnestness as she stepped aside so he could walk through the door. His scent wafted to her as he passed. She knew Robbie had a crush on her and thought it was cute. She did not tease or lead him on, but she did pay him attention and treat him like an adult. Robby really listened to her when she talked and was genuinely interested in what she had to say. They also both liked a lot of the same things, classic rock, Egyptology, and baseball, for instance. Laura let it slide that he sometimes talked to her breasts or stared at her trim butt and legs. His direct admiration was so sincere she could not help being flattered and not at all offended. Laura seated him on the couch and went to fetch him a drink. On impulse, she poured him a glass of wine and topped off her own glass. She was startled that the wine bottle was empty. She carried the glasses back to the living room, handed Robby his, and sat on the couch next to, but not quite touching him. Robby surprised her by lightly clinking his glass to hers. "Merry Christmas, Laura," he said in a deep steady voice. His eyes followed her every move as her lips touched her glass and she sipped. Laura returned the toast and looked closely at her young friend. 'When had he grown up to be such a good looking young man?' she wondered. He had to be close to six feet tall now and his chest was broad and thick. Even his voice had changed; it was deeper and more masculine. 'My buddy must be breaking a lot of high school hearts, ' she thought. She mentally winced at the thought of him sweating with some vacuous gum-chomping high school hottie. Robby broke her out of her reverie by reaching into the pocket of the jacket he had tossed on the back of the couch. "I have something for you," he said quietly. He handed her a small rectangular box wrapped in gold foil paper. "Robbie, you shouldn't have," she admonished as she took the small package and wondered what was inside. She slipped her manicured pink nail under the tape and neatly removed the gift-wrap. Then she flipped open the lid of the black velveteen jeweler's box. She looked down into the box, then quickly back up at Robby. Suddenly she felt she should snap the box closed and quickly give it back to him. The box contained a beautiful gold filigree chain with a dainty oval disk in the center. 'Laura' was engraved on the disk in a flowing script. She carefully took the chain out of the box and fingered the intricate design. She looked at him and beamed a megawatt smile from the core of her being. "This is so beautiful, Robby; I've never seen anything like it," she said. "It's an ankle bracelet," he said. Then, blushing furiously, he added, "I wanted you to have something from me that you could wear all the time. Please read the back." Laura looked at him quizzically then flipped over the disk. 'Love RJD' the inscription said. It was just too sweet and too unexpected. Laura looked at Robby and broke into tears. He had not expected that reaction and he was crushed that he had made her cry. "I'm sorry, Laura; I did not mean to offend you," he said, voice quavering. "That's not why I'm crying, silly," she said. "I love it; I'm crying because you went to all this trouble for me. Put it on for me please." Robby knelt on the floor and put her dainty foot on his knee. He fumbled with the clasp for a second before he finally got it hooked. 'Geez, even her ankles are beautiful, ' Robby thought. Laura held her leg straight out, turning her foot this way and that; the disk and chain sparkled in the lamplight. She was strangely proud that she had just gotten her legs nice and smooth for his touch and his gift. Robby sat back down next to her on the couch. Laura turned to him, put her arms around his neck, and hugged him. "It's perfect, Robby," she whispered in his ear. Robby held her in his arms and savored the feel of her. She fit against him, intimately congruent; it seemed as if every atom of their bodies were perfectly aligned. Finally, Laura leaned back in his arms; she was about to thank him again when their eyes met. Suddenly, everything else but his eyes ceased to be. It was the moment poets try to describe, the instant where two souls connect. 'It must be the wine', she thought as his lips slowly descended on hers. Robby's lips were soft and gentle; his kiss thrilled her to her toes. It was the most natural thing in the world to open her lips and accept his tongue. What was that moaning as their tongues met in her mouth? Was that her? Laura had never been an overly passionate woman. Sure, she had enjoyed making love with Seth, but it was mostly because of the closeness the act symbolized. They had been a modern day anomaly, two very Catholic virgins, when they wed. Neither had been adventurous in their shared bed; she had simply taken care of Seth's needs and did not think too hard about her own. Her recent dating disasters had reinforced the feeling that sex just wasn't a part of her nature. Yet, suddenly, here she was on the couch making out with a teenaged boy, her body unexpectedly on fire. Robby slid his hand from her back and captured her breast through her dress. Laura gasped into his mouth. 'I surely need to put a stop to this, ' she thought. But it felt so good, her protest died on the tip of her hardening nipple. Robby reached down and unfastened the single button that held the wrap dress together then pushed the material aside. His touch on her naked flesh felt as if molten lava were being poured onto her skin. Robby was not new to this she realized as he expertly opened her bra with one hand. But that was fine with her as he built on his expertise and palmed her naked breast. Robby released her lips and dipped his head to capture her turgid nipple. "Oh, Robby, we shouldn't be doing this," she weakly protested. Robby released her nipple, straightened up, and looked her in the eye again. "Yes, we should, Laura. I love you; you are all I think, dream, or care about." Once again, he had stunned her. His steady tone left no doubt about his sincerity, but what was shocking was the realization that he had said exactly what she had wanted to hear. Laura nodded and let her head fall back against the couch. She held his head and guided it back to her breast for whatever adoration he had in mind. Robby never paused in his worship of her medium sized, perfectly shaped breasts as they quietly worked in unison to free her of her now-superfluous dress and bra. Stripped to her panties, she gracefully laid supine on the couch. Robby stood up and shed his shirt. Laura's breath caught in her throat as his muscular, albeit almost hairless chest was exposed. She held up her arms to him in silent entreaty as he kicked off his loafers. He lay down on top of her and kissed her. The feel of his naked skin on hers felt indescribably good and totally appropriate. Robby removed her embarrassingly wet white lace panties as they kissed. She could feel her vagina pumping out its secretions as it spasmed involuntarily. Robby began to kiss his way down her torso. It was a new experience for her; she was steadily moaning as he worshipfully lavished attention on her body. Suddenly, Robby's face was between her thighs and his lips were on her vagina. She had heard about oral sex and, quite frankly, had never figured out what all the fuss was about. She thought the whole concept was slightly repugnant. She was about to push his head away when his quivering tongue found her clitoris. Her hands on his head reversed direction and pulled him closer to her groin, as a lightning bolt of pleasure shot through her. Her moaning increased in volume and pitch as he captured her pink nubbin and lashed it with his tongue tip. Her moans turned into a high-pitched squeal as the most intense orgasm of her life seized her. She thrashed about on the couch as if she had been electrocuted, then every muscle in her body seem to tense at once. "Oh, Robbiiee," she screamed. Robby gently kissed her thighs as little aftershocks caused her to twitch. Gradually, her body relaxed and she found her voice. "Make love to me now, Robby. I want, no I need, to feel you inside me," she begged. Robby stood up and quickly doffed the rest of his clothing. His penis sprang straight out when he pulled off his briefs. Laura reached out and captured his phallus in her hand. It was big, but not overly so, and perfectly shaped with a slight upward curvature. Laura released him and he crawled between her thighs. She watched with a surprising detachment as he swiped his flared helmet up and down her sparsely haired slit to spread and open the fleshy lips of her love tunnel. Finally, he was fully lubricated, seated squarely at her entrance, and pushing into her. She was so wet that he slipped right in. When he bottomed out at the end of the initial stroke, Laura's eyes rolled back in her head. She had never been so turned on or so full in her life. She realized she had been holding her breath and released it with a hiss as if he had penetrated and released her lungs to work once more. Laura pulled her knees back towards her chest to make more room for her young lover as he increased the speed of his strokes. The upper side of his shaft was riding deliciously against her g-spot and each time his hard body contacted her clit it caused her to soar towards another climax. She could not help herself from digging her nails in his back as she hit her peak. She wailed out his name again as she came. Her clinching vagina caused him to erupt. The feel of his semen splashing against her womb sent her even higher into now-speechless happiness. They made love twice more that night in her bed, with the same results. Every time he pushed into her it sent her careening towards Nirvana. For the first time, she experienced being on top and being taken from behind. She enjoyed them both but it was him above her, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him that caused the strongest climaxes. She was eventually worried about him getting into trouble for being gone so long and out so late, but he said he had it covered. Somehow, his self-assurance was really all she needed. At two in the morning, with reality re-emerging, she slipped out from under his arm and out of the bed. Throwing on her robe, she tiptoed out of the room and walked to the kitchen. She sat back down at the kitchen table and again picked the bottle of pills. She wondered if Robby's appearance at her door and the subsequent lovemaking were meant to be her last hurrah on this mortal coil. She stood up from the table and pried the cap off of the vial. She poured the pills into her hand and stared at the small pink triangles in fascination. She walked to the sink and pulled a glass out of the cabinet, then turned on the tap. With one last look at the Nembutal she upended her hand into the sink and watched them swirl and wash down the drain. She was convinced that Robby was not a diversion on the road to her demise; rather he was a reason for her to continue to live. She poured herself a glass of cold water and enjoyed it with quiet calm as she reflected on her talk with him between love rounds two and three. At Robby's insistence they had talked for a long time about their relationship. She had professed that she loved him but was resigned to them not having a real future. Robby, however, did not feel that way. He said they would work it out and find some way to be together. "After all," he told her, "Christmas, is a time for miracles." "Amen to that," Laura said to herself as she happily walked back to the bedroom, dropped her robe, reentered the warmth of the bed, and snuggled up against his back wearing only her shiny new ankle chain and a beatific smile. ------- Chapter 2: New Years in New Orleans Laura Miller stood in front of the mirrored bi-fold doors of her closet, critically examining her reflection. Laura wasn't a vain woman, but she did take care of her appearance. Of course, now that Robby was in her life, she was even more careful to ensure she always looked her best. A flush went through her as she thought of Robby, and her heart went pitter-pat. 'Robby, Robby, Robby' she mentally chanted, 'what you do to me.' In the three days since Robby's unexpected arrival on her doorstep Christmas Eve, Laura had been on an emotional high no drug could have induced. She had been thirty seconds from suicide when he arrived and the happiest woman in the world when he left early Christmas morning. He was her Saint Robby. Laura smoothed the denim miniskirt over her shapely hips and turned slightly to make sure it was unwrinkled across her butt. Satisfied that she was presentable, she headed for the kitchen to wait for her man. It was Saturday evening, and she and Robby were going on their first real date. Laura was as excited as a young schoolgirl. Three houses away, Robby was already dressed. He was sitting in the living room with his mom and dad, listening politely as they once more tried to 'talk some sense into his head'. Robby had known from the start that his parents were not going to be happy with a serious relationship between him and Laura, but it was not his nature to lie to them to conceal it. He respected their concerns; they were probably the best parents in the world. He hated that his love for Laura would cause them distress, but he could not deny his heart. "Rob, think about the future", his dad, Carl, implored, "Not just your future, but Laura's also." "That's all I think about, Dad, and I can't see a future for me without her. Laura feels the same way." These discussions were especially hard for Carl and his wife, Louise. Robert was such an amazing boy; even his existence was a miracle. Robert was born when Carl and Louise were in their forties. Louise had thought she was in menopause and had stopped using contraception. Robby was unexpected but not unwanted. He became the center of the universe for the Davis family, doted on by not only his parents, but also his sister. His sister Karen had been six when Robby was born; either because of or in spite of the age difference, Karen was a constant nurturing influence on her brother. Another difficulty the elder Davises had in trying to dissuade Robby was his uncanny knack for doing the right thing. It did not help their cause either, when his sister lined up squarely behind him. As far as Karen was concerned, if Robby said it was right, it was right, period, end of discussion. The bond and loyalty between Robby and his sister was almost supernatural in its intensity. From the day of his birth, when he clutched her finger with his impossibly tiny ones, they lived for one another. "Robert, we are not going to tell you what to do; you've been past that since you were twelve. We trust you, but sometimes a person's heart can overrule their brain. Love can make you blind," Louise said. "Yeah, Mom; ain't it great?" Robby replied with a grin. Then he continued on a serious note, "Listen, Mom, Dad, you are going to have to trust that I know what I'm doing. I'm not going to quit school or give up my plans for the future. Everything is going to stay the same except Laura is now going to be a big part of my life. I want her to be a part of yours too." Robby's parents hesitantly accepted what he said. They said they would try. That was all Robby could have hoped for. Robby gave them both a hug. With a 'you are the greatest, ' he dashed out of the house, headed for Laura's. Laura answered the door immediately when Robby rang the bell. Too bad if he thought she was anxious to see him, she had no ego when it came to him. Robby let out a whistle when he saw her. She was wearing a red short-sleeved blouse, a denim mini, and penny loafers. Her long honey colored hair was in a ponytail tied with a red bow. The outfit and hairdo, combined with her slim figure and youthful face, made her look like one of his schoolmates. Laura gave him a smile; his reaction was exactly what she had been gunning for. Robby took her to Universal Studio's City Walk for their first date. Laura was beyond impressed. Robby made it the most fun and romantic evening of her life. They walked though the shopping venues and dined at Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville. Then Robby whipped out two tickets to see Pat Benatar at the Hard Rock Live. The head of the music department at his high school had attended Julliard with Benatar and had scored Robby sixth row center seats. It was midway through the show and Benatar had just sung Heartbreaker, when there was a pause as the singer caught her breath. "I don't recall ever doing this before, but then I can't remember anyone as deeply in love as the sincere young man that asked me to do this today," Benatar said. "So, Laura, this next song is for you from Robby." She sang Somebody's Baby. Laura thought her heart had stopped. Her face flushed as red as her shirt and goosebumps covered her entire body. Everyone for ten rows around them knew who the song was for when she involuntarily squealed and threw herself on Robby, almost knocking him out of his seat. The witnesses to the event started chanting "LAURA-LAURA-LAURA." They arrived at Laura's house around midnight, blanketed in a fog of love. Laura took Robby by the hand and dragged him to the bedroom. She sat him on the bed and undressed him. Robby started to say something but she put her fingers to his lips. Laura took a couple of steps back and slipped off her blouse and skirt. Robby groaned as she posed in the red satin thong and bra set from Victoria's Secret. Robby stood up and pulled back the bed covers, he held them for her so she could slip between the sheets. Then he walked to the door and turned off the lights before crawling into bed beside her. While Robby was turning out the lights, Laura was wiggling out of the thong and shedding the front clasp bra. Robby pulled the covers up over their heads, cocooning them in the sheets. It was dark and quiet under the covers, she was lying on her back, he was on his side, whispering in her ear. His words were galvanic, the soft lexicon of love he murmured in her ear made her shiver in arousal. Then he touched her, lightly caressing her as he poured out his heart. Laura's body convulsed as waves of small orgasms wracked her. The pungent aroma of her arousal was palpable under the covers. 'Whoever schooled Robby so well that he can make me climax just by talking has a friend for life, ' she thought. Finally, she could take it no longer. She grabbed him and tried to pull him on top of her. Robby had another idea though; rolling onto his back, he pulled her on top of him instead. 'Even better', Laura thought, as she reached down for his manhood. It took but a second for her to envelop him in her slippery steaming slit. When he was fully seated, she fell forward to get as much skin-to-skin contact as she could. Her lips found his and she kissed him with a passion she hadn't know existed four days ago. Robby lightly stroked her back, content just to be holding her. It was a perfect moment, the two of them joined in the most intimate way possible, in their own private little world. The quiet union was, however, metastable; in a short time, small quiet movements by one partner triggered quivers and shakes in the other until neither could resist sliding and thrusting. Slide and thrust turned into buck and howl as peace and quiet fled the scene. They made mad love far into the night; Robby took her to undreamed of heights. She was shamelessly wanton with him as she eagerly lapped her juices off his face after he had tongued her to a roaring climax. She happily took his staff into her mouth and licked off their combined spend. She enjoyed her first sixty-nine, savoring the taste of his thick copious spending. Laura could not believe how much she liked pleasuring him with her mouth. She was an inexperienced but most willing student, determined to be as good a lover for him as he was for her. The next day Robbie talked her into coming to his house to talk with his parents. She dreaded the thought of their reaction but knew it had to be done. True to their word, Carl and Louisa welcomed her warmly. They had always like her anyway and had been there for her after the accident. The two couples sat in the living room and worked out guidelines for the future. The discussion was honest, open, and at times, embarrassingly frank. In the end, they all agreed that Robby and Laura would split their time together between the two houses. School nights Robby would stay home; he could stay at Laura's on weekends. Laura would spend weekday evenings with the Davises if she wanted. The basic hard and fast rule was that school came first. Laura helped Louise prepare Sunday dinner. It was awkward at first but the basic good natures of the women soon had them chatting and laughing. Robby and Carl sat in front of the television watching the Dolphins continue their mediocre season against the equally inept Jets. From time to time, Carl began to think about the reasons Robby and Laura were so attracted to each other, but the images of them together would steam his brain, so he forced himself to watch the game instead. At dinner, they all talked about Robby's upcoming trip to New Orleans. His high school's band was performing at half time at the Sugar Bowl in the Super Dome. Robby played the snare drum for the marching band; strangely enough, he also played violin in the concert band. The band was flying out on a charter on the thirtieth, complements of Nokia, the game's sponsor. Robby had asked Laura to go, so she was taking off from work at noon on the thirtieth and catching a flight at three. The band's appearance at the event took on added significance because the game between Louisiana State University and the University of Oklahoma was for the national championship. Laura landed in New Orleans at six-fifteen local time, Wednesday evening. She picked up her bags and caught the hotel's shuttle bus. She called Robby's cell phone from hers as soon as she was on the road. When she pulled up to the hotel at seven-thirty he was waiting for her at the curb. Laura flew off the bus and into his arms, they had been apart for fewer than twenty-four hours, but to Laura it felt as if it had been a week. Robby walked her into the lobby and stood by her as she checked in, then carried her bags to the elevator. They had the car to themselves for the ride to the fourteenth floor. They were in each other's arms as soon as the doors closed. Laura had booked a nice room in the same hotel where Robby's band was staying. She had a small suite with a king-sized bed. The band and their chaperones were scattered throughout the hotel, two to a room, boys on one floor, girls on another. Robby's roommate was covering for him so Robby could stay with Laura. Laura opened the door of her suite and Robby followed her in. He put her bag on the bed, handed her a big white bathrobe, and told her to undress and put on the robe. While she gratefully stripped out of her business suit, he went to the bathroom. When he came out five minutes later, she was in the robe and unpacking the suitcase. Robby took her hand and led her to the bathroom. Laura gasped as she went through the door. Half a dozen candles lighted the room, a vase of yellow roses was on the vanity, and the tub was full of bubbles. Robby took her robe and held her hand as she stepped into the tub. She sighed in satisfaction as the warm water enveloped her. Robby knelt by the tub with washcloth in hand and gently bathed away her arduous day. "I think I'm going to keep you," Laura said dreamily. "Good idea," Robby replied. After bathing her, Robby lovingly dried her and slipped the robe back on her shoulders. "We have dinner reservations at eight-thirty," he said. Laura nodded and started dressing. It was just as exciting for Robby to watch her dress, as it was to watch her get naked. Laura was, by now, comfortable with him watching her. She enjoyed the unabashed adoration in his eyes as he watched her do girlie things. Laura slipped on a skirt and blouse, and took her long blonde hair out of the French braid she had worked and traveled in. Robby grinned when she opened a pack of smoky gray thigh-highs and sat on the bed rolling them up her slender legs. They made it to the restaurant with five minutes to spare. Dinner was intimate and romantic; Laura resisted the urge to pinch herself to see if she was dreaming. A few of Robby's band mates came over to say hi to him. He introduced each to Laura, which is what they were angling for anyway. Everyone liked Robby and they were dying of curiosity to meet the beautiful woman he was dining with. Robby had a reputation as a lady's man; he had dated a lot but had never tied himself down to one girl until now. He was a hot topic of speculation among the females at school. He was a major stud and discreet to boot. Word was that, if you wanted primo loving without ruining your reputation, you looked up Rob Davis. Rumor also had it that Robby was even taking care of a couple of the teachers. Robby denied everything, of course, much to the displeasure of his male friends. If they were not getting any, they at least wanted to hear from someone who was. Mr. Kelly, the head of the music department came to their table to say hello. Robby introduced Mr. Kelly to Laura with the explanation that Mr. Kelly was the one who had gotten them the prime tickets for the Benatar concert. Laura thanked Mr. Kelly profusely; she told him it was the best concert evening of her life. Mr. Kelly told her it was his pleasure then bid them good evening. They were just finishing their meal when a very attractive young woman approached their table. "Hello, Robert, how are you?" the woman said. Laura's rotating rival radar came on to spin at full force, as she looked the woman up and down. She was in her mid to late twenties, tall, and had a spectacular figure. She had medium length auburn hair and green eyes. A nose a little too large kept her from being beautiful, but she was dangerously pretty. With that body, she must have been the stuff of many a horny student's fantasy. "Hi, Miss Billings, I'm fine; this is my girlfriend, Laura. Laura, this is Miss Billings, my English teacher." "I didn't know you had a girlfriend, Robert. Jenna Billings," the woman said, "pleased to meet you." Laura thought she looked anything but genuinely pleased and the feeling was most definitely mutual. They exchanged awkward pleasantries for a few minutes then Jenna departed. Laura did not know what had gotten into her but she was suddenly almost insanely jealous; if she were a cat, her back would have arched and her hair would have fluffed straight up. "I'll bet she teaches you more than conjugating verbs," Laura said caustically. Robby cocked his eyebrow and said, "Relax, she's my friend; you are my girlfriend, big difference." Laura could not let it go, "Maybe you need different friends. I don't like all of the ones I've met so far." "I'm sorry you feel that way, Laura, good friends are hard to come by, I'm not giving them up on your whim." "Whatever," she said petulantly, "I'm tired, I'll see you tomorrow." Robby sat at the table in stunned silence as Laura stalked out of the restaurant. That was certainly not how he envisioned their evening ending. Robby paid the check and walked out of the place a few minutes after Laura's abrupt exit. His feelings had been hurt and he was irritated and displeased. If Laura could not handle the idea of another woman any better than this, she was in for some rough times if and when he ever told her any details of how he had learned to please a woman. Yes, he loved her more than anything, but she was not his only love. Robby shook his head ruefully and headed for the elevators. Jenna Billings watched him depart and timed it so that they arrived at the elevator at the same time. They had the car to themselves so she put her arms around his neck, pressing her substantial breasts into his chest. "I'm sorry if I caused you a problem, Rob; I was just curious," Jenna said. Robby put his hands on the generous flare of her hips. His penis stiffened in his pants as he recalled the feel of her supple body without the cloth between them. "It's okay, Jen, you didn't do anything wrong. I can't believe she picked up that we had been together so quickly, though." Jenna laughed, "Women are born with a sixth sense about things like that, Rob. It's like we can smell our man's scent on another woman, no matter how long ago they were together. The question is -- what about you and me? Are you off the market now?" "Yes, ma'am," he said. "If Laura still wants me, I am." "Oh, she still wants you; you can bet on that. Meanwhile, I am going to stay out of her way; it is me she's mad at, not you," Jenna said. Jenna rose on her toes and gave him a quick kiss as the elevator stopped at her floor. She was a chaperone for the girl band members who were housed on the floor below the boys' rooms. "Good luck," she said as she stepped out of the car. In room 1407, Laura was mentally kicking herself. Her conduct had been monumentally stupid; Robby could not help having a past any more than she could. So what if he had other women before her, she knew with every fiber of her being, that he loved her. Plus, he had introduced her as his girlfriend, acknowledging their relationship in public. "Shity shit, shit, shit," she cursed, then put a hand over her mouth. Now she was even cussing, something she did about once a year. Her little outburst did make her feel better though. Now how was she going to fix this mess? An hour later, Robby was lying on his bed, reading a brochure from the New Orleans Museum of Art and contemplating a visit to the new Besthoff Sculpture Garden when the phone rang. He was alone in the room so he answered it. It was Laura. "Robby," she said in a small voice, "please come see me." Robby took the elevator up to her floor and knocked on the door. He had the key she had given him but formality seemed the way to go after her earlier little outburst. Laura opened the door looking contrite and beautiful. She tugged him inside, kicked the door shut, and wrapped her arms around him. Smothering his face with kisses, she apologized profusely for her earlier actions. She let him go finally and led him into the living room of her suite. A solitary chair was sitting in the middle of the floor. Laura was wearing a diaphanous floor length black gown that set off her porcelain skin and pale blond hair. Her hair was thick and casually disarrayed. She was Kim Basinger in Nine and 1⁄2 Weeks. Laura led him to the chair and sat him down, then went to the bedroom and came back carrying a large wide-backed hairbrush. She handed Robby the brush and wordlessly draped herself across his knees. Robby knew this game, Confessions and Penance, the other love of his life sometimes liked to play it also. He pulled Laura's gown up, exposing her pert little alabaster ass. He rested his hand on one creamy smooth butt cheek causing Laura to stifle a small gasp. There were no preliminaries. "From now on, you will not worry about me and other women," he said and brought the brush down smartly on her ass. Laura flinched, emitted an 'eek' at the sting of the impact, and squealed, "Yes, Robby." "You won't worry because I love you first and foremost." Another smack, another 'eek', and another 'Yes, Robby' quickly followed. Laura realized that her act of contrition was rapidly turning into a more burning desire for submission. She started arching her derriere up to meet the brush as it came down, then grinding her groin against his thigh when the blow landed. She received five swats to each cheek, before Robby stood her up and sent her to the bathroom to get her lotion. She draped herself across his knees again so he could apply the soothing aloe gel. His touch on her sensitized cheeks was transmitted directly to her clitoris. Suddenly other women did not matter at all. As he lightly fingered her puckered little rear passage, she chased his finger with her little winking star, willing him to put it in there. When Robby actually started to worm his lotion-slickened index finger into her most intimate orifice, she mewed in excitement. He was fulfilling many of her fantasies tonight and it was as good as she had imagined. "That feels wonderful, Robby; please don't stop," she said breathlessly as she savored her penetration and the unexpected stimulation of hitherto unknown erotic nerve endings. By now, Robby had two fingers in her tight wet vagina to go along with the probe in her bottom. Robby would push his finger inside her then wiggle his pinky so the knuckle was rubbing her clit. A few of the combined finger thrusts sent her over the top. Laura came so hard she went cross-eyed. Her juices soaked the front of his trousers but Robby did not mind. He helped Laura to her feet then stood up himself. Hand in hand, they went to the bedroom. They made love for an hour with her spread wide beneath him, then fell asleep snuggled up together. Right before they dozed off, Robbie told her to pick up some of that new K-Y warming gel the next morning while he was at practice. Blushing furiously, she agreed. She would have agreed to anything he suggested anyway. Their relationship had turned a corner and Laura was thrilled with the new direction it was taking and quite open to further exploration. The next morning the band rode a bus the ten blocks to the Super Dome. They rehearsed on the field until Mr. Kelly was happy. Robby caught Laura as she was coming back from shopping. He grinned at her and nodded down at the Victoria's Secret bag she carried. Victoria's was rapidly becoming her favorite place to shop. She basically liked wearing what Robby liked to see her in. The salesgirl at Victoria's was most helpful and complimentary. Laura thought she was a little more touchy-feely than necessary, but hey, this was the Big Easy, maybe everyone was just friendlier. Besides, the girl's gentle hands had felt good as she helped Laura try on different outfits. Robby went to her room with her to put away the bags then it was back outside to hail a cab. Robby took her to the New Orleans Museum of Art to see a visiting display of Egyptian antiquities. It was the largest collection of artifact ever loaned out by the Cairo Museum, thousands of year's worth of exhibits concerning the ancients and the afterlife. They held hands and gawked at the displayed relics, fascinated by all the splendor. They stayed at the museum until it closed at six, then taxied back to the hotel. Robby took her to dinner in the restaurant again, this time more of his band mates were eating there also. Robby introduced Laura to all of them, amused at the envy of the boys and the disappointment of the girls. Jenna was at the restaurant also; she did not come to their table tonight, however; she just nodded and waved. When Jenna went to the ladies room Laura got up and followed her. Robby became concerned when they had not returned after ten minutes; he was about to go check on them when they reentered the room laughing gaily. They came up to the table together and sat down on either side of him. "Jenna doesn't have any plans this evening, Baby, so I invited her to see the sights with us. Is that okay with you?" Laura asked. Robby said it was fine with him, calmly masking his surprise at the turn of events. He was pleased and surprised, but mostly pleased; Laura had learned her lesson. The trio agreed to meet in the lobby at nine and parted ways to change for the evening. Robby and Laura were waiting in the lobby when Jenna came down at five after. It was a chilly evening so both women were wearing long coats. Robby wore a leather bomber jacket. Since their hotel was on the edge of the French Quarter, all the famous nightlife was within easy walking distance. The women linked their arms through his and they headed east toward Bourbon Street. As they walked, the streets became more crowded with revelers; it was tough sledding pushing through the throngs of partiers. They made steady progress though, and were soon at the door of the Blue Note, a blues bar that Laura had been keen on visiting. At the door Jenna charmed and flirted them admission, the fifty dollar bill she handed the bouncer disappeared in his big meaty hand. He gave Robby a warning look and told him to stay out of trouble. Laura pressed herself tighter against Robby and told the bouncer she would keep him too busy to cause any problems. The bouncer snorted and waved them in. It was early so they were able to find three chairs at a table with a couple from Oklahoma, in town for the Sugar Bowl. Jeff and Lisa Dugan were OU alums, about the same age as Jenna and Laura. It was a fun evening as they danced and talked into the night. Robby was gratified that Laura and Jenna got along so well. After a couple of drinks, the two women loosened up and started to have fun. They dragged Robby onto the dance floor, danced around him for the fast numbers, and took turns on the slow ones. At about eleven-thirty, Lisa grabbed him for a slow dance while Jeff took a turn with Jenna. Lisa was a short, well-upholstered brunette; her short hair and pixie face made her look Robby's age. She molded herself against him as they danced. "So, Robert Davis, how do you keep two women happy and not at each other's throats?" she asked. "I only have one woman", Robby replied, "Jenna is just a friend." Lisa leaned back in his arms and laughed, "Sure, a real close friend I'd wager. I know that look she wears and she didn't get it by being just your friend". Robby calmly steered the conversation towards her and Jeff. He learned that they owned a successful real estate business in Oklahoma City and were a very open minded couple. Robby caught her hint but ignored it. Across the dance floor, Jeff was dropping the same hint to Jenna. Jenna deftly avoided answering him but his suggestive ploy started her thinking. Jenna had enjoyed a threesome with her roommate in college. It was one of her fondest memories. She sure wouldn't mind a repeat of that night with Robby and the luscious Laura. She and Laura were hitting it off, so it just might be a possibility. The evening remained fun, despite Jeff and Lisa's disappointment in not convincing Jenna and Robby into a little swap. The drinks flowed freely; by midnight everyone but Robby, who had stuck to club soda, was a little tipsy. Champagne corks popped at midnight and kisses were the order of the day. Robby received three of the hottest kisses of his life and Laura got two of her own. Her eyes flew open in surprise when Jenna French kissed her right there in the French Quarter. Jenna did not pursue or prolong the kiss, however; so Laura figured it was mainly the alcohol making everyone a little too happy. They stayed and partied until two in the morning. Laura was feeling no pain as they walked arm in arm back to the hotel. Jenna turned out to be a great person; Laura thought they were going to become good friends. Jenna was not overly familiar with Robby; in fact, she seemed to be thrilled with Robby and Laura being together. Laura guessed she could have avoided all the histrionics of the night before, but then, she would have missed her little hairbrush and lotion spanking session afterward. The thought of the way Robby took charge of her body made her weak in the knees. When he did that, she would do absolutely anything he wanted and love every minute of it. Yes, she had remembered to get the required K-Y product. For propriety's sake, Laura and Jenna went into the hotel first. Jenna walked Laura to her suite and Laura thought nothing of inviting her in for a nightcap. Robby arrived about ten minutes later. He let himself in and was pleased and surprised, but mostly surprised, to find both women sitting on the couch. They each had a glass of wine in their hand and were chatting like old friends. He went and fixed himself a coke, fired up the radio, then sat on one side of Laura. They talked and laughed about the evening, Jenna regaling them about dancing with Jeff. She said he had some slick moves that were very effective. Laura said she hadn't seen anything out of place; Jenna told her that was why he was so slick. Laura got unsteadily to her feet and said 'show me'. Jenna gave Robby a wink and stood up. She took Laura in her arms and positioned her so that both Laura's arms were around her neck. She brushed Laura's hair back, then began to whisper into her ear. Laura shivered at the erotic images Jenna painted. Jenna was telling her how good Laura would feel tonight as Robby made love to her. She was so caught up in Jenna's soft voice she didn't notice the hand that had crept between them until it had fully encased her breast. Laura started to pull back but Jenna slid a hand down onto her butt and whispered, "There's more". Laura nodded weakly and snuggled back into the teacher's arms. Jenna pushed on her butt until Laura was straddling her thigh. Laura started involuntarily pushing against her as Jenna captured her nipple through her dress and kissed her. Jenna thought she had a willing new pupil when all of unaccustomed imbibing caught up with Laura. The blonde stumbled, gasped, and announced that she was going to be sick. Robby rushed over and took her to the bathroom. He held her hair out of the way, as Laura sacrificed a hundred dollars worth of drinks to the porcelain goddess. Between them, Jenna and Robby cleaned her up and got her into the bed. Jenna was mightily disappointed and tried to get Robby to make up for Laura's sudden departure. When Robby refused, she only shrugged, kissed him goodnight, and left. Robby undressed and slipped into the bed to hold his sweetheart. Robby woke up at nine and ordered room service. He let Laura sleep until the food arrived at ten, then gently kissed her awake. Laura moaned pitifully and sat up holding her head. Robby worked hard at keeping a straight face as he fed her three aspirins and a tall glass of ice water. Laura finished the water and plopped back onto the bed. "Oh, Baby", she moaned, "I feel so bad I'd have to get better to die." Robby bit his tongue to keep from laughing. He held her and stroked her hair until her head quit pounding. "I need to brush my teeth; my mouth tastes like the bottom of a bird cage," she said. Robby did laugh out loud at that and asked just when she had had that experience. Laura shot him a dirty look, then started laughing too. He helped her up and adjusted the shower as she brushed the fur off her tongue. She got into the shower with him and moaned in appreciation as he shampooed her hair and bathed her. She stood head down in the pelting spray while he cleaned himself, then gratefully let him dry her. A couple of pieces of cinnamon toast settled her stomach. By eleven, she felt quasi-human. She fixed her hair and dressed while Robby went down to his room to get ready for a day of sight seeing. On a whim, she called Jenna and asked her to join them. She did not remember a lot of last evening, but she recalled she had enjoyed having Jenna with them. The trio bought a day pass for the streetcars and busses at the front desk, then stepped out and headed west to find the St. Charles Streetcar. They boarded at the first stop on St. Charles Avenue, as recommended by the desk clerk, and managed to snag seats before the trolley filled with tourists. Eventually, Robby gave up his seat to a lady and stood in front of his companions for close to fifteen minutes as they rode to the zoo. Both Laura and Jenna noticed that, although they were chatting quietly to each other, their gazes were actually fixed on Robby's zipper and the effect the rocking motion of the trolley was having on his manhood. Salacious thoughts flitted across each of their minds, but they actually only spoke about the grand mansions they could glimpse down the streets. For his part, Robby ignored their stares and paid close attention to the wood, workmanship, and brass fittings of the trolley. Finally, they arrived at the Audubon Zoo, across the street from Tulane and Loyola Universities. The zoo turned out to be surprisingly attractive with thoughtful exhibits designed for both children and grownups. The biggest surprise was Monkey Hill. An artificial elevation built, it said, in the 1930s to show the children of New Orleans what a hill was since the land all around the city was flood plane flat. Robby liked the white tigers; Jenna and Laura voted for the gorillas, especially the new nineteen-year-old silverback, Casey, who had a fierce male expression and adept fingers. Laura thought she saw him swinging a hairbrush, but it turned out to be a piece of bark. As the day wore on, his two companions seemed to be walking closer and closer on either side of Robby, who finally realized that the animal odors and occasional glimpses of half-hearted mating by some of the inmates were affecting the two women. He knew instinctively what to do. As they finished touring the zoo, he suggested stopping at a local restaurant for a light meal. Luckily, taxis were at the entrance and they caught one to get to a nearby place Robby had checked in his brochure and had gotten the desk to make reservations. Called Delmonico's, it was now under the ownership of famed chef and nice guy Emeril Lagasse. What a treat it was for his lady friends, as they discovered both the restaurant and Robby's thoughtful planning. Mr. Lagasse was not handling any skillets that day but all three enjoyed a great late lunch. As soon as someone at another table mentioned naptime, the two women stood and pulled Robby to his feet. "Which way to the streetcar?" they asked as they breezed out the door, leaving a curious trail of Cajun spices and pheromones. In no time, they were back at the hotel and in the lobby. Laura had had a wonderful time and having Jenna along only added to the fun. Laura and Jenna had a lot more in common than Robby. They seem to agree on almost everything. Laura thought she had found a new best friend. The three of them rode the elevator up to the fourteenth floor. Jenna was as in heat as the lioness at the zoo. Laura, although strangely aroused as well, was tired and still not recovered from last night. She decided that she would take a nap; Jenna and Robby could hang out in the suite if they wanted. A couple of hours sleep and she would be ready for the evening, she figured. They were no sooner in the suite than Jenna's cell phone rang. It was one of the other chaperones in a panic because two of the girls were missing. Jenna reluctantly agreed to join the search. Robby said he would help as well. Jenna was seriously disappointed at the turn of events, she had hoped for a little time alone with Laura. Oh well, duty first. Robby kissed Laura goodbye, then Jenna did the same. Laura did not even flinch when Jenna licked her lips apart and scraped her tongue across Laura's teeth. It felt not only good but also natural to kiss her new friend that way. Robby and Jenna caught the elevator down to the lobby. As soon as the doors closed, Jenna gave Robby a searing kiss. "I really like Laura, I think we are going to become really close friends," Jenna said. Robby allowed that that would be great, but warned Jenna to be careful with Laura and her feelings. He then explained about Laura's tragic past. Jenna was almost in tears when they arrived at the lobby. As they split up and headed in different directions on Canal Street, Jenna started to reevaluate her plans for Laura. She decided that the best course of action was to let Laura set the pace. Laura was still going to be a great friend and Jenna was going to be there if Laura wanted more. In room 1407, Laura stripped down to her panties and slipped between the cool sheets. She could still feel Robby and Jenna's kisses on her lips. She drifted off to sleep thinking that they were both equally nice and equally exciting. She wanted more of each. ------- Chapter 3: Valentine's Day Laura Miller glanced at her watch for the millionth time; Jesus, time was standing still. It was Friday afternoon, February 13th, and she had an hour left before she could leave work for the day. Laura was not normally so antsy to depart; she had not become the youngest branch manager at the bank by being slothful. Tonight, however, she had plans. It had been an arduous week and she was ready to let her hair down. She shook her head in wonder. Imagine that, she was Laura Miller, the poster girl for prim and proper only two months ago. Now she was champing at the bit to get off work so she could go barhopping. Of course, things would be different if Robby were around, but he was in Tampa at a band competition. So tonight, she and Jenna Billings were going to Kelso's, a huge new bar in downtown Orlando. Jenna had somehow snagged tickets to 'Thunder Down Under' an all-male dance review that was the hottest show in town. Jenna had turned out to be a great person and a good friend once Laura had gotten over her little spate of jealousy. She and Jenna talked on the phone often and saw each other a couple of times a week. Jenna was still touchy-feely, but was not overtly sexual towards Laura. Laura did not know if she was relieved or disappointed about that. It was like being a teenager again, her discovering her sexuality. She had gone twenty-six years without giving sex much of a thought; now she was making up for lost time with a vengeance. "Oh my", she thought, squeezing her thighs together, all this thinking about sex was getting her hot. Her man had been gone for three days and she was ready to climb the walls. Robby was in for some serious lovemaking when he came home tomorrow. The clock finally completed its slow motion journey to five. Laura bid her co-workers goodbye and had to keep from running to her car. She fired up her Lexus and made the trip home in record time. Jenna showed up at six on the dot. Laura was just toweling her hair from the shower when Jenna rang the bell. Laura slipped on her robe, hustled to the door, and let her friend in. Jenna was carrying a garment bag and a small suitcase; she still wore the clothes she had taught in that day. "I thought I'd get ready over here to save time," Jenna said. "Of course, Jen; I'd love the company," Laura answered. Jenna followed Laura up to her bedroom and dropped her bags on the bed. To Laura's surprise, Jenna started stripping off her clothes. "Do you mind if I use your shower?" Jenna asked. Laura shook her head as she tried not to make it obvious that she was checking out Jenna's body. Jenna seemed oblivious to Laura's flickering gaze as she nonchalantly disrobed. Wow, was she built, Laura thought. She looked good naked, not something every woman could claim. Laura's eyes were drawn immediately to the skin her bikini covered. All the good parts stood out starkly white. Jenna's voice drew Laura out of her trance. "Do you think these sag to much to go braless?" Jenna asked, hold up her breasts. Laura shook her head emphatically. "No, they are the biggest, firmest real ones I've ever seen," Laura said almost reverently. "Oh, aren't you sweet!" Jenna exclaimed. She gave Laura a little kiss on the lips them spun around and headed to the bathroom. Jenna did not shut the door and Laura stared to her hearts content as her friend bent over and adjusted the water. Jenna's ass was as voluptuous as her breasts. Laura wondered how Robby could give all that up for her own scrawny body. By seven-thirty, they were dressed and out the door. Jenna said they would eat at Red Lobster first, and then head over to Kelso's for the ten o'clock show. They had a nice conversation over lobster bisque. Jenna did most of the talking, regaling Laura with stories of the antic in her classroom. They arrived at Kelso's at nine-thirty, Jenna turned in her tickets, and they got their hands stamped. "Enjoy the show, ladies," leered the bouncer at the door. "If you need anything ask for Ralph. That's me, and I can take care of anything you might need." Jenna gave Ralph her second most devastating smile as she squared her shoulders and thrust out her formidable rack. She laid her hand on his muscular forearm, digging her carmine tipped fingers lightly into his skin. "Anything, Ralph?" she simpered. Ralph gulped. "Anything at all," he said shakily. Jenna laughed gaily and pulled Laura into the rapidly filling bar. Laura followed meekly, still in awe at Jenna's performance at the door. Jenna had to be the most seductive and sexy woman she had ever met. Her interplay with the bouncer bore immediate fruit as Ralph waved one of the other bouncers over. He nodded toward Jenna and Laura and whispered something in the guy's ear. The other man caught up with them. "This way, ladies; I have a table up front for you," he said. Jenna took his arm, then turned around and blew Ralph a kiss. The bouncer took them to a table for six right on the edge of the dance floor and makeshift stage. He held the two empty chairs out for them, told them to enjoy, and then disappeared. All the women at her table were pretty and sexy. Laura figured that the bouncers put them all in good seats hoping at least one of them would show their appreciation later. Laura thought she should have been offended but damn, they were the best seats in the house. Jenna ordered them both some sort of exotic sounding drink as they made conversation with their tablemates. The drink was delicious, tasting as if there were hardly any alcohol in the sweet concoction. Laura was on her second mai tai when the show started and having a wonderful time. The show was incredible. Laura had never seen so many sexy hunks in the flesh in her life. Jenna was keeping her in stitches as she described their obvious attributes in explicit language. Laura even overcame her shyness and was stuffing dollar bills in the dancers G-strings before the night was over. In return, she received some hot kisses and some of the dancers even copped a feel or two. Jenna drove them home; she had had only one drink to Laura's four. They burst into Laura's house still laughing about the studly dancers. Laura got them wine as Jenna put on some music. Neither woman was ready for the night to end just yet. They were sitting on the couch talking when Laura asked Jenna how her affair with Robby started. Jenna regarded her for a moment. "Didn't Robby tell you?" Jenna asked. "No, he told me if you wanted me to know you would tell me. He says you two are just friends even though I know better," Laura answered. "That boy is a saint; any other guy would have blabbed all over town that he'd gotten into my pants," Jenna said fondly. Then Jenna told her story. She had noticed Robert J. Davis the first day of class; he was so conscientious and intelligent. As time went by, she also noticed how sweet and handsome he was. That was all there was to it, at first. Then one day he gave her a rose after class. It was a thank you, he said, for the inspiration she had given him on his research paper. She was lost, Jenna said, when he touched her hand as she took the rose. She was staring into his eyes as his lips keep getting closer and closer to hers. She tried to will her head to move to avoid his kiss; instead, she licked her lips and closed her eyes. The rest, as they say was history. Robert got them a room the next weekend and made love to her the way she had only dreamed of. Thank god that he was so responsible, Jenna added, because she had no self control around him. Laura was hanging on to every word out of Jenna's mouth as if they were covered in platinum. The story did not even ignite the tiniest spark of jealousy. It did, however, make her hot. "He affects me the same way. I can hardly control myself around him. But I was a shy repressed housewife; you are a beautiful woman who can wrap men around your finger." Jenna gave a bark of genuine laughter. "So could you, honey; with your looks and body I could teach you to have men eating out of your hand in just one evening." That idea, for some reason, excited Laura. She would love to be as sexy as Jenna, especially for Robby. She did not vocalize that thought though; instead, she changed the subject. "Were you always so sexy?" Laura asked. "No, I was a late bloomer. Through most of high school, I was a mess: bad skin, bad hair, and over-weight. Right before graduation, I blossomed. I hit college with a new body, a new look, and a burning desire to lose my virginity. It took me a month to let my Psychology 101 professor think he seduced me. He was a bounder, but he was talented in the sack. I discovered that I loved sex, and never looked back. I took a succession of casual lovers, enjoying some more than others. I always had a couple of guys on the hook for emergencies; that is, until I met Robert. I am afraid he spoiled me, now guys have to pass the Robert Davis test. Sadly, not many do." Laura blushed scarlet but the alcohol loosened her tongue enough to ask her next question. "What about women. You seem to like them as well." Jenna laughed again. "Boy, you are full of surprises. When I was a sophomore in college, my dorm-mate flunked out. I was assigned a new roomie who happened to be a senior. She was bisexual and seduced me one night almost as expertly as Robert did. She showed me that you could have fun with men and women if you kept an open mind," Jenna replied. By now Laura was so hot she was squirming. A fact not lost on Jenna. "How did she seduce you?" Laura asked breathlessly. Jenna smiled tightly; the game was on. "Beth was reading in our room when I came in from a disastrous date. My latest heartthrob was on the football team. He thought it was just fine to get drunk, get his rocks off, and dump me at the dorm so he could go drinking some more. I sat on her bed and told her my tale of woe. She started rubbing my shoulders while I talked. Her hands felt really nice." Jenna demonstrated for Laura as she turned the blonde sideways and swept her long blonde hair off her neck. The gentle massaging did feel nice, Laura thought. "What happened next," Laura whispered. Jenna reached in front of Laura and started unbuttoning her blouse. She continued talking softly. "My blouse was tight like yours so she undid a few buttons so she could reach more of my shoulders. I didn't protest, she had magic fingers and I was tense after my shitty date. When her hands started dipping into the front of my blouse like this, caressing the tops of my breasts, I didn't say anything. Her hands still felt incredibly nice, nothing like the pawing I had received earlier." By now, Jenna was stroking Laura's breast almost to the nipple. The Victoria's Secret bra was doing its job of pushing Laura's mounds in and up while exposing plenty of skin. Laura was making little cooing noises as her head lolled back against the auburn-haired teacher. Gotcha thought Jenna, as Laura turned her head and sought Jenna's lips. Gotcha was also what Laura thought, as she felt Jenna respond. Laura could not help herself; the combination of the drinks, the dancers, and Jenna's erotic stories had her on fire. She hungrily kissed busty Jenna, thrusting her tongue into her friend's mouth. It was slightly uncomfortable craning her neck to kiss, but Jenna would not let her turn around. Instead, the teacher reached down and unhooked her bra. Laura moaned as nimble fingers captured her nipples. Laura was moaning her need into Jenna's mouth when Jenna released one of her nipples and made a beeline under her skirt with the free hand. Laura splayed her legs and held her breath as a beautifully manicured hand covered the crotch of her sopping panties. Then Jenna was no longer behind her. Her lovely friend slid to the floor and turned Laura so that her feet were flat on the floor and she was leaning back against the couch. Jenna could not believe how sexy wild-haired Laura looked as she gazed back at her with lust-hooded eyes. Laura raised her butt as Jenna dragged her panties off. Then she fell back on the couch as Jenna buried her head under Laura's skirt. Jenna had a talented tongue, almost in the same league as Robby, Laura thought - part of Laura's mind was strangely analytical and focused on the process. But Jenna was clearly not the one who had taught Robby his technique. They had completely different styles. After Jenna brought her to a quick orgasm, Laura stood up, took Jen's hand, and led her to the bedroom. Taking the lead seemed the right thing to do at the moment. It was a marvelously erotic night for both women. Laura found that teacher Jenna was actually quick to submit to her once she asserted herself. Laura liked that. So, apparently, did Jenna, if her cries of passion were any indication. Laura came the hardest while they were locked in a torrid sixty-nine. She was on the top grinding her little bald mound on Jenna's face as she fisted her new lover. The teacher had become her obedient pupil. She could not wait until Robby returned and could join them. Robby returned home Saturday the fourteenth. He spent the requisite time with his parents then hightailed it to Laura's. Laura met him at the door and flung herself on him. For the lovers, their three days apart seemed like an eternity. Robby's kisses instantaneously reignited Laura's full measure of passion, despite her night of lovemaking with Jenna. Laura took Robby by the hand and half-led, half-dragged him into the bedroom. After their reunion, Laura told a thoroughly drained Robby all about her evening with Jenna. She was careful not to omit anything; she wanted to make sure that Robby could expect her to be totally honest with him. Robby teased her about letting the dancers cop a few feels. Laura blushed prettily and said the dancing and drinks had made her horny, but she would never-ever let it get out of hand. Then they discussed her relationship with Jenna as well as the surprisingly dominant role for neophyte Laura. Robby did not mind that she and Jenna had been intimate; in fact, he thought it was sexy as hell. The only question was: what next? This was uncharted territory for both of them. Would it be possible for them to all three be together without jealousy rearing its ugly head? They finally decided that they would talk to Jenna about it that evening and see what she thought. After all, Jenna was the worldliest of the three of them and probably knew how those things worked. Robby had plans for the evening that could be expanded to include Jenna. Laura tried to wheedle what the plans were but Robby would only tell her that she and Jenna needed to be ready at six-thirty. Robby left Laura's at four to get dressed for the evening, or at least that is what he told Laura. Jenna arrived at Laura's at six wearing a shimmery green dress that matched her eyes and set off her auburn hair. Laura was almost ready when Jenna arrived. She was wearing her favorite LBD (little black dress), comfortable in the knowledge that it looked, as Robby would say, 'way fine' on her. At exactly six-thirty the doorbell rang. Laura thought it odd that Robby would not just let himself in. She was surprised that it was not Robby at the door; instead, a liveried limousine driver stood on the stoop, hat in hand. "Ms Miller?" the driver asked. At her confirming nod, he continued. "Ms Miller, Mister Davis sent me for you and Ms Billings." Laura nodded again, she told the driver just a minute, and went in to retrieve her coat and Jenna. The driver led them out to the white stretch Lincoln and held the door for them. Two bouquets of roses sat on the seat and an open bottle of champagne waited in a frosty ice bucket. After they were settled in the plush velour seat, the driver handed Laura a note. 'Sit back, relax, enjoy the bubbly and I'll see you in an hour' the note read. The driver smoothly maneuvered the big car out to State Road 50 east, then north on I-95. Laura and Jenna were just finishing the champagne when the driver pulled off 95 at the Palmdale exit and headed east again. The driver had called from his cell phone so Robby was waiting for them in front of the resort. After kissing him on the cheek, the two women took his arm and he escorted them upstairs. The room he had reserved for the three-day weekend was a one-bedroom suite on the sixth floor with a balcony over-looking the ocean. Robby had spent all his Christmas and birthday money on the room and limo. He had been saving money for a new audio system for his truck. Looking at his two gorgeous companions, he decided he had definitely made the right decision. Laura, Robby, and Jenna were standing on the balcony looking out at the moonlit ocean when there was a knock at the door. Robby told the ladies to stay put while he answered it. Their visitor was a waiter with a rolling cart that held their supper. Robby signed for the meal and wheeled the cart into the room. Laura and Jenna came in then and helped him put the food on the small dining table. Eating together was a great icebreaker. The awkwardness of the situation melted away as they fed each other, talked, and laughed. After an excellent meal, the trio went back out to the balcony, the women drinking champagne that Jenna had called down for. Robby declined when Jenna offered him a glass of bubbly, he did not want anything impairing what he hoped would be the night of his dreams. He was standing between them, an arm around each woman's waist. They were pressed lightly, comfortably, against his side. Amazingly, Laura was the one who got the ball rolling by seeking his lips with hers. She gave him a searing kiss then pulled her head back. "Kiss Jenna," she ordered. "She has missed you, so make it a good one." Robby turned his head and dipped it as Jenna rose up to fuse her lips to his. Robby turned to face her and Jenna molded her body against him. Laura disengaged herself from Robby's side and moved behind Jenna. As Jen and Robby kissed, she unzipped the back of Jenna's dress then unfastened her bra. She smiled at Robby over Jenna's shoulder as she reached around the teacher and palmed her large, now unfettered, breasts. Robby was dumbstruck by how sexually aggressive Laura was tonight. His sweet little blonde honey appeared determined to run the show. Well, that was just fine with him, but he was curious about how Jen would react. Jenna unwound her arms from around Robby's neck as Laura started tugging her dress off her. "Let's get you naked, honey; I want at those goodies again," Laura said to Jenna. Jenna held her hands to her sides as Laura pushed her dress off her flared hips. She stepped out of the green silky pool of material leaving her naked except for pantyhose and high heels. "No more pantyhose," Laura said. "I want my stuff always available. Now get in there, finish undressing, and wait for us." "Ok," Jenna whispered as she hurried towards the bedroom. Robby stood there in amazement. What the hell? He looked askance at Laura; she grinned back at him. "Funny how that worked out. I discovered that, with her at least, I like to be in charge and that's how Jenna wants it too. She explained it all to me last night. Her first woman lover was forceful with her and that struck a receptive nerve with Jen. When I took control last night it made both of us twice as hot. I don't know where this is going but I am sure anxious to find out." "You are amazing," Robby said in awe. Robby and Laura walked into the bedroom and found a deliciously naked Jenna Billing sprawled on top of the covers. Robby undressed Laura and watched as she crawled onto the bed. Laura fell on top of Jenna and immediately fastened her lips to Jenna's large nipple. Robby started ripping off his clothes, the erotic vision before him adding impetus to his disrobing. He climbed on the bed on the other side of Jenna and started kissing her lips. Laura gave Jenna's nipple a hard nip then moved her head. "I think our lover should show her appreciation by taking us both at once," Laura said as she sprawled on her back. Jenna nodded eagerly and quickly moved between Laura's thighs. Jenna was on her knees with her butt waving in the air in front of Robby's face. He knee walked up behind her and positioned his dick at the entrance of already moist tunnel. Jenna moaned into Laura's fragrant pussy as Robby sank his shaft into hers. Laura was having the time of her life as Jenna worked slavishly on her clit. The sight of her man pounding her woman into oblivion added even more heat to the moment. Laura was quickly on the edge of climaxing; she could tell Jenna was close so she tried to hold off so they could come together. When Jenna started cumming, she sucked hard on Laura's clit. That sent Laura over the top, the pulsating, rhythmic milking action of Jenna's talented tunnel brought Robby along with them. For two hours, the torrid trio made love. When Robby's cock flagged Laura got it back up by putting Jenna through her paces. At one point Laura had Jenna on her back and was lying on top of the bigger girl. Laura had her hand between them toying with the small thatch of red hair at the top of Jenna's slit. "Tell Robby what you want me to do now," Laura said. Jenna turned redder than her hair. "I want that thing with you fingers," Jenna said. "What thing with my fingers?" Laura teased. "When you put them all in me," Jenna whispered. Robby looked at Laura questioningly. Laura smiled and knelt between Jenna's splayed legs. Jenna raised her knees as Laura formed her small hand into a tube of sorts and started working it into Jenna's slit. Robby watched in disbelief as Jenna gruntingly accepted Laura's hand. Soon Laura's hand disappeared into his English teacher to the wrist. Laura then reached up with her other hand and twisted Jenna's nipple. "Harder," Jenna gasped. Laura obliged, twisting her nipple almost cruelly and forcing her fist further into the writhing Jenna. Robby immediately started getting hard watching them. Jenna almost as quickly started to cum. "I think I want to do this while Robby takes your big ass," Laura said huskily. The idea must have appealed to Jenna because she came like a mad woman. They did not try that particular combination that night, but Laura told Jenna next time they would. Robby used his new erection to take Laura doggie style. Jenna crawled under them and licked anything she could reach. When all three were finally sated, the major problem with Robby's plan for the weekend surfaced. He had kept the women's destination a surprise so the only clothes they had with them was what they had on. At two in the morning, Robby ended up driving them back to Orland so they could get a change of clothes or two. The trio camped out at Laura's for the rest of the night. By ten the next morning they were on the road, dodging traffic headed for the Daytona 500 by taking US 1. The rest of the weekend was just as good as Robby's imagination thought it would be, with the added bonus of Jenna thrown in. They walked on the beach, went to a club, and made a lot of whoopee in their room. Oh yeah, and they talked some about this new relationship. In addition, Jenna came through on her promise of showing Laura how diabolically easy it was to get most men to do what you wanted. Laura did not believe it was quite that easy but was determined to see if she could use Jenna's subtle little ploys to her advantage. As far as their relationship was concerned, they decided that they would be discreet and confine their activities to the three of them. The world was too dangerous a place now to be sleeping around much. Laura told Robby privately that Jenna was looking to settle down and would probably find the right man in the near future. She told him that he had given the teacher an example to shoot for. Laura took the knowledge Jenna had imparted and applied it at work the following day at the managers' weekly meeting. It was as Jenna said: a little eye contact, a subtle touch on the arm, and a soft voice had the VP of Operations hanging onto her every word. It was really the first notice he had ever paid her. The technique worked on Myrna Callahan the outed lesbian VP of Customer Service, also, Laura noticed. Her little actions might not earn her a promotion but it sure might make the dreaded corporate visits easier to take. Laura's smugly proud mood was dashed that evening when an obviously distraught Robby came over. "Laura, my sister Karen is in the hospital. Her asshole of a husband beat her up. We might not be seeing each other much for awhile," he said. ------- Chapter 4: Easter April 2004 Robbie drove to Tampa to see his battered sister Karen as soon as he could pack a bag. He was worried sick about her. His parents were already at the hospital and were keeping Robby posted on Karen's status by cell phone. In addition to the concern for his sister, Robby was also as pissed off at her asshole of a husband as he had ever been at anyone in his life. Robbie was an easy-going guy but his good nature had an edgy side when he was angry. Karen's husband Jason had been arrested for domestic violence but was already out on bail, courtesy of his wealthy parents and their compassionate attorney. Karen was in a private room at the hospital; asshole Jason's parents were footing the bill for that as well, on advice of counsel. Jason Oliver was in hiding somewhere to avoid the bad press he was bringing his family; that was their main concern - bad press. It broke Robby's heart to see his sister there in the bed, her face swaddled in bandages. She was so small and looked so vulnerable. Carl and Louise Davis were relieved to see their son arrive. Karen had been asking for him every since they had arrived. Carl and Louise went to the hospital cafeteria while Robby sat by the bed and held his sister's hand. Robby asked her what had happened. "Jason came home after being gone for two days; I was angry and we started arguing. I told him I knew he was seeing other women and was involved in drugs and I wanted a divorce. He went crazy over that and started slapping me. He tore off my robe then started beating me while he raped me. He said he would kill me before he would let me have a divorce. "I must have passed out because, when I woke up, he was gone. He had torn the phone off the wall but I called 911 from my cell phone and the police came with an ambulance. Jason showed up at the police station with his parents' lawyer. He spent the night in jail but then got out on bail. I am so scared, Robby, what if he tries to kill me like he said? He is mean and crazy," Karen sobbed. "That's why I came here; and, when you are better, you are going home with me," Robbie promised. "That's what I want, Robby; but what about school? I'll might be here another week," Karen said. Then she started crying harder and touched the bandage across her nose and over her left eye. "The bastard broke my nose and chipped my eye socket. The doctor fixed my nose but said it will not look the same. And he won't know if my vision has been permanently affected until the swelling goes down," she wailed. "Take it easy, Kari; everything will be just fine. Besides, I'll still love you even if you end up with two noses and one eye," he teased. "Thanks, Robby; I know you mean that even if you said it as a joke. You are the only guy I've ever met that loves me unconditionally. I can't believe I was stupid enough to marry that jerk. He was so sincere and loving when we were dating then he turned into an animal after we were married. Did you know he even tried to swap me with another guy on our honeymoon? I thought he was just drunk so I laughed it off. I am such an idiot. That's why we stopping coming over to visit. I did not want you or mom or dad to know anything was wrong; I was ashamed of the jerk I was dumb enough to marry." "Don't beat yourself up over it, sis; he was a good actor. He even fooled mom and dad. I never liked him just because he was taking you away from me; but I could never imagine him doing this." "Well, I've learned my lesson; I won't make that mistake twice. I feel so much better with you here, Baby Brother. Can I have a kiss, or am I too ugly?" Robby leaned over the bed and kissed her gently. She wrapped her slender little arms around his neck and sighed. "The pain medication is making me drowsy. I wish you could hold me. Will you stay with me if I fall asleep?" she asked. "You bet I will. I'm going to do some schoolwork while you nap. I have all my assignments for the next week with me. I don't plan on you being out of my sight for a while." Robby talked to Laura a couple of times a day while Karen was in the hospital. Laura said she was so lonely without him and missed him terribly. She would have felt even worse if it were not for their friend Jenna. Robby missed Laura also; they had been inseparable for four months. Laura told Robby that Jenna had met a man who seemed to be perfect for her. It was early -- but, so far, the guy had done everything right. Laura had met him and even gone out to dinner with them. Robby teased her about already stepping out on him even though he had been gone for only a few days. Laura said to not even joke about that; she was his and his alone. Although, she shot back, he was handsome and Jenna said he was a good lover. Karen spent four more days in the hospital, mostly as a precaution for the slight concussion she had suffered. The bandages came off the day before she was discharged. Her vision was fine and her nose now had a slight bump on the bridge. Still, Robby's anger flared anew when he saw the livid purple bruises that covered her face. Mr. Jason Oliver had an ass-whipping coming if Robby got his hands on him. Anyone that hit a woman was a worm in Robby's opinion. But to beat his sister, who was barely five foot two and a hundred pounds, was truly despicable. Robby knew that he could kick big soft Jason's ass. His dad had boxed in college and taught Robby how to handle himself. Carl Davis had also insisted Robby take martial arts to counterbalance the music lessons Louise had Robby up to his neck in. Carl had to go back to his business after a couple of days. He drove Robby's truck back to Orlando and left his wife and son his Caddy. Robby usually teased Carl mercilessly about his flashy maroon 'pimp-mobile'. Carl protested that he needed it to impress clients -- but even Louise said he had bought the car because he had always wanted one and could now afford it. Robby and Louise bundled Karen into the plush back seat of the car and drove her to her house. Robby went in first, half-hoping Jason was there. Jason, however, was still lying low, hiding out at his parents place, and being a model citizen. When Robby had thoroughly checked the house, Louise and Karen came in and packed a couple of bags of necessities. From Karen's house, they drove straight back to Orlando. Karen said that she was never going back to that house or anywhere near Jason again. At the Davis' home, Karen blanched and balked at the thought of being alone in her old room. She was petrified that Jason would come there and hurt her again. They settled on her sleeping with Robby in his room. Robby had always sought Karen's bed for comfort when he was small and something had scared him. So, it seemed only natural that he would provide the same comfort for her. But that was for later that night; for now, Louise and Robby made Karen comfortable on the couch where she could watch the television. Robby sat at the end of the couch with her feet in his lap. She cooed in contentment as he rubbed her tiny feet. Louise Davis stood in the kitchen and watched them over the counter top as they shared the couch. She had never seen a bond between siblings as strong as her children's. Karen had never resented Robby for a second, not even when she was a teenager and was stuck baby-sitting him. Even with the seven-year difference in age, they were best friends growing up. Karen had been fiercely protective of her brother when he was a youngster. She had even once taken on the neighborhood bully to protect him, a boy considerably bigger than she. Their roles reversed when Robby hit puberty at thirteen. Now, he was the protector and comforter. Louise knew that if Jason Oliver showed up at their house he would be in for some serious trouble, even if her husband were not around. Laura made a beeline straight to the Davis' house when she arrived home from work. She walked into the house and straight into Robby's arms. She knew she was probably making a spectacle of herself but did not care as she covered his face with kisses. Karen sat up on the couch wrapping herself in the quilt Robby had covered her with to make room for Laura to sit. Laura had met Karen a few times but did not actually know her very well. Karen had been in college, then off on her own since Laura had moved in next door four years ago. Laura was equally aghast at the lividly bruised and still-swollen face of her man's sister. She had never seen anyone that badly beaten in real life. Carl arrived home shortly after Laura. They all shared a nice dinner and sat in the family room watching TV until ten. Robby walked Laura home and they talked on the porch for a few minutes. They exchanged a couple of passionate kisses; Laura began massaging Robby's hard dick through his covering trousers. "If you come in for a minute, honey, I'll take care of this for you," Laura said. "That sounds like the best idea I've heard lately," Robby said. "But if I go in I can't keep and eye on the house. I don't believe Jason is stupid enough to show up here, but you never know." Laura glanced around, no one was outside, and it was dark on the porch. She pushed Robby backwards until he fell into one of the wicker rockers on the porch. His eyes widened in surprise as she sank to her knees and started unzipping his pants. For Laura it was the most wickedly brazen thing she had ever done. She finally managed to free his beautiful big penis from its cotton prison and enveloped it with her mouth. In fewer than three minutes, he filled her mouth with his seed. Laura had a small orgasm herself just from the act of pleasing him. She cleaned him up with her tongue and tucked him back into his pants. Robby stood up and took her in his arms. When he had kissed her until she was breathless, he let her go. She started to turn and slip into the house. "Not so fast, Blondie," he said as his hand snaked up under her skirt. She spread her legs and clutched his arm as he fingered her to a very public and very intense climax. When she had stopped shaking and regained her composure, he pulled his finger out of her and licked it clean. After another kiss, she finally walked into the house on rubbery legs. Robby returned home to find Karen in the family room by herself. Their parents had already gone bed. "How are you feeling, Kari?" Robby asked as he sat down on the couch. "Grungy, stiff, and sore, but glad to be out of the hospital," she replied. "Well, maybe I can help you feel better. Stay here and I'll be back in a minute," he said. Robby went to the shared bathroom that connected the children's rooms. He turned on the hot water to fill the tub, then rooted around under the sink until he found a bottle of Mr. Bubble bubble bath. He dumped a bunch of the mixture into the tub and, after the tub was full of steamy foam, went to retrieve his sister. Karen smiled when she saw the bubble-filled tub. "You are the greatest, Robbie," she said kissing his cheek. Robby went back to his room and shut the bathroom door. He was sitting at his desk when Karen called him from the bathroom. Robby peeked his head in the door and asked what she needed. "Come wash my hair for me Robby, like you use to. I want to be pampered by someone who loves me." Karen was submerged in bubbles up to her chin so Robby knelt by the tub and she handed him the shampoo. Robby had always loved washing his sister's long thick chestnut hair. He worked the shampoo into a lather on top of her head then scratched and massaged her scalp. Karen groaned and sighed her appreciation as he worked. When he had finished with the shampoo, he took a large cup from under the sink and rinsed her hair. He applied conditioner next and combed it through her thick mane with his fingers. Karen sat up, leaned forward, and handed Robbie the washcloth. Robby soaped the cloth and washed her back. When he finished her back, he rinsed the conditioner out of her hair. "Thanks, Sweet Baby; no one in the world makes me feel as good as you. I'm going to lie here for a while and soak out some aches and pains, ok?" "Sure, sis; call me if you need anything." Robby went back to his desk to finish the last of his school assignments. Tomorrow was the last day of class before Easter break and Jenna Billings, his friend and English teacher, was coming by on her way to school to pick up his week's work. He was just finishing gathering all his papers together to give to Jenna when Karen walked out of the bath wrapped in a towel with another turbaned on her wet hair. She opened her suitcase and took out a pair of tiny pink panties then rummaged through Robby's chest-of-drawers until she found one of his t-shirts. When she had her sleepwear assembled, she wriggled on the panties under the towel then with her back turned to him she dropped the towel around her body and removed the towel from her head. Robby started at her unabashedly as she stood five feet in front of him semi-naked. The saying that dynamite came in small packages was coined to describe his sister. She was short and slender yet had long legs and perky breasts that were surprisingly full. Her ass was a perfect shape and jutted out saucily. "You still have the nicest body I've ever seen," Robbie said admiringly. "Thanks, Robby. Yours is the one opinion I know isn't a line of bullshit." She slipped on his t-shirt then went back to the bathroom to blow dry her hair. Robby stood up, stripped, and hurriedly put on a pair of flannel pajama pants. He turned off the overhead light, turned on his bedside lamp, and crawled under the covers. It would not do for her to see he was hard. Robby was just nodding off when Karen slid under the covers. Robby rolled over on his side, snuggled up to her, and draped his arm over her. "This is the first time in forever that I've felt comfortable in bed with someone. I'm sorry I'm keeping you away from Laura," Karen said, pulling his arm tighter around her. "That's not a problem Kari, Laura understands and knows how close we are. Now go to sleep and let me hold you." She did just that, and he followed her into dreamland. Robby woke up the next morning with his morning erection pressed into the crevice of a delectable ass. He squeezed the plump breast that was somehow in his hand and sighed in contentment. Then he realized to whom the breast and ass belonged. He quickly let go of his sister and scooted backwards. Karen made a little disapproving noise at the loss of contact with him but thankfully stayed asleep. Jenna came by and picked up his assignments at eight that Friday morning. Robby stood on the porch talking with her for a few minutes. She asked about Karen and said for Robby to relay her wishes for a speedy recovery. Robby teased her about her new 'friend'. "So Ms. Billings, I hear that you have kicked us to the curb for some new guy," he said. Jenna was on to Robby's teasing and smacked him on the arm. "I actually met Stan at a curriculum workshop a month ago. He called me a couple of times and we went out last weekend. It was magical Rob; he is so romantic and sweet. He is older than me, divorced, and has custody of his six-year-old daughter. I have been out with him four times, two of them we brought his daughter with us. Seeing how he treats that little girl melts my heart. We are going to spend the weekend together at his place while his daughter is at her mom's. From his kisses and what little exploring we've done, I think I'm going to enjoy getting closer to him." Jenna blushed as soon as she admitted that she planned to sleep with Stan that weekend. Robby grinned at her embarrassment. "I hope everything goes right for you both. You deserve all the happiness there is. Laura says he seems to be a good guy, when can I meet him." "As soon as I can figure out how to introduce you," Jenna laughed. Robby hung out with his sister and even got her out of the house to the mall for a while. Her bruises were still vivid but the swelling in her face had almost disappeared. With some make up and dark glasses, she felt able to face some of the public. She drew a few stares but she drew more attention from males because of how good she looked in a cut-off t-shirt and Levis. She left a wake of whiplashed necks, yet she was seemingly oblivious to the stares she received. Karen came home and helped her mom around the house while Robby practiced his violin for an hour. Well, actually he fiddled for an hour. Robby loved to play country, bluegrass, and folk music on his violin. Carl thought it was the payoff for the years of paying for lessons, but mom Louise gritted her teeth when he did it. Eleven years of lessons had netted her a hayseed want-to-be. Robby had even filled in for a local country band when their fiddler was ill. That her only son, her baby, was playing fiddle in a honky-tonk gave Louise Davis the vapors. To appease their mother, Karen sat down at the piano and she and Robby played part of Debussy's Sonata for Violin and Piano. Karen was a gifted musician in her own right. Hell, she was gifted in about everything, Robby amended. Karen had graduated with honors from the University of Florida with a degree in Electrical Engineering and a Computer Science minor. His sister could get a computer to do anything but walk the dog. Karen played piano and cello; she also had a sweet voice that reminded Robby of Allison Krause. Laura came over again after work and hung out with them for the evening. Robby walked her home, they kissed at her door but did not repeat last nights little escapade. Robby and Karen stayed up until Karen started yawning around eleven. They went upstairs and Karen raided his t-shirt drawer before she hit the shower. Robby put on a pair of Joe Boxer's with Scooby-Do on them and slipped under the covers. Karen had given him the boxers for this last birthday. Karen came out of the shower in his shirt and Robby's eyes bulged out. She was wearing an old wife-beater of his that was too small for him and he could clearly see the shape of her breasts and nipples through it. Robbie woke up the next morning and extricated himself from under his sister. She was practically lying on top of him. Her hair was draped across his chest and smelled of coconut. Robby was surprised to see her naked hip when he pulled back the covers. Big sister was wearing a thong, and wearing it very well. Robby went into the bathroom and took a shower. Karen was awake when he returned to his bedroom. She stretched luxuriously and shot him a smile. "That was the best night's sleep I've had in a while, baby brother. I feel almost human this morning." Robby thought she was incredibly cute even with her raccoon eyes. Her hair was tousled and his t-shirt was about ten sizes too big for her. She looked as if she were about twelve. Karen slid out of bed and padded barefoot into the bathroom so Robby quickly dressed in some cut-off jeans and an old shirt. He was slipping on his rattiest sneakers when she reappeared. "Were are you going?" Karen asked in alarm. "Nowhere, Kari. It's Saturday, I've got to mow the lawn." "Ok, sorry to be such a sissy; but I don't feel safe without you near me." Robby went downstairs while she dressed. His mom and dad were sitting in the nook and drinking coffee. Robbie grabbed a bagel and popped it into the toaster then joined them. Carl was already dressed to go golfing; he had an eight o'clock tee time at the public golf course a few miles from their house. Karen came down a few minutes later and kissed her parents on the cheek. She told them she felt better today and was up for midnight mass that evening. Carl had asked if he should stay home but Karen insisted he go golfing as planned. She felt bad enough about disrupting Robby's life; she did not want to ruin her father's too. Carl finished his coffee then headed out. He reminded Robby to make sure the pool was clean and the chemicals right so his sister could use it if she wanted. The pool had been uncovered since the first of April and the pool's heater had the water temperature up to eighty-five degrees. Robby followed his dad out to get his lawn equipment from the garage. He had three lawns to mow today, including Laura's and the next-door neighbor's on the other side. Cutting grass proved Robby what little disposable income he needed above his allowance. His parents had nixed the idea of a part-time job during the school year. They told him he was already stretched thin enough with school and band activities. Robby checked the pool, cut his own yard first, then mowed the Fillmore's next door. As he was using the weedeater around Mr. Fillmore's prized Canary Island palm tree, Laura walked up to his house and waved to him. Robby waved back. Laura was carrying a beach bag and had on a pool cover-up. Clearly, Karen had invited her over for a swim. Robby refilled his mower with gasoline and hurried over to Laura's. He was looking forward to a dip in the pool himself as it was already above eighty degrees and it was only nine-thirty in the morning. Robby mowed Laura's backyard first then headed for the front. He had just cleared the edge of her house when he spied a strange car in his driveway. His heart did a flip-flop as he let go of the mower and sprinted towards his front door. The door was standing wide open and Robbie skidded through it. Robby took a quick look around; the house was deserted, but the French door leading out to the pool was open. Robby raced through the family room and out the door. Jason was standing on the deck taking off his shirt. "Come out of the pool, bitch; if I have to go in there to get you, you'll be sorry," Jason said menacingly. Karen and Laura were standing in chest-deep water in the center of the pool. Both women were petrified with fear. "Get out of my house, shithead," Robby said as he stepped out the door. Jason spun around and stared at Robby. Robby knew immediately that Jason was high on something. His eyes were fully dilated even in the sunlight and he had a feral expression on his face. Jason was a big man, probably six-four and two hundred and fifty pounds. He was thirty pounds heavier than when he played second sting tight end at the University of Florida. "Well, well, well, if it's not the fag brother. This is between me and my wife, queer boy; stay out of it if you don't want hurt." Robby backed towards the far end of the pool away from the door he had just exited. If Jason followed him, the women might be able get into the house and phone the police. Robby decided to give Jason some incentive to come after him. "Seems to me you're the real faggot since the only person you can beat up is a defenseless woman," Robby taunted. Jason bellowed and charged towards Robby. Robby noticed his mother was standing at the door with the phone to her ear. His mom looked as frightened as the other women as she franticly motioned for the women in the pool to come into the house with her. Robby stepped to the side to evade the charging Jason but, for all his flabby bulk, Jason was still fairly quick. Jason veered at the last minute and managed to sweep Robby off his feet with his extended arm. Robby fell against the plastic picnic set, sprawled across the table, and hit his head against the umbrella pole. Jason ended up stumbling over one of the resin chairs and fell onto the pool deck on his hands and knees. Robby's head stung where the pole had smacked it -- but it was nothing serious. He jumped up and managed to regain his balance before Jason could stand. Robby drew back his foot and planted a football type kick into Jason's ribs. Jason grunted as his breath whooshed out. Robby was surprised that Jason continued to rise despite the kick. Robby glanced at the pool to see if Laura and his sister were out yet. The pool was empty so he turned his attention back to Jason. This close to his brother-in-law, Robby could smell his acrid body odor. Jason smelled like the speed-freak skinheads at school. Jason was high on methamphetamine. That meant big trouble for Robby. Jason's reflexes would be heightened, he would feel less pain, and he would not tire as easily. Robby hoped Jason had been high all night and was starting to run down. Jason was on his feet already and rubbing his side. His was breathing shallowly as if his ribs might be broken. "You fight like a girl, queer bait; I'm going to tear your fucking head off for that," Jason spat as he came back at Robby. The ribs were slowing him down some, thankfully, so Robby was able to avoid his rush this time and land a punch to his kidney on the side he had already kicked. Jason cursed and rounded on him again. This time Jason did not charge him blindly, he stalked him, trying to get Robby into the corner of the pool enclosure. Jason took a couple of swings that Robby blocked. The heavy punches hurt even though they were off his forearms and shoulder. Robby punched Jason a couple of times in the face, little flicking jabs that had to have hurt. Jason would stop, blink, and then move forward again keeping his big body between Robby and the door. Robby knew that he was in deep shit when his back hit the aluminum corner pole of the screen enclosure. Robby hit Jason with a couple of combinations then covered up when Jason's bulk pushed him into the corner. Jason hit him with some hard shots, not all of which Robbie could block. He was starting to sag to the ground when Jason screamed. Robby did drop to the ground then to get out of the way of two deputies and their tasers. The deputies backed away as the enraged Jason turned on them. The female deputy put away her taser and drew her nightstick. "On your knees, sir, and you won't get hurt," she said. "Fuck you, bitch," Jason said and lunged at her. In a well coordinated display of teamwork, her partner tased Jason in the side as she cracked him in the shins with her nightstick. Amazingly, Jason only dropped to one knee then staggered back up. A second pair of deputies arrived and the four of them were able to wrestle Jason down and hog-tie him. Jason had landed a few punches, including one to the nose of the female deputy. For the second time in two weeks, Jason broke a woman's nose. However, unlike Karen, this woman was not helpless and had friends with her. Jason took the ass whipping he richly deserved as they none too gently subdued him. The feisty female deputy with the bloody nose wore Jason's shins out with her nightstick. They must have looked as if they were hamburger, judging by the amount of blood seeping through Jason's pant leg. The officers had a debate about calling Jason an ambulance as Robby sat shakily at the picnic table. "He can suffer," said Deputy Melvin, then rephrased it as she wincingly wiped the blood off her nose, "Since this citizen does not appear to be in immediate need of emergency treatment, he can enjoy a ride to the hospital with us and get checked out while they fix my nose." By now, they were all in the house except Jason. The other deputies ended up taking Jason to the emergency room, obeying all traffic laws and speed limits, while Louise Davis administered first aid to Deputy Melvin with an ice pack. Melvin's partner interviewed Karen while Laura fussed over Robby. Robby was a bruised about the arms and shoulders, and had a small mouse under one eye from a glancing blow; otherwise, he was fine. Deputy Melvin was definitely not a wimp; she stoically stuck to her job until the interviews were completed. The deputies assured Karen that, this time, Jason was not getting out of jail so easily and then they departed for the hospital. Jason was facing a litany of charges, from breaking and entering, to multiple counts of assault on a law enforcement officer. Before it was all said and done, attempted murder and a major drug possession charge were added. Despite his parents' money and the slickest lawyers they could get to take the case, he received ten years in prison. After the deputies left, Robby was the center of attention as all three women tried to mother him at once. When Carl came home from the golf course, the women filled him in on what had happened. Carl walked outside with Robby and they sat on the patio table. Carl told his son how proud he was of him; by all accounts, his intervention probably saved his sister's life. Robby protested that he was just doing what Carl himself would have done then went back to Laura's to finish her lawn. Mowing complete, Robby put away his lawn equipment, checked on his sister, and then went back to Laura's to re-check her lawn. He was bone tired after the adrenaline wore off and was starting to get sore from Jason's punches. Laura ran him a hot bath then sat by the tub and bathed him. "I was so scared when that crazy bastard came out of the house. But I was even more scared for you when you started fighting with him. You are so brave, Robby; he was so big and mean, yet you went right after him." Robby laughed when she used a curse word, he had never heard her even say 'damn' since he had known her. The bath revived Robby -- and Laura's nearness and touch was making him erect. His hardening dick rose above the water as if it were a submarine's periscope. "So, how do you plan on rewarding your hero, ma'am?" he asked. Laura dried him off, took him to bed, and showed him how heroes were treated in these here parts. Laura was dripping wet by the time she mounted her true love. She insisted on him just lying there while she did all the work. She sighed in contentment as she settled onto his implacable impaler. Robby played with her breasts as she rode him to her first orgasm. He came with her when she reached her second. When she recovered from her strong climax, she licked off their juices from his cock and sucked him hard again. Laura reached across him and retrieved the KY warming gel from the nightstand. "A hero should get an extra special reward," she said as she liberally coated his shaft with the lubricant. Laura, an intelligent woman, had enjoyed anal sex from the first time they had tried it. By mutual consent, they saved it for special occasions. Well, today certainly qualified as that, she rationalized. It took a little effort to get him seated in her sexy ass with her on top, but the results were worth the effort. As she raised and lowered herself in a steady rhythm, Robby manipulated her clit. She again came twice before he pumped his seed into her. They showered off after their lovemaking and walked back to the Davis' house for supper. After supper, they watched a movie on HBO in the family room until Robby's eyelids started to droop. Midnight mass was definitely out for tonight -- but all agreed that they would try for the sunrise service in the morning. Robby walked Laura home again. Laura completely understood Karen's need to have her brother near her, especially after her traumatic day. Robbie kissed Laura good night and headed home. Karen was already showered and in the bed with the covers pulled up to her chin. Robby slid in next to her and she snuggled into his shoulder. "I knew you would protect me, Robby. I was scared but I just knew you would save me. When you burst out of the doorway all you needed was a white horse and shining armor. I've been doing a lot of thinking today, Robby -- and this time I'm not leaving you. I don't know what it's going to take or how we are going to make it work. I just know that I never want to be away from you again. When I saw you at the hospital on the day you were born I knew you were put on the Earth just for me." Karen had felt that way his entire life. When she went to college she had missed him terribly but had coped. She started thinking in college that she needed to have a life of her own that was not centered on her brother. When handsome football player Jason Oliver, after they had been dating a year, had asked her to marry him, she eagerly accepted. Karen had convinced herself she was in love with Jason; so, she doted on him as she had Robby. Jason, however, was not Robby. Jason was selfish, arrogant, and took her for granted. He liked having her at home, the ever-dutiful little wife, but he also did whatever he wanted regardless of her wishes. Almost as soon as they returned from their honeymoon, Jason started going out at least two nights a week. Karen had tried hard to make their marriage work. She let him have his rough way with her anytime he wanted. At his urging, she dressed sexily when his friends visited so he could show her off. But she would not suffer his drinking buddies' groping, as he wanted her to, and absolutely refused to include others in their sex life. Jason had belittled her for that and told her she was not a real woman. After a year of his steadily increasing abuse, she had had it and confronted him. That was when Jason exploded, beating and raping her on the kitchen floor. Karen snapped out of her reverie when Robby answered her. "That's great Kari, but there is Laura to consider. I love her and can't even think about being without her." "I know that, Baby; I won't interfere with the two of you -- but I am staying," she said with finality. Now it was Robby's turn to think. He loved Karen as much as he loved Laura. His sister had been the center of his universe for fifteen years. He was crushed when she married Jason but knew it had to be. He would not hold her back from having a normal live. He loved her enough to let her go. Now she was unexpectedly back in his life, for good this time, she said. That was more than fine with him, and their might be a way to make it work. After all, Laura was the recipient of all that Karen had taught him. Yes, Karen was the mystery woman that Laura wondered about. Robby remembered how it started as if it were only yesterday. ------- Chapter 5: Karen and Robby Summer 2001 When Robby reached puberty at the age of fourteen and started to really be interested in girls, it was only natural for him to seek advice from his sister. After all, Karen was twenty then, a pretty and popular coed at the University of Florida that the guys all drooled over. It had started innocently enough during summer vacation, she taught him how to act around girls and told him what they liked and disliked. Confident from Karen's instruction, Robby asked a girl out for the first time. The date went great until he walked her to her door and was at a loss as to what to do next. He wanted to kiss her and he thought she wanted that too. Trouble was that he did not know how to kiss other than the quick peck he ended up giving her. He came home and related the events of the evening to Karen, mortified at his lack of knowledge. Karen scooted over next to him on the couch when he finished his narrative. "So, I guess lesson number two will be 'how to make out with a girl'. Pretend that I'm the girl you took out tonight and show me how you would have liked to kiss her," she said. Robby looked at her as if she had sprouted horns. "I don't know if I can do that, Kari; you are my freaking sister." "Well, I'm also a girl if you haven't noticed; just close your eyes and pretend I'm the girl of your dreams," Karen said. "That won't be hard to do, because you are the girl of my dreams," he stammered. Karen smiled at that and put her arms around his neck. Robby closed his eyes just before her lips touched his. That one kiss was the high point of his life up to then. It was as if little electric currents were passing through him. When she drew back, he opened his eyes. Her beautiful smiling face and sparking green eyes filled his frame of vision. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked. Robby shook his head emphatically. "It was the most wonderful thing I've ever felt," he said. "Can we do it again?" "Sweet Baby, I've got a million kisses just for you and they only get better." Robby closed his eyes again as her lips started moving towards his. Sweet Baby was Karen's pet name for him - a name she only used when they were alone. He knew it was not very macho but he knew it was exactly how she felt about him. She told him once that she gave him that title his first day home from the hospital. She did not care how old, or big he got; he would always be her Sweet Baby. This time her lips pressed more firmly against his and her little tongue worked itself between his lips. The feeling of his sister's tongue in his mouth was so intense Robby almost passed out. His dick was painfully hard, straining a bulge in his Levis. Karen broke the kiss and half reclined against the arm of the couch. "Your turn, Robby," she said, slightly breathless. "Show me what you learned." Robby leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against her. He mimicked her kiss but put all the feelings he had for her in it. When he slipped his tongue into her sweet-tasting mouth, Karen moaned softly and entwined her fingers in his hair to seal her mouth tighter to his. She liked it! Robby was on cloud nine knowing he was bringing his sister pleasure. Karen fell back further on the couch and Robby followed her, never breaking their kiss. He was half laying on her now, their denim-covered crotches pressed together. Suddenly, to his horror, Robby cock started throbbing and he emptied his balls into his jockeys. When Karen felt him throbbing, she hunched her hips up and came herself. Robby sat up quickly, his face beet red. "I'm so sorry, Kari; I couldn't stop myself. Please don't think I'm a pervert or anything," he said, his voice filled with anguish. Karen sat up and hugged him tightly. "If you're one, so am I," she said. "Because the same thing happened to me. I must be a fantastic teacher because that was the best kiss I've ever had." On his next date with Amy Nelson, a girl in his class who lived a block away, he was ready. Robby's mom dropped them off at the multi-plex and, following Karen's advice, he bought them tickets to Sleepless in Seattle. Robby found them seats in an empty row at the very back of the theater. They sat holding hands until the movie got romantic. When Robby saw Amy's eyes become moist, he put his arm protectively around her and she laid her head on his shoulder. During a lull in the movie, Amy turned her head towards him; he took it as a sign and pressed his lips to hers. Robby was stunned when Amy immediately opened her mouth and started French kissing him. Amy, at fourteen, was a year older than Robbie, and, judging by the way she kissed, more than a year ahead of him in experience. After a couple of minutes of tonsil hockey, Robby reluctantly came up for air. Amy looked at him dreamily. "Wow, Rob; you can really kiss," she panted. "You inspire me," he replied. By the end of the movie, Amy was squirming in her seat and clinching her thighs. He knew she would be amendable to him trying something else but Robby did not exactly know what that something might be. Better to stick with what he knew until he could ask Karen about it. This night, when Robby's mom dropped them at Amy's house, Robby did not hesitate to pull her to him for a passionate kiss. "Oh God, Robby, you make my knees weak. I love the way you kiss me and, like, that you aren't all grabby. When can we go out again?" Robby told her that he would call her and that they would go out as soon as he made some money mowing yards. They kissed again before he sprinted the block to his house. His parents and Karen were watching television when he got home. When asked, he told his folks that the date had been fun, even though Amy had cried most of the last half of the movie. Then Robby grinned and winked at Karen. "Dad, you should take Mom to see it, she would love it," Robby said. "Yeah, Daddy, you two could have a nice romantic evening out," Karen chimed in. Carl Davis harrumphed but did say it would be nice to take his best girl to the theater; it was something they had not done in a while. The elder Davis couple soon went up to bed leaving Robby and Karen watching television in the family room. Karen got up and turned off the overhead light, then sat back down next to Robby. "So how did it really go? Was it better than last time?" Karen asked. "Much better, sis, thanks to you. Amy said that I was a good kisser; we made out some at the movie and when I took her home." Karen snuggled up under his arm just as Amy had. "Show me," she said excitedly. "Practice makes perfect." Robby did not need any more encouragement; he kissed her as he had kissed Amy. Robby loved how his sister felt in his arms. Karen was much smaller than Amy who was a healthy and well-developed five six, yet she seemed to fit much better against him. After a kiss that left them both a little breathless, Robby told Karen that he thought Amy wanted him to do more. "She was breathing hard the way you are now and she looked at me as if she expected something -- but I wasn't sure what, and did not want to ruin the evening for her," Robby said. "You are so sweet to think that way, Robby. Being so thoughtful and considerate of a girl's feelings is going to help you get lucky a lot more in the long run. Most girls like to be touched but don't want to be pawed. Let me show you." Karen turned in his arms and kissed him. As they kissed, she put her hand on his chest over his left pectoral muscle and squeezed hard. Robby yelped as her nails dug into his chest and grabbed her hand. Karen grinned at him. "That's pawing, doesn't feel good, does it?" Robby agreed that it did not and she started kissing him again. This time her hand on his chest was gentle and moved about softly and slowly. Even though he was not a girl, it still felt good. Karen broke the kiss and again flashed him a smile. God, he loved it when she smiled. "Wasn't that better? Now you try it," she said. Robby gulped and nodded. When she molded herself into his arms Robby gently touched her chest. He cupped her bra-encased breast through her blouse and squeezed it gently. Karen mewed her approval into his mouth. Emboldened by her seeming enjoyment, he flicked open the top button of her blouse and caressed the skin spilling over the top of her lacy bra. When Karen cooed again he undid the next button. Robby was as close to heaven as he had ever been as he slipped his hand into her shirt and recaptured her breast. Boy, did his sister have nice ones. Robby knew she was stacked; even if he had not been checking her out himself, all his friends had confirmed it for him. Robby reluctantly broke their liplock but could not bring himself to relinquish her breast. "Was that ok, Kari?" "Oh Jesus, yes, it feels wonderful. Are you sure you haven't done this before?" "Never," he confirmed, "I just think about how much I love you, and how I want to make you feel good, and try to put that in my touch." "Well, you are definitely getting your point across. Keep going and I'll stop you when you start going too far. Just do what you think I'd like, but stop when I tell you. Every girl has a different limit as to what she feels comfortable with you doing. Don't force your way past that. It's okay to try more, that's seduction. It's not okay to force more, that's molesting." Robby nodded his understanding. Robby was not clueless about sex, at least not in theory. He had read about it and learned what worked how on a woman's body. He was lacking in the practical application of that knowledge. That the sweetest, most beautiful girl in the universe was providing him that practice amazed and awed him. Robby was also happy that he hadn't shoot off in his pants again. He was excited enough to explode but willed down his ardor so he could continue to enjoy Karen's tutoring. Seduction, she had said. Well he could not think of a woman on the planet he would rather seduce than her. Robby reapplied himself to his kissing and touching. What else felt good to her, he wondered. Robby trailed his lips down to her neck, planting little moist kisses along her jawline as he slipped opened the rest of the buttons on her blouse. Robby pulled her blouse open and took in the marvelous sight of her nearly naked torso. Sure, he had seen more of her skin a thousand times in her bikini or when she walked around him casually in her underwear. This time, though, it was different, this time he was unwrapping her charms as if it were Christmas morning. Karen was wearing a pretty white lace bra; her nipples, hard as pebbles, were tantalizingly almost visible through it. Robby slipped the straps of the bra off her shoulders and trailed more kisses from one shoulder across her chest to the other. He glanced at her face to make sure she was still all right with this. She looked back at him with awe and passion. "Don't stop, Sweet baby; you are making me feel so good I could cry," she murmured. Robby had no intention of stopping if she did not want him to -- but wondered, for a second, why, if it felt good to her, would she want to cry. Just another woman mystery, he guessed. With her bra straps pulled down, Robby was able to fold down the top portion of the bra's cups to reach some additional tender sweet skin. He was able to lick and kiss the upper swells of her breasts down to the tops of her areole. Robby took a breath and decided that he would try to get her bra off. Even if she stopped him, he already had had the greatest experience of his young life. Robby reached his hand under the back of her blouse feeling for the catch. He fumbled with it for a few seconds but could not get it undone. Karen giggled as he fumbled. "Hold on, sausage fingers, and I'll show you how to do that with one hand. If you master that trick you will way ahead of most guys twice your age." Karen took his hand then showed and explained how the hooks and eyes worked. Cripes, it was complicated doing it by touch alone; Velcro would be a better system. Satisfied he understood, Karen released his hand and wrapped her arms around his neck so they could kiss. It took Robby only two tries before her bra parted in the back. Robby continued kissing her, not rushing to get at her mounds. He wanted to make sure she had not cooled down too much while explaining things to him. Robby finally slipped his hands under her bra and got his first feel of her firm flesh. It was worth the wait, hell, it was worth anything she could have asked him to do. When his exploring fingers touched her nipple Karen rewarded him with another moan into his mouth. She pulled her lips from his and looked into his eyes. "Every woman is different in the way they like to have theirs treated, sweetie. Some like it soft and gentle, others like it harder. I like both." She took his hand and placed his thumb and index finger at the base of her hard pink nubbins. Robby watch in fascination as she squeezed his fingers in hers. When he picked up how much pressure to apply, she dropped her hands. "That's perfect, Baby; you are a fast learner." Robby took advantage of the break in the action to lower her on her back on the couch. He knelt above her and kissed his way from her lips to her nips. He tried different things with his lips and tongue until he hit on the combination that made her gasp and arch her back to get her breast up tighter to his mouth. He wondered how far he dared go with her and decided to push the envelope until she stopped him. He was having so much fun worshipping her body that he could almost forget the heavy, almost painful feeling in his balls and his oak-hard dick. Robby put his left hand on her knee and stoked upward on the inside of her thigh. Karen 'ooohhhed' and spread her legs to make room for his hand. Robbie reached the leg band of her tight little cotton shorts. He trailed his hand up and touched her mound. Karen bumped her hips up towards his hand so he pressed and rubbed her crotch through her panties. He could feel the moist heat radiating from her core so he decided to go further. Robby decided that he was as bold as he was because Karen would never make fun of him or ridicule his fumbling. She in turn knew that he would never, ever do anything to hurt her. Robby reached up and started to unfasten her shorts. Karen caught his hands and stopped him for the first time. She pushed his hand back over her puffy mound and covering his hand with hers showed him how to rub her. Robby did as she wanted, plus, he started working on her breasts with his mouth again. In fewer than three minutes, Karen's hips started bucking like crazy. She pulled his head up so they could kiss as she whined her release into his mouth. A sharp, but not unpleasant smell permeated the room as she released him and sighed. Robby looked down to see why his hand was wet and noticed a big stain on the front of her white shorts. She had either come a gusher or peed in her pants, Robby thought. Karen sat up and Robby helped her refasten her bra and straighten out her blouse. Karen got up and kissed him. Then went to the bath to get the air freshener. They giggled like little kids as she masked the odor of their tryst. Jake walked her to her room and kissed her at the door. "That was as hard as anyone has ever made me come and I know I left you hanging Sweetie," she whispered, "but that's too big a step for me. Maybe I can help though, wait here for a minute." She went into her room and quietly closed the door. A couple of minutes later she reappeared in a long t-shirt nightie. She reached under the shirt and wiggled out of her panties. She pressed the damp, wispy piece of pink satin into his hand. "Take these, enjoy the aroma, and think of me while you get off," she whispered. Then she slipped back into her room. Robby's embarrassment that she knew he was going to beat off disappeared when she looked at him coyly over her shoulder and flipped up the back of her nightshirt. They image of her beautiful little ass was burned into his memory as he stumbled to his room clutching his prize. The next day, all Robby could think about was his sister. He was nervous when he came down for breakfast. He was worried that she would feel badly about what they had done. Karen dispelled his fears by flashing him grin and a wink. Karen was dressed in another little short set today, this one teal terrycloth. Robby sat down beside her at his normal seat at the table in the breakfast nook while their mom finished making French toast. Robby was ravenously hungry and wolfed down a half dozen pieces of toast and an equal amount of bacon. Karen kept grinning at him as they ate. "You must have worked up an appetite last night, baby brother," she teased. He blushed scarlet and turned his attention back to his plate. Louise came to his rescue telling Karen to not tease him; he was just a growing boy. "I'll say," Karen retorted with another giggle. Louise shook her head in bewilderment. Her children seemed to speak in their own code around her and Carl. Well better that they act like two mischievous kids than always being at each other's throats, as it seemed all her friend's children were. Karen went to the mall and dragged Robby with her. He wanted to protest until she said she needed to get some new undies because hers were starting to disappear. They talked in the car on the way to the mall. Robby told her that he did not want to date other girls; he wanted to date her. She took his hand and told him that she was starting to feel the same way but it just could not happen that way. They had to date other people and try to live normally; she could see that future for the two of them. Robby understood what she said and knew that she was right, of course. Still, it made him sad to think that they could not be together. Karen saw his dejected look and wheeled into a bank parking lot. She parked the car and turned off the radio. "Listen to me, Robert Jefferson Davis, I love you with all my heart, I always have and always will. Just because we can't have a public relationship as a couple doesn't change that. I will be there for you and I know you'll be there for me. You have to learn how to be with girls your own age that don't think you fell from heaven as I do. I'm going to help you with that. Got it?" Robby grinned sheepishly; Karen was as smart as she was pretty. "Yeah, I get it. Sorry for acting like a second grader. Boy, you sure are making it tough on those other women, though. You are going to be a tough act for them to follow." "Ditto, Sweet Baby," she said, returning his grin. Robby called Amy on Wednesday and asked her over for supper and movies at his house Friday. He told her his parents would be out of town for the night but his sister would be there to chaperone. Amy talked to her mom while Robby held the line, then Amy's mom talked to his mom to make sure that everything was on the up and up. Amy received permission after Karen promised to keep things under control. Friday evening, at exactly seven, Amy showed up at the door and so did her mother. Mrs. Nelson was just being a concerned parent by checking out Robby's story. He could not fault her for that. Karen had insisted that Robby dress as if he were taking Amy some place. Karen, herself, had on a nice print dress. You could smell the spaghetti sauce as soon as you walked through the door and the Blockbuster DVD's were sitting on the coffee table. Karen graciously invited Amy and her mom in and asked Mrs. Nelson if she would like to stay for supper. Mrs. Nelson declined the invitation and went home satisfied that her daughter was safe for the evening. Amy looked very nice in a semi-short skirt and knit top. Her dirty blonde hair was swept behind her ears with barrettes. Amy was quiet around Karen at first but soon loosened up as Robby's sister made her feel comfortable. After dinner, Robby cleared the table and started loading the dishwasher. It was his week on kitchen police, not his favorite chore but he could handle it. "Come on Amy, I'll show you cute baby pictures of your date while we wait for him to finish the kitchen," Karen said. Robby protested loud and long to no avail. The two girls headed towards Karen's room giggling at Robby's sputtered protests. Amy thought the pictures were great. Karen was right; he was the cutest baby. Amy noticed the way Karen fondly touched the pictures as she related how much she had always loved her brother. Amy sure did not feel that way about Brian, her ten year old brat of a brother. When they went back to the kitchen Robby was just finishing up. "I loved looking at your baby pictures, Rob; especially the ones showing your naked little butt," Amy teased. Robby blushed down to the roots of his hair. Karen never tired of showing people those pictures. Robby was going to take some naked pictures of her one day, just to get even. For her part, Amy liked Robby even more for knowing something intimate about him. Robby kept a tactfully silence as they walked into the family room. Robby plugged the Fast and the Furious DVD into the player, turned off the family room lights, and sat by Amy on the couch. Karen sat with them until nine then went to her room to make a few phone calls. "Rob, your sister is really way cool. She told me she would leave us alone if I wanted her to," Amy said as she leaned against his side. Robby nodded his agreement, "So you wanted to be alone with me, huh. What do you have in mind?" "This," Amy said, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and plastered her lips to his. Amy had no trouble with shyness and was nothing if not advanced for her age. Robby wondered again how she had become so experienced as careful as her mother was with her. When they came up for air, Robby asked her about that. "Mom doesn't mind about what I do with boys so much as she is concerned about drugs, smoking, and drinking. She trusts me but she still checks things out for herself. I developed early; I had my first period at twelve. Mom sat me down and told me the facts of life. My mother is as cool as your sister about most things. We have been close since she divorced my dad. She told me that sex was something that was my decision, but not to rush into it. By the way, you are the first guy I have dated that she thinks is hot." Amy's mom was pretty hot herself; she was a big tall blonde with an hour-glass figure. Robby wasn't about to share his thoughts about her mother with Amy so he kissed her instead. Amy must have been okay with the kiss because her hot little tongue was in his mouth in a nanosecond. They made out for a few minutes until Amy started her panting and wiggling act. Once he knew the signs, her arousal was patently obvious. Robby slid his hand around from her back and gently cupped her breast. Amy tightened her grip around his neck and purred into his mouth. Amy's breast was substantial and very firm. She either had on the mother of all bras or she was concealing a very nice rack in the loose tops she favored. Amy's obvious pleasure with his touch spurred Robby to try something new. He slid his hand down then up under her top and cupped her breast, his finger tips stroking the silky skin overflowing her cups. Robby thought he had blown it when she stopped kissing him and pushed him away. She looked quickly towards Karen's room and then hoisted her top over her head. Robby's eyes bulged out when she reached behind her and deftly unfastened her own bra. She tossed the bra on top of her shirt on the coffee table. Robby looked at her for a minute before taking her back into his arms. Her breasts bounced a little and swayed some when she shed her bra but then settled into firm grapefruits jutting from her ribcage. He reached for her but she stopped him. "Now you," she said, "I want to see you without your shirt, too." Robby shrugged and pulled off his shirt. He did not figure she would faint from the image of his hairless, just starting to develop, torso. Amy smiled and ran her hand across his chest. "In a few years you are going to be a major hunk, just like mama said. I hope we are still friends then," she said. Robby decided then and there that he was going to be much nicer to Mrs. Nelson in the future. "You are already a major babe. I never knew you had such a great body," he told her. "I keep them covered up a lot because I'm very selective in who I show them to. Boys treat me different when I flaunt them, they think I'm some stupid bimbo. You can't imagine how hard I have to work to keep my figure. Mom says it something that I'll spend my life doing same as her. We are from a family of big women just the opposite of your mother and sister." Robby nodded and reached out to trace his finger tip around her nipples. Amy's eyes closed as she sighed her pleasure. She grabbed his hands again and fell back onto the couch pulling him with her. Robby got as far with Amy as he had with his sister. He touched her pussy over her panties and brought her off that way. Unlike Karen, she returned the favor, rubbing his hard dick through his pants until he came. Robby helped her re-dress and hurried to his room to change his jockeys and put on a fresh pair of jeans. They sat on the couch kissing and cuddling. "Wow that was nice, Rob. I can't believe we went that far. I'm going to have to talk to mom about this. You make it hard for me to stop. I wouldn't have said a word if you pulled my panties off; I was so hot. You act all innocent then have me almost naked; that's something high school guys haven't even accomplished." "It was very nice, Amy and it's as far as I've ever gone also. We need to maybe cool it before we do something that gets us in trouble." She gave him an odd look when he said that then pinched him. Robby jerked his arm back with an "ouch". "Sorry," she giggled, "I was just making sure you were real. Most guys would be thinking about what I said about my panties -- not about going slower." Karen came in at ten and watched television with them until Mrs. Nelson came for Amy. Amy told her mother what a good time she had then hugged Robby and Karen. Robby surprised the crap out of Mrs. Nelson by kissing her hand and saying he now knew where Amy got her good looks. "Thanks, Rob; you are too sweet, and my name is Vanessa," she said. Then Vanessa hugged him and kissed his cheek. She had to bend slightly to kiss him. Robby guessed she was at least five-ten even in tennis shoes. "Your parents must be saints to have raised a boy with such good manners," Vanessa told Karen. "Amen," Karen said cracking them all up. Karen and Robby went back into the family room and sat on the couch together. Karen turned down the television and asked how his evening went. Robby started to tell her but she put her fingers over his lips. "Show me while you tell me, Sweet Baby," she said softly. Robby did. Karen was now dressed similar to how Amy had been and was soon on her back, bare to the waist, with his hand under her skirt. Karen's breasts were not as substantial as Amy's but looked large on her slender frame. Robby remembered what Amy had said and started pulling Karen's panties off. Today's pair was powder blue and not much bigger than a thong. Karen regarded him for a moment then raised her hips. Karen took his hand and gave him a guided tour of her small, neatly trimmed mound. Robby was mesmerized by the sight and feel of her, and intoxicated by her scent. Unable to restrain himself he dropped his head between her thighs and licked up the dewy drops of moisture that coated her outer lips. Karen let out a gasp and grabbed the back of his head when his tongue slithered through her outer lips. Robby tried to remember everything he had read in his friend Mike's Penthouse Letters collection about oral sex. Karen helped in his exploration by moving his head to where she wanted his lips, and by telling him what felt good to her. Robby licked and nibbled her through two orgasms before she stopped him. He would have stayed between her legs all night if she had not become too sensitive for him to continue. "Oh Jesus, Robert, that was amazing. No one has ever done me that well," she said breathlessly. She sat up and shook pushed him backwards. "Now it's my turn," she said tugging at his zipper. Robby helped her get his jeans and jockeys off then almost passed out when her lips wrapped around his pole. It took fewer than two minutes before he erupted into her mouth. It was a prodigious load but Karen determinedly swallowed it all. When she had him thoroughly drained, she sat back and daintily wiped her lips. "You are the first guy I have ever let come in my mouth; you taste good. And I love your dick, it's already good-sized. You are going to be a major stud in a few years," she said prophetically. They gathered up their clothes and straightened up the family room. Robby loved watching his sister prance around naked for him. She broke out the air freshener again and broke out giggling when she turned over the sofa cushion to hide the huge wet spot she had made. They slept naked together in his bed that night holding each outer tightly. The next morning she took his virginity, a process that took all of two minutes. They stayed naked and in bed for the majority of the remainder of the weekend. Robby got better with practice and was able to give Karen her first orgasm from straight intercourse that afternoon. They showered and ate supper then headed back to bed, Karen as insatiable as he was. The siblings slept together again Saturday night waking up twice to make languid love. They finally called a halt at noon Sunday. They thoroughly cleaned the house, changed and washed Robby's crusty sheets, and were innocently swimming in the pool when their parents came home. The next six weeks were like heaven for Robby. He and Amy hung out and dated. They advance to oral sex but, by mutual consent, preserved Amy's virginity. They agreed that they were meant to be friends rather than a couple and remained buddies right through high school. Robby also became very chummy with Amy's mom Vanessa. Vanessa Nelson was the sexiest older woman he had ever met and she delighted in teasing him. One day Vanessa called him and asked him to come over to talk while Amy was at her father's for the week. Robby's eyes almost popped out when Vanessa answered the door wearing a silk robe that clung to her lush body as if it were sprayed on and tall stiletto heeled black shoes. She was at least braless under the robe because her nipples pushed the silk out at least a half inch. Vanessa sat him on the couch in their formal living room and stood towering in front of him. "Rob, I appreciate and admire how you have treated my daughter. Any other guy who gets her as excited as you do would have popped her cherry without a second thought. I also think you are a very sexy young man and, if you were a little older, I'd take you to bed in a New York minute just the way you want me to. But you are not older and I'm not going to take advantage of you. Here is what I am going to do, however. I'm going to give you the afternoon to do whatever you want with me short of intercourse and when you are fifteen and the age of consent, I'm going to give you everything else if you still want it. Is it a deal?" Robbie nodded dumbly, his mouth too dry to speak. "Great," she said, "come with me." She led him to her very feminine bedroom and had him sit on the bed. She took a couple of steps back and shrugged out of her robe. Man, did she look good. She was lushly upholstered and lightly tanned all over. Some men might think she was a few pounds too heavy but to Robby she was a Rubinesque goddess. He jumped up and fumbled out of his clothes as she gracefully lay on the bed. Vanessa was pleasantly surprised when, instead of mauling her, he kissed and stroked her -- slowly building up her passion. No wonder her daughter could not keep her panties on around him she thought. She had yet to meet even a grown man who played her body so well. Robby kissed his way across and down her acres of silky unblemished skin until he reached the neatly trimmed triangular blond tuft of hair that pointed to her glistening sex. Then he skipped down to her feet and started working his way back up. This was Karen's favorite game and Robby had gotten good at it. When he finally settled between her thighs they were slick with her sweetly aromatic nectar. Robby worked a finger into her hotly clasping vagina and searched for her g-spot while he worried her clit with his tongue. He spent a full fifteen minutes bringing her almost to a climax then backing off. She was whining with frustration when he relented and lashed her clit until she exploded. Vanessa clawed the bed and whipped her head back and forth as she screamed out her release. Robby crawled up her body and poised his steel hard shaft at her slick entrance. "Too bad we made a deal, Vanessa, I'll bet that we would really be good together," he said. Vanessa mewed and pulled her knees back to facilitate his entry. She did not care if a swat team was outside the bedroom, she wanted him in her now. She bumped her hips up trying to capture his staff but Robby pulled back and dropped head first into her groin again. He spent another half hour between her splayed thighs, bring her from one gut wrenching orgasm to another. Finally, she could take no more and weakly pushed his head away. She watched trance like as he knelt between her thighs again fisting his shaft. She cried out in joy when he spurted thick ropes of gooey cum all over her face and breasts. Robby wiped the last glob of jism off the end of his dick and held his finger to her lips. She eagerly licked his finger clean and sucked it into her mouth. Robby got off the bed and went to her bathroom. He ran warm water on a hand towel, re-entered the bedroom, and cleaned up his mess. Then he pulled the coverlet at the foot of the bed over her, kissed her gently, and went home. Yes, Karen had made a man out of him that summer. She turned him into a discreet, confident, and competent lover. He was madly in love with his sister but stuck to their bargain and spread it around. Karen dated also but when they had the chance the siblings made sweet love with each other. They continued their sexual relationship right up until she became engaged to Jason a year later. Karen loved for him to tell her about his exploits and continued to help him hone his seduction skills. When he turned fifteen, Vanessa Nelson proudly took over as his tutor. Vanessa was a skillful and enthusiastic lover with years of experience. What Karen had not taught him Vanessa did. Robby and Vanessa's clandestine but torrid affair lasted for more than a year until Mr. Right showed up and swept her off her feet. By then, Vanessa had introduced him to some of her female friends in the neighborhood. Robby started mowing lawns for them and ended up sleeping with more than a few of them. His attention to detail and thoroughness kept his lawn service thriving. His discretion and skill did the same for his love life. Robby turned seventeen in November of his senior year in high school. He grew three inches between fifteen and seventeen and gained twenty-five pounds. He was a hot commodity on the dating market but did not have a steady girl friend. It was during this time that he fell for Laura Miller. He talked to Karen on the phone about his feelings and she encouraged him to go for it. The rest, as they say, was history. ------- Chapter 6 Robby woke up the morning after the melee with Karen's husband stiff and sore. He reckoned the only part of him that was not sore was nestled between the panty-clad butt-cheeks of Karen, as he lay spooned against her back. His dick was not sore, but it was as stiff as a crowbar. Unlike the previous morning he did not pull away from her and leap from the bed. Instead, he pulled her tighter against him and nuzzled her neck. Karen gave a little sigh of contentment and wiggled back against him, she was trying to get every inch of her available skin in contact with his. "Waking up in your arms is heaven, Robby," she said. "This is where I'm supposed to be." Robby had no counter argument for that so he just held her. Karen wanted to clench her hard little butt cheeks around his shaft as it lay in her crack and pull his hands up to her breasts, but she held still instead. She was determined to honor his commitment that they not do anything sexual until Karen and Laura talked. Karen had reservations about broaching the subject with Laura, yet she was determined to stay with Robby regardless of what it took. "Poor Robby," she thought, "he's really caught in the middle." Karen resolved to talk to Laura as soon as possible to rectify the situation. Karen did talk to Laura but the conversation did not go as Karen had originally intended. Karen could not think of a way to broach the subject so instead, she asked about job prospects at Laura's bank. Laura wrangled Karen an interview and the bank snapped her up to spearhead an automation upgrade. Right after Karen was hired, Laura was promoted to a position as corporate training officer and moved to an office near Karen's, at the downtown headquarters of the bank. Laura and Karen were becoming good friends. When Karen decided to move out of her parent's home, Laura offered to rent her a room at her house. Robby waited three weeks for his sister to have her talk with Laura. When it didn't happen, he decided to take care of it himself. It was a Friday night, so he was staying over at Laura's. The three of them watched television until eleven. When Karen said she was going to bed, Robby and Laura did the same. It was while in Laura's king sized bed, after fifteen minutes of foreplay, that Robby started working his plan as he lightly rubbed her clit. "Honey, do you remember that I said I'd tell you one day who taught me about making love, so you could thank them?" Laura's voice was dreamy with building arousal when she answered. "Umm, hmmm..." she cooed. Robby smiled and ran his finger down to gather more of her copious moisture. "And what if I told you that we could maybe have that person join us in the same way Jenna did, only permanently?" Laura opened her eyes at that. As aroused as she was, he had her undivided attention. Jenna had helped Laura understand her bisexuality. Laura knew she'd never put anyone before what she enjoyed with Robby... still, the memory of Jenna's delightful submissive streak made her hot. "Who are we talking about, Baby? They would have to be someone I could be friends with too." Robby took a breath. He had a few reasons why he thought this might work. One reason was the friendship thing, another was the way Laura sometimes looked at Karen, and the third was that Karen had fooled around with a couple of girls in college. "Suppose that person was already your friend?" Robby asked. Laura crinkled her forehead as she frowned in thought. Suddenly her eyebrows arched up and her mouth dropped open. "Karen!" she squeaked. Robby nodded. "Karen was my first and she taught me how to please a woman, so it's her you have to thank. Karen wants that again but she wont do anything because of what you and I have. I think that she would fit into what we have perfectly. She had experiences in college similar to Jenna, and if I'm not mistaken, you find her attractive. Does the idea appeal to you?" Laura blushed when she realized that Robby knew she had been checking out his sister's hot little body and jerked her head up and down in embarrassed agreement. "So what do we do?" she asked. By then, Robby was hovering over her, the head of his iron hard phallus at the very wet entrance to her depths. "We seduce her together so she'll know it's what we both want," he replied as he drove forcefully into her. Laura was as stimulated from the conversation as she was the foreplay; she started spasming as soon as he hit bottom. Laura wasn't the only one wound up from the conversation as Robby drilled her long, deep and continuous. When they were both sated and exhausted, they lay besides each other and made their seduction plan. The following day was Saturday, so that night, Robby would take both women to dinner. They would dress up and maybe do a little dancing. Then when they returned home... ------- Saturday morning, Robby started typing up his English Lit term paper. There were only three weeks of school left, one week of regular classes, a week of review and one week of exams. The paper he was working on was due Wednesday but he was turning it in Monday to get the two point bonus Jenna Billings gave for submitting early. Jenna usually had five or six takers on the early submissions, which made five or six papers she could grade early and get out of the way. Thinking about Jenna reminded Robby that he had yet to meet the new fella she had been raving about. Robby tracked down Laura and asked her to invite Jenna, her beau and his daughter over for Sunday dinner. Robby finished his paper and did a few chores around both Laura and his parents' house. He finished up at about five. He stayed at his parents' house to get ready for the evening, allowing the women to monopolize the facilities at Laura's. He was trying his hardest not to get over excited about the coming evening but that was an impossible task. His thoughts weren't just prurient; he loved both Laura and Karen desperately. He knew they loved him also, so all that was left was to see if they could love each other. Robby showered, shaved and changed into slacks and a nice shirt. He grabbed a sports coat out of his closet and stuck a tie that Karen had given him in the pocket of the coat. He was at Laura's sitting on the couch watching television by six. It was six-thirty when the women finally made their appearance. One look at them made Robby's wait worth it. They had obviously conspired on their choice of attire, as both were dressed similarly. They had opted for a younger, hipper look. Laura was wearing an above the knees burgundy skirt with a creamy silk camisole top. Karen's white skirt was a little shorter and she was wearing a burgundy top. Both were wearing heels, Laura's a little taller that Karen's, emphasizing the difference in their heights. Laura towered six inches over Karen. Robby thought it way cool the way they matched without trying to look like twins. Supper at the Olive Garden was great. They sat and chatted as they dawdled over their food. They had a lot to talk about. One of the topics was Robby's plan for after high school. Both women were very interested in what he was going to do. He had accepted a baseball grant in aid from the University of Central Florida. The grant paid his tuition, books and fees. Since he lived only six miles from the campus, he turned down room and board. Much of the talk was centered on what field of study he was going to pursue. Robby wasn't sure what he wanted to do so he was holding off declaring a major. Neither of the women made any suggestions, they just listened. They both knew that Robby was intelligent and level headed enough to figure it out on his own. The women talked some about work. Laura's career was flourishing and Karen was proving herself invaluable in the IT department. Both seemed to have rosy futures at Second First National Bank and Trust. One thing that Robby noticed and appreciated was that all the talks included the three of them being together for the foreseeable future. Karen didn't talk of finding a place of her own and Laura was inclusive of Karen about everything. From the Olive Garden they went to the country nightclub where Robby had filled in for the fiddle player. Robby thought by going to a place where he was known, he'd catch less flack about his age. It worked out even better than Robby could have wished as the band members recognized him and insisted that Robby and his ladies sit at their tables. It was a fun night. The three of them danced the fast songs together and Robby alternated dancing with them to slow ones. He danced with Karen the same intimate way he danced with Laura. Karen was hesitant at first, but after a couple of beers she was all for it. Robby even sat in with the band for a few songs. He was an excellent fiddler because of his classical training. Of course, having Laura and Karen cheering him on made him even better. Robby had what he thought was an adequate voice and he was a natural mimic, so when asked, he did a song he thought he covered fairly well. He sang Ricky Nelson's 'Dream Lover' to Laura and Karen. When he sat down at the table between the girls after the song, both leaned over and kissed his cheek before heading for the bathroom. They were gone at least ten minutes and Karen looked a little flushed when they returned. Without sitting down, Laura leaned over and whispered in his ear. "It time to go home." Robby looked at his watch, it was only ten-thirty. "Is something wrong?" he asked, concerned Karen might be ill. "No, Baby, something is very right," she said cryptically. Robby stood up and, with a beautiful woman on each arm walked out of the club. When Robby opened the passenger door of his pickup truck and Laura put Karen in the middle, he knew something was up. Karen was subdued and quiet but there was a look in her eyes that Robby recognized from the times she had acted as his sexual mentor. As soon as he slid behind the wheel he impulsively turned Karen's head towards him and kissed her firmly on the lips. It was not a brotherly kiss. Robby broke the kiss after a few seconds and leaned back. "I had fun tonight, thank you," he said to his sister. Karen nodded and glanced towards Laura to see if the kiss had angered her. As soon as she turned her head, Laura reached up, grabbed the back of her head and gave her a kiss that made Robby's look chaste. When she let Karen go the smaller girls eyes were almost crossed. It was the second time Laura had given her one of those kisses; the first time had been while they were in the bathroom. "I had fun too," Laura said. "And the night's still young. We can dance and drink at the house and not worry about being on the road when the drunks drive home." Karen was in a daze as Robby started up his truck and backed out of the parking spot. Once he had the truck pointed straight and in drive, he dropped his hand off the gearshift and onto Karen's knee. Laura saw his hand fall and placed her hand on the knee closest to her. Karen could not believe how good and different the hands on her thighs felt. Robby's touch was firm but still gentle while Laura's fingertips felt as if smooth feathers were being dragged across her skin. When Robby pulled her leg towards him slightly she relaxed and let her legs fall open. The trip took home took twenty torturous minutes all during which her brother and Laura gently stroked her sensitive inner thighs. They came tantalizingly close, but neither of them touched her where she really wanted to be touched. Karen was about to grab one of their hands and put it where it needed to be when Robby pulled into Laura's driveway. Karen almost moaned in frustration as both hand slid out from under her rucked up skirt and the doors to the truck flung open. Karen's frustration continued as they entered the house. Robby headed for the bathroom and Laura went into the kitchen to open a bottle of wine. "Karen, pick out some music we can slow dance to," Laura called from the kitchen. Karen went over to the entertainment center in the family room and sorted through Laura's large collection of CDs. She found one from some company that made compilations of old music called "Making Out in the 60s" and another of country love songs. She popped both CDs into the five-disk changer. She found a couple of other disks that looked promising and crammed them into the machine too. She was just finishing when Laura walked in with a chilled bottle of Asti-Spumante and three glasses. Laura sat the bottle and glasses on the coffee table, and twisted the dimmer dial until the room was romantically lit. She sat down next to Karen and poured some bubbly in the glasses. Robby walked into the room and sat down on the couch on the other side of Karen. He picked up his flute and held it aloft. "Here's to us. There is not another person in the world I'd want with me as long as I have you two." The women raise their glasses and clinked them to his. "I second that," Laura said. Karen chimed in her "me too" and they all took a drink. Laura sat her glass down, stood up, took Karen's hand and pulled her up too. "Start the music Robby, I want to dance," Laura said. Robby picked up the remote for Laura's stereo and started the first disk. Karen was beyond questioning slow dancing with another women, she'd had just enough to drink to not be embarrassed, and was aroused enough to be a willing participant. When Laura put her hands on her hips, Karen wrapped her arms around Laura's neck and snuggled up. Laura smiled as Karen snuggled close. Karen was short enough that she could rest her head on Laura's shoulder as they danced. Laura remembered the first time she'd danced with Jenna and the things Jenna had done. She smiled again as she let her hands slide down onto Karen's small hard butt. Karen was acutely aware of her brother's lover as the larger woman's hands dropped down onto her ass. She didn't protest, it felt too good to her to even consider making Laura stop. Instead she turned her head slightly sideways and kissed the side of Laura's throat with a soft sigh. Laura smell delicious to her, her scent a mixture of coconut shampoo, Shalimar and essence of sexy woman. Karen was disappointed when the song ended. Her disappointment didn't last long however as the next song started immediately and Laura continued to sway against her. Laura moved one of her hands up and used it to tilt Karen's chin up for a smoldering kiss. When Karen sagged against her, Laura moved her leg until it was between the smaller woman's. The difference in their heights put Karen in a perfect position. Laura winked at Robby when Karen moaned into her mouth and pushed her sex tight against Laura's thigh. Karen was already wound up as tight as a banjo string when she felt Robby's lips on her neck. Her brother knew exactly where to nibble to ratchet up her already flaming lust. When he eased his hands around her front and under her burgundy top, Karen had a moment of clarity. She realized her brother and his lover were bringing her into their relationship in a way she hadn't even dared to dream. What was truly amazing to her was how right it felt to be with both of them like this. She loved her brother beyond description and she was fast falling hard for Laura. As Robby kissed Karen's neck and rubbed her distended nipples, Laura snaked her hand up the panting woman's thigh and cupped her wet and ready sex. Karen's legs were already spread so Laura could cup her mound easily. She squeezed the puffy organ gently: Karen groaned and leaned her upper body back against her brother. Laura leaned forward and whispered in Karen's ear as she continued to massage between her legs. "We want you with us Karen, to be one with us, not just for a while either. Is that what you want too?" Karen nodded her head emphatically. "More than anything." Laura edged the front panel of Karen's flimsy panties aside and traced the moisture slick lips with her fingertip. When her finger was wet, she gently pushed it into Karen's quim. Karen made a small noise and pushed her hips forward. "If you join us you'll be my lover as well and I can be very demanding. Does that bother you?" Laura asked. "Nooo," Karen moaned breathlessly. Laura removed her finger and took Karen's hand in hers, Robby took Karen's other hand and they led her towards Laura's bedroom. Once in the bedroom, Robby stood off to the side as Laura started undressing Karen. Karen tried to return the favor but Laura gently brushed her hands aside. "This is your night, Karen. After tonight you can do that all you want, any time you want." Karen gave a soft sigh and dropped her hands to her side. She loved the way Laura took charge of her. When she was completely naked, Laura pushed her back onto the bed and turned to face Robby. He stepped forward and kissed her as he started disrobing her. When Laura was down to her birthday suit, she scrambled up on the bed next to Karen. Both women watched in fascination as Robby took off his clothes. They both liked what they saw. Robbie had grown another inch since the first of the year and gained ten pounds. He was a solid six foot, one inch now and weighed one-ninety. He wasn't hugely endowed, only slightly above average, but it looked good to them. Robby crawled onto the bed on the side of Karen opposite Laura. When he bent over his sister and kissed her, she threw her arms around him with undisguised passion. "Make love to me Robby, it's been so long and I want you so much," she said huskily. Robby looked at Laura questioningly. When she nodded her head, he rolled on top of Karen. Karen threw her legs apart as he levered himself up on his extended arms. When he was in position, Karen reached down, grabbed his shaft and lined it up with her achingly empty slit. She tilted her pelvis at the right angle, reached her hands back grabbing Robby's forearms that were braced on either side of her head, and looked into his eyes. "Ready?" he asked. "Yessss," she hissed. "Take me Robby. Make me yours forever." She didn't have to ask twice as Robby forcefully drove into her in one long, hard thrust. Laura watched as he entered her, mentally wincing at the thought of being so roughly coupled. She knew though, from talking with Robby last night, that Karen was naturally submissive when it came to sex. Robby told her that Karen's submissive nature is what drew her to her dominating soon to be ex-husband, Jason. If Jason had have been loving and supportive of Karen's nature, he probably would have eventually gotten everything he wanted from her. Instead he was mean and abusive with no regard for Karen's feelings. Robby on the other hand, had always made her feel safe as she explored her sensuality. When Robby bottomed out, Karen hit a small orgasmic peak from the sheer emotion of the moment. She shuddered in bliss as she realized that her life long dream was starting to come true. Hell, reality was even better than the dream, because Laura was involved. A person of each sex to love and please, one of them her amazing little brother was as close to heaven as Karen thought she would ever be. Robby picked up Karen's legs and draped them over his shoulders then he leaned forward and pushed her hands above her head. Karen's limber, flexible little body rolled up on her shoulder blades as he sank even further into her. Karen was making noises continuously now as he used the speed and pressure that she liked best. It had been almost exactly two years since she'd last felt this indescribable pleasure that only the heart of her heart could give her. Robby increased his speed at the same time trying to delay the orgasm his body wanted badly. As he ramped up his stroke, Karen's lust soared with his. From long experience Robby could tell she was on the precipice of a colossal climax. He looked over at Laura and mouthed without vocalizing, 'watch this'. He pulled almost all the way out of Karen and stopped moving. Her eyes snapped open and she looked at him beseechingly. "Now that you're mine forever, I'm going to finally plant a baby in you. I'm going to love watching that flat little cheerleader tummy get all big and round." Then he slammed back into her and started spurting. That's all it took to trigger the most intense orgasm of Karen's young life. She screamed out "Oh my God", and then went totally rigid. Her orgasm was so intense she was unconsciously holding her breath. Suddenly, she went limp as she fainted. Laura was in awe at the power of Karen's climax, she'd even had a small one herself just from watching. She was concerned when Karen fell back on the bed lifeless. Robby reassured her that his sister was fine as he went for a damp cloth to help revive her. Robby was impressed with the orgasm he'd given his sister; it was the first time she'd ever passed out from one. The only reason he wasn't panicking was that Vanessa Nelson, the woman who took over Robby's sexual education when Karen decided to marry dickhead Jason, sometimes fainted like this. Karen was only out a couple of minutes. She stirred as Robby wiped her brow with the damp washcloth, then her eyes popped open. She looked at Laura and then at Robby. "Wow!" she said. "Wow is right," replied Laura. "I've never seen anyone do that before." "It's never happen to me either. I think it being the first time with Robby after so long, plus all the teasing you did and Robby throwing in my baby fantasy, literally knocked me out." Laura had moved closer to Karen as they talked until she was over the top of Karen much as Robby had been. "I wasn't teasing you even a little when I said you were going to be my woman too. I guess I need to show you that," Laura said, right before she sealed her mouth to Karen's. Once again Robby was just an observer as Laura maneuvered them around on the bed until she was above Karen in a torrid sixty-nine. The sight returned him to full erection. He stood on his knees behind Laura and hunched down until he could line his shaft up with her smooth, tight vagina. When Laura felt him behind her, she raised her ass enough for him to start feeding his shaft into her steaming center. Robby decided that it was only fair that Laura receive the same treatment as his sister so he pushed into her firmly until he was tight against her marvelous ass. Laura forgot all about the sixty-nining while the brother and sister duo worked her over. She had two strong orgasms before Karen forcefully reminder her of what she was supposed to be doing by pulling her head down into her crotch. After their spirited lovemaking, the trio snuggled in the bed with Robby in the middle. While they snuggled they talked about the future and how their relationship would work. Both Karen and Laura were easy going, intelligent women, who saw the three-way relationship as being a winning proposition for both of them. Jealousy was not an issue because they both knew that Robby loved each of them deeply and fiercely. One thing the three of them decided was that they needed to find somewhere else to live. Laura's house was nice and all of that, but having Robby and Karen's parents for next-door neighbors could be a problem as their group relationship developed and flourished. They made plans to start looking for a place immediately. Money would not be an issue for the immediate future. Both women's jobs paid well and both had money in the bank. Laura had a substantial sum from insurance settlements from the death of her husband and daughter. In addition, she owned her house free and clear thanks to mortgage insurance. Karen's parents had gifted her with the money they'd put aside for her college education that wasn't needed because of the full scholarship she'd received. In addition, the parents of her incarcerated, soon to be ex-husband, had assuaged their guilt over their son's rotten behavior by giving her a little over one hundred thousand dollars. The money was half the proceeds from selling the house they'd bought for Jason and her. The logistics of their new relationship worked themselves out over the next couple of weeks as Robby finished up his high school career. The only real change was that Karen moved into the master bedroom. Robby now spent most of his time at Laura's, including the nights. Mister and Missus Davis grudgingly accepted his decision. Their son was for all practical purposes grown anyway and didn't need any supervision from them. Graduation finally arrived on a Saturday morning near the end of May. It was at the graduation ceremony that Robby's friends and family finally discovered what an amazing young man he was. Robby won numerous awards for academics, music and sports. At the ceremony he had his own little cheering section, with his parents, Laura, Karen, Vanessa Nelson and her daughter, Amy all sitting together. Amy was home from her first year at Florida State. She was still fighting her weight, but looked good anyway. His parents had a get-together for the neighborhood to celebrate his graduation that afternoon. Robby was happy to see many of his old lawn-mowing (and other discreet services) customers milling around and having fun. He had a great time. Everyone was gone by seven that evening, so Robby sat out by the pool with Laura and Karen, opening the many cards and a few presents people had brought or sent. With Laura writing down names and their gifts for thank you cards, he tore into the stack. It only took opening a few cards to realize that he had some truly fantastic friends and relatives. Almost every card contained a check or cash in amounts that amazed everyone. Vanessa gave him five hundred dollars, as did two of her friends for whom he had done some 'work'. His aunts and uncles gave him hundreds of dollars also. By the time the tally was finished he had over three thousand dollars. The few wrapped gifts made up in quality what they lacked in quantity, chief among them a new Mac Book Pro laptop from his parents. Robby turned all the money except six hundred dollars over to Laura, insisting that it go into the family fund to run their household. The money he kept was already spoken for; it was the rest of the payment on three rings he had on layaway at a jewelers. The unique rings were bands made from weaving two gold strands around one of platinum. The ring idea came about as a result of a conversation Robby had with Laura and Karen. Robby wanted to find a way of formalizing his commitment to the women. Karen said Robby should just marry Laura and she'd live with them. Laura wouldn't hear of that and Robby disagreed also. In the end they decided that on Robby's eighteenth birthday they would make a private and personal commitment to each other. Robby had another graduation present waiting for him when he and the ladies went home. It was a gift they couldn't give him at his house, but it was his favorite of the day. Karen and Laura made him comfortable in front of the television, watching a Yankee's game on ESPN, before disappearing back towards the bedroom. It was a close game and Derek Jeter was playing inspired at short, so Robby was quickly absorbed by the game. His concentration went out the window, though, when Karen and Laura came bouncing into the room dressed as University of Central Florida cheerleaders. Well, dressed as guys really wanted cheerleaders to dress anyway. Both were wearing short, pleated gold skirts, black short-sleeved sweaters with UCF emblazoned in gold across the chest and white tennis shoes. They both had their hair in ponytails and were carrying pom-poms, one gold, one black. They looked as if they were two hot coeds. "Come to the bedroom, college boy," Laura said in a sexy, sultry voice. "It's time for your cheerleader orientation." Robby jumped right up when they spun around showing their cute little butts, unadorned with panties. Robby liked the outfits so much he wouldn't let them take them off as he squirmed out of his clothes. Consequently, Robby had a gold skirt covering his head for the next hour as they took turns double riding him, one on his face and one his happy camper college cock. As part of the surprise, Laura had shaved herself so that she was completely bald, just like Karen. So the summer passed. Robby took a job with a lawn maintenance company, one owned by a younger guy, named Ted Price. Ted was twenty-three and just starting on his own. Robby had a lot of respect for Ted because the guy had worked his ass off for five years, saving every penny he made to buy his own truck and equipment. Robby turned Ted on to his neighborhood and helped him sign up some of the people for whom Robby once mowed. Robby also started lifting weights with Ted every other morning before work. It meant that he had to get up at five-thirty, but he felt the benefits from the workouts combined with the physical labor of the job were well worth the effort. His women thought so too. Ted had met both Karen and Laura and was flatly amazed that Robby had the energy to even walk. Ted picked Robby up on the mornings they didn't lift weights at around seven. He always had to wait as the two beautiful women sent his helper to work with scorching kisses. Karen and Laura dragged Robby out every weekend for a month looking at houses. He would have been satisfied with any of them but was smart enough to keep that opinion to himself. Finally, at the fourth house on the fourth Sunday, the women found their dream. The house was not much from the outside, it was a typical 2700 square foot, split plan, three bedrooms, and three and a half bath Florida home. It was similar to about thirty others they'd looked at before, with one exception; the master suite was gigantic. The master suite was actually a wing behind the side-entry two-car garage. The dining room, kitchen and family room separated the master suite from the other bedrooms. The bedroom itself was about six hundred square feet. It had two huge walk-in closets and a bathroom big enough for a Jacuzzi tub, and a shower big enough for a basketball team. A pair of French doors let out onto the pool deck of a small, in-ground swimming pool with built in hot tub. The house was about ten miles northeast of Orlando in a semi-rural area. It was part of a small subdivision composed of a wide variety of different styled houses on two and half acre lots that the developer of the parcel called 'ranchettes'. The helpful lady realtor said the house had been custom built for a prominent orthodontist. The orthodontist's wife had caught him messing around with his dental hygienist and took him to the cleaners. He had the house on the market before he even moved into it. After a brief huddle, Laura told the woman, "We'll take it." Laura and Karen paid two hundred thousand down and took a thirty-year mortgage for the same amount from the bank at which they worked. The loan was at a ridiculously low interest rate. The motivated seller, and Laura's connections at the bank expedited the closing. Three weeks later Robby was wheeling a u-haul truck into the driveway with the first load of stuff. Robby started classes at UCF in early August. In addition to a full class schedule, he had a baseball minicamp to attend. The camp was really extended practices designed to test incoming freshmen in starting roles. After a bout of nerves on the first day, Robby had a good camp. Robby was competing for the right fielders position left vacant by a graduating senior. His competition was a sophomore who had a good glove but was not strong at the plate. It rankled Robby to no end that because he wouldn't turn eighteen for another three months, he had to have his parents sign off on almost everything he did. Robby's birthday was in November, so he had been almost seven when he started the first grade. But because of how advanced he was in reading and math, he had skipped the third grade. His parents allowed him to skip forward because he was only a few months younger than most of the fourth graders anyway. Academically Robby was doing very well. His home situation was such that he had plenty of time and support for his studies. He led a much less exciting life than his hard partying classmates, but that suited him just fine. While his peers were out swilling beer and smoking dope, he was studying at home with two beautiful and adoring women. There new home was perfect for the three lovers. Karen and Laura decorated it to be comfortable and unpretentious. Robby had more time at home than his hard working women, so he took over most of the household duties. Laura and Karen protested him doing that but he argued that he needed to be doing something to earn his keep. Robby turned eighteen that November. They celebrated his birthday with his parents at a nice restaurant in Orlando. The senior Davises were justifiably proud of their son and happy to release him into the world as an adult. On the Saturday after his birthday Robby took both women to Palmdale where he had reserved them a room at a hotel right on the beach. That night after a terrific meal at a local steakhouse, Robby took them walking on the white sand beach. There, at the edge of the water, under a lovers moon, Robby gave Karen and Laura the rings he'd purchase way back in May. Accompanied by the shushing noise of the gentle tide, he slipped the rings on their fingers and pledged them his eternal love. Karen and Laura placed the third matching band on his finger, and did the same. To the three of them, they were as married as if the Pope had performed the ceremony himself. They made love that night with the sliding glass doors of their room open so they could hear the ocean. Their lovemaking was sweet and tender, yet they were urgent in their need to show how much each meant to the other. After Robby's birthday the holiday season was upon then. They held their first family Thanksgiving dinner at their new home with both sets of parents as their guests. They were circumspect in how they conducted themselves around the parents but didn't try to hide how happy they all were. Robby's age never became an issue once Laura's parents met him. They were thrilled that she had found someone that released her from the personal hell she'd endured after the death of her husband and child. The days snuck by until, suddenly, it was Christmas Eve. It was exactly one unbelievable year since Laura had sat at the kitchen table intent on committing suicide. Her life had come full circle, thanks to her amazing Robby. From the depths of despair she had risen to where every day was a joy to live. Laura let out a contented sigh as she pulled the baking sheet of chocolate chip cookies out of the oven. Karen looked up from the batch of cookie dough she was mixing and flashed Laura a smile. Karen knew the cause of that sigh; he was sitting at the breakfast bar drinking hot chocolate and munching on a cookie at that very minute. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2003-12-22 Last Modified: 2007-05-25 / 10:04:18 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------