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                              Tumblr Sister
                               by Lubrican

Copyright© 2013 by Lubrican


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Description: My sister had a posse of cheerleader friends who slept over at our house frequently. I saw the flashes of light under her door as cameras were used. Then I found some of those pictures online. Pictures of them naked. Doing things with each other. I was going to confront them. I was getting ready to do that when they snuck into my room. My sister's naked picture was right there on the screen. I knew I was screwed. I didn't realize I would be screwed literally!

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Chapter 1

You know how you see a science fiction movie and it seems so real that you wish it really was real?

Well ... maybe not all of them ... like War of the Worlds. But it would be totally cool to be able to be invisible, or to have a death ray or something like that.

Anyway, the point is that just like you can't believe sci fi stuff is real, sometimes things happen that are real, but they're just as hard to believe.

And that happened to me.

Something hard to believe.

I should just start. It's a long story, and I'm sure your time is valuable.

With some things, it's hard to figure out where it all started. But with this story it's easy.

It all started one night when I went to the bathroom that my sister and I share. We have adjoining bedrooms, with this bathroom between us. Each of us has our own bathroom door. And she was in there, but hadn't locked the door on my side. We're supposed to lock the door when we're in there. It's a rule. Mom and Dad said so after I started getting boners. So anyway, I had to pee, so I opened the door and there was Phoenix, standing in front of the mirror naked. She was holding her digital camera beside her face and smiling, and just as I opened the door the flash went off.

Of course she squealed and her hands went to cover her boobs. And all I could think of at that moment was that it was me who would be in trouble. I mean she was naked and I was looking at her ... you know?

And I have to say that was really interesting. I hadn't seen Phoenix naked since we were like ten or something. And let me tell you, a lot changes in five years. Believe me!

Like she had real boobs now. I'd seen them pushing out her shirts, of course. I mean you couldn't miss it. I looked at every woman's boobs from the time I was twelve until ... well ... I guess I still do. But that's not the point. The point is that my whiny little sister didn't look all that little any more.

Except for between her legs. There, she still looked like she was eleven. No hair. Nothing. Bare as a baby's butt.

So anyway, there I was freaking out, because I was sure that little squeal was going to turn into a bunch of screaming and our parents would come running and I'd be grounded for life or something.

And then the strangest thing happened. My sister stared at me with eyes the size of dinner plates and she took a huge breath. But instead of screaming, she begged.

"Please don't tell Mom!" she whispered. It was a loud whisper, probably because of all that breath she took in, but it was definitely a whisper.

Now, I might have only been seventeen, and I might have been very ordinary looking, and maybe I never have figured out how to talk to a girl, but none of that means I'm stupid.

It was instinct to say "I should!"

"Please, Tut!" she begged, and her hands reached out to me.

Just remembering that makes me pause ... seeing those delicious, round breasts, with such dark, almost wine colored nipples. It was shocking then, and I remember the shock now. I also notice our names. I'm used to it, but I'm also used to explaining it to people who don't know us.

Our parents are archaeologists. They met on a dig in Egypt, and mom got pregnant with me there. They don't know I know, but I found their marriage license in an old box of stuff, and it is dated only three months before I was born. Anyway, they named me Thutmose, which means 'Born of Thoth'. Thoth was my dad's nickname, because that's what the locals called him at that dig. It means Ibis, and he is tall and skinny, with long legs and what could pass for a hooked nose. When Phoenix came along a year later, her hair was this really, dark red, and they stuck with the Egyptian naming theme. Around the house we shortened my name to Tut and Phoenix's to Phee.

Anyway, I was standing there, dumb struck, because I suddenly realized my sister was a fricking babe! And that made me feel even more like I was in trouble because all of a sudden I was thinking things brothers aren't supposed to think about their sisters, and my cock was getting hard.

So I turned around and ran.

I didn't actually run, of course, but I retreated ... went to my room ... closed the door.

Ten minutes later I felt like a complete pervert, because I had just jerked off ... while thinking about what I had just seen.

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Well, I guess it was too weird for both of us, because we both acted like nothing had happened at all. Life went on. Of course it wasn't the same life. At least not for me. I couldn't possibly forget those round breasts, with the dark nipples, and all that dark red hair against her pale, white skin. And those pussy lips. All I could think about was what they might feel like if I licked them.

See what I mean? I was a complete pervert.

I have to say, though, that it sure helped when I looked at other girls, and thought what used to be perverted things about them. It didn't seem so bad any more to think about them that way.

Like her best friends Beth and Danni, for instance. They came over all the time, and were on the cheerleading squad with Phee. About half of the cheer squad hung out with Phee on a pretty regular basis, but Beth and Danni were the hottest. Danni was tall, even taller than my five-eight, and she had that supermodel look that went with being slim. Her boobs looked big sometimes, but not always. What I mean is that none of the girls' boobs looked big when they were in uniform. The administration of Brazelton High School not only made them wear really supportive sports bras, but they had thick embroidered megaphones, with the initials of the school "BHS" on them, that covered the whole chest. It kind of flattened everybody out. But when Danni was in jeans and a T shirt, and she cocked her hip like she did a lot, I had to go somewhere else before anybody saw my dick getting hard.

Beth, on the other hand, was the Xena Warrior Princess of the group. She was short, maybe 5-4, but she had huge tits, and muscles on her muscles. It wasn't that she was Popeye or anything. I mean she looked all girl, even with the muscles. I guess you'd say all that female brawn just gave her a super healthy look, like a lot of serious soft-ballers, or gymnasts like Mary Lou Rettin have. She was sixteen, like Danni. I don't think I ever saw her in jeans or pants. She always wore a skirt of some kind. I figured she liked showing off those fabulous legs.

While I'm at it, I might as well tell you about the other three who made up the pack of girls who were to change my life so much. Two of the others were fifteen, like my sister, while the third was sixteen, like Danni and Beth. Together, the six of them made up the freshman and sophomore cheerleaders. I never figured out whether they hung together because the juniors and seniors had their own clique or what, but that's how it turned out.

Anyway, there was Denise, who was the blond of the group. She was flat, but really pretty. Denise tried to tell me what to do when she was around, but I pretty much ignored her. Danni, on the other hand, had this trick that I didn't understand of making me do what she wanted. Like Denise might say "Hey Tut! Get me a soda!" and I'd pop off with "You know where the fridge is." But if Danni said it ... I got her the soda. Don't ask me why. It was just like that. And I never got anything for it. I mean she never flirted with me or anything like that. None of them did.

The other Freshman was Frankie, the weird one. You never knew what color her hair was going to be, and sometimes it was three colors at once. That hair stuck out all over too, like it wasn't combed, except it never looked ragged. If you really looked at Frankie hard, you could tell she probably spent more time on her hair than any of the rest of them. It was hard to tell what Frankie's body was like, because she wore a lot of oversize, loose clothing, like sweatshirts and baggy pants. When she was in her uniform, though, she had slim, well-toned legs, and she could jump way high and do all those athletic kicks cheerleaders are so good at. She was always saying weird things too. Like one time she came up and stood right in front of me, almost touching me. She's an inch shorter than me, so she had to look up. And she stares at me and says "So, how 'bout that string theory? What dimension are you from?" Frankie is weird. But, having said that, I have to say she has these almond shaped eyes, and a spray of freckles that goes from one cheek across her nose to the other cheek, above lush lips that I have always wanted to kiss. I don't want to kiss Frankie, mind you ... just those lips.

And last, but truly not least was Roberta, who was a babe for sure, but was also one of those mean girls, who is just trouble. She would lie and do things that she blamed on others. She liked to shoplift. I wasn't supposed to know a lot of what she did, but you hear things, you know? I tried not to have anything to do with Roberta. That wasn't hard because she'd had a fight with the rest of them a while back, and I guess they hadn't kissed and made up yet, because I hadn't seen her around for a couple of months.

So that was the group of girls who tormented my life on a regular basis, particularly when they came for a sleepover. They all acted like they lived there, and like I was either their servant, or some disgusting mutant that my parents had found under a rock on one of their digs.

And this was the group that assembled just weeks after I saw my sister naked, taking a picture of herself in the mirror in the bathroom.

They came for a sleepover.

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Now as I go on with my story, I'm quite sure that you, the reader, are going to connect some dots that I didn't connect. And that's fine. You, the reader, are not a seventeen-year-old boy, confused most of the time and scared the rest, because the world doesn't make all that much sense. Not to mention the flood of chemicals rushing through your veins, or the fact that your brain isn't finished growing yet. But the only way I can tell you this story is the way I remember it happening. And I did not connect some dots at the time they were thrown around.

Such as, for example, all the flashes of light their cameras made, and which I saw under the door to Phee's room, or under her bathroom door, if mine was open. I mean so they were taking pictures. Girls do that, right? Especially at sleepovers. It goes along with all that screaming and yipping ... all those coyote sounds that girls make when they gather. And I didn't connect the dot that was Phee taking a picture of herself naked to the dots that were all those camera flashes. Who, for example, would believe that a bunch of girls in high school would get naked together and act all strange?

Well ... come to think of it ... I did have some clues along that line too. That's because while I was surfing the web one night, I stumbled upon a tumblr site. I am told there are all kinds of tumblr sites, but the kind I'm talking about was page after page of thumbnails of nudity and debauchery. And each site has a list of people who follow that site, and each of those people has their own site, with pages of naked, frolicking people.

In other words, I hit the mother lode of pictures that a teenaged boy could spend literally hours staring at.

It was quite an education in some ways. Some people like some pretty weird things. Like sticking things in their butt. What's up with that? And tying people up, and gagging them with balls in their mouth? People like that?!

But the important part, for the purposes of this story, were the pictures of groups of teenaged girls ... naked ... in somebody's bedroom ... doing all manner of interesting things.

In other words, other dots I never connected. I just could not fathom that such goings on might be happening right on the other side of my wall, with all those girls I told you about.

But they were.

How I found out about this fact was interesting in itself. In fact, it was tumblr that drew the line that connected that particular dot for me. It happened like this.

It was three months after I had seen Phee naked. We only had two weeks of school left. I was going to be a senior the next year, and had a part time job lined up for the summer at this Japanese sushi and steakhouse place down town. I think I was their token white guy, because everybody I had seen in that place except the diners was Oriental.

Anyway, Phee was having another slumber party - they came around about every couple of months - and all the girls were there. They had taken over the family room and kitchen. Our parents were out for the night, having learned long ago there was no sleeping during a sleepover. Not until two in the morning, anyway.

It was about that time, in fact, after things had calmed down and had been quiet for half an hour or so. I thought they were all still out in the family room. Sometimes they crashed out there, in nests made of every blanket and quilt our family owned. I had been reading with my headphones on, listening to Uncle Kracker, and I got up to go to the bathroom before I turned off my light.

I opened my bathroom door, and there was another naked teenaged girl in there.

This time it was Danni.

Danni's reaction to me seeing her was completely different than Phee's had been. Danni didn't yelp, or jump. She was brushing her hair, which was that kind of brown hair that has golden highlights in it. She looked over at me, and then looked back at the mirror and put the brush down. She used both hands to pull her hair into a ponytail and used a scrunchy to tie it up.

"I'm using the bathroom," she said, calmly.

I, of course, was staring at her body. Her breasts were bigger than they looked when she was dressed. Her areolas and nipples were the same color, which was a light brown that was barely darker than her skin. I glanced down and, though the angle was wrong for a good look, I saw no evidence of hair sticking out.

She glanced at me again.

"Leave, pervert!" she snapped.

I left, but it was different this time. I didn't feel guilty for some reason. True, I could see under the door that the light was on in there before I opened it. But Phee left the light on all the time. It was something I nagged her about.

And, of course ... Danni wasn't my sister.

Suddenly I wasn't sleepy any more. I was horny instead. I needed to beat off.

I went to my computer. There was a tumblr site I had saved, because it had some good pictures on the first page, so I went to that one and started looking for a picture to click on and blow up. I found a couple, and opened them in new tabs. I found several that, when viewed large, were good for what I wanted, and I saved them to the folder I used for beat off material. I paged down and found more, and got distracted. It was rare that I found so many pictures on a single site that I wanted to save. I'm pretty picky, actually, about the pictures I save. The girl has to have the right look on her face, or I can't plug her into any of my fantasies. She can't look too slutty. She can't look like a pro, posing for money. I really like the candid ones, the amateur ones.

Like the groups of naked girls in somebody's bedroom ... doing all manner of things with each other ... and sometimes a boy or two.

I saw several of those kinds of thumbnails and opened them in other tabs. I had about ten tabs open when I started going to each one to see the picture large.

On the fourth one I looked at, the naked girls I was suddenly looking at were the girls who were currently inhabiting the family room in my house. And the bathroom not ten feet from me.

I realized that either Phee or Roberta must have taken the picture, because neither of them was in it. The other four girls were on Phee's bed, laughing, side by side, their naked skin all rubbing up against each other.

I stared in disbelief. My fingers went through the normal sequence of saving the picture. Muscle memory did it all, including clicking on the little x in the tab to make it go away so I could see another one. As it disappeared I leaned forward and said "No!" out loud. I hadn't meant to close it. Then, about the time I realized I'd saved it, and could look at it any time I wanted, the next one registered.

It was Frankie and Beth. Beth was laid back against the headboard of Phee's bed, and Frankie was licking her pussy.

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I had forgotten about beating off.

Well, I suppose that's not technically correct. I was thinking about beating off, but I couldn't resist looking for one more picture of the girls. I'd found six so far. I had actually printed them out in four by six format, so I could look at them as a group. And I'd have been most happy to beat off to any of the six, especially the one of Frankie licking Beth's split. Beth wasn't shaved, but you could see her pussy lips real easily. You could actually see Frankie's tongue pushing those pussy lips apart, and the look on Beth's face made it unquestionably clear that she didn't mind this perversion at all.

Of course, being a pervert myself, I didn't either. And, of course, my fantasy just had Frankie getting Beth all lubed up for the main event. And ... of course ... that would be my dick in her pussy.

There seemed to be one picture of the girls on each page of this person's site. The name of it was iloveyoungtits.tumblr.com, and my feeling that it would have things I liked had been right. Besides the pictures of the girls I actually knew, I was also saving an average of ten other shots per page. I was ragingly hard, but just couldn't take the time to ease the burn, so to speak. I had to look for that one more picture I knew I'd find, and that I knew I'd cry about if I quit before I found it. You know what I mean. While I had six pictures of my sister's friends, none of them showed either Roberta or my sister. So I kept looking. Did I mention I'm a pervert?

And I did find it. I paged down, and there it was, right in the middle of the page. It was what I call a tall shot, which means it is of the female standing, usually in a pose by herself. They take up double the space on the page, which means the bloggers only keep the best ones. And this one was a doozy.

It was also Phee.

She was naked, standing there with her arms not quite hanging, looking dead at the camera. She was coming out of our bathroom, but it didn't look like they had ambushed her with the camera. It looked more like she expected someone to take it ... and didn't really mind.

I stared. When I'd barged in on her in the bathroom, I hadn't had time to really look, of course. Now I did. I saved the picture and then opened it with Windows Image Viewer and clicked full screen.

Man! She was so beautiful! It was incredible. I had lived with this girl all my life, but had never realized how sexy and beautiful she could be. As my eyes devoured her breasts I reached and squeezed my bone. I peered at her pussy. Her vulva made what I believe is called a split peach and all I could think about was how fuckable she looked. I almost groaned, but for some reason, kept it in. It's probably good I did, because unknown to me the girls had snuck into my room through the bathroom. The first I knew about that was when Beth spoke in this voice that was just full of disgust and scorn.

"What are you doing?! That's Phoenix!"

I jumped like I'd been stuck with a pin. And I'm talking about one of those old fashioned hat pins like my mother carries with her everywhere. It had belonged to her Great-Aunt Fiona or some such thing, and while it was undeniably a weapon in my mother's skilled hands, no police type ever thought anything about it because she told them it was an antique and her good luck charm.

Anyway, the chair tipped too far and I sprawled. I saw all five of them, upside down. Most of them were looking at the screen.

"Hey! That's the one Roberta took!" gasped Frankie.

"Where did you get that?" demanded Danni. She stepped forward and peered over Frankie's shoulder at the screen.

Phee saw the pile of pictures I'd printed and went to pick them up. She leafed through them. The printer finally finished processing the last request and began printing out the most recent picture.

The one of her.

I sat there. I'm sure I looked surprised, because I was pretty much astonished with what was happening. I tried to think of something to say. There was nothing there, though. I had nothing.

I was screwed.

Apparently they were pretty surprised too, because other than a lot of milling around, there was no screaming. I was pretty sure the screaming would come, though, and in the panic that consumed my brain, the only thing I could revert to was habit and tradition.

"You didn't knock!" I blurted. "Get out of my room!"

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The milling around stopped. In fact, all movement in the room stopped. It was like we were suddenly statues in Madam Whoever-she-is's wax museum in California. We went one time when I was little, and it looked like that.

Then Denise - good old Denise - said "Nice try, buster. But we caught you. First you peeked at Danni and now this!"

And that, believe it or not, was the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back. The indignation I felt was based primarily in the lie that I had intentionally peeked at Danni. My macho teen pride couldn't take that accusation. Almost instantly a number of facts popped into my mind, and I began to use them in a rapid-fire verbal assault on the people who had just ambushed me in my own room. I stood quickly and I swear the whole crowd swayed backwards, as if I were actually dangerous.

"I did not peek at Danni!" I started. "But even if I had, what was she doing in my bathroom stark naked?!" I folded my arms, which made me feel powerful. "There is no shower in our bathroom, and no conceivable reason to be naked in there. And this, as you call it, is another thing." I waved my hand at the sheaf of prints still in Phee's hand. "Why is it that I'm seeing photographs of my sister and her friends naked on the fricking internet? What do you think all your parents are going to think when they see these pictures?" I looked down my nose at them. The only one as tall as me was Danni, and I ignored her.

I had the sweet feeling of having gotten away with it, until Danni leaned over and whispered in Phee's ear. Phee's eyes, which had been bouncing between me and the pictures in her hands, looked down at my groin. Sudden despair crashed into me, because I remembered I was wearing an older pair of sports shorts, which were thin and tight.

"You have a boner, Tut," said my sister, much too calmly.

Four other pair of eyes slid down my body and I couldn't help but look too. There it was, pushing those fricking shorts out like there was a lead pipe inside.

Suddenly it was too loud to think, as girls squealed. I swear one or two of them actually screamed. They exploded into movement, but it was useless motion, that didn't accomplish anything. I didn't realize it then, but they were just burning off energy their bodies didn't know what to do with.

Eventually Phee yelled "Shut up!" and they calmed down. All I could think of was that it was a good thing our folks were out at a movie, because if they'd come storming in to see what was causing all the noise, they'd have seen the screen too. And while I had used the nuclear threat against them, I had no intention of ever breathing a single word of this to anybody's parents. I was fully aware that the very first question aimed at me in a situation like that would be "What the hell were you doing surfing sites like that?!"

Interestingly, they did shut up. Phee said "My room!" and people began to flow towards my bathroom door, like they all knew that was the shortest way to get to their destination. Part of my brain thought it was interesting they'd all do that. Not one of them went for the door to the hallway. But I was distracted when Danni reached for my wrist and said "Come on. You too."

Remember how I told you that when Danni ordered me around, I obeyed? I did then too. I just started walking. It wasn't until I got to the bathroom, and looked through to see Frankie, Denise and Phee already in her room, that I stopped. Danni had anticipated my reluctance, apparently, because she was behind me. She put her hands on my hips, and said "Keep going, Romeo."

Now I have to explain something here. It was warm. I was dressed in those shorts I told you about, but that was all. And while every one of these girls had, at one time or another, poked me, prodded me, slapped me, kicked me, punched me and so forth, it was a rare event indeed for one of them to put her hands on me in what my brain could only interpret as an intimate touch.

Danni's hands, on my hips, weren't gripping, or pushing or doing anything aggressive. They were just there. It was almost a caress, with just a hint of a suggestion for me to keep moving. And her voice came from right above my left shoulder. I could actually feel her breath on my skin. That, and her astonishing characterization of me as "Romeo" short circuited my brain and I kept walking. When she said "Good boy," and I felt her breath on my skin again, I felt my cock lurch and, if anything, get even harder.

The brain is an astonishing thing. Within the next two seconds, I had a complete and total fantasy that involved Danni's hands sliding around my waist, and dipping into my shorts, which somehow ended up with me on top of her, both of us naked, of course, and me doing what I had only seen done in internet porn videos.

That only lasted a couple of seconds, however, because as I entered Phee's room, and I realized all the girls were staring at me - staring at my shorts, actually - Danni gave me a violent shove and barked "Get in there, pervert!"

I realized something was wrong. Nothing was going like it should. Girls should be screaming at me, but they weren't. I should be screaming at them, but I wasn't. I shouldn't even be in Phee's room, but I was. The girls shouldn't be looking at my boner.

But they were.

It was at this point that I realized I was in an other-worldly, science fiction type of existence. I didn't have a DeLorean, and I hadn't gone 88 miles per hour, but I was in some other time and place. At least it seemed that way then.

Again, that was just too much for my psyche to deal with, so again, I reverted to the normal. My sister and her friends had dragged me into Phee's room. Her territory. Where she had the advantage. But I was the big brother.

"What do you want?" I asked, trying to make my voice sound firm.

"We know what you want!" crowed Danni, and I swear she reached out and slapped the tip of my boner. It wasn't hard, and it didn't hurt. Her fingers just brushed the bulge, actually, but it shocked me into frozen silence. Somebody else snickered.

Denise stepped forward.

"We need to know where you got those pictures."

She said it in such a reasonable way that I answered automatically.

"They were on the internet."

"That's not possible," she said.

"The site is still up on my computer," I reminded her.

"Wait here," said Beth, and she darted back into the bathroom. Phee followed her. I stood there, looking at the remaining three girls. Only Danni was looking at my face.

"Who's that boner for?" she asked softly.

"Danni!" squealed Frankie.

"Yes!" agreed Denise, sounding surprised, as if she had just thought of that. "Who is it for?"

I didn't answer. It was for all of them, and I knew better than to say that.

Danni came over to stand in front of me. I could feel her breath on my chin.

"Is it for Denise?"

I still didn't answer.

"You printed a picture of Phee. Is it for her? Are you really a pervert?"

I remembered the picture of Phee. I remembered looking at that split peach between her legs, and wondering what it would be like to slide my prick into that split. I felt my cock jump, and I heard Frankie gasp.

Then I imagined David Steppington, my best friend, looking at that picture of Phee. He had told me countless times how hot he thought she was, but he was too chicken to ask her out. I knew exactly what he'd do if he had that picture. The thought of him beating off to her made me want to explode.

"What the fuck were you guys thinking?" I blurted. "Putting yourselves naked on the internet? Where anybody can see you?"

"We didn't do that!" yelped Frankie.

I looked at her. "Yeah, right. Those pictures I printed are just a figment of my imagination."

"Yes," said Danni, moving another inch closer to me. I felt the tips of her breasts touch my chest. "Let's talk about your imagination, Tut." She let her hips slide forward until I felt her touch the tip of my boner with her ... body. She slid her hips sideways and smiled at me. I couldn't believe it!

"Danni!" gasped Frankie. "You slut!"

Danni looked over at her, but didn't back away from me.

"You know the plan," she said calmly. "This doesn't change anything. If anything ... it's perfect. Now we know he's a pervert."

"Plan? What plan?" I asked.

I didn't get an answer, though, because my sister and Beth came back into the room. My sister was actually growling, she was so mad.

"They're all there," she growled. "Every fucking picture we ever took is on that site. Roberta fucked us! She posted them. It had to be her." She stopped suddenly. "Wait!"

She went to her desk, where her own computer was, and opened the top right drawer. She pulled stuff out and reached back into that rear of the drawer. Her hand went all around.

"It's gone," she said, sounding defeated. "She must have taken it at the last sleepover she was at."

"You mean the one when you called her a cunt and said you'd never invite her over again?" asked Danni.

My sister turned on her, rage in her face. "Are you saying this is my fault?"

"No," said Danni, calmly. "You did the right thing. She was a monumental bitch, way too much of the time. And this just proves we could never trust her. I only wish we had something of her to put on the internet to pay her back."

"Well we don't," said Frankie, who wasn't nearly as freaked out as she had been. "The only pictures of her naked are on that flash drive."

"Then we have to get it back," said Beth.

"If she still has it," said Frankie. She went on. "And if she hasn't erased them already."

"How do we get it back?" asked Denise. "There's no way she'll invite any of us over. She knows we agreed with Phee."

"We'll think of something," said Danni. "Meanwhile, I think we should proceed with our original plan for tonight."

"You're kidding!" whispered Frankie.

All the girls looked at me, for some reason. I had been standing there, listening to them, trying to get my boner to wilt before somebody concentrated on it again. The problem was that, based on their conversation, I was being reminded of the fact that these girls had frolicked about naked, taking pictures of each other, and that besides the ones I had already, there were some of Roberta nude too. She was arguably one of the best looking of all of them, and that image didn't help me in my goal. Still, I tried thinking of something else. I was already embarrassed enough.

But it was too late. Like they had practiced it, all the girls looked first at my face, and then their eyes dropped to my groin.

"You never answered my question, Tut," said Danni.

"Question?" My voice cracked, probably because I hadn't used it much recently, and my mouth was dry.

"Who is that boner for, Tut?"

"You are such a slut," sighed my sister. I wondered if she was addressing the comment at Danni ... or me. With a very small measure of relief, I decided it was Danni as she went on. "This was a stupid idea in the first place. Now that he's seen those pictures, it's even worse."

"Why?" asked Danni. "He'd have seen us that way sooner or later ... don't you think?"

"He's right here, people!" said Frankie, acid in her voice. "He can hear you talking."

"This isn't working out at all like I hoped it would," whined Beth.

They were starting to sound so normal that it lulled me into thinking I could say something.

"I'll just go back to my room now," I said, and headed for the bathroom.

At least three of them yelled "Stop!" at the top of their lungs.

I turned. I took a shot.

"Look," I said, and was a little amazed that they all stayed silent and waited for me to go on. "I found these pictures by accident. I wasn't going to tell anybody about them. I was going to confront you guys and tell you how stupid it was to put them online. Obviously that's no longer relevant. So I'll just go back to my room, and you guys can decide what you want to do about Roberta or whatever. Don't worry. I won't tell anybody about the pictures."

Danni looked at Phee. Then, as if I hadn't said a fricking word, she said, "Okay. So he wasn't supposed to see the pictures yet, but he did. I had to wait almost an hour in that stupid bathroom before he barged in and saw me naked tonight. I know it's all screwed up, but I say we go ahead as planned."

"What are you talking about?" I asked. My mind was looking at the part of her comment that suggested she had wanted me to see her naked in the bathroom.

Phee looked upset. That's rare. She's really easygoing. Finally she said, "Look. I went along with this stupid idea because you guys are my friends. But ... I didn't think we would actually do anything!"

Denise looked shocked. "But ... you were with us when we went in there to talk to him!"

"And that's all I thought it would be - talk! I thought he'd laugh at you ... us ... and we'd leave and it would be over."

"He wasn't laughing," said Danni. She looked at me and let her eyes drop to my groin. I realized suddenly that my boner was gone. I almost sighed with relief, but it didn't seem to matter to Danni that it was gone. She went on. "He had a stiffy ... even if he wouldn't admit who it was for."

Phee just stood there, looking upset.

"I get it," said Frankie, reaching out to touch Phee on the shoulder. "He was looking at your picture."

Phee looked at me. I had never seen that look on her face, and I had no idea what it meant, except that suddenly I was ashamed of being the pervert I knew I was.

"I'm sorry, Phee," I said.

Almost instantly I decided that had been the wrong thing to say. That's because all the girls stiffened, and moved. Danni came toward me. "Sorry for what, Tut? Sorry for getting a boner for your sister? You are a pervy little sneak!"

I know it's probably distracting, but I have to explain what I saw, because that led to what I did, and you need to understand why I did what I did. For some reason, those three little words: "I'm sorry, Phee," had a much bigger impact on all the girls than it should have. Each one reacted to it, and I could see the reaction on their faces. And in all cases except Phoenix, that reaction was anger. I could understand that. I could understand how they could be disgusted with a pervert who got hard for his own sister. But the look on my sister's face was of hurt. I just figured it was hurt that I had betrayed her trust or something like that, and I didn't want to hurt her. So I blurted out something that was designed to try to lessen that hurt.

Except that I blurted without thinking. Had I just taken Phee aside and explained it to her, everything would have been fine. The girls had been pissed off at me before, and would be again, but they were a transitory presence in the house. I could deal with their displeasure, but I had to live with Phee. So I blurted out the half truth that I hoped would ease her pain.

"The boner was for all of you!" I shouted.



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Chapter 2


All movement stopped again. Voices died down. Phoenix said, "Really?" sounding surprised, and a smidgeon happier, so I thought I had eked out at least a partial victory.

"Absolutely," I said. "All your friends are ... um ... inspiring." Don't ask me why I chose that word.

Then things got weird again.

"But not me," said Phoenix.

"What?"

"I'm not ... inspiring," she said. Her voice was flat.

In case any of you readers out there are males in your early teens ... this is the kind of thing waiting for you when you get involved with girls. They do not do what they are expected to do, or act like they are expected to act. And what they do do and how they do act, is incomprehensible to the average guy. And I'm fully aware that I'm not the expert. I'm just sayin'.

Not being stupid, I heard a clue that I had hurt my sister's feelings.

"Not at all," I said, naysaying her suggestion. The girls stiffened as one, though, and I realized they had interpreted what I'd said completely wrong. "You're not inspiring. You're smokin' hot," I said in a panic.

It was Frankie who put the last nail in my coffin. She had gotten hold of those prints I had made, and she walked up to me. She held up the one of Phoenix, right in front of my fact.

"I've licked your sister's pussy," she said softly. "She's delicious, Tut."

"Frankie!" gasped at least three girls, one of whom was my sister.

Frankie stepped to one side, and I thought she'd just decided to fuck with me or something, but then I realized what she'd done.

My cock was hard again.

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There is something that parents, school counselors, and just about every other adult tell kids. They usually say something like this: "Just tell the truth. It always works out better if you just tell the truth." And kids, of course, know better, because if you tell the truth, it usually gets you in big trouble.

The operative word there is "usually."

I was in a world of hurt, socially speaking. I had (probably) offended everyone. I was on everybody's shit list. My lust for my own sister had just been exposed. What had started out to be a fairly normal night had somehow gotten all fucked up. And trying to extricate myself from the fucked-upedness of it all hadn't worked out. If anything it had made things worse.

So, as a last resort, I told the truth.

"Yes," I said, trying to make my voice sound confident. "I have a great appreciation for my sister's beauty. Part of me looks at her as any male would look at any female." I glanced at each of them in turn. "As any male might look at each of you. And all of you have qualities that appeal to me. I think all of you are pretty hot, for that matter. And yes, when I saw your pictures on that site, I saved them because I intended to look at them in the future." I looked at Phee. "Including yours. I'm not proud of it, but I admit it. I'll delete all the pictures. I won't go looking for more. I'm sorry that I disappointed you ... all of you. I know there never would have been anything between any of us, but I'm sorry I lost your respect."

"You never had our respect!" Frankie's voice was higher than usual and she actually giggled, which didn't go with her words at all. Danni, who was standing right next to her, elbowed her so hard that she had to take a step sideways to recover. Frankie's face suddenly got very red and she turned away from me.

"Go on," said Danni.

Go on? What else was there to say? I had said my piece ... bared my inner thoughts.

"That's it," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"So you're hot for all of us," said Danni.

I decided they weren't finished punishing me yet. I also decided to let them finish, so I could get on with what was left of my miserable life. It turned out to be a pivotal decision in my ... miserable life.

"Yeah," I said. "I guess so."

Danni looked at Phee, who had another strange, incomprehensible look on her face.

"See? I told you so."

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I was lost again. My sister had come to me and taken my hand. She pulled me to her bed and pushed me until I sat on it. The girls lined up facing me ... between me and the bathroom door.

"Would somebody please tell me what's going on?" I asked, finally realizing something a lot of men never learn at all: Women sometimes have the answer that a man just can't find.

"I need to ask you some questions," said Phee. "Will you answer them?"

I blinked. It was a very simple question. But the way she asked it made my teenaged male radar light up like crazy. There was danger here.

"Maybe," I said.

She considered that. I mean she actually thought about my answer. It was weird.

"Will you promise that whatever we talk about right now will be a secret ... between just us?"

"What does that mean?" I asked. "You act like we're talking about national security." I tried a grin. Things were entirely too heavy at the moment.

"What that means is I want you to promise you'll never tease us about it ... never tell anybody else what was said. You could hurt us."

"Don't be silly," I scoffed. And I really scoffed, because the idea of hurting any of them was ridiculous. But, just in case they didn't know that, I told them. "I'd never hurt any of you. That's just ridiculous."

"What if we embarrassed you?"

This had gone from something bizarre and incomprehensible to something I thought I might actually be able to understand. I could tell people about the pictures. I could show people where to find them. If they embarrassed me ... whatever that meant ... I might embarrass them. What could be more embarrassing than having other people seeing those pictures?

"I'd find some other way to get even," I said. "I promise I will never, ever tell anybody about the pictures."

"I'm not talking about the pictures!" she snapped.

I blinked again while I thought. "Okay," I said, trying to make it sound like I understood.

"Just promise me!" she insisted.

Now that voice I knew. It was the voice of a juvenile conspirator. We had done lots of things together that could have gotten us in trouble, but that voice said the trouble wasn't intended to catch me up in it. We had sworn oaths to each other in the past. They were silly oaths, but we took them seriously.

"Okay!" I said. "But don't make me sorry I promised."

She relaxed. That made me feel better. I still didn't know what was going on, but she was acting more normal.

She delayed a long time before speaking again. Finally, Denise poked her and she looked at me.

"What would you say if we ... us girls ... wanted to ask you some questions ... questions about ... um ... guys."

"Questions about guys," I repeated, wondering what she was talking about. I knew girls had arcane secrets they passed on only to those with two X chromosomes. These were the homogametic secrets that males could not know, lest the universe dissolve. But guys didn't have that kind of knowledge, so I didn't know what she meant.

"Yes," she said. "Stuff guys won't usually talk about."

"Like what?" I asked.

I guess Danni thought I was being coy or something, because she stepped up beside Phee.

"Like how a guy jerks off. Would you talk about that?"

Phee pushed her aside with a hiss that sounded something like "You impatient slut!" but it might have been "Don't act like a duck!" I went for the duck thing, even though it didn't make any sense. The concept of Danni being a slut just didn't compute.

It was very quiet. I later found out Phee was trying to think of something to say, but I thought they were waiting for an answer.

"What good would it do for me to tell you that?" I asked. "You don't have the right equipment to do that with."

It was quiet again, and Beth said something under her breath that sounded a lot like "What a dumb fuck," but might have been "We're in luck!"

"It's possible," said Frankie, "that we might have a need to do that to a guy some time in the future. Not that I am all that eager to try it, but some day I might need to know how that works. Right?"

"Oh!" I said, genuinely surprised. No girl had ever offered to do that for me, and I'd never even think of asking one to. That could lead to being grounded for life.

"There are things boys don't like to talk about to girls," said Phee. "We don't understand why. We were hoping you'd be willing to talk about them with us. That's why we came to your room tonight ... to ask you."

I thought about that. It wasn't threatening at all, save for the fact that I might not know half the answers they were looking for, myself. Phee and I had both led a fairly sheltered youth. At least I had. Looking at those pictures, I realized Phee had done a heck of a lot more experimenting than I had. And I was the big brother!

At last, I began connecting some dots. Bits and pieces of what had already happened that night started popping into my head. It started with some of the things Danni had said.

She had said I would have seen the pictures sooner or later.

She had said she waited in the bathroom for a long time before I "barged in on her."

She had been insistent in asking me why I had an erection ... or who I had an erection because of.

When I said it was all of them ... not one squealed in horror.

Not even my sister.

Danni had said, "See? I told you so!" as if they had discussed this very concept before.

And now they wanted to ask me intimate questions ... apparently about relationships between boys and girls.

The not stupid part of me tried to convince the rest of me that there was the potential for terrible things to happen if I said yes. I could say the wrong thing. It could be revealed that I was as uninformed as they claimed to be. And maybe I was! That part of me whispered, "Say no right now, and get back to your room!"

But there was another part of me that said, "Did she say you'd have seen those pictures anyway? What else might you get to see? What kind of questions? Will there be hands-on instruction?" There could be happy things in all this ... somehow. Just the idea of them being willing to show me pictures of themselves naked sent a shot of stiff to my groin. I'd be an idiot not to offer them whatever they wanted, on the chance that I might get something kind of fun in return. Right?

Then the half-grown part of my prefrontal cortex that had started to work out rational thought put in its two cents worth.

It would probably be imprudent to act too eager. I'd already tried that on dates, and that tack didn't work for shit. It was supposed to convince a girl you thought she was unbelievably hot and that was why you couldn't control your desires. All it ever got me was slugged. Plus those girls never went out with you again.

"It's possible I don't have all the answers," I said.

"Awwww," said Beth. "He's got humility!"

I wasn't sure whether she was serious or making fun of me.

"You guys have to promise you won't use any of this to embarrass me either," I said firmly.

"Deal!" said Danni. The other girls looked at her like she had just kicked a puppy. She was looking at me, though, and didn't notice.

"Just like that?" Frankie sounded troubled.

"I told you he'd do it," said Danni.

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It had gotten quiet again. I stood up, and somehow the girls all ended up huddled together on Phee's bed. It was like nobody knew where to start. And I didn't know what to say, so I stood there, looking at them.

"You've seen us naked," Danni finally ventured.

That seemed obvious, so I just nodded.

"So we should get to see you naked."

I took a deep breath. What the heck was that all about? Since when did girls want to see guys naked? I'd never heard of that one before.

"I mean it only seems fair," said Danni.

"I thought you just wanted to ask questions," I said.

"So the first question is: What do you look like naked?"

Instead of saying, "Who put you in charge?!" I decided to go with something that might get me out of it.

"So who else wants to see me naked besides Danni?" I figured that would solve that problem, because there was no way the others would vote for that.

Frankie, of all people, raised her hand first. When Beth saw that her hand shot up, too. Denise was right with her. Danni raised both of her hands.

"You already voted," I said, giving her a sour look. "And you sure don't get two votes."

"I had to vote for Phee because she's too chicken to put her own hand up," said Danni, smoothly.

"I am not!" yipped my sister. "I just don't want to see him ... that way."

"Yes you do," said Danni, again smoothly. She looked at me. "We voted. Strip, Tut."

This wasn't working out like I had thought it would. On the other hand, there is a certain amount of undeniable thrill that goes along with four hot girls all agreeing they want to see you naked. On the third hand ... there was that pesky boner that would, no doubt, screw things up royally. No pun intended.

"You might not like what you see," I suggested.

"You're not the buffest guy in the world," said Denise, "but you're not ugly either."

"He's talking about his manhood," said Danni. "He's still hard. Or hard again. Thutmose has an eee-rec-shun, ladies, and it's all for us." She grinned. She was having a good time, and that was the hardest part of all for me to understand. I trusted her, which meant I didn't believe this was all some charade to get me into a compromising position, whereupon they would yell "Surprise!" and invite the neighbors in to join the fun. I think it was instinct that made me realize she was covering for being nervous ... maybe even a little scared.

"It's not all for you," I said. "It's because of all of you."

My sister licked her lips, but she didn't scold me.

So I reached for the waistband of my shorts and bent over while I shoved them to my ankles. I stepped out of them as I stood up. I could feel the heat suffuse my face as I blushed. I was nervous, but not worried, exactly. My penis was as long and straight as I'd ever seen it, pointing upwards at a 45 degree angle, and I doubted they'd seen all that many they could compare it to.

Beth confirmed that, as she sighed. "Knowing about it is one thing," she said softly. "Actually seeing it is another."

"Are you ... normal?" That was Frankie.

"As far as I know," I answered. "It's frowned upon to stare at the other guys in the showers after gym, so I don't actually know for sure."

"It looks like it hurts," said Denise. "Does it?"

"Nope," I said. I was amazed that this wasn't really all that bad.

"Can I feel it?" asked Beth.

"No, you can not feel it!" snapped my sister.

"Why not?" complained Beth. "I distinctly remember everyone agreeing they wished they could feel one."

"That was in theory," said Phee. "And we didn't all agree we wanted to feel Tut's!"

"I do," said Denise.

"Me too," said Danni, her voice barely a whisper.

"Not me," said Frankie. "I'm with Phee on this one, regardless of what I might have said at a previous sleepover."

"Just ask him how he does it, and get this over with!" growled my sister. "This is a stupid idea!"

"No it's not," said Beth. "You don't have to touch it. Neither does Frankie."

All this banter actually made me feel calmer. They were arguing, which meant they were not a united front. For some reason that gave me a feeling that I still had some power.

"Ahem," I said, theatrically. "Shouldn't someone ask the model if he cares if people grope him?"

"You've got a boner because of us," said Danni. "And you probably have pathetic dreams that we touch you."

I stared at her, suddenly angry. I bent over, retrieved my shorts and stepped into them, pulling them up. "You're not always right," I said.

"Now see what you did?!" accused Beth, pushing at Danni. "You always have to try to be on top, and I know why, Danni. It's because you're scared of him!"

"You're insane," snorted Danni. "He's just a boy, like all the others. He probably wants what all the others want too. That's a very short jump to an obvious conclusion."

"You're scared," insisted Beth. "You're scared because you like him, and you know you'd be helpless if he tried to do you!"

I thought I was going to get to see a cat fight, but Phee interrupted them loudly.

"Shut up, you two. You're both acting like sluts." She turned to me. "Tut, please take your shorts off and show us how a guy jerks off. Then you can go to bed."

You could have heard a pin drop, and all the girls looked like statues. Surprised statues.

I thought about it. I could drop my shorts. And I could flog my log. And despite the fact that I had never masturbated in front of anybody before, I already knew there was no way I was going to be able to cum with five girls, including my sister, watching me. Of course they might not know the difference. I could just fake it and get the heck out. And it was getting awfully weird.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

Phee looked down.

"Are you all sure?"

There was a very soft chorus of assenting-like sounds. I wanted to make sure nobody would scream or get all goofy.

"Does anybody object? Because if anybody objects, I won't do it."

They all just looked at me. Well, all of them except Phee, who was still looking down. What I could see of her face looked pretty pink.

So I shoved my shorts back down and started stroking my rod.

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I was right. There wasn't anything very sexy about jerking off in front of five girls, especially when you're supposed to deliver a lecture on what you're doing while you do it. On the other hand, I'm an expert at beating off and, believe it or not, sometimes guys do compare notes about things like that. So I knew the differences between what I did, being uncircumcised, and what guys do who have been cut.

So I told them about that, and said that as long as the guy has all his parts, it's easy, because the foreskin does the actual work of stimulating the head. I admit I got a little bit carried away when I said that one way to get lubrication for the hand to deal with the other kind of penis was to get it wet ... with saliva. There were a bunch of gasps at that point, and Frankie plainly stated, "No fucking way in hell!"

But I was right about not being able to cum. So after stroking it for maybe three minutes, I decided trying to fake it was probably a stupid idea, so I just stopped and said, "That's about it."

"No it's not," said Danni, almost instantly. "You didn't squirt."

"I can't squirt right now," I said.

"Why not?"

"Because this isn't the right atmosphere in which to do that," I said, hoping they'd just take my word for it.

"Wait!" said Beth. "Guys look at pictures of naked women when they do it ... don't they."

"I guess some do," I said. "But if they're doing that, then they don't need your help, now do they?"

"Like the pictures you found tonight," insisted Beth. "Of us."

I wasn't about to dig myself into that hole. But their ... thirst for knowledge ... had not been quenched.

"Would you, or would you not have looked at those pictures while you jerked off, at some future point in time?" That was Danni again. I was beginning to think she didn't actually like me.

"Yes," I admitted dully. There was no avoiding it.

"Why?" asked Beth. "Why do guys look at pictures of naked women when they do that?"

Danni snorted. "Because they fantasize they're doing it with them, of course."

"Really?" That was Phee. "Is that true, Tut? Do you fantasize about having sex when you ... jerk off?"

I was really in trouble here, and I did not want to have to apologize to my sister again for being the pervert I so clearly was. But I got an idea.

"Guys are human, just like girls. I suspect that what I think about when I ... um, do that ... is the same kind of thing you guys think about when you ... do that."

It was fascinating to see them all go still. There wasn't a pink face among them at first. They all looked so pale they looked ill. But then their faces got bright red and I knew I'd hit a nerve. I also knew I was out of the woods, at least for a few minutes.

"See why it's not the best ... um ... atmosphere for me to try to, uh, squirt?" I hoped that would close the door on this weird and somewhat disastrous evening.

But feminine curiosity is strong, and I was not to be let off that quickly.

"We could give him the pictures back," whispered Beth.

"You've got to be shitting me," I groaned.

"Not my picture!" yipped Frankie. "I don't want him thinking stuff like that about me while he does that!"

"I guess it would be a little weird," Beth said, backpedaling.

Phee just covered her eyes. That left Denise and Danni, but it didn't really matter, because any pictures they were in, had the others in them too.

"Look," I said. "If and when you need to do it, the atmosphere will be there. You'll be with a guy you like, and he'll like you too." I remembered Ricky Simpson complaining that when his girlfriend jerked him off, he got too excited and it was over too fast. I tried to communicate that. "In a situation like that you won't have to worry if he'll spurt. He won't be able to stop himself. He'll spurt like crazy."

I guess it sounded like I was speaking from experience.

"Has a girl ever done it for you?" asked Danni. Her voice had an edge to it, suddenly.

"No," I admitted. "But from what I'm told, if a girl ever did, she'd be successful." I was pretty sure we were finished, so I got a little cocky. "Any volunteers to find out if I'm right?"

I bent over and picked up my shorts again. I didn't put them on. I was just going to go back to my room and finish what I'd started here. The atmosphere over there would be just fine, especially since the tumblr site was probably still open. I doubted Phee had closed it after she finished examining it.

Danni had been sitting between Phee and Beth on the edge of the bed. She stood up and approached me. She was wearing flannel pajamas. They all were. It was the official sleepover uniform. She came closer to me than I would have believed, her eyes level with mine.

"Is that true? No girl has ever touched you?" Her eyes were intense.

"I guess so," I said. I swallowed.

"You guess so?" I sensed storm clouds gathering.

"Okay, no. I admit it. I'm a virgin, okay?"

She seemed to think about that, and then she said "We want to see it spurt. I guess maybe I could ... help a little."

"Danni!" hissed my sister.

You could have knocked me over with a feather. Meanwhile, I felt a drip of precum ooze out of the tip of my cock.

Danni was still staring into my eyes, but when she spoke it was obviously to Phee.

"We talked about this too, Phee. We all knew it would come to this sooner or later."

"We never agreed about it!" argued Phee.

"Does the model agree?" she asked, looking into my eyes.

My mouth opened and closed several times. I probably looked like a fish.

"He said yes," lied Danni, and I swear she actually winked at me!

There was a hubbub in the room as girls left the bed. All except Phee, as it turned out. She was still sitting there when Danni went down to her knees in front of me, which allowed me to see the half circle of cheerleaders all gathered around. It seemed that there was, in fact, going to be a hands-on demonstration portion of the lecture.

Danni reached for my cock like she'd done it a hundred times before. Her grip was firm, and her hand felt hot. But as she stroked it, I could tell she'd never done this before, because she was hesitant, and her movements were experimental.

"It feels weird," she said softly. And then she started giving them all her description of what she was experiencing. Which was good, because I couldn't have talked if my life had depended on it. Suddenly, the atmosphere was juuuust fine for spurting. In fact, she probably only got maybe five full strokes in before I got this awful feeling that Danni was going to be really mad at me. And that's because I was paralyzed. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak.

I couldn't warn her.

On stroke number seven, a thick, healthy line of pearl white fluid leapt from the tip of my cock. Luckily it struck her right under her chin, instead of in the face. Her surprise caused her to jerk downwards on it long enough for two more spurts to soil the top of her PJs. Then she let go and it bounced wildly as the remaining two spurts arced up into the air, trying to find more victims. They were short, though, and landed with wet splats on the floor, right beside the toes of Beth and ... you guessed it ... Frankie.

They reacted as expected, jumping backwards, yelling, "Ewwww," and being totally stupid about it. I mean they hadn't even been touched. It was Danni I was horrified about. I looked down, to find her looking up at me, her hand already at her throat, wiping away the mess I'd made there.

"Sorry!" I blurted.

And then I bolted for my room.



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Chapter 3


You couldn't lock the bathroom doors from the outside. I fully expected Danni to come storming in with murder in mind ... but she didn't. In fact, they left me alone the rest of the night. This is not to say I couldn't hear them, but it was strange, because they honestly didn't sound any different than they had on other nights. I mean I could hear voices, but not what was being said, and those voices kept speaking until I finally fell into an exhausted sleep. They obviously hadn't been traumatized into silence, but that didn't mean they would still tolerate my existence.

It had been weird. It was still weird, because I couldn't figure out how to feel about it. What was arguably one of the best things that had ever happened to me had... happened to me. There wasn't a guy in school who wouldn't give his left nut to get Danni Nelson to jerk him off. But that hadn't happened like all those guys - including me - would have dreamed about it. Yes, her hand had stroked my rod and made me spurt, but there was a down side, in terms of the girls probably never speaking to me again, and maybe hating me... including Danni Nelson.

There was no way I could face them in the morning. I had heard our parents come home around three, but I skipped breakfast and just stayed in bed. Since I didn't get to sleep until maybe four, I was able to sleep until ten. Even then, I tiptoed around and listened before I went into a room, just to be sure. It was pretty clear the girls were gone, though, so I relaxed and had a bowl of cereal.

I had slept in the shorts, and I figured they probably needed washing, so I went back to my room to get dressed. Things were feeling almost normal.

Phee was sitting on my bed, waiting for me.

She was dressed for the day, which made me feel kind of naked. That had never happened before. She had her hands in her lap and had been looking at them or something because she looked up as I came into the room. I had no idea what to say to her. I had stopped when I saw her, and we just looked at each other for what seemed like a long time.

She finally spoke. "You okay?"

I was astonished. She was worried about me?

"Yes!" I said, a little too eagerly, most likely. "Are you okay?"

"I don't know," she said.

My heart sank.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"What for?" Her face had a look on it I couldn't quite figure out.

"What for?" I was astonished again. "I like Danni. And now she'll probably never speak to me again."

That look persisted.

"I didn't know you liked her," she said.

The way she said "liked" rang a bell in my head. She was using it in a different way than I had used it. She had used it the way kids at school used it, which injected it with all kinds of extra meaning.

"Not like that," I said. "I like all your friends. Sometimes you guys are a pain in the ass, but I wasn't complaining. You know what I mean?"

She neither nodded nor shook her head.

"Mom and Dad are going to kill me when they see those pictures," she said.

So that was what that look was all about. What I was seeing must be a version of my sister's defeated look. That was rare, because she was rarely defeated.

"They'll never see them," I said. Now she looked interested. "Think about it. They don't surf those sites, and probably none of their friends do either. It's the first time I saw them, and I hang around pages like that all the time."

I blinked. I had just admitted to my sister that I routinely went to porn sites.

"What I mean is that there are thousands of sites, and your picture is only on one of them." I almost said "so far," but managed to keep that inside. I knew how I had seen the same pictures on hundreds of sites. If a girl looked good, her picture proliferated all over the place as people reblogged it. Even then, though, the older a picture was, the less likely it was to appear on a recent month's page. Unless, of course, it was a really good picture. And, come to think of it, Phee's was a really good one. I decided not to tell her all that too.

"So it's true," she said. "You look at pictures while you ... um ... do that."

It took me a few seconds to get my voice to work. Then I tried to make it sound really casual, like it was really unimportant. "Sometimes, I guess."

"Is that why you print them?"

Even a blind man could see she was referring to the fact that I had printed her picture. I tried to reassure her, as much as a pervert could reassure anybody.

"That's the first time I ever printed anything! Honest! I've never printed any pictures before this!"

She stared at me for the longest time, as it slowly dawned on me that, based on my actions (printing the pictures) and what I had just said, that made those particular pictures really special somehow.

"I only did it to show you!" I said. "I mean I wanted you to know how stupid it was to put them on there, and I figured that if I had them it would shock you into not doing that any more."

"We didn't put them online," she said.

"Yeah, but I didn't know that," I said. "I mean there are thousands of pictures that girls took of themselves and it's obvious they put them on there. They're laughing and joking and..." I thought of Frankie, licking Beth's split. "Other stuff," I finished weakly. "Girls do it all the time. When I saw the pictures it was only natural I thought you guys had done it on purpose too. I mean, that time I caught you taking your own picture ... I didn't think about it then, but it's like the ones I see on those sites all the time."

She sighed, and her shoulders dropped. "I just wanted to see what I would look like. I wasn't going to show it to anybody. But it doesn't matter now. They're there, and they'll never go away. And if Mom or Dad or any of their friends ever see them, I'll be grounded until I'm thirty."

She stood up, and started for the bathroom door, which was probably how she had gotten into my room in the first place.

"Anyway," she said, looking over her shoulder. "Thanks."

"Thanks?" My voice must have sounded shocked, because she stopped and turned around.

"Yeah," she said. "For not being a dickhead about it, and for showing us what you ... um ... showed us."

"You're serious?" I gasped. "You're actually glad I did that?"

"You impressed the crap out of the girls," she said, smiling for the first time that morning. "If this was one of those stupid superhero movies you love so much, my next line would be 'You have taken the first step toward immortality!'"

I stared at her, dumbfounded. "You mean Danni's not pissed at me?"

"Danni?" Her eyebrows went up. "Not at all. She couldn't stop talking about it. Even Frankie said it was the coolest thing she ever saw, and I'm not completely convinced Frankie even likes boys."

I thought of that picture of Frankie and Beth again, and spoke without thinking it through first.

"Does Beth?"

Phee stared at me for a few seconds. That look was back on her face again ... the one I had thought was involved with her feeling defeated. But that was all wrong for the current situation, so I was confused.

"Oh, Beth likes boys," she said, her voice quite firm. "You'll find that out at the next sleepover."

And with that she turned and left my room.

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Now, I don't know about you, but my conversation with Phee convinced me I was golden. Hadn't she said the girls thought I was the next best thing since sliced bread? Not in those words, of course, but you know what I mean. And what did that comment mean about the next sleepover mean? My fantasies went wild.

So I was absolutely confused when I was completely and irrevocably ignored by the whole bunch... including my sister. You'd have thought I didn't even exist. At school, I saw Denise and walked up to her and said "Hi," and she acted like she hadn't heard me. She brushed on by me without even making eye contact. Frankie was next. She was standing with some friends, and before I could say anything at all to her she said "I gotta go," and went the other way. It wasn't until I got home from school that my sister sidled up to me and said "Don't talk to the girls at school, stupid!" Then she walked away. She spoke to me in a civil manner at supper, in front of the parents, but other than that she steered clear of me completely.

I was mystified.

It went on for two weeks. I finally decided that they'd thought about things and changed their minds. Girls do that, you know. So I was equally mystified when, on a Friday morning as we were waiting for the bus, Phee said "Don't make any plans for tonight." She timed that for when the bus doors opened, and of course she sat in the back with her friends, so I couldn't talk to her.

I finally cornered her at home after school and asked her what was going on.

"Sleepover," she said, her voice light and airy.

"Tonight?" I was shocked for some reason. "Here?"

She gave me a perfectly normal sister-to-brother look and said "Well duh, Einstein."

I didn't feel much like Einstein.

"So what am I supposed to do?" I asked.

"Nothing," she said. "We'll come get you when we're ready for you."

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When you're seventeen, and a guy, it's pretty normal to feel like you're superior to girls a year or two younger than you. I don't mean that in a bad way. You just feel older and wiser. And yes, I know how stupid that sounds to somebody who's actually grown up, but that's the way it is when you're a kid.

Now, add to that the fact that four popular girls are eager to get you alone in your sister's room, and that past behavior suggests future benefits, and a guy might get a little overconfident.

It turned out that it was Frankie who came through my bathroom door to get me and, as I might have been just the teeniest bit overconfident, I said "You have on your PJs. Somebody forgot to tell you to get naked before you came to get me."

Somebody also forgot to tell her she should be flattered when a hot guy says something like that to her.

She folded her arms across her chest. "When pigs fly, asshole."

Then she turned around and went back into the bathroom. She closed the door.

It stayed closed for a long time, and then Danni opened it. She came in, closed the door behind her and came to stand by my bed.

"Move over," she said.

I thought she was going to get on the bed with me, and that was a great idea, so I moved over and got on my side. She sat down on the bed, instead of lying down beside me. She stared at me for a bit.

"We have a problem," she finally said.

"Nothing a little lovin' can't solve," I said, cockily.

"And that is the problem," she said.

I misunderstood. I patted the bed beside me in invitation.

She shook her head. She actually looked like she felt sorry for me or something. Then she got up and went back to Phee's room through the bathroom.

The bathroom door stayed closed a lot longer this time. I began to suspect that all was not well, for some reason. That was confirmed when the next girl to come into my room was Phee. She cut right to the chase.

"You're acting like a jerk," she said, "and you're making my friends mad at me."

"What did I do?" I complained, in typical clueless teenaged male incomprehension.

So she explained it to me.

The girls were, as I have already indicated, very close. They'd been having these sleepovers for years and years, and anything could be (and was) discussed. Of course as they got older, that included boys, and sex and all that. Like all kids, they asked each other questions, but sometimes nobody knew the answer. At one point, when someone wondered aloud why boys did this or that thing (she couldn't remember who it was, or what she wanted to know) someone else had said Phee should get the answer from me. Phee, of course, thought that was a terrible idea. She had said, "Go ask him yourself."

That led to a standing joke in the group. Any time any odd or incomprehensible male behavior came up, somebody would say, "We should go ask Tut."

"So it was a joke," I said.

She shook her head. "It used to be a joke. Remember a couple of months ago when I asked you why guys like Call of Duty so much?"

She was talking about Tina Johnson breaking up with John Disston. He was supposed to go with her to her cousin's wedding, but called her and said he had a family emergency. She found out what really happened was that he got into a marathon game of Call of Duty. Phee had asked me why a guy would do that ... mess up a good thing with a girl over what she called "a stupid game." We had ended up talking about it for quite a while.

"You told the girls what we talked about?"

"No, stupid. They got me to come ask you about it. After that, they wanted to ask more things."

"Why didn't you just ask me, then?" I asked.

"They've all had a crush on you at one time or another," she said.

"Except Frankie," I said automatically.

"Especially Frankie!" she said. "Frankie was the first one to get all googly-eyed and talk about how cute you were."

"You're kidding!" I was amazed.

"When we were in seventh grade. We teased her about it mercilessly. We were horrible. And you ignored her completely. We've all apologized to her since then, but she's still hurt about it."

"Oh." What else could I say? It was ancient history.

"The point is that we grew up and so did you. You started paying more attention to them, and they all like you. And waiting for me to ask a question and come back is no fun. So they started trying to figure out how to get you to agree to talk directly to them as a group."

"Okay," I said. "Why didn't they just ask me?"

"Because it doesn't work that way!" she insisted.

"Well how does it work?" I was starting to get frustrated.

"I told them about how you caught me taking a picture of myself nude."

I blinked. "Okay. So what?"

"So, I told them you looked at me like I was a girl instead of your sister."

Damn. That meant she knew I was a pervert.

"Oh." Again, what else could I say?

"Tut, the whole reason we started taking pictures like that was because we thought, eventually, we might show one of them to some special guy or something. You know, instead of letting him see me for real, I could just show him a picture, and see what he thought, or whatever."

"I thought you told me you just wanted to see what it would look like yourself," I said.

"Of course I did," she said. "You don't show somebody a picture of yourself you don't like."

"Well who the hell are you going to show a picture like that to?" I asked, upset now.

"Nobody!" she yipped. "Not now. Maybe someday ... but not now."

"Well that's stupid," I said.

"Why?" She looked hurt.

"Because no guy would ever say a naked picture of you looked bad. He'd just say he wished he could see the real thing."

"That's what Danni said." My sister cocked her head and suddenly I was being examined. "She also said that if you saw some of us naked, we could get you to do anything we wanted."

It hit me. I had been gamed! And I had been gamed by sixteen-year-old Danni Nelson! I rolled to my back and covered my face with both hands. I groaned.

"Why are you upset?" asked my sister. "After all, you got what you wanted too ... didn't you?"

I calmed down. She was right, actually. I had gotten something out of the deal. And this new version of Phoenix was interesting, not least because while she knew I was a pervert who liked looking at a picture of his nude sister, she didn't seem to be freaked out by it, or making demands or whatever. The other reason she was so interesting was because she was willing to tell me so much about things most guys never get to hear about at all.

I thought about the other two who had preceded Phee this evening.

"So Frankie and Danni thought I had been tamed and was supposed to be putty in their hands, and I didn't play the game," I deduced out loud.

"It has nothing to do with playing any games," said Phee. "You were just being a jerk."

"I wasn't being a jerk, I was just being me!" I complained.

"You know what I think?" she said. "I think that because of what happened last time, you assumed you could just act like a guy and everything would be fine."

"Not that I agree with you," I said, "but isn't that the whole point? I'm supposed to be a guy, aren't I?"

"You're supposed to be Tut, not the same boys that we run into everywhere else ... boys who don't really care about us. We know plenty of guys who just want stuff from us, and want to try to get away with as much as they can. That's not why the girls got infatuated with you, Tut. They liked the person you are. Don't be a jerk. Be yourself."

I thought about that. It was already obvious why Frankie had been ticked off. And I finally understood that sad shake of Danni's head, and what she'd said.

"Maybe I should talk to them," I said.

"Maybe you should apologize to them," said my sister.

"Maybe they shouldn't have gamed me," I reminded her.

"I'll talk to them about that," she said. "You just go do what you're so good at."

"What's that?" I asked.

She looked at me and then looked away, like she was nervous or something.

"Making a girl want what she shouldn't want."

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They were lined up on the edge of the bed, sitting shoulder to shoulder. Phee had climbed on the bed and sat behind them. They looked hostile.

I had put on a robe. Displaying my masculinity wasn't really going to get me anything at this point, and might even cause problems.

In the "be myself" concept of things, I didn't plan out what to say. I decided to just talk to them. It's possible I messed that up with the very first thing I said.

"Look, I need to tell you some things, so don't interrupt me until I'm finished, okay?"

The hostile feel in the room grew, if anything, but I was already framing my next words.

"Phee told me why you started taking the pictures that I ended up finding online. She said you were trying to figure out if you were desirable to men or not. She also explained how this 'ask Thutmose' thing came about, and how Danni said that if she let me see her naked you guys could get me to do anything you wanted."

Danni turned and glared over her shoulder at Phee, but I went on.

"You guys are on the cheer squad. You're popular. You're all pretty ... even gorgeous sometimes. When you do your routines, some of what you do is very sexy. Add to that the fact that you're intelligent, and funny sometimes, and it all makes up this thing that all guys crave in their dreams."

I looked at each one of them, eye to eye. I still saw hostility there, but they all looked back at me.

"So here's what I want you to understand. It is ridiculous for you to worry about whether guys think you're desirable or not. I'm going to be conservative, and say there might only be ten thousand guys out there who would kill to get to be able to hear you whisper that you love them. I'm not saying all guys would adore you, but when the time comes, you're going to have to turn a bunch of guys down. You're going to have your pick. That's how attractive each and every one of you is."

I had definitely wanted to say that much. I wasn't sure where to go from there, though. I looked at the girls again. The hostility had softened quite a bit. Beth was even smiling. Danni looked guarded, though, and that reminded me that she had gamed me.

"Now Danni is right. You can use your bodies to get most guys to do about anything you want. But think about what that means. It means you're using your body as a tool. You're treating your body like it's money, and trading it away for something you think you want. And a lot of guys will be cool with that. They don't want anything permanent. They want to hop on, and ride the ride, and then go somewhere else in the carnival and ride a different ride. But where does that leave you?"

Again, I had made a point, but I didn't know where to go next. To cover for that, I said "Questions?"

"Yeah, I have one," said Frankie. "Why are you telling us all this?"

I knew the answer to that one.

"Because we haven't been honest with each other," I said. "If we're going to do whatever this thing is that you guys want to do, and if I'm going to be any good to you for whatever it is you want from me, then we need to be honest with each other, so we can say whatever needs to be said, and you won't get mad and I won't be a jerk."

That hadn't ended up quite like I had intended, but I was stuck with it.

"I've been honest with you," argued Frankie.

"No you haven't," I shot back. She took a breath but I cut her off. "You never told me you had a crush on me. I never knew you thought I was cute."

She turned red and shot Phee a look that would kill anybody else on the spot. I kept going.

"But there's more. I wasn't honest with you, either. I never told you I thought you were cute. I never told you I wished you were older, so I could ask you out. I ignored you because you were too young. That wasn't fair to you."

"That's a nice speech," said Danni. "But girls don't go up to guys and say 'I think you're cute!' especially when they're a grade ahead of you."

"True," I said. "But that's in normal circumstances. What you've asked me to do is not normal circumstances. I like all of you, and I've wanted to take every one of you out at some point in the past. You all have good personalities. I love to watch you cheer. I'm happy when I know there's going to be a sleepover, because I know that will mean I get to be around you."

"You want to see us naked," argued Frankie.

"Okay, that's true," I said, looking right at her. "I do want to see you naked. It seems like I've always wanted to see you naked ... all of you. That's just because I'm a male of the species, but it doesn't mean I don't care about anything else. Most guys you know now, or will ever meet are well aware they'll never get to see any of you naked. That's why those pictures will probably go viral. Those pictures are a dream come true for a thousand guys! They were for me."

"But that's creepy!" moaned Frankie.

I walked over to her. I stood right in front of her.

"I have seen pictures of you naked," I said softly. "If I treated you any different because of that, I'm sorry. What you need to understand is that seeing those pictures didn't make me feel any differently about you than I did before."

I stepped back and looked at the rest of them.

"That goes for all of you. It was a treat, yes. I admit that. I'd like to see them again. I admit that too. But more importantly, I was worried about you guys. I thought you posted them on purpose, and if that was true, then you were being stupid and were making dangerous decisions. I found out that's not the case, and I'm glad for that. It's possible you haven't heard the last of those pictures, though, and you need to be ready if that happens."

I felt pretty good. There was no flow to what I was saying, but I had said some things I hoped were good things to have been said.

Beth looked over her shoulder at Phee.

"I never had a big brother before. Is he always like this?"

"Not hardly," snorted my sister.

"Yes," said Danni. "Let's talk about sisters."

That was dangerous territory. But there was a dangerous glint in Danni's eyes too, and I felt my stomach begin to sink.

"Are you mad at me?" I blurted.

She actually stopped to think about that. Then the danger went out of her face and confusion replaced it.

"Yes ... but I don't know why."

"Because you like him, and he has the hots for his sister," Denise was kind enough to remind her.

"I'm hot for all of you!" I said. Who knows why I said it. Maybe there was some damaged part of my brain that thought that would make it all okay.

"That's just so creepy!" moaned Frankie.

I looked at her again.

"Are you afraid of me, Frankie?"

"No!" she barked instantly.

"Are you afraid I'll try to rape you, or something?"

"Of course not!" she said again. The look on her face suggested she was quite confident in her ability to kill me if I ever tried.

"Then what are you worried about? I'm not going to try to do anything to you against your will. I think you know that. You need to understand that every guy you ever meet is going to look at you as a potential score. Make good decisions about which ones you trust and that won't be a problem for you."

I was out of things to say, at least for the moment. I didn't want to leave, though, so I just stood there and let them think about things. It was Beth who finally moved things along.

"So ... what now?" she asked.



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Chapter 4


It was spooky. When Beth asked what came next, all four of them turned to look at Phee. I was not to find out for another month why that was, but it was weird, that's for sure.

She looked past them at me, and said "If you guys want to go on like planned, that's fine with me."

The girls turned back to look at me.

Danni said, "What do you want from us?"

I blinked. "I thought it was the other way around. I thought you had questions, and I was supposed to try to answer them."

"You wanted me to jerk you off last time ... didn't you?" She was blunt, and I saw Frankie flinch. I reminded myself I had just told them we had to be honest with each other.

"Of course," I said. "Every guy will."

"So what else are you going to want?"

She sounded odd. Her voice was strained. Worried, maybe.

"How about this?" I said. "How about as things go along, you tell me what you want, and I'll tell you what I want, and then we can figure out what would be best to do ... and not do."

"What if you want something, and we don't?" She was leaning forward. I wouldn't find out how important this question was until much later either.

"Then say you don't want it, and that will be the end of it."

She visibly relaxed. At least until Beth leaned into her and said, "But you know you do want it." Then she giggled, while Danni blushed.

Beth's giggle seemed to relax all of them. There was a somewhat awkward sort of "intermission" until I asked, "So ... what's on the agenda for tonight?"

Denise said "Well, we had something planned, but now I'm not so sure it's a good idea anymore."

"What was that?" I asked.

Frankie shuddered. "The rest of them wanted to know what it was like to do that to you."

"Do what to me?" I asked.

I admit I knew what she was talking about. Everybody did. It was mean. So I apologized.

"I'm sorry," I said, reaching for her hand. "That's a good example of teasing that doesn't do any good."

"Forget about it," she said, pulling at her hand. I kept it.

"Can I ask you something?"

She pulled harder, but said "Yes."

"Have you ever kissed a boy?"

"Of course I have!" she growled, pulling even harder.

"Would you kiss me?" I asked, and let her hand go.

"Why?"

That response told me something. On the surface, Frankie was antagonistic about me. But somewhere underneath was still that girl who had liked me at some time in the past. That was over now, of course, but not for the right reasons. She'd never had a chance to explore those feelings, and neither had I, for that matter. We never got a chance to break up, or lose interest slowly. And there was still some residual attraction there.

"I don't know. I guess I've always wondered what it would be like to kiss you. You're always acting like you don't like me or any other guy. If that's true, then it's sad, because you have a lot to offer a guy."

"Not you," she said, but it seemed like an automatic response, rather than a heartfelt one.

"If we could get past the tenseness between us, I think we'd both have a lot better time," I suggested.

"And you think kissing would get rid of the tenseness?"

"I think if you kiss me, you'll have a lot better feeling for how I really feel about you," I said.

None of the other girls had said a word, so I darted a glance at them. Phee and Danni were looking at Frankie. Beth and Denise were looking at me. All four of them had a look of anticipation on their faces. I looked back at Frankie, who met my eyes.

"Please?" I asked.

She swallowed. Her eyes shifted to her friends, but came back to me almost immediately.

"I'm not touching your thing," she said.

"I'm not asking you to," I said.

"This is stupid," she said.

"Please?" I begged.

Her eyes jittered left and right.

"Not in front of them," she said.

I thought about that.

"I think it would be better if everything that's said, and everything that happens, be done in the group," I said. "I mean we're all in this together ... as friends ... right?"

"Friends don't kiss," said Frankie.

"Good ones ... the ones in this group, do," I said.

There was movement among the other girls. I wasn't sure whether that was because they had been reminded they had kissed each other - that was caught in the pictures - or because it suggested I'd also be kissing the rest of them.

"This is so stupid," she said again.

Danni spoke. "Frankie, do you want to kiss Tut or not? Yes or no?" Her voice was completely empty of emotion.

Frankie turned her head. "You know I do!" she spat.

"Then kiss him!" Danni spat back.

Things got really interesting then. My thought had been that a nice mildly intimate kiss would loosen her up a little bit. I was sure I could transmit my own emotions through a kiss like that, and that she'd know I really did like her. And when she crashed into me and our lips were suddenly welded together, that's what I was prepared to do.

What I was not prepared for was the depth of emotion I got back from Frankie. My kiss was warm and welcoming. Hers was hot and hungry. There was no tongue involved, though our lips were loose enough to have permitted that. But this kiss wasn't for that kind of passion. It was a first kiss ... an exploratory kiss ... and experimental kiss, between two people who knew they were attracted to the other, but weren't capable of believing the feeling was mutual.

In the first seconds of the kiss, that inability to believe vanished like smoke in the wind. We communicated. Put it that way. And we communicated for a good minute and a half before Danni said, "Geez, you two, get a room." We broke apart then, and as I looked into her eyes I saw relief, and gratitude and something else I wasn't sure about.

"Wow," I said softly.

"Wow," she said back to me.

"Break it up!" laughed Beth, and I realized my hands had been sliding all over Frankie's back, quite possibly onto her rump as well.

"I'm still not touching your thing," whispered Frankie, but there was a glint in her eye this time.

"Yes you are," I said. And I kissed her again, just a long, friendly peck, during which I nipped at her lips.

Her lips kissed me back as she punched me in the stomach. It wasn't a hard punch, but I let go of her and turned to face the others.

"Who's next?" I said, and struck a pose.

I didn't actually mean it. I mean I was posturing in typical male fashion, but they took me seriously. Maybe it was the look on Frankie's face. Of course they'd all seen the kiss(es), so maybe that had something to do with it too. And Phee had said they'd all had a crush on me at one time or another. In any case, Beth stood up and said, "I will."

Just so you don't have to go back to the beginning, let me recap Beth's physical attributes. She was sixteen, with long, raven black hair, which was loose at the moment. She had large breasts, and wide hips. The thought of taking her into my arms woke my dick up. I know that sounds odd, because Frankie's kiss had reached right down inside me and jerked on something that still felt connected. But it hadn't given me a boner.

Beth took a step toward me and then stopped, suddenly looking uncertain. I took a step toward her and stopped, just waiting. She took another step, and was right there in front of me.

"I've always wanted to kiss you too," I said softly.

"You have?" Her voice was high.

"Oh give me a break," muttered Danni.

I looked over at her and frowned. She stuck out her tongue at me, but somehow the look on her face didn't back up her supposed cavalier attitude.

"Do you want to jump to the front of the line?" I asked.

Beth said, "No!" and turned to face her friend.

Danni held up both hands. "I'm not even in this line!" she said.

"Yes you are," I said. "Everybody is. It won't be fair to Frankie any other way."

"What?" Danni looked confused. "Who says?"

"I do!" That was Frankie, bless her heart. "You guys ragged on me for a whole year because I wanted to kiss him. And then, later on, you wanted to do the same thing. All of you did. Well, not Phee, but all the rest of you did."

"We said we were sorry," said Denise. "But I'll kiss him," she added quickly enough that it made me feel good.

I turned back to Beth, and reached for her waist, pulling her against me.

"You ready?" I asked, and then felt silly.

"I guess so," she said, a little breathlessly.

"You've kissed guys before," I said.

"Millions of times," she sighed, but her eyes didn't quite focus.

I kissed her the same way I had kissed Frankie, trying to put as much emotion into my lips as I could. It was an interesting kiss, but not because of her lips. They were fine and all that, warm and loose and very welcoming. But it was her body that affected me the most. I had stroked Frankie's back, but it was an automatic response, rather than intentional. And Frankie is pretty flat, especially compared to Beth. Beth's big, soft breasts pressed into my chest and, where my robe was parted, I could feel the heat of them through the flannel of her PJs. My hands stroked her back on purpose, feeling for the bra strap that wasn't there. Her hips pressed into mine and that erection she was responsible for pressed into hers.

She felt that erection too, because she moaned and thrust her hips at mine. Then she broke the kiss and pushed at me hard, saying "Oh shit ... Oh shit ... I'm gonna fall down." Danni grabbed her and muscled her back to the edge of the bed, where she sat hard. She fell backwards onto Phee's lap and let her arms flop out beside her.

That left Danni and Denise, who were sitting side by side. Denise was looking at Beth, her eyes wide. Danni looked mad. I reached for Denise's hand and pulled.

"Me?" she squeaked, but stood up.

I didn't talk to her or give her any warning. I just pulled her against me and gave her the works. She wasn't wearing a bra either. Her breasts were small, but hard as rocks. About ten seconds into it her tongue fluttered against my lips and her hips pushed against mine. She felt that boner too, and rubbed against it, gripping me tighter. I sensed, in Denise, a willingness to do much, much more, and I let my right hand slide down onto her ass. She didn't bat an eye. Little, blond Denise was hot to trot.

Frankie was suddenly there, sliding her hands between us.

"Break it up. It's Danni's turn."

"Why are you so worried about me?" complained Danni, who did not look happy as I let Denise go. She was smiling, and licked her lips. It was obvious she'd had a good time, and she didn't care who saw.

"Because you need to kiss him," said Frankie.

"Why?"

"Do it for me."

"I still can't believe you kissed him!" muttered Danni.

"I know how you feel," said Frankie. "I was scared too. But it's worth it, Danni. You said you knew I wanted to. Well I know you want to too. Just do it."

Danni stood up almost violently.

"Let's get this over with," she said, sounding disgusted.

But when I sealed my lips to hers, she whimpered into my mouth and almost fell down. I had to squeeze her tight and lean backwards a little just to help her stand up. That forced my boner right into her love nest, because being tall like she was, it was perfectly placed. Her hands reached for my waist, pushing my robe back, and she gripped my waist painfully and pushed.

But only for a second.

Then she seemed to gain strength, but her attitude changed at the same time. Instead of trying to get away from me, her hands slid inside my robe and to my naked back. She crushed me to her and her tongue thrust into my mouth.

This girl had spent some time kissing guys. She was good!

She was also as passionate as Frankie had been. She rubbed her chest against me, and twisted her face to the left, and then the right. I was so surprised I let both hands slid squarely onto her ass, and all she did was moan into my mouth some more.

"Hah!" crowed Frankie, standing right beside us. "I told you so."

By the time we were finished, though, Danni was crying. As I let go of her she made fists and beat them on my chest two or three times, before Phee was suddenly there and pulling her into the bathroom. The door slammed and I could hear Danni sobbing and Phee talking in hushed tones. I turned to look at Frankie, who had a smug look on her face.

"She really likes you," she said. "Everybody knows it, but she won't admit it to anybody."

Beth was still lying on the bed with her arms spread, her breast pushing up against her PJs enough to strain the buttons.

"Sit up, woman," I said gruffly. "You make me want to dive on top of you."

She lifted her head. "If Phee wouldn't just shit a brick, I might let you."

Then she sat up quickly, as only someone in great shape can do.

"Kidding," she said, as her face turned pink. "Please don't tell Phee or Danni I said that."

Denise said, "You have another boner for us ... don't you."

I nodded.

"I felt it," she sighed.

"Why didn't I?" asked Frankie.

"C'mere," I said, holding out my arms to her.

She grinned, but said, "Rain check. I'm fine."

"Awww," I complained. "Now I have to go play with it."

"Don't touch it," said Frankie. "Not until Danni and Phee get back."

"It doesn't sound like that would be a good idea," I said.

"She'll get over it," said Frankie, sounding unconcerned. "She has a harder time admitting defeat than I do."

"Defeat?"

"Don't let it swell your head, but there was a little unofficial competition going on involving you, over the last few years. Nobody won, but none of us would admit defeat either."

"Why would kissing me make anybody admit defeat? I am hurt!"

"Success, in this case, means that your heart doesn't get broken. I know it sounds weird, but in your case, defeat is thinking we still have a shot."

"I don't get that," I said. "Other than the fact that our parents won't let us date anybody exclusively or 'go steady' as they put it, maybe you would have a shot."

"Not all of us. Only one girl gets to claim you. Until tonight, I think we all assumed that would be some girl we don't know, and yet hate anyway. If you kissed Danni like you kissed me - and from the way she reacted, I think you did - then she knows she can't give up and let her heart get broken. She's going to fight for you, and to her, that means defeat."

"How strange," I said. "I find it ironic that you wanted me to answer questions about guys, and I'm just as clueless about girls."

"Yes, but Mrs. Trimble will be happy."

That confused me. Mrs. Trimble was the English teacher I'd had the year before.

"Why?"

"Because I'm going to tell her you used the word 'ironic' in a conversation. I bet that makes her smile."



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Chapter 5


Danni's eyes were red when they came out of the bathroom, but she was calm again. She didn't look at me.

"I think that's probably enough for tonight," Phee said.

"No fair!" chimed Beth.

"I agree," said Denise.

"Hasn't he caused enough trouble?" suggested Phee.

"Only for you and Danni," said Frankie.

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Phee, darkly.

"Nothing," said Frankie breezily. "But he's ready, and Denise and Beth want to try it."

"Why are you so sunny about this all of a sudden?" asked Phee. "An hour ago you were disgusted by the idea."

"I didn't say I'm going to touch him," said Frankie. "But now I'm not worried about him any more."

"That doesn't make any sense at all," argued Phee. "You've argued against having him in here from the beginning."

"That's because I thought I was going to lose," said Frankie. "I'm not so sure about that any more." She grinned.

I held up a hand.

"In the interest of full disclosure, I need to remind everybody that our parents won't let me have a girlfriend, or Phee have a boyfriend until we graduate. They're old fashioned about it."

Denise waved a hand back at me. "A mere formality," she said.

"I like all of you," I reminded them.

"A formality that isn't so mere," noted Denise. "But I can live with it, as long as Roberta isn't included."

"Roberta isn't included," I said firmly.

"Having a formal boyfriend is overrated," said Beth. "They get all clingy and want you to do things."

"I don't want anybody's heart to get broken," I said.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" That was Danni, who finally broke her silence. "God's gift to women?"

Frankie spoke. "That has to do with a conversation we had with him while you were in the bathroom realizing you're still in love with him, even though you've tried to fall out of love with him for over a year."

"Don't be a bitch," warned Phee.

"Well then, tell her not to be one either," snorted Frankie.

"And I don't want you fighting because of me," I said. "If I see that happen, I'm leaving."

Danni remained silent, but glowered at me. Actually, I think she glowered on a general basis, but happened to be looking at me when I saw that.

"I don't care what you all do with him," she said in an obvious attempt to project dignity and unconcern. She might have succeeded, had she not been glowering when she said it.

"Then I say we continue as planned," said Denise.

"And what, exactly, does that entail?" I asked.

Beth stood up and pointed at the bed.

"It entails you taking off your clothes and lying on Phee's bed."

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I lay there dazed, to tell you the truth. The whole thing with them confronting me about being a jerk, and the conversation after that, and the kissing, and all the emotion of that ... all of it had pretty much worn me out. But Beth and Denise were eager to explore. Danni still looked sullen, but wasn't crying any more. Frankie looked pensive. Phee just stared at me, with a strange look on her face.

I don't even remember taking my robe or shorts off, but there I was lying on my back on my sister's bed. I was limp as a noodle, and that seemed to fascinate the girls as much as an erection did.

"It was hard," pointed out Frankie. "Why isn't it hard any more?"

"Kiss him," muttered Danni. "It'll get hard then."

Denise turned her head to Danni.

"Look. We get it that you like him. We all like him. We've all liked him for years now. You want us to go in his room and leave the two of you alone? Is that what you want, Danni? You want him all to yourself?"

I thought she was going to yell, because she took in a deep breath. It made her beasts push her PJs tight, like Beth's had been. But she didn't yell. Instead, her face relaxed and she spoke.

"I'm sorry. I just didn't think I would feel like this. You're right. We talked about this and we agreed. I promise to do better."

I was astonished when all the girls rushed her, saying "Awwww" and stuff like that. There was this general group hug, and I heard somebody, Frankie, maybe, agree that kissing me was way different than she thought it would be too. Then they all flowed apart and turned back to me. Danni spoke again, but this time her voice was normal.

"Frankie ... show him your breasts."

"What?" Frankie froze.

"If you want him to get hard, show him your breasts."

"Noooo," she moaned. "Nobody's ever seen them."

"We have," Danni reminded her.

"No boy has ever seen them," Frankie said.

"Then it's high time one did," said Beth. "He's seen the pictures ... remember?"

Frankie flushed. She looked at me.

"If you laugh at me I'll hate you forever," she threatened.

"You need to hurry," I said. "Just thinking about seeing them is making me hard already."

Her mouth dropped open and she looked at my cock. It had been lying limply to one side of my balls, kind of on the front of my left thigh. Now it had lengthened a bit. I could feel it moving.

"Hurry!" said Beth, her voice excited.

That's what peer pressure will do. Frankie's fingers flew to her PJs and she unbuttoned the shirt. She stared at my cock the whole time and, ever so slowly, pulled her top apart.

Frankie had freckles that went from one cheek to another, across the bridge of her nose. They were pretty dark, and impossible to miss. So were the freckles that made another arch from one breast, across her upper chest, to the other breast. Her nipples were imperfectly formed. They were puffy, and it was difficult to tell where the nipple was, buried in that bulging areola. But the areolas bulged outward from her breast flesh, and those puffy nipples were eminently suckable.

I know they thought I was doing something intentional, because my penis scraped upwards, filling and firming, until it was no longer lying to the left, but was now aimed sort of at the left of my head.

"You did that," I said to Frankie. I looked at Beth. "You too?"

She blushed too, but her fingers went quickly to the buttons holding her own flannel together. Her tits - and I use that word with the utmost of flattery ... ladies, a guy can maybe explain that to you - were phenomenal ... unbelievable. They were everything I had dreamed them to be. Not only were they large, they were full and tight, meaning they sagged only a little, just from their own weight. The nipples were like dark brown pencil erasers, set on an even darker brown background. Just seeing them made me wish she had a baby - a baby I had made - to suck milk from them.

My cock lifted off my belly and sat, quivering, like a little cannon, aimed to shoot at the headboard. I felt my balls pull up tightly against my groin, and knew they'd feel hard and rough. It wouldn't take much to get them to empty.

"Why is it like that?" asked Denise. "It looked just like that when he was standing up too!"

I needed to calm down a little, so I welcomed the distraction. I rolled over and stood up. The girls darted away from me as if they were afraid. I faced them. I was still looking back and forth between Frankie and Beth, whose breasts were still exposed. My cock adopted what I call the anti-aircraft position that Beth had alluded to.

"When I get really turned on, it gets so hard it won't take any other position," I explained. "If I were a little less excited, it would be straight. If I was less excited than that, it would aim downwards."

"You're excited because of ... us?" Frankie sounded like she couldn't believe it.

"You and Beth ... yes," I said. "You're both beautiful ... delicious looking."

"Delicious." Beth said it with something like wonder in her voice.

"Boys like to suck on breasts for some reason," said Danni. It appeared her sulk was over.

"I get that," said Frankie. "I like to do that too." She blinked, blushed, and pulled her PJ top together to cover her breasts.

"That's not a problem, Frankie," I said.

"I'm not a lesbian!" she yipped.

"Okay," I said. "That's fine too, but it doesn't matter. I know I'll never have sex with you, but I still love looking at you."

"Really?" Her voice was high up.

"Wait." That was Danni. "Did you just lay a bunch of BS on her?"

I looked at Danni and shook my head. "I meant it."

"What about the rest of us?" she asked.

Denise groaned. "Stop doing this to yourself!"

"What's she doing?" I asked.

"She's trying to convince herself she doesn't have feelings for you."

"Shut up!" yelled Danni.

"If you start yelling at each other, it's going to get soft," I warned.

Danni looked like she was going to cry again.

"Danni!" I said, a bit loudly. She looked at me. "Let me explain."

She nodded, and I thought her eyes had some un-spilled tears in them.

"I've fantasized about having sex with all of you." I realized what that actually meant and quickly added, "Except Phee, of course." They all just looked at me. "Normally, I'd never tell you that. But we're not normal any more, I guess. So that's been there. I've even dreamed about it while I was..." I wondered if that might be going too far.

"We know what you mean," said Phee, of all people.

"Okay, but dreaming about it is one thing. I've never believed I'd be lucky enough to actually get to do anything with any of you. Why do you think I went off so fast last time?" I looked at Danni. "I'm really sorry about that, but you paralyzed me. I had no control. You owned me in that moment."

She flushed, but looked less unhappy, so I went on.

"Now look at me. This is amazing. I'm standing here naked with the sexiest, hottest girls I know. I can't believe they want me to do that. There is the possibility some of them might even touch me. It's mind blowing. Do I hope it happens? You bet your ass I do. Do I assume that anything else will happen? No way. That might jinx everything. I'm already the luckiest guy in town, and even if nothing else happens, I'll always remember you guys, and wish there were five of me, so that I could be with each of you."

It was quiet, while they all just looked at me.

"Get back on the bed," said Beth, eventually.

I did, and Beth came to the edge of the bed. She sank down, mostly on the mattress and looked at my cock. Denise went to the other side and did the same thing. They had to lie halfway on the bed to get to me because it was a queen.

"Are you going to touch him?" Danni asked Frankie.

Frankie shook her head. "Kissing him made me think about it. Maybe next time, but no ... not tonight."

"Then would you touch me?" asked Danni softly.

Frankie paled. "In front of him?"

"I'm so horny," whispered Danni. "If you don't help me, I might do something stupid."

Which is how I got to lie there, while two girls traded off sliding their warm hands up and down my rigid shaft, while I watched two other girls kissing, each with a hand in the other's PJ bottoms.

Phee stood off to one side watching through glittering eyes.

It was unbelievable.

I didn't even care that I had to help Denise and Beth to get me to spurt, because they couldn't get the hang of the right combination of grip and speed.

Of course it might also have been because I never wanted this night to end.

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I didn't wake up the next morning until someone sat on the edge of my bed. I opened bleary eyes, and saw it was Phee.

"Hi," I said. My voice cracked a little. I breathe through my mouth when I sleep, and my throat gets dry.

"Hi," she said. "You were a big hit last night."

"Thanks," I said. "I hope that's not weird for you."

"We'll talk about that later. Breakfast is ready."

I said okay and she left. I realized she was still in her own flannel PJs, and looked at the clock. It was nine. It was also a Saturday, though, so I assumed Phee had stayed in her PJs while she got all the girls gone. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth before going to the kitchen. Phee was dumping bacon and eggs from the pan onto a plate. She set it down on the table and pointed at the chair. I sat and she brought me a glass of milk.

"Eat, so we can talk," she said.

I looked around.

"Dad is golfing, and Mom went on some kind of tour of quilting shops with her friends," she said, in answer to my unspoken question.

I ate, and she sat and watched me. I could tell she was emotional about something, but I couldn't identify the emotion. When I finished, she took my dishes and put them in the sink. Then she took my hand and took me back to my bedroom.

"Sit down, please," she said, pointing at the bed.

I sat and she paced. Eventually she stopped and faced me.

"Why did you print my picture off that tumblr site?"

I swallowed. I didn't want to answer. I just looked at her.

"I have to know, Tut," she said.

"What if you don't like the answer?" I asked.

"Don't worry about that. Just tell me why you did it. Was it to give to Mom and Dad?"

"No!" I said immediately. Maybe too quickly. "I told you I wouldn't do that."

"You told me that later, after you printed it. Tell me ... was it to ... look at later?"

I looked at her and she looked scared.

"Look," I said. "It's not so bad, really. I mean you know I'd never hurt you or anything. And guys are just guys sometimes. Please don't get all freaked out."

She didn't look freaked out in the slightest. If anything, she looked less nervous. In fact, she took a step closer to me.

"Tell me the truth. Do you ever think about me ... that way?"

Another question I did not want to answer. "What way?" I hedged.

"Like you think of the others," she said. "Like you talked about last night."

I swallowed again.

"Didn't we talk about this already? I told you I printed them so I could show them to you."

"Is that the only reason you printed them?" She leaned over and stared into my eyes. I noticed that the top two buttons of her PJs were undone, and I could see right down the front of them. I stared at the creamy inside slopes of my sister's breasts, and swallowed again.

"No," I whispered. I hadn't meant to answer truthfully, but the distraction of her cleavage had sandbagged me.

She reached for my hand and pulled me to my feet. She's only a little shorter than me. Among the girls, only Danni is taller than Phee. She stood very close to me and stared into my eyes.

"Have you ever jerked off thinking about me, Tut?" Her voice was just a whisper.

I swear I'd have lied, except her hands came to land on my waist. I had slept in my shorts, and still didn't have on a shirt. Her hands were warm and I felt tingles. They say you have to think more to lie about something, because the truth comes easy. And I couldn't think, just then, so again the truth slipped out.

"Yes."

I winced. I expected recriminations. I expected screaming. I expected threats of doom and gloom.

What I didn't expect was for her hands to leave my waist and come to my face. She gripped said face firmly and then pulled it to hers, where her warm, soft lips were suddenly crushed against mine, and her hands slipped to the back of my head to keep the kiss going.

It was like kissing Frankie. Except it was like kissing Beth, because I could feel my sister's hot breasts through the flannel covering them as they pressed against my chest. Then it was like kissing Danni, because when her hips found my sudden, instant and complete erection, they bumped into it not all that gently. In the end it was like kissing Denise, because suddenly my hands were full of firm buttocks, helping her rub against my boner.

Suffice it to say it was not a sisterly kiss.

And when it was over she pushed me hard, and I landed on my back on my bed, my arms flung wide. My expectations still weren't met, because again she didn't yell or scream. Instead, she unbuttoned her PJ top, just like the girls had the night before, and pulled them open to display her breasts. She looked at the front of my shorts, which were tented obscenely, and reached with her fingers and thumbs to squeeze her nipples.

"Why do my friends get to have fun, but I can't?" she asked, her voice shaky.

Like I could answer that. Like I could even talk.

Phoenix could be very assertive when she wanted to be. Generally, she chose her battles, but I knew full and well that if she wanted something, she usually got her way. This had happened, to my general dismay, on plenty of occasions.

She stepped up, putting her left leg between my legs, and shrugged her top off. She bent over and gripped the waistband of my shorts.

"I had to stand there last night, and watch my best friend making out with Frankie, while Beth and Denise got to play with your beautiful, hard prick!" As she said "prick" she jerked hard and exposed the actual organ to which she was referring.

"And even though they all know I wasn't pissed off about you lusting after me, they still assume I'm not allowed to do anything ... while they get to satisfy their own curiosity at my expense!"

She reached for, and gripped my penis.

"I'm curious too, you know," she said, staring at the head of my cock as she pushed the foreskin off of it. "I get horny too, you know," she said as she jacked slowly on my rod. She crawled up onto the bed, retaining her grip on my manhood, and lay down on my out flung right arm. Her face came toward mine. "I want to know what it feels like too," she said, and then she kissed me again.

This was very different than it had been with any of the other girls.

It was different on obvious levels. There was a fundamental difference between doing something with two girls at once, while you watched two others engage in at least semi-lesbian foreplay ... and being alone with one girl. There was another fundamental difference between playing around with potential girlfriends ... and doing the same thing with your sister.

But I think the main difference was that I forgot all about the fact that Phee was my sister. Rather, she was the girl I loved more than any other, the girl I wanted to please more than any other, and the girl I would die for before hurting. We had always been close, but this was taking things to a whole new level of closeness.

We basically made out while she played with my dick. At one point I whispered into her mouth "I want to touch you," and her hand left my penis to bring my left hand to her naked breast. I admit I got a little wild. There was a time when I rolled over on top of her. She didn't resist at all, and just kept kissing me. I took some time off to kiss my way down to her chest and suck on turgid nipples, and her hands played with my hair while I did it. But she loved kisses, and I loved kissing her too, so we did a whole lot more of that.

Finally I slid my hand into her bottoms. She stiffened, groaned, and then spread her legs.

All I knew about fingerfucking a girl was what I had seen in internet videos, but knowing about the clitoris was really all that was important, because finding hers was easy. Then it was just a matter of rubbing it until she shuddered and squealed and panted and whined. I honestly believe it was knowing I had caused an orgasm in her - the first I'd ever given another human being - that resulted in my semen bursting forth to soak her hand. She was still stroking, but not even close to what would actually bring me off.

In the end we lay there, gasping and panting, sweat rolling off our bodies, tangled up together, both pretty much freaked out by what had just happened.

I was told later in life, or maybe I read it somewhere, that women have one of two reactions to making love. At least if the loving they got is good loving. They either lie there, happy and satisfied, which is what evolution is all about. Lying there gives the sperm time to wiggle through the mucus plug in the cervix, and go in search of an egg. Or they get all excited and perky and jump up and are full of energy. They say women like that will do things like going on a cleaning frenzy when they are well fucked.

Anyway, when I was told this, or read it or whatever, I already had an example of the second type. Phoenix was energized by having orgasms. The more she had, the more energized she became. She once got up from bed and painted an entire room. More about that later, perhaps.

I got my introduction to that kind of woman that morning. One minute we were lying there panting, and the next she was on all fours, her perfect breasts hanging over my chest as she kissed me on the lips, and cheeks and forehead.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she squealed. That was followed by "Don't you dare tell any of them we did that." She bounced off the bed and stared at my messy cock.

"I love you, Thutmose Robinson. I don't care if it's perverted or not. I love you, and I always will."



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Chapter 6


I lay in bed. I had used my shorts to clean myself up a little. I could hear the shower running, so I knew Phee was in there. My mind was going a hundred miles an hour and I was actually a little scared about what would happen next. That's because I had no idea what would happen next, and the complete unknown is kind of scary.

I kept lying there after the shower stopped, and I heard her moving around in her room. I tried to figure out what to say to her the next time I saw her. Then, suddenly, she was there, dressed, looking at me lying on my disheveled bed naked.

"Lazy!" she accused, all perky and beautiful. She'd left her long, dark red hair down, and it framed her face beautifully. "I have to go do something," she said. "See you later."

Then she was off like a deer, running in the house, which she never did, and slamming the front door behind her, which she also never did.

She was always like that after sex, as it turned out. Of course I didn't know that then.

But that did have a big impact on me, because I did reflect on how relatively normal she was acting, after something that left me on the edge of a nervous breakdown. I had fingered my sister! I had sucked her nipples! We had traded spit for what seemed like hours, making out like I had always dreamed of doing ... except with various other girls. It was crazy!

And yet, she acted like it was nothing more than doing homework together.

Her acceptance of what had happened made it easier for me to accept it too. I had been weirded out by knowing I was a pervert, and yet Phoenix didn't seem to mind one bit. In fact, she didn't mind being one too. And her casual acceptance of that status made me question all this pervert stuff.

The fact of the matter was, I just couldn't conceive of Phoenix as a pervert. And if she wasn't ... then that meant maybe I wasn't either.

It was good that she took off like she did, and that nobody else was home, because that gave me the time to work out all this stuff in my head so that by the time she got back home I wasn't a basket case any more.

As it turned out, Mom got home first. She had a bunch of bags of material, and sewing supplies and stuff in the trunk of her car, and snagged me to "help her" unload it and take it in the house. Dad turned into the driveway while she was supervising me. Then Phee trotted up like she'd been chasing Dad in the car or something. She was breathing fast, but not gasping or anything. She was still stoked and happy and bubbly. She grabbed Dad's golf bag from him as he took it out of the car, and shot me a brilliant grin, as Mom and Dad greeted each other the way they always did, with an emotional, fervent hug and kiss. I had wondered for years why there was just us two kids, because our parents made no secret about how they wanted to drag each other into bed all the time. Actually, a couple of years later, my Dad explained that was why they were so strict about the "no going steady rule". They knew what it was like to be in love, and what people who are in love want to do.

I explain all this because the rest of the day was like that ... so totally normal that I almost forgot what had happened that morning. Of course our parents decided they needed a "nap" and disappeared into their bedroom. Phee came up behind me and slid her hands around to lay on my stomach. I felt her breasts press into my back.

"You want to know a secret?"

"Sure," I said, trying to decide if I should cover her hands with my own.

"One day when I was in the sixth grade, they did that ... said they were going to take a nap. You know how their door doesn't close right sometimes?"

She was referring to the fact that we lived in an 80 year old house, and the foundation had shifted a little. Depending on the humidity, their bedroom door either latched, or it didn't.

"Yeah," I said.

"I heard Mom make a weird noise and I went and looked through the crack in the door."

"Really?"

"They were doing it," she said. I felt her hips bump my butt.

I turned around and there were her dark green eyes, surrounded by all that beautiful dark red hair.

"We can't do that, Phee," I croaked.

She grinned!

"I know that, silly. But it was so beautiful, because I could tell Mom loved it so much. It wasn't weird at all. You know how most kids don't even want to think about their parents doing it? I loved watching them. I knew that someday I'd get to do that. It was the first time I got horny."

My hands slid up her back. No bra strap.

"So what happened?" I asked.

"They kept going, and it looked like he was trying to kill her, except I could tell she was loving every second of it. Then they finished, and he said he needed to wash the car. He got up. It was the first time I'd seen an adult penis. Mom got up too, and I could see his semen running down her leg. Did you know Mom shaves?"

I shook my head. The complete craziness of the fact that I was in a clearly amorous embrace ... with my sister ... while she told me my mother had a shaved pussy, made my knees weak.

"That's why I've always shaved," said Phee. "Anyway, they were acting so normal that I just knew doing that was normal too. And the way they kissed each other before I had to leave is exactly the same way they kiss each other in the kitchen, and I knew that all that was just part of being in love."

I didn't know what to say, but that didn't matter, because she leaned in and gave me a not-quite-chaste kiss on the lips. Not a long one, but not a peck either.

"I peeked on them several more times after that," she said. "Whenever I could. It was only two or three more times before I got too chicken about getting caught, but I saw them do other things too. And I watched how they acted when they weren't in there, doing that. They acted like they kept telling us they wanted us to act toward each other."

"What?" I blinked several times.

"You know... 'Be nice to each other!' and 'Give your brother some respect!' and stuff like that." She sounded remarkably like our mother as she said that. It was strange.

"Okay," I said. I still wasn't sure what was going on, except I knew she was trying to tell me something.

"So they kept telling us to love each other, and I couldn't help imagining that as including what they did, because they loved each other."

I finally got it. She was telling me she'd had feelings about ... me ... for a long time.

"You're kidding!" I know my eyes had to be as big as plates.

"I knew it wasn't normal," she said. "Except that it was normal, because they were doing it all the time, and I was sure I knew how they felt because I did love you. You were the only guy besides Daddy I knew would never let me down, and would always love me, no matter what happened."

"I never knew," I said.

"Of course you never knew," she laughed. "I'm not stupid. I know what the rest of the world says about things like that. But that didn't change the way I felt when I looked at you."

"But you yell at me," I pointed out.

"Well of course I do. Sometimes you're a complete bonehead and need to be yelled at."

I realized how good it felt to be in this embrace, with our lower halves pressed together. Of course that made me think of other things that involved lower halves being pressed together.

"So what now?" I really meant that. I had no idea what to do.

"Well ... I know we can't do what they're doing in there," she said, bringing her face closer to mine. "But we can do what we did this morning. At least sometimes."

She could tell I approved, because something else started pressing against her lower half.

"Tut?" she said, her lips just brushing mine.

"Yeah?"

"I've been horny for so long, but I couldn't do anything about it, because I knew you'd be horrified. But then you caught me taking that picture, and the look on your face wasn't horrified at all. It almost killed me to see the girls playing with you like that. I have years of horniness for you to catch up on. I'm going to want to do a lot, but you have to make me stay in control ... okay?"

I swallowed. This was not my little sister in my arms. This was a hot chick. But it was also Phee ... who was my little sister. I know it's circular logic, but that's what was going through my mind.

"I'm the big brother," I said, making my voice go deep. "You have to do what I say."

She kissed me then ... the kind of kiss I'd yearned to be able to have for years ... the kind of kiss you get in dreams when you're a teenaged boy. She pulled back with a smile on her face that got me even harder.

"Yes sir," she said softly.

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Of course she had put "control" in the wrong hands. Thankfully, she was well aware of that. She was going through her own dream-come-true phase, that involved saying things like that to the man she considered her lover. We were kids! What else would you expect?

But she was also very intelligent, and she knew better than to leave her fate in my hands completely. So after another steamy kiss, she pushed me back and said, "I'm as horny as I was this morning, which isn't good, because if you weren't such a gentleman, I'd have lost my virginity this morning. So I'm going to go spend some private time in my room. Do not disturb me. Is that clear?"

I nodded dumbly, because I was already imagining what Phee would look like, lying naked on her bed, fingerfucking herself, or maybe using a clandestine dildo or something like that. And before I could even begin to flesh that little fantasy out, she was gone.

Which meant I had to flesh that fantasy out lying on my own bed ... on my side ... staring at the eight by ten picture I had of my sister ... naked.

I came like a volcano, and it didn't take very long.

And then, because I'm the other kind of person, who wants to lie around and be lazy after sex...

I took a nap.

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Now I know it sounds like this has all been set up to suggest that Phee and I got frisky every chance we had. But that's not the way it was. I think we both knew how special ... and how dangerous ... all this new touchy-feely stuff was. We might not have known what long term romantic entanglements were like, but we knew what a long term emotional entanglement was like, and what it felt like to add romance to that. I knew what I wanted to do with her, and she had at least alluded to the concept that she might want the same things. And, since it was clear that getting what we wanted could be a very bad thing, and might ruin the happiness we had just discovered ... we both wanted to make sure that didn't happen.

For that reason, there was much less hanky-panky between us than you might think. I know there was a lot less than I thought there would be.

But that doesn't mean there was nothing.

Phoenix could say more with a sultry look than most girls could by talking for an hour. It didn't bother her a bit to whisper in my ear that I had gotten her horny, and would I please stop! because now she was going to have to go spend more "personal time" in her room. Stuff like that. And I'm pretty sure she knew that every time she did that, I jerked off with her, except on the other side of the bathroom. There was a lot of that.

And then, one night, when our parents went out dancing - they were square dancers and belonged to a club - I had been running and was all sweaty so I took a shower, and the next thing I knew, Phee pulled the curtain aside and stepped in with me.

Let me tell you, washing a girl ... running soapy hands over her skin ... every part of her skin ... is something we should be able to do more often. It is purely delightful.

And getting the same treatment in return is just as delightful. As is watching your sexy sister squat in front of you and fist your iron hard prick, stroking it. Man! is that delightful. She was a quick learner too, and she readily adopted the few suggestions I made. We were already in the shower, so when I spurted, she didn't care that I shot all over her chest. If anything, it made her a little crazy, and she stood up and rubbed her semi-spermy front all over mine. She moved my hand between her legs and raised one leg, holding onto me while I frigged her pussy. Without hair down there, and with the shower and her own body providing lubrication, she was as smooth as it's possible to be.

Her whimpers, and the way she held onto me, and her lips conveyed how happy she was that this was being done to her, and by the time she shuddered and came, I could feel my cock trying to get hard again.

But that kind of thing was rare. There was only one other incident that happened before the next sleepover.

I woke up to find Phee leaning over me. The bathroom doors were open, and there was light coming from her room through the bathroom. She was naked.

"I'm horny," she whispered.

"You're naked," I whispered back.

"I was naked in the shower too."

"We weren't in bed in the shower."

For some reason she thought that was funny, and started giggling. I shushed her and she started snorting, trying not to laugh, and ending up laughing through her nose. I felt tiny droplets land on me and realized my sister was blowing snot on me.

In all, it was a very unromantic situation, which is probably why I thought it would be okay. But that was a terrible idea, because once she determined I was going to give in, she pulled my shorts off and lay down on top of me.

This was very different.

Her kisses were hungry, but the way she writhed on me communicated much more than her lips ever could. She broke the kiss that had lasted at least five minutes, and said "I love you so much" about three times in a row.

That's when I realized that the tip of my cock, which was as rock hard as it had ever been in my life, was lodged in something hot, and firm and unyielding. She said "I love you" again and, like magic, something hot and tight clamped over the head of my penis.

Don't get me wrong. I loved that feeling. I knew what it was by instinct, I think. And I wanted nothing more than to revel in the fact that one of my most taboo dreams was in the process of coming true.

But I rolled her off of me anyway. The hot, tightness surrounding the head of my dick disappeared instantly.

"Oh fuck," she whispered, and clung to me. She was gasping for air.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"No," she panted. "Thank you."

"What happened?"

"I told you I was horny!" she moaned.

"You didn't tell me you were that horny," I said.

"I didn't intend to be that horny." She was getting her breath back now. She kissed my chin.

"Maybe I should get some condoms," I said.

She went very still.

"No," she said, quietly. "You were right to push me off. We can't do that."

Somehow, the way she said it conjured up that while she couldn't do that with me, that didn't mean she couldn't do it at all.

"I don't want you doing that with some other guy," I said.

She slapped my chest.

"What?" I complained. "I don't!"

"No other guy is going to get my cherry," she said. "But it's not time yet."

"I don't want to argue with you, but based on what Mrs. Hollister said in Health and Human Sexuality last year, you just did lose your cherry."

"It didn't go all the way in me," she argued.

"Your cherry wasn't all the way in you," I reminded her.

"I lost my cherry when I was twelve, to my hairbrush handle," she said.

"Whatever. You're going to have to work out some way to deal with it when you get horny."

"I know. I'm working on it."

"No guys ... right?"

"Jealous?"

"Yes."

"You're making me horny again, Tut!"

So I kissed her and rubbed her off. But I didn't let her touch my dick again. I just sucked her nipples and rubbed her clitty like it was wood, and my fingers were wood, and I was trying to make fire.

She did let me jerk off and squirt on her chest, though. And she rubbed it all over her breasts before she got up and went back to her room.

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Again, you need to understand that these were just bursts of aberration in an otherwise normal life. We didn't talk about our attraction to each other, or exchange sweet nothings and all that crap. Every once in a while we'd steal a hot, steamy kiss, but for the most part, other than the incidents I described, we treated each other just like we always had. Personally, I think we were both trying to ignore the elephant in the room, because we had no idea how to feed, take care of or otherwise treat an elephant.

And then it was time for another sleepover, and again, Phee told me not to make plans.

Like I would?!

Frankie came for me again, but this time it was very different. She gave me a hug and kissed me passionately.

I need to impart some other information and this seems like a good time to do it.

Just as Phee and I did not discuss our new relationship, none of the other girls talked about it either. At least not to me. In school they treated me just like they always had. We talked ... just not about the things that had happened in Phee's bedroom. Apparently Vegas isn't the only place things stay.

So when Frankie came in and said "We're ready for you, stud," and she kissed me, I wasn't quite ready for it. I wasn't ready for her hand to show up feeling around the front of my shorts either. I was wearing the same shorts. It was sort of a tradition by then, I guess.

"Awwww," she complained, as she found my flaccid member.

"Show me your titties and it will get hard for you," I said. I was learning to roll with the punches.

"Not alone," she said, ignoring the fact that she had kissed me alone, and groped my basket alone.

Again the girls were all sitting on the bed when I entered the room. Frankie went and crawled up, half lying down on Phee. I watched as my sister casually put her arm around Frankie ... and cupped her breast.

About two milliseconds later I was stiff as a board.

"I love it when he does that," sighed Denise. She was looking at the tent that had suddenly appeared in the front of my shorts.

"He didn't get hard when I kissed him," complained Frankie.

"You kissed him?!" Danni and Denise said it together, like they'd practiced it a dozen times.

"Just a hello kiss," said Frankie, trying to sound injured.

They looked at me.

"So," I said. "What mysteries about men do you want unveiled for you tonight?"

Beth spoke.

"We want you to describe each of us the way a boy would describe us to another boy."

My perverted mind went into overdrive.

"Okay," I said, carelessly. "Who wants to go first?"

Wanting something was one thing. Putting yourself in the spotlight was something else. Nobody volunteered.

"Okay," I said. "Beth it is."

She turned pink and fidgeted. I turned to an imaginary friend.

"You know Beth, right? She's the short one, who is all muscular and stuff ... with the big tits. Dark hair. She's the anchor for when they fly one of the other cheerleaders. Yeah, the babe."

I turned back. "Who's next?"

"Wait!" Denise said. "That wasn't right. That was just general bullshit. We want details."

"Oh," I said, as if that was a new concept. "Okay, then, take off your PJs."

"Me?" Denise suddenly sounded nervous.

"All of you," I said.

There was a chorus of "What?"

"If you want me to give a detailed description of you, I need to see each of you."

"You just want to see us naked!" accused Danni.

"Got it in one!" I said happily. "You are absolutely right. I do want to see all of you naked. I want to feast my eyes on your charms. And so do all my friends. The ones I'm going to describe you to? Remember them? They don't get to see you naked, so they're going to have to depend on my description."

Nobody moved.

"Really?" asked Frankie, finally.

"Really!" I said with as much finality as I could put into my voice. I was almost giddy, because it looked like I might actually pull this off.

"What about Phee?" Danni looked at me with her head cocked.

I blinked. I had forgotten Phee was my sister. In this setting, based on what we had done, she was another girl I had fooled around with. I mean it wasn't exactly like that, but along those lines. You know what I mean? I passed the buck.

"I guess that's up to her," I said. "It's actually up to all of you. I can't exactly make you do this." I hated to give them the out, but I was rattled, and it seemed like a good way to throw them off.

As if.

Danni tilted her head again, staring at me. "If she does it too ... you have to describe her ... just like the rest of us."

I swear I did not notice the fact that nobody actually asked my sister if she was willing to join the crowd. Nor did I comprehend, in that moment, that they all simply assumed she would. All the clues were there. I just didn't see them. Of course I was kind of busy trying to decide how to answer Danni's last question. I passed the buck again.

"I will if she wants me to," I said.

It was only then that they all turned to look at Phee.

She looked at them, and then at me. She did not blush, or fidget.

"Fair is fair," she said. "If you guys have to do it ... then I will too."



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Chapter 7


You wouldn't think that a teenaged boy who was facing five naked teenaged girls would consider himself to have problems. But I did. In fact, I had several problems.

First, I was having palpitations of the heart, which was pounding and dancing in my chest, making me worry that I might set some kind of record for being the youngest person in the world to have a heart attack.

Second, they had stipulated that, if they were going to be naked, I had to be naked too. They had also demanded that I not touch myself in any way.

Third, they had added the requirement that, as well as describing them, I had to also describe what I wanted to do with them.

I had to clear my throat three or four times before I could speak.

"This could get a little graphic," I said weakly.

"That's okay," said Denise.

Phee was holding a can of Diet Coke, and I went to her and took it. I took a swig and handed it back. I looked at her breasts, and then back at her face. She had a little half smile on her face and I was amazed that we were able to pull off acting semi normal.

"I'm going to start with you, Denise," I said.

She looked back at me, wide eyed. The girls moved away from her, so she was alone in the middle of the crowd. I gazed at her body. Don't ask me where this came from, but somehow it was easier to just stare into her eyes while I talked. Oh, I looked at the rest of her too, my eyes roaming all over her naked skin, but my eyes always went back to hers, like they were the eyes of the "guy" I was talking to about her.

"They had a late practice for the cheerleaders the other night and I managed to sneak into the locker room after it was over," I said, my voice soft and conspiratorial. "I saw Denise Brandon in there, taking a shower. You know the one. She's the freshman, with the blond hair. She's one of the ones they put on the top of the pyramid. Well guess what? She's a natural blond. Her pussy hair is so light..."

I swallowed. This was unbelievable. She was staring at me with this look of rapt attention on her face.

"Is this too graphic?" I whispered.

She only shook her head.

"Her pussy hair is so light that you can see right through it. You know how some women just have a camel toe, with a split and two rounded outer pussy lips? Not Denise. Her inner pussy lips stick out. They're not floppy, though. It's more like her pussy is some kind of sexual fruit that got ripe and split open and the pink insides are bulging out."

Denise's hand went to cover the part of her body I was describing.

"It looks delicious," I said, staring right into her eyes. "They're the kind of pussy lips you just know you could suck into your mouth and almost chew on."

"Oh damn," I heard one of the girls sigh. I ignored that.

"Her titties are small, but they look perfect on that body. They're perfectly round, and they ride high on her chest. Her nipples are pink, like somebody put lipstick on them or something. I wanted to suck those nipples. Even with those smallish breasts, her shape is perfect. She's strong, but you can't see the muscles. I had to stop myself from running in there and doing her right there, man."

I stopped. I could feel my face getting hot. I swallowed and looked around.

"Was that okay?" I asked.

"Are guys really that crass?" That was Danni.

"It was a reasonable facsimile of how guys commonly talk." I waited to see if she had more to say. She just frowned.

"I don't suppose anybody wants to be next," I said.

I was astonished when Beth raised her hand. She only raised it as high as her shoulder, but she raised it. Frankie, who was sitting hip to hip with her, moved over and sat hip to hip with Denise. They put an arm around each other. There was nobody on the other side of Denise, so that left her alone. I moved up to her and bent over to touch each of her knees with the fingertips of opposite hands. I exerted just a little pressure to move her knees apart.

"I need to see," I said softly.

She swallowed, and let her knees drift apart.

I've described Beth to you, but I hadn't to her, so bear with me if I repeat myself. The same thing will happen with Frankie.

I looked into Beth's eyes.

"I went on vacation and snuck onto a nude beach, where I met this girl named Beth. She was hot. Everything about her was hot. She had long, black hair that she wore in a pony tail, but there was nothing girlish about that. She was all woman. Of course the first thing I looked at were her jugs, because they were amazing. She's top heavy, but it looks fantastic on her, and she's got these dark brown nipples the size of my little finger. The first thing I thought of was that she had twins somewhere that were sucking on those nipples four times a day. I found out she was sixteen, and couldn't believe it. She looked twenty. She had wide hips and thick, black hair on her pussy that covered up the good parts. Except then as she was lying there on her towel, she spread her legs. Her pussy lips were red, man, like she'd been rubbing them (I found out later they had all masturbated before the let me come into the room. They were trying to regulate their own feelings.) She's short, and muscular, but it looks good on her, like a gymnast. But lying there on that towel, with her legs spread, I just wanted to lie down on her like she was a bed. You could use breasts like those for a pillow. What's that? No, she didn't have any babies. Just seeing her like that made me want to give her one, though."

I blinked. I hadn't meant to say that. My eyes jittered to the sides and then back, just in time to see her swallow and close her legs.

"She has a boyfriend, though, and he's a bruiser, so I had to leave her alone."

I had no idea why I had just said that.

"I don't have a boyfriend," she whispered.

"Right," I said.

"What a bunch of hokum," muttered Danni.

"Shut up, Danni," said Phee.

I looked at the remaining three girls. Frankie had to be next. I faced her, and Denise kind of hopped over her, to embrace Beth instead. The ease and familiarity with which these two naked girls clasped each other said volumes about how close they were ... or had been in the past. While naked, I mean. Frankie looked at me with huge eyes.

"My sister has these sleepovers," I said. "And she always invites this girl named Frankie. She's a freshman, but she's one of those chicks that's too cute to be real, you know? Like she was the tomboy you used to play baseball with, but then suddenly she grew up and you wanted to see her naked. Anyway, one night I snuck around the outside of the house and peeked in the window of my sister's room, and I did see Frankie nude. She looks young, with freckles that cross over her chest, and those kind of puffy nipples on smallish breasts that look like the perfect mouthful. You know how sometimes you can't tell the nipple from the areola? Hers are like that, but they puff out perfect for sucking on. I know I could make her squeal if I could get my mouth on those nipples. Anyway, she's strong, but a little bony. But that's okay, because she looks light enough you could pick her up and let her sink down on your bone ... you know? Like she could just hang there on your dick while you danced or something, until you lost it and pumped her full."

Frankie gasped at this point, but she kept staring at me.

"If you'd been around her, you'd know she dyes her hair these wild, crazy colors, and she changes it like every month or so. That night she had purple hair. But her pussy hair didn't match. It was brown. If she was my girlfriend, I'd talk her into dying her pussy hair too. Or maybe shaving it off. She'd look hot that way. What's that? No, I wouldn't call her a beauty queen. But like I said, she's cute, and I bet she'd be loyal, and passionate, and as crazy in bed as her hair color is. Who wants one of those supermodel wannabes when you can have a girl who'll wear you out in bed? Besides, I have a feeling she just hasn't hit her stride physically yet. Give her a few years and she'll fill out and knock your socks off."

I stopped. Somehow Frankie was different than the others.

"How was that?" I asked her, up front.

"Not what I expected," she said. "But okay."

"Good. I'm glad. I'm not too good at this," I said.

"Yes you are," said Beth.

I turned my head to Danni.

"Do Phee next," she said, her voice tense.

"I can't do Phee," I said. "She's my sister. That would be incest."

Don't ask me. I have no idea why I said that.

"I can't do this," Danni said, tersely.

"Sure you can," I said, easily. "You're the tough guy in the group. You know that, and I know that. You eat guys like me for breakfast."

"Shut up, Danni," said my sister, and shoved Danni to the edge of the bed. The other girls got up to let her get off the bed.

"Just stand right here," I said, pulling her away from the bed. I walked around her. I could tell she wanted to cover her breasts, because her hands jerked where they were hanging at her sides.

"You know how there are these beautiful girls?" I asked, walking around her. "The ones that you dream of going out with, or making out with, but you know there's no way in hell it will ever happen, because she's too good looking? I met one of those girls the other day."

I kept walking around her.

"She's a model. She was doing a photo shoot for a magazine called Young Naked Teens."

"Give me a break," said Danni.

"Shut up, Danni," intoned Phee.

"She said she was eighteen, and she looked eighteen, but I found out she's really only sixteen. I wanted to shoot myself when I found out she was jail bait, because it ruined a perfectly good fantasy. What's that? Did I see her naked? Yeah, I did. They thought she was legal, and they took hundreds of pictures of her. They couldn't stop. She was that good looking. What? Sure, I'll describe her. She's tall, like a volleyball player, with brown hair, the kind with natural gold highlights in it. She's slim too. Her breasts aren't really all that big, maybe thirty-sixes, but because she's so tall and slim, they look big. She has those pale nipples, set on pale areolas, the kind it's hard to see, which just makes you want to get closer. What? No hair down there. None at all. It made me hard just looking at those bare pussy lips. Hell yes I wanted to fuck her. But she's way out of my class. She's going to end up with some millionaire, living in a penthouse with everything she could ever want. That's how good looking she is. I'd be happy if those long legs were wrapped around just my head. I know that shaved pussy tastes like honey, and if that was all I could ever get a taste of, I'd be a happy man into my old age."

I stopped. I was behind her. I looked at her ass.

"She's got an ass to kill for too," I said.

She turned, then, and pushed me hard with both hands. She stood there, leaning slightly forward, her feet spread shoulder's width apart, like she was about to either attack, or take off running. Her eyes were wild.

"Come here, baby," said Phee softly.

Danni turned her head, and then sort of leapt and fell toward my sister. Phee gathered her into her arms and kissed her neck. They looked like lovers, and one was comforting the other. But Danni wasn't crying. She was just breathing hard.

"Now Phee," said Beth. I looked at her and her eyes glittered back at me.

I swallowed. My cock suddenly called to me and I gripped it automatically.

"Don't touch that!" barked Denise.

I jerked my hand away. Phee was ignoring me, and still murmuring things into Danni's hair. Danni had gotten curled up, and was kind of half on, half off Phee's lap. Again, the familiar closeness was inescapable. These two girls had hugged each other naked before ... many times.

"Hey!" It was Frankie, who had adopted a false, deep voice. It would have been funny, except there was nothing funny about what was happening. "Hey, Tut," she said again, obviously trying to pretend to be a boy.

"What?"

"You ever see your sister naked?"

I saw what she was trying to do. It was crazy, but then so was the whole situation.

"What kind of question is that?" I responded.

"I think she's hot," said Frankie's deep voice. "So ... have you ever seen her naked?"

"I'm not telling you that," I said.

"Come on, man," said Frankie. "I just want to know what she looks like. I won't tell anybody. You've seen her naked. I know you have."

"Sure I have, but I shouldn't tell you about it."

"Come on, man!" This time it was Beth, speaking as deeply as she could. "I bet she's hot, naked. Is she hot, naked?"

They weren't going to let up.

"Yeah," I said softly. "She is."

"I knew it!" growled Beth. She coughed from trying to speak so low.

I tried to figure out what that meant. Either she had gotten into her role playing a little deeply, or she had suspected that I actually thought my sister was hot ... and had just admitted as much.

"So what's she look like?" Frankie took back over.

"What do you mean?" I hedged.

"Her tits!" husked Frankie. "What do her tits look like?"

I closed my eyes.

"Nice," I said, hopefully.

"How big are they?" Denise had finally gotten into the game, trying out her "boy voice." I gave up.

"Imagine taking a cantaloupe and cutting in half," I said. "Now put those on her chest and make them flesh."

"Cantaloupes?" Frankie's voice had gone back to normal.

"Okay, big coconuts," I said.

"Coconuts?"

"Something good to eat!" I said, sarcastically.

"Keep going," said Denise in her deep voice.

"Imagine a strawberry that's dark red, instead of bright red. That's what her nipples look lik. They go perfectly with her hair, which is shiny and dark red. Her areolas are wide and more maroon than reddish."

"You want to taste them?" Frankie's deep voice was shaking now ... and not with laughter.

"They look delicious, yes," I admitted in defeat.

"What about the rest of her?" Beth forgot to use her deep voice. "What about her ... pussy?" The last word was whispered.

I closed my eyes again. Danni was covering up said pussy with her upper body, so I visualized the picture I had jerked off to. I think that's why I forgot I was talking about my sister ... to her friends.

"It's shaved," I said. "It's a perfect camel toe. When you see it, all you want to do is rub the tip of your cock up and down between her split. It would be like having the end of your cock kissed. It makes me want to spurt."

"Shit!" whispered Denise.

My eyes popped open. I looked at Phee. She was calmly looking back at me. It looked like Danni was whispering something in her ear, but I couldn't be sure. I looked at the others, who were all staring at Phee. She finally spoke.

"I think we're finished here for tonight."

"No!" moaned Beth, and Denise said something too, but I couldn't understand it.

"You can go back to your room, Tut," said my sister.

"Okay," I sighed.

I turned for the bathroom, and then remembered my shorts. It didn't matter, so I just left them there. I reached for the knob.

"Wait!"

I turned to see Danni had left Phee and stood up. She was composed now. She came towards me, and I tensed, thinking she might slug me. Instead, she took my hands and held them.

"I'm going to kiss you," she said, softly. "For all of us."

Her kiss was frantic, and there was all kinds of tongue in it this time. Her hands found my ass cheeks and pulled my bone against the naked pussy lips I had just described. She rubbed her lower body against mine.

Suddenly Phee was there, pushing us apart. Danni was sobbing again. Phee barked "Frankie! Take care of Danni. I'll be back."

She pushed me through the door that had somehow come open. She kept pushing as I balked in the darkness of the bathroom as she closed the door. "Hurry up!" she hissed and fumbled my door open. She pushed me through and kept pushing until we got to my bed, which she forced me onto. She stood over me in the light of my reading light, which I'd left on when Frankie came to get me.

"Bastard," she panted.

"What?"

She looked at me with something like pity in her eyes.

"Now we all want to lose our cherries to you!"

"What?"

"Danni even told me! She said she wanted to have sex with you... tonight!"

That was when I realized I hadn't screwed up by being so graphic.

"Oh," I said.

"I can't stay," she said. "If I did, I'd do something stupid right now, too."

"Okay," I said. My voice was a little shaky. A lot had happened to me pretty suddenly.

"But I can do this," she said.

And then my baby sister bent down and, grasping my rigid penis in her right hand, sucked at least half of it into her mouth. She gave a series of rippling sucks that communicated at least three things to me in the space of a few seconds. First was the feeling that she'd never done this before, because her first movements were hesitant and inexperienced. Second, she was a fast learner, because her actions didn't stay hesitant and inexperienced. And most important of all, was the fact that she liked doing this. In fact, it was clear she loved doing this, because she growled and removed her hand and gobbled as much of me into her mouth as possible.

"Oh fuck, Phee!" I gasped, and went off like a rocket on the 4th of July. I don't know if she'd planned this or not, or if she'd ever thought about what she'd do in this situation, if she ever found herself in it, but she did not remove her mouth from my spurting cock. I heard her throat muscles working as she swallowed several times. Then, while still sucking, she pulled her lips off my prong, swallowed again, and licked her lips. She was panting.

"I want to, Tut ... but we can't."

By the time I realized she was responding ... literally ... to my previous gasp of emotion ... she was closing the door behind her.

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Phee's room that night was a veritable orgy. The girls, as it turned out, had developed a pact of sorts. It was a negotiated pact, and the final (or at least most recent) agreement took literally years to finalize. Basically, it was that boys were off limits in terms of inserting tab A into slot B. Part of the rationale for that was the fear of disease, and the fear of pregnancy. Then, of course, there was the fear that reputations would be ruined.

But the girls already knew they'd have to do something to satisfy the cravings they were already experiencing by the time they were in their early teens. So they adopted the Sapphic solution to the problem. That, too, happened over a period of years. I don't think it would have if they hadn't remained friends the whole time. I also don't think they would have remained friends the whole time if they hadn't become close ... that way.

They were not lesbians in the true sense of the word. Yes, they were avoiding boys for the moment - that moment dragging on for some several years. But they all anticipated the day when they could let a boy have free rein of their bodies. Well, everybody but Frankie, perhaps. I found out later that her divorced mother had a whole series of boyfriends, all of whom wanted to fuck both mom and daughter - together, if possible. Her mom actually got wise and did become a bonafide lesbian. But that's another story. The point is that on more than one occasion, Frankie was exposed to seeing her mother getting pounded by guys who thought that would get the daughter all hot and bothered and in the sack. It did not. All it did was scare the piss out of her about how violent sex looked.

Anyway, they learned, slowly, that they could cooperate with each other to scratch that persistent itch they all suffered from. And by the time I came on the scene, they were experienced, competent, and satisfying lovers to each other.

The night I just described, they wore each other out after I left. Of course I didn't know that until much later.

And there was something else I didn't know until much later.

Danni tasted my semen on Phee's lips when she returned to the room.

Not that Danni knew what the taste was. She just tasted something new, that had never been on Phee's lips before. She had tasted Phee's lips many times. They all had. That's why they were all good kissers when I kissed them. It didn't take her long to figure out what that new taste was, because Danni was not stupid.

Which brings up the other thing I was not aware of. They all knew that Phoenix was hot for her big brother. It wasn't talked about, but there were several things at play there which made that something of a non-problem for the group. Not the least among them was the knowledge that the relationships within this group would be frowned upon by every adult the girls knew, and most of the people they went to school with, should said relationships ever be exposed. It turned out that while Roberta was willing to use the photographs as payback, she was not willing to testify against them herself, because she was well aware of how many times her own tender pussy had been sucked, while she supped at that of another girl. If she talked about them, they'd talk about her. Because she was not in any of the tumblr pictures herself, she thought that would provide her with some protection.

So the girls were used to things taboo, if only between themselves. The stretch to allow Phee to feel about her brother the exact same way all the other girls had felt, or still felt about him ... wasn't far at all.

And the fact that big brother returned all those affections, en masse, as it were, made it okay for him to lust after his sister as well.

But when she figured out that Phee had sucked my dick, she was furious.

Not because Phee had sucked me off.

Danni was pissed off because she hadn't gotten to help.

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The Sapphic orgy in my sister's bedroom that night brought about changes that hadn't been intended. Danni's unhappiness about things was loud enough that pretty soon all of them knew what had happened.

They were girls. They were curious. They wanted ... dare I say it? ... a blow by blow description of what it was like.

Sorry. Some things can't be resisted.

She gave it to them. And she confessed to having taken a shower with me too. Don't ask me how, but she avoided a full and complete confession.

Still, that changed everything. Basically, they didn't want to wait for the next sleepover to forge on ahead, so to speak. There had been too many sleepovers anyway, at least sleepovers at Phoenix's house. It was time for them to move to other places. Parents don't like to be beholden to other parents, so they host things like that so they can say they help share the burden.

But individual girls could come over and spend the night ... and that's what started happening.

Of course, the first one was Danni. She felt like it was owed her. And the fascinating thing is that, when we were alone, all the belligerence and tough-girl attitude was gone. She was still assertive, but she wasn't combative.

But I'm rushing things. This is how it happened.

Phee announced that Danni was going to spend the next Friday night at our house. Mom said that was nice and reminded everyone present there had just been a sleepover. Phee said this wasn't that kind of sleepover, and that the next one of those would be at Beth's house. Mom said that was good, and went on to impart parental wisdom, during which I got my first lesson in parental politics as they apply toward sleepovers.

Danni just came home on the bus with Phee, and the two of them disappeared into Phee's room. Phee got called down to help with supper, and five minutes later, Danni sauntered into my room like she owned the place.

"Hi," she said.

"Hey," I responded.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

I looked at the open book in my hands, resting on my chest where it was easy to read the words. Then I looked at her.

"Reading?" I said.

"Would you stand up, please?" she said.

A year or two past, I would have said something witty, like "Get out of my room." Things had changed. I got up.

She simply put her arms around my neck and moved her lips to mine for a kiss. And I simply kissed her. We smooched for a little while, nothing too frantic. They were nice kisses, really. My hands didn't go crazy, but did stroke her back. She was wearing a bra, which felt terrible, after all the times her back had been so smooth under that flannel.

Then she blew my mind.

"I love your sister," she said, after a kiss.

I stared at her.

"And she loves you," she said.

Having a less than fully developed brain, I said "She loves you too."

"I know," she said, staring into my eyes. "We share everything."

I thought she had just made a comment about how egalitarian their relationship was.

"That's nice."

"We'll find out if it's nice or not," she said, and then she kissed me again.

That was the last kiss, though, because when that one was finished, she stepped back, and without another word, left through my bedroom door to go help Phee. I winced as she opened that door, because if either of my parents had seen Danni come out of my closed bedroom door, all hell would have broken loose. But nobody did, so hell stayed where it was.

Supper was so normal it was almost painful. Mom and Dad were polite to Danni and asked her all the normal questions about this and that, catching up on what they'd found out last time she had eaten with us. So it was the same for them. But there was no way on Earth it could be the same for me.

Because I had figured out what Danni had actually meant when she said she and Phee shared everything.



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Chapter 8


I waited for something to happen until I finally fell asleep, lying on my bed. I had even put on "the shorts" in anticipation. What woke me up was someone turning my reading light off. But my eyes had been closed, so when I opened them, they were adjusted to the dark, and I could see two forms hovering over me in the dark. They were female forms, because they both had long hair.

"Shhhh," came off of Phee's tongue and lips.

Hands found my shorts in the dark. I lifted my hips to help.

Hands found my penis and played with it until it was tumescent. That might have taken a minute.

A hand gripped my penis firmly and a mouth sucked at the tip. I groaned. The warmth disappeared.

Another mouth sucked half of the shaft in, and even though she had only done it once, I recognized Phee's technique.

That meant Danni had been first!

They traded off, just like in the porn videos. One would suck and play, and then the other would do the same thing from the other side. Pretty soon it became almost easy to figure out who was who, because Phee didn't use her hands, while Danni did. I contributed some "Uh!" sounds and, to my shame, some whimpers. I sounded like a little girl. I don't know how long it went on, but pretty soon I heard a whisper, and Phee's face appeared over mine. She kissed me, and Danni went to town on my cock. I'm pretty sure this had been discussed, because like Phee, she was a quick learner. Maybe she had watched some porn too, because she used her hand to stroke, while her mouth sucked.

I tried to warn her, but Phee was kissing me, so all that came out was a kind of "Phhht!" sound as my balls jerked and I started shooting.

I heard Danni say "Shit!" and cough. But her hand kept going and, eventually, her mouth came back. I was empty by then, of course, but she sucked in what could only be called a loving way until I was fully soft.

Then I got to taste my own semen for the first time as Danni came up to my face for her kisses.

Other than all that, not a word was said. When Danni was satisfied that she'd gotten her good night kiss, the two of them ghosted back to Phee's room.

All in all, it was both amazingly strange, but happily satisfying, all at the same time.

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Everything had changed.

Except nothing had changed.

The next morning Danni had breakfast with us. She shot me one look that would have melted steel, but other than that, an international master spy couldn't have figured out anything had happened between us. Phee was an expert at acting normal now, so maybe she gave her friend pointers. I don't know. All I know is that I wasn't even sure it hadn't been a dream.

Then, after Danni left, my sister cornered me in the pantry and gave me a kiss that would melt steel too. She rubbed her jeans-clad pussy all over my dick and tried to swallow my tongue.

"I love you so much," she sighed, when she was finished.

"I'm glad," I said, which was true. I was a very happy guy at that point.

"Danni is hopelessly in love with you too, you know," she said.

"Hopelessly?" A guy can't hear something like that and not feel a little proud.

"They all are," she said.

"That could be awkward," I said. Phee's eyes went out of focus, like she was thinking about something far away.

"They're all going to want to do that when they find out Danni did."

"You mean like ... last night?" My voice caught in my throat.

Her eyes focused again and stared right into mine.

"Things are getting out of control," she said.

"Why do you say that?" I asked. I was just making conversation, actually. She was still rubbing her pussy on my dick, which was hard now. I wished she'd give me another blow job ... but how do you ask your sister for something like that?

"Look at me," she snorted. "I'm a slut for my own brother." She punctuated that by bumping her pussy on my boner. "And the rest of them are close to being the same thing. We're all supposed to stay virgins, Tut, but already two of them want to do it with you."

"Two?" There must have been a shit eating grin on my face. I didn't mean for there to be, but more than one thing is impossible to control, as it turns out. I went whole hog. "Danni and ... who else?" I tried to make it sound like I was all innocent and stuff.

Her rubbing slowed way down, but didn't stop. She stared into my eyes. She was not ashamed, and that made me feel like I was going to catch fire any second.

"Asshole," she whispered. "You know."

Then, suddenly, it was very serious.

"What are we going to do, Tut?"

I knew what I wanted to do, but I also knew that opinion would not be welcome, all her pussy rubbing notwithstanding.

"I don't know," I said, honestly.

She closed her eyes.

"You have to get some condoms. At least for Danni."

My mind jangled. At least for Danni? What the heck did that mean? Yes, all the girls had banded together to do all the same things, so far. But this was different. Just the concept of blow jobs was different, for that matter. I could not, for one second, believe that the rest of the girls would actually demand to suck my dick, just because Phee and Danni had. And while Phee's emotions were running high, and Danni was known for her emotional outbursts, that didn't mean anybody was going to actually let me put my penis where I desperately wanted to put my penis.

"I have to go," she said, pushing at my chest. I had my hands on her waist and they gripped her automatically.

"Why?" I complained.

"Because if I don't I'm going to fuck your brains out right here in the pantry!" she hissed.

I let go. I didn't know who this strange girl was who had lured me into the pantry, but she wasn't my sister. No way. Phoenix would never, in a million years, say something like that.

She licked her lips, and I thought I was going to get one more kiss. But I didn't.

"Get some condoms!" she ordered.

"I will," I promised.

"Be sure to do it," she demanded.

Then she left and closed the door, like I wasn't even there.

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I didn't get any condoms.

I tried. But it didn't work out. I went to Walgreens, but there were so many different kinds I had no idea which to get. Did they come in sizes? If so, what size was I? Did I need heavy duty ones, or just regular? I was still trying to figure that out when Mrs. Abernathy, from church, started walking down the aisle, which also had cough medicine in it. I moved over and made it to the pain reliever section before she got to me.

"Well hello, Thutmose," she said, happily. "What a delight to see you on this beautiful morning."

"Hi, Mrs. Abernathy," I said. "How are you today?"

"Fine, fine. How are your parents?"

She would see my parents the next day, and could ask them herself, but that wasn't the point. And I had to be polite. And Mrs. Abernathy, being in her seventies, most likely, came from a time where older women took younger man's arms and walked along with them, past three dozen kinds of condoms, chatting like we were old friends. That, of course, included asking me what I was there for, and offering to call for help if I needed it.

I chickened out in a major way and helped her out to her car. And then, of course, because the clerk had already been eyeballing me for walking around on the arm of an old lady, I just left, instead of going back in.

So I didn't get any condoms.

And I sort of didn't think to tell Phee that my mission was a failure.

Of course my argument about that was that I still did not believe that anything would actually happen. It's one thing to make out and play stinky finger. And practically every guy I knew claimed to have gotten a blow job at one point or another. But actually having sex? That wasn't so common, regardless of what statisticians kept saying. And the truth of it is that a boy - at least this boy - just plain doesn't believe that one girl, much less four others, is actually contemplating climbing on the happy pole for a joy ride around orgasm city.

Which is why, later that night, when Phee came into my room and climbed in bed naked with me again ... about two minutes after she got there, she was not happy with me.

I was asleep when she pulled the covers back and slid in beside me. I woke up to her warm body and a low-pitched humming noise that turned out to be her voice, excited about having made the decision to lose her virginity with the boy she loved. She wasn't scared ... she was eager! Of course she was also nervous. Nervous and scared are not the same thing. And to deal with her nerves, she started with what she was familiar with.

"I love you, Tut," she murmured into my ear and started kissing me before I was fully awake. Being completely normal, I adapted to that situation nicely and kissed her back. My hands went where they liked to go and caressed her breasts, and tweaked her nipples and played with her bare pussy. Likewise, hers slid inside my shorts and gripped my straining prick like it was a life preserver on the Titanic.

She worked my shorts down until I kicked them off, and then she did a new thing. She pulled me onto my side and used her hand to rub the tip of my penis into her already slick pussy hole, spreading those perfect labia with the broad tip of my love spear.

She had been listening while I described her ... and what I wanted to do to her.

"Get a condom," she panted into my mouth.

You know that sound they do on TV or in the movies ... the one where an old fashioned phonograph needle is being dragged across an old fashioned vinyl record? That Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! sound?

I actually heard that sound in my head!

What could I do? You can't just produce a condom out of thin air. And stalling won't do you any good either. It's not like anybody will buy it if you say "Let's forgo the condom for another ten or fifteen minutes, and engage in delightful foreplay. We don't want to break the mood, now do we?"

"I didn't get them," I admitted.

"Tut!" she groaned, and I actually felt bad, because she sounded like she was in actual, real pain. "I told you to get them!"

"Mrs. Abernathy wouldn't let me," I stammered, looking for some way - any way - to reduce the disappointment I heard in Phee's voice.

"Mrs. Abernathy?" Her voice went up. "Never mind. Tut, I need you!" Her hand was still rubbing her clitty with the tip of my dong.

"I'm sorry," I moaned. "I could lick you. Like Frankie licks Beth," I offered. I still didn't know that they all licked each other, and had for years. It was, as compared to full vaginal intercourse, old hat ... routine ... but not quite what the doctor ordered.

"Shit, shit, shit," she muttered softly. Then, words that I did not fully understand at that precise instant, but which would make themselves clear to me very soon, came from my sister's mouth.

"Just this once."

And with that, she pulled me on top of her, still holding my penis in her hand ... directing it ... aiming it ... putting it where my natural urge to help her get me on top of her body would unknowingly assist in moving my penis toward her head. It all happened so fast that I wasn't aware of it at all until furnace-like heat surrounded my entire penis in one flash of time, and the sweetest, happiest, most indescribably joyful groan burst from Phoenix's mouth. Her hands came to my butt cheeks and she pulled in undeniable welcome.

I came unhinged as I realized what was happening. It was information overload. I couldn't deal with it. It was too perfect... too wonderful... too much of a dream come true on multiple levels.

I spurted.

Yup. Just like that. I didn't even slide out and back in. I just lost it right then and there. Something in some primitive part of my brain screamed "PUSH!" and my hips bucked forward as another soothing jet of cum raced through my penis, to flow against the cervical mouth of the first woman I made love with.

If you can call it making love.

I was a basket case. I knew instinctively that I had blown it on a number of levels. I had fucked my sister. That was a pretty big no no. I had cum in my sister, also frowned on by everybody, without exception. But more importantly, I knew what she had decided she wanted. And what she wanted was what you saw in porn videos on the internet - twenty minutes of fucking in half a dozen positions, before the guy pulls out and shoots on her belly. And my cock was about to get all soft and squishy, and turn into something suitable only for baiting a hook to catch a nice sized big mouth bass.

In other words, I understood that Phee had made a momentous decision, and I had just ruined it for her.

I panicked.

"I'm so sorry!" I gasped, confessing to my very first premature ejaculation. Not counting when Danni jerked me off. You can't count that because it isn't real sex. President Clinton said so.

"I'm so so sorry, Phee," I moaned.

But panic brings adrenaline and, as it turns out, adrenaline can sometimes aid in keeping a penis hard. Don't ask me why. I don't know. And I probably never will. I can just see it now. You go up to the biology teacher, and say, "How does it work exactly for the fight or flight syndrome to produce a nice, hard boner again?" Isn't going to happen. And for you jerks out there who think you'll try it just to prove me wrong, you're not going to get an answer. Not from any biology teacher I've ever met. Especially not Miss Miller.

Anyway, Phee wasn't listening to me. She was in the throes of enjoying the fruits of a decision that had been very difficult for her to make, regardless of how easy I made it seem. She had dreamed about this moment for years, and adrenaline gave it to her. I stayed hard, at least mostly hard, and images of porn actors doing their thing flitted through my mind, so I aped their movements and fucked my sister. I know that doesn't sound very romantic, but the fact is, I wasn't trying to be romantic at that point. I was just trying my best to make Phee glad she'd done this, when it was all over.

Turns out I was wrong. I tried to pull out of her to change to another position, but she said "Nooo!" and dug her fingernails into my ass, so I stayed right where I was. on top of her, lunging toward her head, and letting a natural rebound take me a few inches back toward her feet.

Of course I was an amateur ... not a porn star. And I had a lot to learn about helping a woman produce an orgasm. For her, at least. It was like falling off a log for me. And I have to tell you, that by the time she started chanting "Oh Tut! Oh Tut! Oh Tut!" I was on my last legs. The whole thing had gone on for longer than I believed was even possible. My back hurt, and my arms hurt and I couldn't get enough air in my lungs. My penis was actually numb!

But the way she writhed under me, and the sounds that issued from her mouth ... the way her hands gripped, and pulled and pushed and helped ... all of that made me feel like I would keep going until I died, if I had to. Because Phee was in the process of being happy, and I was responsible for that happiness.

It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen in my life.

I got scared when she actually came. I thought she was having a seizure at the time. Her eyes rolled up into her head and she gritted her teeth like she was in the most horrible pain. Her voice sounded torn, and in agony, and she actually drew blood with her fingernails.

But then, almost instantly, her arms went around me and she was sobbing in my ear that she loved me, and for me never to stop, and never to leave her and things like that, and I knew she was okay.

All my muscles failed at once, and I flopped on top of her. I felt bad, because I knew I was crushing her, but I had given her every erg of energy I had in me. I didn't want to kill her, though, so I dredged up just enough strength to roll sideways. She grasped at me like I was falling off a cliff and she was trying to save me, and we ended up on our sides.

We just breathed for a little while. I could tell I had finally gone soft. Apparently a penis knows when a hardon is no longer needed, even if it hasn't shot off within the last minute. It was darker, somehow, with us on our sides, and I couldn't see her face any longer. Part of me wished I could. Part of me was terrified of what I'd see.

But she was Phee, and she still had the capacity to blow me away. When our breathing had slowed, her hand slid from my hip to my side, near my armpit.

"How long before you can do that again?" she whispered.

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She was not aware that I had ejaculated inside her. She'd had other things on her mind, as she was stretched, that initial time, and the warm, living thing she'd wanted for so long was actually pushed into her body. She'd been too busy reveling in the fact that there was no pain, and that her dream was coming true, to feel the jets of my semen in her belly. Of course she was smart enough to figure it out. I mean she knew we had "finished" because she wanted to do it again. And she knew what happened that makes a boy's penis get soft.

But that's not something you talk about as amateur lovers. It's all too new to talk about in specific terms. You just don't say "Wow, exactly two point three milliseconds after my penis was fully inserted, I experienced a four shot ejaculation. Did you feel all four spurts? How happy are you that I managed to stay hard and give you that steamy orgasm?" Instead, you say things like "Wow, I can't believe we really did it." Or maybe "I didn't think it would be like that!"

And then the enormity of what has happened hits you ... or her, in this case ... and she went back to her own room. The ending of that first time was even less satisfying than the duration. That's the problem with your lover being your sister. You can't just sleep together, and be in love twenty-four-seven.

But it wasn't a disaster either. At least not from a teenager's perspective.

And the next morning, when she reached out and just let her fingertips slid from my elbow to my forearm, in a quick little caress, I knew things were okay between us. Had you asked me, "Will it happen again?" I'd have probably said, "Unlikely. It would be nice, but kids like me don't get that kind of joy in life."

In fact, it was four days before the subject came up again. Phee had been quiet, but not acting oddly. I had no evidence, one way or the other, to indicate whether or not the others were aware of what had happened. So I just tiptoed along, hoping everything was okay.

Then our parents went square dancing.

I didn't even think about it until she wandered through the door. She acted like she was in a museum somewhere, examine the artifacts on display. She drifted through the room, looking at this, and picking up that from my dresser. I could tell she was troubled.

"You okay?" I asked. It was the first verbal reference we had made to what had happened.

"No," she said, but she didn't sound sad.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I want to do it again."

"Really?"

She turned to me. "Right now. I want to do it again right now. I've wanted to do it again every day since then. What are we going to do, Tut?" Tears leaked from her eyes.

I got up off my bed. "I'm sorry," I said, and hugged her. "I love you."

"I know that," she moaned. "That's why I want you so much!"

"You have me," I said.

She pushed me back. "No I don't! I can't have you. You're my brother. I can't marry you, and have your babies, and sleep with you whenever I want to. I can't do any of the things some other girl is going to get to do. It's not fair!"

I just held her. I couldn't think of anything to say. I'd never even thought about marrying my sister. I'd dreamed of seeing her naked. I'd imagined tasting her nipples. I'd wished I could touch her. I'd had crazy fantasies of actually fucking her. But a permanent, husband/wife relationship? And yet, in that moment, I felt the pain of the loss of something I'd never given ten seconds of thought to before this. So I just held her.

Maybe five minutes later she asked, "Did you get any condoms yet?"

You have no idea how stupid I felt when I had to say, "No."

"Tut!" she complained, drawing out the "uh" part of the name.

"I'm sorry," I moaned. "I didn't think we were going to do it again."

"I didn't either," she admitted. She frowned. "Just one more time," she said softly.

Then she raised her face to kiss me ... and I knew we were going to do it again.

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This time was very different from the first time. I think that's because this time it was intentional. And I know that sounds stupid, because it was intentional the first time ... for her. But it hadn't been for me, and what with the surprise of things, and the way my body and brain reacted ... well everything went so fast that a lot of it was just a blur.

This time I got to watch as she slowly took her clothes off in front of me. As silly as it sounds, this had never happened before. Neither of us had ever stripped in front of the other on purpose, exposing bits of our bodies while the eyes of the other reached out to touch us in ways that had never happened. And I know you're going to want to remind me that I had seen all five of them strip, but think about it. When five of them are taking off their PJs in front of you, you don't know where to look, so you try to look everywhere, and in the end you don't see anything as it's happening.

And this time, I knew I was going to lie down on top of my sister and slide my stiff penis inside her body. She was going to make those noises that had haunted my dreams since the first time, noises that had made me feel like some kind of powerful barbarian king.

This time, when I spurted ... it would be because I chose to.

Yeah ... I know. All boys have grandiose dreams when it comes to sex. That's probably one reason they all want to have sex.

And while it didn't all go exactly like that, it wasn't all that far off.

I did watch as she exposed herself to me, but the funny thing was that it was the look on her face that made me leak precum from my penis. Her eyes, watching my eyes devour her nakedness, told me she loved the fact that I was panting with lust for her.

And when she whispered, "Yes!", all happy and giddy as I showed her what I fully intended on spearing into her body, I had to remind myself that this was supposed to last a while.

I had envisioned it as a slow, almost languid dance of love, where I'd sample the taste of her skin. I actually wanted to see if she'd let me lick her split. But she was impatient, and that made me impatient, and as she lay back and opened herself, reaching for me with eager arms, and I sank down to cover her body with mine, her hand found me and the next thing I knew I was pushing hard, trying to get my whole lower body inside of her, instead of only my puny, short, penis.

And she did make those noises.

And her hands did pull at me, telling me to stay right where I was ... maybe forever.

And this time I lasted maybe three or four minutes, before I felt the soothing rush of what I now thought of as my love, in liquid form, being offered to my lover ... my sister/lover.

I sobbed, because this time there was no adrenaline. I could tell. But then I gasped, because this time I stayed rock hard anyway, and was able to keep doing the in and out I thought I was supposed to do. And when she shuddered and had what I clearly recognized as an orgasm, I just kept doing what I had been doing to cause it. Actually, I felt the urge to shoot again. But I couldn't. Somehow I just knew it was too soon, and that there'd be nothing there.

"You should take it out before you squirt," she gasped.

"What?" I was confused. I could tell she'd had an orgasm. Couldn't she tell I had too?

"It's too dangerous right now," she huffed. "I'm right in the middle of my cycle."

That riiiiiiiiiiiping sound of another priceless vinyl record being ruined happened in my brain again and I stopped.

We were panting. Oddly, we were panting in time with each other.

"I already shot," I said.

"You did?"

"Like five minutes ago."

"But you're not soft."

"I didn't want to be soft," I responded. To my teenaged brain, that actually sounded like a legitimate reason I had stayed hard.

"You squirted in me again?" Her voice trembled.

"Yes. I couldn't help it. It just happened."

"Oh Tut," she moaned.

And then she kissed me! And it was one of those really good kisses too! And her hands went back to work and her hips bucked up at me and she communicated, in all those little unspoken ways that she loved having my penis inside her, doing what it was doing.

And damned if I wasn't suddenly able to shoot again!

Well ... what would you do? She had just given me the information a responsible young man needs to avoid an unintended pregnancy. And yes, I know now that her 'plan' for what she thought of as birth control was probably the poorest possible one to choose. But I loved her and wanted to be responsible.

"I have to shoot!" I gasped, warning her that I was going to pull out.

Now I have to say I knew about her fingernails. That was one of the things the girls did at sleepovers - each other's nails. And they did them up fancy, painting little moons, or stars or whatever on them. She actually ate celery every day to keep her nails strong and make them grow faster. She had even drawn blood with a couple of them, that first time we made love. So I knew about her nails.

But I had never felt eight of them all puncturing my ass at the same instant, as muscles made strong by cheerleading drove them toward my chest. Had I actually felt them on my chest, I would have understood. I would have known she was pushing me away from her, before all that dangerous sperm exited my penis and entered her fertile body. But that's not what they urged. What they urged - nay demanded - was that my prick stay lodged deeply in her belly.

"Pheeee!" I whined, not understanding. I was supposed to pull out! But she wouldn't let me!

And it was too late, and I felt the familiar, though now not-so-welcome pulses in my groin. Those pulses had always been highly sought after before this, as my hand flashed along the length of my cock and milked the sweet release from it. I stared into Phee's face. Her eyes were open and wide.

"I do feel it!" she hissed.

And I swear, it felt like a hand was wrapped around my prick, squeezing it and letting it go again, almost like I was milking all the joy out of it with my own hand. I even looked at both of my hands, planted firmly on the sheet beside each of her perfect, luscious breasts.

"Wow," I whispered, trying to figure out how to tell her what I was feeling.

"Ohhhh Tut, I like this," she moaned, as I squirted again.

Well duh!

But that's not what she meant. She didn't mean she liked sex.

She meant something that had been part of her fantasy for years ... the fantasy that somehow arranged it so that we could live together like married people. Her puppy love crush on her big brother had lasted for years and years, and along with that was the fantasy she had already alluded to, but which had slipped by me like a ghost in the night.

In that fantasy ... she did have my babies.



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Chapter 9


There are good reasons why they don't let you have a driver's license until you're sixteen. Your judgment is flawed before that. Actually, they hope your judgment isn't still flawed, when you turn sixteen. There's more and more science that suggests young people should not be allowed to make serious decisions until they're in their early twenties.

But of course that would never do. There would be an uprising of all those young people if they were required to wait until they had a whole brain to do things like drive a car ... or have sex.

Of course, there's a big difference between driving a car and having sex. One is a privilege, granted by competent authority, which can be withdrawn. The other is nature's way of keeping the species alive and vibrant. And while the urge to drive is exceptionally strong in most young people ... the urge to procreate puts that to shame.

And all the issues of common sense, and responsibility, and lectures and warnings ... while they may be taken in and noted by the young participants ... they actually assert no more control than the knowledge that you're supposed to stop at a stop light at three in the morning when there's no other car in sight.

Maybe even less.

Now. Add in a years-long fantasy, something she loved the idea of, and was angry about because she couldn't have it, and you end up with a girl who makes foolish decisions.

I'm not saying it was all her fault. We could talk about the male's part in the whole thing. But with the vast majority of all biological, living creatures, procreation only takes place when the female welcomes it.

Why have I gone off on this tangent?

To explain why, after I fertilized my sister for the second time that evening, her kisses were even more ardent, and the way she clutched me, told me we weren't finished yet. Not that I wanted to be. We lay there like real lovers, and traded little kisses, and a few short confessions of love, and Phee said, "I want to stay like this forever," and eventually I got hard again - I had actually gone soft after I spurted the second time and she felt the change from soft to renewed vigor, and she whispered, "I want you again," and yes, I know this is a run-on sentence, but that's what this whole thing was like. It was like not being able to get a deep breath, but not caring because you hadn't passed out yet, and it was all too wonderful to bring to a halt.

Somehow we got rolled over, and in the writhing she did on top of me - which just about made me crazy, by the way - my penis went back inside her, where it was hot, and slippery from all that dangerous semen I had deposited there. She made this sound, deep in her throat when that happened, and I swear if I had found Aladdin's magic lamp at that moment, my very first wish would have been, "Let this never end!"

She sat up, impaled. Her hair was all messed up, and flying every which way. Her upper chest was dark red, and matched her hair. Her nipples were sticking out like they had been pumped up with air and might pop. I didn't know it, but I was seeing the quintessential image of a well-fucked, happy woman.

Without words, she experimented until she learned how to lean forward, just a little bit, supporting her upper body with her hands on my chest, and scoot forwards and backwards so her clit was massaged. At one point she hung her head and said, "Ohhh, Tut. This is so beautiful, Tut. I almost can't stand it!"

That was the first time in my life I wanted to cum ... and somehow made myself not do it.

It was magical. She went for a long time. Her orgasms were different this way. They weren't as strong or violent or something. She just whined, and her internal muscles turned into that hand that squeezed my cock. On impulse, I reached for those nipples and tenderly squeezed them, afraid they might burst, and she cried out, but in a way I knew meant I had done something good.

I watched her do that four times before she stopped and just sat there, her head hanging down. Her breath moderated, and she slowly lay down on top of me.

"I love you so much," she whispered.

I've used terms like "making love" here, most recently, because that's what it felt like. But at that moment something else reared its head. I don't quite know how to describe it, but it wasn't anywhere near making the kind of love we had been making. Suddenly, I felt the urge to be on top, and I rolled her over, spreading my legs first to squeeze them against hers as we rolled, so that my legs were on the outside now, and hers were together. And I left them that way as I powered forward, getting as deep as I could.

It felt completely different. When she'd been on top of me, I could feel the tip of my prick digging into something hard. Now there was just intense pressure on the shaft and head as it moved. And my only thought, at that moment, was to spurt. I wasn't trying to get her to make those sounds any more. Somehow, this was my time. I actually didn't care whether it felt good to her or not. I would agonize over that for days. And all she did was lie there and look up at me, but there was no recrimination in her eyes. I wasn't paying that much attention, but when I thought back on it, it seemed like she was just watching me because she was curious about what I would look like while I was thus engaged.

It didn't take long. The pressure was so strong that I could feel the pain swiftly approaching ... that pain that can only be assuaged in one way ... by the rush of semen through the over-sensitive urethra. And when it came, I growled, because I was no longer making love to my sister.

I was breeding her.

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It sounds worse than it really was. I didn't mean to get Phee pregnant. Not in the sense that I thought about it and made a conscious decision to act in that way. But, effectively, that's what we were doing. We were obeying nature's demand to procreate. And nature doesn't give a quirly quip if you're brother and sister or not. The combination of undeveloped teenaged brains, and fully developed emotional bonds led to us doing things we shouldn't have done.

Happens all the time, right?

Well not to me. And not to Phee either. It scared the crap out of us. We finally realized that we had been engaged in trying to make a baby for hours, and that our parents might show up any time, and there was a flurry of activity as both of us tried to expunge the evidence of our carnal no no. Phee jumped in the shower while I got the sheets off my bed and put them in the washer. When she came out, I went in and she made up my bed with new linens and changed the sheets over to the dryer. We actually only had fifteen minutes to calm down and act normal before our tired parents came in the door, hugged us, and went to bed.

The only problem was that square dancing, while it tires them out ... also fires them up, if you get my drift.

Phee and I could both hear Mom's approval of whatever Dad was doing to her in their bedroom. We'd heard it before, of course ... we just hadn't known what it had meant, all those years. We thought we had ... but we hadn't. Not really. Not until now.

And we did talk about our problem after that. It was no longer shoved in a closet. We both agreed that making a baby was a bad idea. I actually did buy some condoms, but we didn't use them. Not for a long time, actually. It wasn't that we didn't want to make love. It was more like we knew, now, how easily things like that could get out of control. And, thinking back on things, I think it occurred to both of us that we would have ended up using three condoms that night ... and that would have changed the whole atmosphere.

So we exerted some control and didn't do anything - not even kiss - for almost a month. Part of the reason we could last that long was because her period was late, and it scared the shit out of both of us. Only later would I learn that worry can make a woman start late. And she was worried.

Plus, on most Friday nights, which was when the parents went out square dancing, there was a sleepover at somebody else's house. So that made it easier for us.

Until, that is, the rotation brought the sleepover back at our house.

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You might think that all these little side trips I've been taking, where I talk about brains and philosophy and emotions are all just a bunch of teenage hooey. But they're not. By the end of this story, if I hadn't told you all this ... if I hadn't explained what was happening ... you'd just think I'm some kind of amoral animal. But I'm not. It's more complicated than that.

Phee and I were trying hard not to make a baby. That's important to understand. But that didn't mean we didn't want to. And, because Phee was Phee, and the girls were the girls, what with all their history and their own emotional and sexual entanglements, there was no way she could keep it a secret from them. They already knew that both she and Danni had sucked my cock, and by the time they showed up for the sleepover, Danni knew Phee wasn't a virgin any more.

That Danni still came for the sleepover should tell you something. Something important.

Of course I didn't know all that, then.

So, after some rather intense discussion, and before the rest of them knew that Phee and I had done the nasty, the agenda for the evening was for the rest of the girls to get caught up with Phee and Danni in the mysterious world of oral sex.

Perhaps, you have an inkling of what that was like for Phee and Danni. There I was, naked again, lying on Phee's bed again, my erection straining up into the air as Beth held it with two fingers and stared at it. Phee was, no doubt, thinking about how good it would feel if it were buried in her belly, and Danni was wide-eyed, trying to imagine what it might feel like in a belly other than Phee's.

Denise and Frankie were breathlessly watching Beth's mouth, which had assumed an O shape, whether she knew it or not. Her fingers tried to make the foreskin slide down, but they were too close to the base. In the end, she grasped the shaft in the more familiar jack-off grip and did it that way.

She stared at it for a long time and then, without warning, her mouth just swooped and engulfed the head. There were multiple gasps and her hand moved and she choked the crap out of herself when her nose bounced off my pubic hair. She pulled back off, coughing, but her hand moved back to grip my cock again.

"I think that was too far," she said, probably to herself. She cleared her throat, moved her hand up and down a couple of times, and then, much more gently, tasted my penis. She gave a tentative little suck, and I made a noise of happiness. Her eyes darted to my face, and I didn't know what to do. Give her the thumbs up? I don't think so. Grin? Probably not good either. Say "Good girl" and pat her head? Definitely not.

I settled for "Please don't stop."

Apparently that was the right thing to say, because she didn't. She moved her lips onto the shaft, and then back. I could feel her tongue flirting with the head. She did that again and pulled off, still gripping the base. She looked at my face.

"I like it," she said softly.

"Me too," I said. My breathing was rough. I admit it.

"Okay. I'll try it," said Denise, as though she had just made a momentous, well thought out decision of immense importance.

She moved to the other side of the bed, and I deduced that Phee and Danni had shared rather intimate details about how this had been done when they did it together. Beth didn't seem to mind sharing, anyway. In fact, Beth held it for Denise, and said, "Just do the tip at first. It's really smooth and hard. The skin on the side feels weird, but not bad."

And then Denise was sucking my dick and I knew something that the other girls didn't know. Denise had done this before. There was no way this was her first time. She was much too good at it. Admittedly, she should have gotten an Oscar for the performance she put on, acting all hesitant and such, but when her mouth engulfed me, I knew she could draw the sap from me in no time.

"If you keep doing that I'm going to cum," I panted.

She almost blew the whole deal by bouncing her nose off my pubes, but then, too long after she came off of me, she coughed and pretended to have gotten too much. She also wouldn't look at me or the rest of the girls. She stood up and moved back. Beth stayed there on her knees and looked over at Frankie.

Frankie walked slowly to where Denise had vacated, but she looked at my face, instead of my saliva-damp penis. She leaned down and kissed my lips gently before pulling up to where her face hovered sideways, maybe six inches above mine. It was a weird orientation and I wanted to turn my head, but couldn't.

"I'll do it if you want me to," she said.

"I only want you to do it if you want to," I responded.

One quick aside, here. That comment ... what I said to Frankie that night ... along with a promise I kept a little later, was the reason two of those girls later decided to have sex with me. How about that?

"I'm scared," she said. "I'm afraid it will be yucky."

"It's not yucky at all," assured Beth.

"She's right," agreed Denise.

Danni said, "Beth, take off your clothes."

Practically everybody in the room turned to stare at Danni. She was flushed, and clearly agitated.

"Just do it," she said.

So Beth did. Her eyes were on mine as she did it, and she watched me watch her disrobe. She flushed too, but I'm absolutely sure it was because she was pleased with what she saw in my eyes.

"Now, lie down next to him," said Danni.

"Danni!" said Phee, with warning in her voice.

"Don't worry," said Danni, which didn't make any sense to anybody, except possibly to Phee. She looked at Beth. "I'm going to help Frankie. Don't worry."

"Help Frankie?" Beth didn't understand. Nobody did. Not even Phee.

"Just trust me," insisted Danni.

So Beth got on the bed next to me. That she was nervous was evident in the fact that she lay on her back, next to me, stiff as a board.

"Relax," said Danni, her voice less stern. "You like him, remember? Roll over and give him a hug. We've all wanted to do that ... hug him naked. Just do that."

Apparently she was right, because Beth warmed up to that idea pretty quickly. She nestled in to press her naked front against my naked side. I slid my left arm under her.

"Hi," I said. "I like this idea."

"I bet you do," she said, but she didn't sound worried.

"Now raise this leg," said Danni, grabbing Beth's left ankle and pulling it up.

"What are you doing?!" complained Beth.

"I'm doing something you're going to like a lot, and that will help Frankie," insisted Danni.

There was a tense silence as Beth thought about it, and then lifted that leg into the air. Danni said, "Now, don't move!" and went around the bed. She put a hand under my butt and said, "Roll toward her, Tut, but otherwise don't move either."

When I did, she reached over me, gripped my erection and, as if she had practiced it a thousand times, tipped the tip of my rod right between Beth's pussy lips.

"Stop!" said Danni as Beth gasped.

I don't know who she was talking to, but both Beth and I froze.

Danni swabbed the tip of my cock between Beth's pussy lips, which I could tell were just as hot and wet as Phee's had been.

Beth was turned on.

Then Danni rolled me backwards and pushed Beth onto her back and stood up. She looked at Frankie.

"Now it tastes like Beth."

Frankie stared at Danni, her mouth open. Then she closed it and folded her arms under her modest breasts.

"You bitch!" she said, but without rancor.

"Hey. Just trying to help," said Danni.

That got some laughs, but it also broke the tension. Frankie approached the bed and lay on top of Beth as she calmly put her mouth on my dick and sucked. She sucked strongly, moving her lips fractionally, before pulling off and moving. Nobody knew what she was going to do until her chin was already forcing its way between Beth's thighs.

Beth squawked and lurched, in the process of which her legs spread apart, which let Frankie's tongue get brief contact with where my penis had so recently been. Frankie sank to her knees.

"Yup," she said. "Tastes just like Beth."

It was amazing our parents didn't come investigate the uproar.

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Frankie did more than break the tension. Somehow she made it all seem normal. And what Danni had done, which she did out of frustration, as I later found out, also changed the mood. When Beth's pussy lips were touched by a penis, that seemed to break down some magical wall. It didn't happen right away. They all took turns sucking on my honker, none of them for long enough to bring me close. But eventually, Frankie said, "I want to see what Denise tastes like that way."

It did get quiet. For some reason everybody looked at Beth. Maybe it was because she was still naked. She had already told me she loved the way I looked at her when she was naked, and since I was naked too, she didn't mind that the others were still had on their PJs.

"It didn't hurt," she said, which I thought was a little odd.

Then they all looked at Denise, who was looking at me.

"Do you promise not to put it in me?"

I swallowed. Then I nodded.

Danni started toward me, but Denise said, "No. I want him to do it."

She had some idea of what she wanted, because she told me to get off the bed. Then she skinned out of her PJs without blinking an eye and lay back on the bed, with her ass on the edge and her heels planted by her ass. She was wide, fucking open and I about died!

"You promised," she said, with a voice that my brain clearly interpreted as, "I don't really think you'll keep that promise ... and I'm not at all sure I want you to."

But I had promised, so I kept it. She was too low for me to stand, but too high for me to do it on my knees. So I had to lean over her and hold myself up with one hand on the bed, while I gripped my cock with the other hand. We made eye contact, and she bit her lower lip between pearly white teeth. I looked down and she raised her head.

Remember those puffy, ripe, bulging pussy lips, where the inner lips pushed out between the outer lips like a piece of fruit broken open? They were visibly wet as I pushed my cock against them and moved it around. She moaned, and my cocktip found the split and spread things apart. I moved the tip up, trying to find and touch her clit and she sucked air fast. Then I swabbed the tip around one more time and let go to use both hands to stand up.

Frankie was on her knees in front of me in a flash. Her mouth engulfed my cock and her hands went to my ass cheeks. In the next ten seconds, Frankie Sykes learned how to deep throat. She later told me she'd seen it in porn videos, and thought it was the hottest thing you could do to a guy. So she wasn't scared to try it, and she happened to slide past the gag reflex on her first try.

The outburst as she flattened her nose against my pubes wasn't quite as loud as before.

But Phee still went and stood by the door, ready to intercept investigating adults.

Who knows what might have happened then, but the fact is that Frankie's obvious love of the game brought it to a screeching, spurting end.

I warned her, but she had also seen swallowing performed on screen countless times. I think she just assumed that since she liked sucking one so much, she'd also like what came out of it.

She made a face, as it turned out, but she still swallowed.

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"I shouldn't have done that," sighed Frankie. She was lounging on the bed on my left side, while Beth lounged on the bed on my right side. "I wanted to taste the others that way too." She grinned, like she'd said something funny.

Danni was pacing. Phee was still standing by the door. Denise was sitting on the floor with her hand in her PJ bottoms. But it wasn't moving. My penis was, once again, lying listlessly on the left side of my abdomen.

"Tell Tut to go back to his room and you can taste me direct," said Denise.

"I saw you rubbing after he touched you," said Beth.

"We're all friends here," I said. I felt pretty bold by then. "Why can't I stay and watch?"

Denise looked at me. "Because Danni will go down on your sister too."

There it was. Out in the open. Phee had gotten naked last time. I had described her. I had even admitted I thought of her in very un-brotherly ways. I sensed this was a pivotal point in things. And I was a teenaged boy.

"I don't think that would kill me," I said softly.

Danni's half hysterical bark of laughter burst from her mouth. Something in her voice made all the girls turn to look at her. I saw Phee's pleading eyes, and the little shake of her head, and I suddenly knew that she'd spilled the beans to her best friend. You'll find out later how wrung out she was, but somewhere, Danni found the strength to get a grip.

"Let him stay," she said. "I'm so fucking horny I don't care." Her hands went to her PJs and in seconds the top slid from her shoulders. She bent, pushing her bottoms down.

I scrambled. I wasn't about to mess up a great thing by giving anybody time to think. In no time at all, Denise was on her back beside Danni. Frankie leaned in to suck the poochy pussy lips I had so recently touched, and my sister displayed her pussy from behind as she dived to shove her tongue into Danni's snatch.

Beth took my hand, and I realized she was standing beside me. I looked at her, and she stared back.

"Would you touch me... ?" she asked.

"Sure," I said.

There was a bench at Phee's vanity, and Beth sat on one end of it. I sat on the other end and we put an arm around each other. She reached to grip my cock, and I let my fingers tease her dark pubes.

We kissed, and I dipped a finger into her hot, wet interior.

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I could describe it all, but I'm sure all of you have been there. The room was full of soft whines and grunts and other noises. My newly trained ears heard orgasms being had. Girls switched places, except for Beth, who sort of got preoccupied with having a male finger in her, and forgot to masturbate me. But I didn't care, because it was so much fun sucking on those nipples while I felt around inside her with my finger. She felt different than Phee. There was this rough patch of skin on the top of her vaginal canal, an inch or two in, and she just freaked out when I tickled that patch.

At one point she said, "That's enough. I don't think I can take any more." I stood up, and she leaned forward to capture my neglected, still-stiff prick in her mouth. She sucked on it, but it was more playing and exploring than actually trying to get anything done.

By then Denise and Frankie had satisfied each other. My sister was in the middle of what sounded like a nice cum, and when that was over, Danni raised her shiny face and looked around. She saw what Beth was doing.

"Frankie?" said Danni, kneeling on the bed. "You want to taste me on Tut?"

"Sure," laughed Frankie. Everyone was really relaxed now.

Danni got up and reached down to pull Phee up. Phee's knees were a little shaky, so Beth stood up and let her sit on the bench. Danni pushed me to the bed, positioning me on my back. She climbed on the bed, straddling my thighs. She knee-walked up and reached for my cock. Everyone was watching as she brought the tip between her shaved pussy lips, moving it up and down.

"Taste this," she said softly.

And she sank down, impaling herself in one, long, quick rush.



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Chapter 10


I'm not a poet or anything, but some things that happen in your life make you think in poetic terms. When Danni sank down on me and my penis dug deep into her belly, it was like she painted the room in splashes and wide swaths of astonishment. Not the least of those who were drenched with that paint was me.

"Ohhh shit," she grunted, as I felt the tip of my cock hit something hard inside her, just like was in Phee. The pressure around my cock was even tighter than Phee had been. It was, in fact, almost painful, because my foreskin had been stretched backwards cruelly.

"Danni!" squealed Phee and Denise at the same time.

"Ohhh fuck," whispered Frankie.

I stared up into Danni's face and as she clearly said "Ooops!" I could see very clearly this had been no mistake.

"Get off him!" yelped Denise.

But Danni didn't move. She finally broke the silence.

"No."

"Danni?" That was Phee again, and it wasn't a question. It was a warning.

"I don't care," said Danni, and I felt a tentative ripple around my shaft as she experimented with internal muscles that had never been used like this before. "If you can have it ... I want it too."

"Oh shit," said Phee, and covered her eyes.

"What?" Frankie chirped.

"Yes!" said Beth. "What do you mean ... if she can have it?"

It was Denise who got it first. But her reaction was strange. "Phee! You bitch! You promised we'd all agree!"

"It just happened!" wailed Phee. "I didn't plan it!"

"You did it?" gasped Frankie, as she understood. "With Tut?!"

Danni's hips jerked forward. She leaned over and put her hands beside my head, staring down into my eyes. Her belly did this impossible roll, like a belly dancer does, and it felt like a hand had stroked my prick up and down.

"You're in me, Tut," she whispered, clearly dazed.

I flexed my cock. I don't know why, but I did. My hands came up to cup and mold her breasts. It was just instinct, but then I rolled her nipples, because Phee had liked that so much.

"You bastard," she whispered.

"I didn't do this," I said back.

"Oh yes you did," she responded, her voice rough.

And then she started jerking her hips. I thought she was going to tear my cock off at the root, but she finally established a rhythm and I saw the shock in her eyes as her very first orgasm with a penis in her appeared so quickly and so effortlessly. She couldn't believe it, and when it hit her, the grimace on her face made me worry at first. Then she fell on my chest and her hips humped. That's all I can call it. They just kept up this rapid humping motion, moving them only a few inches, as she came hard on my penis.

"Ohhh Tut," she whined in my ear.

She was happy. There was no doubt about it.

And when a woman is happy like that ... I spurt.

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When Danni dug her toes into the bed beside my hips and flexed her thigh muscles, there was a wet, squelching sound as she pulled herself off of me. A long, thick line of white connected her pussy lips to my cock until my penis flopped over and the string broke. They all stared as evidence of her fertilization appeared and dropped to splat wetly on my flaccid penis, from whence it came.

"Damn," sighed Frankie.

"What did you do?" Denise's voice sounded shaky. Her head turned to look at Phee. "What did you do?"

Phee was pale, and looked away.

"I'm not sorry!" Danni tried to sound tough, but her voice shook as she stepped down off the bed. "I'm not sorry," she said again. Maybe she was trying to convince herself.

"That was so hot!" said Frankie.

"I suppose you want to try it," snapped Denise.

"No fucking way!" said Frankie. "But it was sure cool to see."

"What happened to us?" complained Denise. "We had an agreement. Now two of you have broken it!" She looked at Phee again. "I especially can't believe you did it!"

"Bull," said Danni, who had her fingers blocking the release of more of my semen. "You knew she was turned on by Tut. She's admitted it before."

"I thought she was trying to make us feel better for the way we felt about him!"

"Well, I knew how she felt about him," said Danni. "She felt about him the same way I feel about him. That's why I had to do it. I watched him, making you feel good, and I couldn't stand it because I knew how good he made Phee feel, and I had to feel that too."

"Yes," said Beth, speaking for the first time. "Let's talk about how you knew Phee did her brother ... and the rest of us didn't."

"That's my fault," said Phee. "I made her promise."

"Why?" Beth sounded hurt.

"I don't know," wailed Phee. "It wasn't supposed to happen! I didn't mean for it to happen. He's my brother! I was afraid of what you'd say!"

It was quiet for long moments as the girls seemed to reflect on that.

"So ... what was it like?" asked Frankie.

Both Beth and Denise shot her dirty looks.

"What? It happened. We can't unscrew them. And we have talked about this ... with this boy!"

"You have?" I couldn't keep the pleased sound out of my voice.

"Shut up!" snarled at least three of them, in chorus.

"When we talked about that it was theoretical," said Denise. "As I recall, Beth asked that if we were going to do it, would we do it with Tut?"

"And everybody said yes," said Danni.

"Except me," said Frankie.

"We know you'll never do it," snapped Danni. "You don't count."

"Hey!" I said loudly. I sat up. "Friends don't say stuff like that."

"Well she won't," complained Danni.

"Whether she ever has sex or not is her business," I said. "But don't tell her her opinion doesn't count."

"Who promoted you to having a say in things?" asked Beth, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

"You did, when you agreed to kiss me," I shot back.

She didn't look happy, but she didn't say anything else either.

"Well Frankie's not doing it ... and I'm not either," said Denise. She was clearly mad.

"Nobody said you had to," said Danni. "Why are you so pissed off, anyway. If you don't want to, fine!"

"We were supposed to do it together!" yelled Denise.

"Shhhhhhh!" went Phee. "You want my parents in here?"

"We couldn't all have sex with him at the same time anyway," said Beth.

Denise ignored her. "I'm just mad, Phee," she said. "Frankie was the first to kiss him. Danni was the first to jerk him off. You were the first to fuck him. How come I never get to be first at anything?"

"He picked you to describe first," said Beth. "It's me who never gets to do anything first."

Denise turned a frosty visage on her friend. "He touched your pussy with his dick first. He said he thinks about getting you pregnant! You want to be first with that, Beth?"

"Okay, okay. You're first for whatever happens next." Beth gave up.

"What else can happen?" Denise was clearly going to remain unhappy.

"I have an idea," I said.

Five female faces turned to stare at me. I expected to be yelled at, but nothing happened.

"What?" said Phee.

"Denise has the prettiest pussy," I said. "The only thing that could make it prettier is if she was shaved."

"Phee and Danni are already shaved," Denise reminded me darkly.

"Yes, but they weren't shaved by me," I said.

It was quiet for a long time until Beth broke the silence.

"Her first ... and then me."

For some reason they all looked at Frankie.

"He's not getting near me with a razor," she said firmly. "No fucking, and no cutting off my bush. I'll suck his dick all day long, but not any of that other stuff."

Then they all looked at Denise.

She looked around, ending up with me.

"Well ... I do have a new bikini that's going to require I do something ... down there."

"I'll go get a razor and some gel," said Phee.

"What? Now?" Denise sounded rattled.

"Why not now?" asked Danni, her voice over sweet.

"I'm just not ready," said Denise.

"Well you better get ready if you want to be first," said Beth, making it clear she intended to forge ahead.

"I suppose you have a new bikini too," said Denise, darkly.

"No, but after tonight I'm gonna go buy one."

Frankie laughed. "Hurry up. I can't wait to see what you feel like smooth."

"You are such a slut!"

The kidding went on until Phee got back with the can of gel, some scissors and a new razor still in the package.

There was some confusion as to how to proceed. We couldn't move the whole party to the big bathroom that had the shower in it. It would be too obvious to the parents when a whole gaggle of girls, some of them naked, all trooped in there. Not to mention their naked son scampering in as well. And our bathroom just had a small sink and toilet. In the end, Beth sat behind Denise, supporting her in a half-sitting position, while Frankie and Danni each held a leg, pulling her thighs apart. With her ass on the edge of the bed, I had unfettered access to her girly parts. Phee made me wait to start until she went quietly to the kitchen and got a bowl, which she filled with warm water in our bathroom.

"That's to clean the razor in," she said.

"He knows how to shave," said Frankie.

"I shave at least twice a month, whether I need it or not," I said, staring at Denise's bulging pussy lips.

"He has an electric razor," said Phee.

"Please don't cut me," whined Denise.

"I promise," I said.

I sat on the bench and leaned in to snip with the scissors.

"You have such a beautiful pussy," I sighed.

"Thanks," said Denise. "Please don't cut me."

"I won't cut you!" I said. "Just relax!"

Phee brought me a washcloth she had soaked under the hot water and then squeezed dry. I put it on the stubble that remained and Denise actually relaxed.

"That feels good," she said.

I let her pubes get nice and soft and then handed the cloth to Phee. I spread gel around, rubbing her pussy lips in the process. Her hips moved and she went "Uhhh!"

"She's got a sensitive clitty," said Frankie.

Her hair was light and sparse in the first place, so it was actually pretty easy to carefully scrape it away. It took maybe twenty-five or thirty strokes. Phee handed me the washcloth again and I cleaned all the foam off. Her pussy lips bulged obscenely. They just looked so tasty, that I went for it.

"Hey," I said. "I just thought of something else you can be first at."

"What?" she asked.

"This," I said.

I leaned down and sucked those lips into my mouth, like I had alluded to when I described her that night. I pushed my upper lip against where I hoped her clit was and moved it around.

She squealed and moaned and said, "Oh shit," a couple of times. I looked up to see Beth's fingers playing with Denise's nipples. Denise's eyes were closed. I should have given her clit more attention, but chewing on those fleshy lips was so much fun I kept doing that. Eventually, though, I knew it was time to move on. I stood up and displayed my brand new certified erection. There was still some smears of sperm on my penis, left over from when Danni ambushed me. I stroked it a couple of times.

Denise's eyes went round and she tried to scoot away from me.

"No! I'm not ready for that!" she gasped. "No! Let me go!"

I sat back down.

"I'd never force you," I said. "Next?"

Beth wasn't worried. She got into the same position, except it was Phee who held her up and Denise took over handing me things.

"Just like you did to her," said Denise.

"All of it?" I licked my lips.

She nodded.

It took longer, because her hair was thicker, but eventually her pretty pink lips were exposed. I wiped her off and put my finger at the top of her split, where her clit was barely poking out. It turned out she had the biggest one in the group. I leaned down and could smell her arousal. It was quiet as a tomb.

"Don't tease me, Tut," moaned Beth.

First, I just licked from bottom to top. She shuddered. Then I zeroed in on that big clitty and sucked just it. Beth's hips jerked, and she panted, "Not like you guys. Not at all!"

She had lifted her ass a little, trying to shove her pussy up against my face, but she couldn't because they had her feet in the air. So I slid my hands under her butt and used them to pull her pussy against my face. Then I just sucked and licked and poked my tongue in her and basically just rubbed my face in her pussy. It was a blast, and so was listening to the laughter of the girls and the noises Beth made. I didn't really try to give her an orgasm, but I made sure she got some stimulation.

Like I had with Denise, I stood up and showed her my boner, stroking it.

She didn't squeal or yell to be let go. She just stared up at me.

"You don't have to," said Phee softly.

Beth looked up and back at Phee. "Sure, you'd say that. You know what it's like."

She looked at Danni, who had one of her legs. Danni looked back at her for a long time.

"You won't be sorry if you do," she finally said.

I stopped stroking. I'd been posturing. I didn't intend to fuck anybody.

"Just a little bit," whispered Beth. "Just the tip."

It was awkward. I honestly believe that nobody suggested a change of position, because nobody wanted to give anybody a chance to change their mind. Phee and Danni, on one level, didn't want to be alone in having lost their virginity. Denise and Frankie wanted to see what it looked like up close and personal. Beth was just scared and wanted to get it over with. And I was afraid that if I suggested we just lie down together, I'd lose my chance to find out what another pussy felt like.

I'm not proud of it ... but that's kind of what was going on, on a basic animal level.

I'm telling you, there is no way to be prepared for something like this. I ended up putting my hands on Phee's shoulders. Her head was right beside Beth's, and they could both look at my face. I sagged my hips and Danni, of all people, reached to grasp my penis and aim it.

"A little farther," she said, as if she were a construction Forman guiding a crane operator. I almost laughed, but didn't. "A little farther," she said again. "Almost there."

Phee's face appeared in front of mine. She kissed me. She broke the kiss and I looked down to see her hands playing with Beth's breasts. Then I felt heat engulf the tip of my penis and I sagged some more.

"I only said a little," gasped Beth as she got half my prick in her.

But she was buttery soft and slick. There was very little pressure, maybe because her legs were being held wide apart.

"Sorry," I said, as I sagged even farther. My pubes tickled her newly bare vulva. "I'll take it out."

"Don't you dare!" she gasped.

"Really?"

"I need to lie down," she panted.

Phee wiggled out from behind her and she flopped down onto the bed. I leaned forward with her, and my hands landed beside her shoulders on the bed as I leaned to ensure I stayed deep inside her. My toes were on the floor in the pushup position. Frankie and Danni were still holding her feet.

I gave a little jerk forward with my hips, and she went, "Uhhh!" Then she said, "Let go of my feet!"

As soon as they did, she wrapped her legs across my back and thrust her pelvis up. I pushed with my arms and carried her a foot up onto the bed, where I was able to get my knees on the bed too. She bounced and twisted, lurching sideways. Two more of those got us onto the bed, lengthwise, and suddenly I was pounding her as she urged me on. It got violent quickly, and it got that way because it was instinct in both of us to do it that way. It was weird.

Beth, it seems, liked to talk dirty during sex. I think it surprised her as much as it did the rest of us. The first thing she said was, "Tut, you're fucking me so good. Fuck me you bastard!" Then she said, "You did this to Phee and Danni. I bet they fucking loved it, because I love it. Don't ever stop, you fucker. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeeeeee... !" Her first orgasm was already there. She'd been scared, but once things were in motion, she welcomed it like a long lost sister.

"Don't squirt in her, Tut," said Phee, leaning toward my head.

"What?" I was being shaken to death by a strong girl who was jerking her pussy up and sideways and every which way. With her legs clamped around me, all I could do was hold on and bounce up and down, trying to shove my dick in her every chance I got.

"Don't cum in her!" warned Phee.

"Cum?"

"He's toast," I heard Danni say. "We have to pull him off.

Hands grabbed me. Beth moaned "Nooooooo don't stop!"

And, in the middle of what could only be described as a semi-erotic wrestling match, I squirted Beth's pussy plumb full of hot spunk.

It wasn't my fault. With her legs wrapped around me like that, I couldn't pull out.

Eventually she went limp and so did her arms and legs. Phee, who had a grip on my left biceps, and Danni, who had the right one, jerked me backwards. There was that squelching sound again and my cock flipped up, flicking a thin stripe of semen off to the left, where Frankie happened to be standing. It hit her arm and she looked at it curiously.

Wiping it up with her finger, she put it in her mouth to clean it off.

"Funny," she said. "He tastes better and better as time goes by."



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Chapter 11

When I was in Mr. Killeshan's English class, we read a lot of stuff. I don't remember any of it except the poem by Robert Burns titled, "To a mouse". There's more in the title than that, but I can't remember it, except it has "plow" in it.

It's pretty long, but I remember this one line really well. It was: "The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley." It's English, though there are a bunch of words like "agley" that none of us could understand. Mr. Killeshan translated that line into modern English as "The best laid schemes of mice and men go often awry." Several of us guys tried to memorize a bunch of those old English words and use them in everyday speech. Other than "aft agley" the only one I remember now is "foggage" which means coarse, green grass. I got a real kick out of it when my dad told me to go mow the lawn one day and I said "What, destroy the foggage?" Teenagers. Go figure.

But the point is that I understood the significance of that line immediately, and have never forgotten it. You can plan, and scheme and set things up just so, but that doesn't mean things will go like they're supposed to.

Such as buying a dozen condoms, and then having sex four times without ever opening the box.

I'll save you from having to go back through all this to find where I bought the condoms, and then see who I had sex with next. It was Danni first, then Beth a few minutes later. If you remember, Phee and I didn't let ourselves get in the situation where we could make love. That's probably why we forgot all about the condoms until I was already balls deep in Danni ... and then Beth ... and spurting them full of baby makers. Out of sight ... out of mind.

Now, the most clever of you will have noticed I said four times.

Well, number three was about three in the morning, when who I thought was Phee slipped into bed with me naked. Almost immediately, though, I recognized the scent that meant "Danni". We didn't speak. Instead we made out, lying on our sides, and after a dozen long, sensual kisses, and me sucking on her nipples for ten minutes or so, we kind of ended up with me on top of her and I kind of ended up sliding into her and she kind of professed her undying love for me and I never thought even once about the condoms under a stack of T shirts in my dresser, ten feet away.

And number four was later the next day when I was taking a shower after a run. I had slept late, and when I got up Mom said Phee and the girls had all gone out somewhere together. So I went for a long run, and when I got back I took a shower. The next thing I know, Phee got in with me and whispered "Danni snuck into your room last night, didn't she!"

"Are you crazy?" I gasped. "Mom and Dad are in the living room!"

"Didn't she?" insisted Phee, who was behind me, which meant I could feel her naked breasts pressing into my back. Her hands had already slid over my chest and found my dick, which had inflated like an airbag in a head-on collision.

"Okay, she did," I confessed. "Now get out before they catch us!"

Instead, she turned me around.

"Did you fuck her?"

"Please get out now," I begged. I couldn't turn the water off, because it was covering the sound of our speech.

She kissed me. She was so full of emotion that I was shocked to my core. It was like she was trying to eat me. When she broke that kiss, she left her wet face half an inch from mine, and held it there with her hands on either side of my face.

"Did you fuck my best friend last night?" She said it in a measured cadence, and she spoke very softly.

"Yes," I said. "Okay, yes. I was sleeping and she showed up and we made out and I thought it was you, at first, but then realized it was her and ... it happened."

"Did you use a condom?" she asked.

I blinked. That was the first time I thought of the condoms hidden under the stack of T shirts in my dresser.

"Uh ... no," I said. I felt, suddenly, like I had to come up with an excuse for not doing so. "It was dark," I said.

I guess it was a good excuse, because she kissed me again. That turned into a five minute kiss, with her writhing against me. You have to understand that Phee, being a redhead, was very intense, and had these moods where she was ultra-emotional. After thinking about it, I decided that was why we had made love that first time. She'd bottled up her feelings for so long that they just went on a rampage inside of her and broke out and she lost control. And that's what happened again, now.

While she kissed me she lifted one of her legs in a move the cheerleaders do every so often. It's the one where they leave one leg on the ground, and stick the other one straight up. Sometimes they bend over sideways, so they look like they're doing the splits sideways. Sometimes they hug the leg sticking straight up and stand there. It looks impossible, but with all the stretching and working out they do, it's easy for some of them. We were in the bathtub, so she had plenty of room. She brought my hand up to her ankle, and even a simpleton would have known she wanted me to hold it there. So I did, and her hand went to my penis and got it started in her pussy. I was at least a simpleton, so I knew what that meant too. I went up on my toes and slid deep into hot pussy.

Then it was hard to breathe, so we stopped kissing. I didn't pay attention to her leg and it started down. What with me being busy trying to jab my prick upwards, her leg fell, but that was okay, because I was already in and all that did was squeeze my cock tightly. I bounced and she panted and pretty soon she covered her mouth with her hand and her eyes got real big and that invisible squeezing hand started jacking me off inside her.

I didn't think about T shirts then either.

I just went up on my toes and gave her every drop I had in me.

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So that brings us up to date on the mice and men thing, and the fact that I was a very loose cannon when it came to spewing teenage semen around inside unprotected teenaged pussies. Sounds like the best of all worlds, doesn't it.

After all that I just described, Phee wouldn't speak to me for almost two weeks. She was mad because, from her perspective, it was my fault that the condom box was still in pristine condition. Then, the first time she did speak to me, it was to inform me that Danni's period was late by three days. After she told me that, she said "What are you going to do?"

This is both classic sister, and classic teenaged girl. They drop something like that on you, which you have absolutely no control over, and then ask you what your plans are to resolve the situation. Of course I didn't have an answer, and of course that made her mad at me again.

Two days later Danni had her period, which was great, because Beth had had one too, except now it was Phee who was late again.

And this time she was so late it turned into what is technically called a "missed" period.

As much as girls complain about their periods, you'd think that missing one would be an occasion to be happy.

Not so much.

There were tears and emergency meetings, and nobody touched my penis with a ten foot pole. At least nobody asked me what I was going to do. And, as young girls will, Phee decided to wait, and not tell our parents about this little burp in her menstrual cycle.

Which actually turned out not to be as insane as it seems, because exactly twenty-eight days later, she got her period right on schedule. About five years later, Phee (and therefore I) would learn from our mother that missed periods weren't all that unusual in our family. Mom had thought she was pregnant half a dozen times when all it was was a missed period due to stress.

Of course that would happen five years later, so the girls, in their mission to understand what had happened ... and not having access to a real, live doctor ... used the internet to try to figure out what had happened. And they even arrived at the right conclusion, that worrying about being late had caused them both to be late. In Phee's case, they found one citation that said stress could cause a missed period. They jumped on that with all ten feet, because that solved the problem.

Now the curious thing about all this is that in deciding to believe something they read on the internet, without any testing verification or anything like that, things somehow got translated into the idea that the dangers involving Tut and his penis were manageable after all.

In other words, they put all those ten foot poles back in the closet or wherever, because they didn't feel like they needed them any more.

Phee was the first, which might tend to blow your mind, seeing as how she'd been put through the wringer, thinking she was pregnant with an incest baby for a month. You're thinking about it the wrong way, though. Think "Get back on that horse and conquer your fears!"

The condom box was broken open, of course. Too much had happened to even be able to forget about condoms again.

You know how you never, ever hear somebody ranting and raving about how great it is to use a condom? There's a reason for that. Our first clue was in just getting the damn thing on. It's easy, right? Mrs. Hollister demonstrated that in Health and Human Sexuality class every year, using a banana. Mrs. Hollister isn't a bad looking woman, by the way, and I suspect she and her banana have been responsible for literally gallons of semen being brought into the world and deposited on hundreds of towels, or dirty underwear.

But the point is she made it look easy. Of course she'd done it dozens of times. And she didn't have to worry about the banana going soft on her because there's just nothing sexy about stopping in the middle of things and fumbling around with slippery latex. And you can't even begin to use a condom until things are "go for launch" so to speak. The first person who comes up with a condom that can be applied to a flaccid penis and still be where it's supposed to be when that penis is erect, will be a billionaire overnight.

Then there are all those claims about how natural this or that brand feels.

That's just bullshit. I've tried ten different brands, and they all feel like I'm fucking a bicycle inner tube.

Okay, maybe it's not quite that bad, but it's nothing like "natural."

But we used the damn things, and we got the job done, except it seemed more like work than having fun.

I know I'm making it sound like all pleasure was gone. That's not really true. There were some advantages. For example, the worry wasn't there any more. We didn't read the paper that came with them, and nobody remembers the statistics Mrs. Hollister faithfully reports, in an effort to scare kids into "just saying no." And, to be honest, I could go a lot longer when I was sheathed. The loss of sensation meant I didn't go off so soon. At one point we tried to see how many orgasms Phee could have in a row and we got to six before she got sore and we decided to stop.

Another silver lining was that, when I had a hard time getting enough sensation to cum, after Phee was happy she'd just strip off the condom and suck the spunk out of me. And the next best thing to a warm, willing pussy, is a warm, willing mouth.

Of course it wasn't just Phee. Once forbidden pleasures have been tasted, it's just natural to want to taste them again. And once Phee told Beth and Danni that condoms weren't so bad, they just had to find out for themselves.

So while the group sleepovers stayed on the rotating schedule, the frequency of individual sleepovers increased. The whole group knew about this, of course. And, of course, Danni and Beth had ulterior motives for wanting to come sleepover "alone" at our house. And Phee, since she could now have me any time she wanted, didn't mind at all if her partner for the night didn't spend all night in bed with her or not.

And I would like to point out here that I wasn't the total sex magnet this may tend to portray me as. There were some times when somebody would come over and not slip into bed with me in the middle of the night. On the other hand, in the interests of truth in reporting, when either Danni or Beth came over, it was usually to see both of the Robinson kids.

So what about Denise and Frankie? Well, that was most interesting, as it turned out.

Three more months went by this time, before the sleepover rotation got back to our house. It was getting on towards summer, and the weather was better, and families were getting out more and doing more things together, I guess. Anyway, the girls closeted themselves in Phee's room almost immediately, and stayed there. Usually they watched a movie. Mom and Dad were home, but they went to bed early, saying they were going to read. They "read" rather loudly, I might add. Their room is on the other side of one kitchen wall, and Mom really is appreciative of Dad's efforts.

And maybe that had something to do with things, because Denise was in the kitchen with me, gathering glasses and putting ice cubes in them and putting them on a tray with a couple of two liter bottles of soda, to take to Phee's room. She looked at the wall, and then looked at me. It was awkward.

Anyway, nobody came to get me. I expected them to, but nothing happened. I read for a while, but I was distracted. Finally I got up and went to the living room and started surfing through channels. I finally settled on Jimmy Kimmel. I had to have it low, though, and eventually I drifted off.

It was Phee who shook me awake.

"What are you doing?" she asked, sounding like I was doing something wrong.

"I fell asleep," I said.

"Out here?"

"Well duh." I was grumpy. Don't ask me why.

"Well come on," she said.

Grumpy or not, my relationship with Phee had changed significantly enough that whenever she said "Come on," I did. That usually led to happy times.

She took me to my room for some reason. Once we were there, she stopped and turned to me.

"Denise feels left out," she said.

"Left out of what?" I asked.

"Don't be stupid," she said, frowning. "But she's scared."

"Scared of what?" I asked. I didn't smile, but I wanted to.

"I said don't be stupid!" She knew me too well, because she added: "You know, you can be replaced. I'm sure there are a couple of hundred boys at school who would be happy to do as they're told to have access to what you have access to."

Suddenly it wasn't funny any more.

"Okay, okay. Don't get your panties in a wad."

"I'm not wearing panties," she said, sweetly. "Get a condom and follow me."

So I did.

Denise was a mess. She'd been crying and her eyes were still red. She was sitting in the middle of Phee's bed, Indian style. Frankie was sitting next to her, with an arm around her. Frankie was fine. She knew what she wanted ... and didn't want. It was Denise who was having difficulty making up her mind. She looked at us as we came through the door.

"I can't do this in front of everybody," she moaned.

"But we -" Beth started to remind her about their fricking votes and agreements and negotiations and all that crap. I sensed it. And I cut her off at the ankles.

"You don't have to," I said. "In fact, you don't have to do anything at all."

"Yes I do," she moaned.

"Well, you don't have to do that," I said. "We've done other things. Why don't you and I just spend a little quality time together?"

"Oh good grief," muttered Danni.

Denise bristled. Perhaps she had decided that being first to be shaved by Tut wasn't the big deal it had been made out to be. I don't know whether she knew about Danni sneaking into my room during sleepovers or not. But maybe being the first to officially get to be alone with me was a feather she wanted for her cap.

"Well I agree!" she said firmly. "You guys got to have him alone. It's my turn!"

"I thought you didn't want to do it," Beth reminded her.

"I don't want to do it in front of all of you!" Denise corrected.

"Fine!" said Danni, throwing up her hands. "Take her to your room."

Denise got off the bed and stood there in her flannel PJs. She looked nervous.

"Can I go with you, please?" asked Frankie.

Denise went to Frankie and hugged her. Then they kissed. It looked so natural that I wasn't even startled.

"You can be alone with him when you're ready," said Denise. "Let me be alone with him now."

"Okay," said Frankie, but she looked downcast.

Denise went to the bathroom and closed the door. I looked around, confused.

"What are you doing in here, dufus?" asked Danni. "And if you hurt her I'll kill you."

"Danni?" Phee had warning in her voice.

"I know he won't," Danni sighed. "This is just very frustrating."

I went through the bathroom and found Denise standing in the middle of my room. She still looked nervous.

"Denise," I said. "You don't have to do anything."

"I want to," she said. "Everybody else has."

"Frankie hasn't," I said.

"She's going to," said Denise. "I don't want to be last."

"Frankie's not going to do that," I said, firmly believing it.

"You're smart, Tut," she said. "But sometimes you can be so dumb. Frankie can't wait to lose her cherry to you."

"You sure couldn't tell it from listening to her," I said.

"She's in love with you," sighed Denise. "We all are."

"Why does everybody keep saying that?" I said. "That's silly."

"Of course it is," she said. "Since when are girls known for being all rational and sensible?"

I knew better than to agree with her. "So ... what do you want to do?"

"Can we just make out a little?"

"Absolutely," I said.

And we did. We started out just lying on the bed and kissing. She was still in her PJs and I was still in my shorts.

And slowly, as we kissed, I touched her here, and there, sliding my hand up inside her PJs and caressing smooth, warm skin. Her nipples felt like little rocks, and she started breathing faster. She didn't seem to mind as I unbuttoned her PJ top and bared her perky breasts.

I got her top open and she held my head to her as I sucked each nipple, trading back and forth.

"I want to taste you," I whispered.

"You are tasting me," she sighed.

I slid a hand into her bottoms, and split her pussy lips with a finger.

"Oh," she sighed.

She made no complaint when I pulled her bottoms off, and spread her legs to reveal those bulging, fleshy pussy lips.

Denise yipped. It wasn't loud, but she repeatedly made little yipping sounds as I attacked her pussy with my lips and teeth and tongue. Her hips gave a little jerk each time she yipped. She was obviously having a good time. Even so, it seemed like it was ten minutes before she grabbed my hair, went rigid, and grunted like a little pig. Copious amounts of luscious tasting fluid suddenly appeared, to be sucked noisily into my mouth. I was having fun, and she was having fun, so I just kept on munching. After another orgasm, she pushed at my head with gentle fingers.

I crawled back up to lie beside her, and laid my bent arm on her abdomen so my hand lay on one of her breasts.

"That was fun," she breathed, looking up at the ceiling.

"I'm glad."

"You're not as good as Frankie, but you're still pretty good," she said.

"Frankie's had more experience at it than I have," I suggested.

"You could say that."

She turned her head to look at me.

"Remember when Frankie wanted to taste me on you?"

"Of course," I said. "How could I forget something like that?"

"I really liked it when you touched me like that."

"You were scared."

"I know, but you promised not to put it in me, and I trusted you, and you kept your promise, and I liked it."

"I'm glad," I said.

She licked her lips. "I think I want to do that again now ... maybe more."

I moved my hand on her breast.

"We have all the time in the world," I said.

"I know that. But when you say things like that, it makes me want to try even more."

I pulled off my shorts. I was rock hard. She reached for it tentatively.

"I still can't believe it gets hard because of me."

"Well believe it," I said. "Why don't you keep holding it. That way you can make it touch you where you want it."

"Okay," she said, smiling.

We rolled together and she laid one leg across my hip. As her lips kissed me, I felt other lips kiss the tip of my cock.

Remember those best laid plans of mice and men? That condom was sitting right on my nightstand ... right where I had put it when I decided it probably wasn't going to be needed.

And it wasn't supposed to be needed. We were just playing, really. She was stroking her clit with the tip of my cock ... just feeling good and having fun while we made out.

Of course her hips were moving ... and my hips wanted to move too. And for a flashing instant, the head of my cock was once again surrounded by molten heat as it slipped between her bulging lips, but then either her hips pulled back, or I rolled a bit. But she'd felt it too, and apparently that wasn't too scary, because pretty soon it happened again. And then again, only this time it was a little deeper, and she moaned into my mouth. And her lips came loose from mine and she murmured into my mouth "I'm on fire, Tut. Help meeee."

And I rolled on top of her and slid forward and helped her.

In fact, I helped her three times before I froze and, as my prick spurted four or five times, I turned agonized eyes to the little foil packet still lying on the nightstand, twelve inches away.


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To Be Continued...
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Posted:  2013-03-04
Last Modified: 2013-03-09 / 10:24:52 am
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