Storiesonline.net ------- Sophomore Hop by Sausage Dog Copyright© 2003 by Sausage Dog ------- Description: Just a simple story containing a little coersion, a little blackmail, and a little sex. A short story about a mother and her wierd friends, and a brother and sister having fun. Codes: MF FF Mf cons reluc coer Blkm inc bro sis cheat exhib oral anal mastrb size beast ------- ------- Chapter 1: Homecoming Weekend Saturday Morning Jason sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. The nineteen-year-old teen looked at the clock and saw it was almost ten AM. Standing, stretching, and walking bare assed to the sliding glass door, he was surprised to find he was feeling completely rested. Although he did not get full nights sleep, he felt refreshed as he gazed out across the wide expanse of freshly mowed grass, reminding himself the gardener was a perfectionist. One year of college complete, Jason was elated with his grades, much better than he and his father expected. He would get a gift. The tradition started when he was young, and it could be anything from a dinner out to a week's trip to the islands. His mom was as pleased as he when, after his junior year, they went to the Bahamas as a reward, however he had a notion the trip was due to his sisters exceptional grades. Jason was particularly pleased as he expected the year to be much harder. He was looking forward to working with his father for the summer, for not only the experience, but also the fact he and his father would be together much of the time. Just eighteen years his senior, his father had young ideas and many thought they were brothers, they looked so alike. Grasping his seven-inch prick, he was especially looking forward to the extracurricular activities his father enjoyed. He suspected his parents were swingers, and the telephone conversations between he and his father recently were a good sign. Unfortunately, his parents were not aware he knew, learning himself just three days before returning to school after Christmas break. Stroking his prick, he visualized the evening he returned early, his date becoming sick. He entered the house and found his parents engaged in a foursome. His original intentions were custom, to inform his parents he was home. However, when he found the foursome in the game room he froze, shocked yet excited. Recalling those visions numerous times, he was anxious to inform his father he was aware of their activities, waiting for the perfect time, which would be when they were face-to-face. Stroking his erection, he recalled how beautiful his mother looked sucking the huge prick. The real shock was how easily she handled the prick. Its circumference equal to both his father's and his own, however the length exceeded his own by two inches. Its length, nine inches or more, was roughly twice that of his father. His mother was aggressively sucking the monster while his father seemed to be enjoying a leisurely blowjob from the slim woman kneeling between his legs. There was a dark side to the evening, Jason saw his mother as a sexy desirable woman for the first time, actually desiring to change places with the man. Those thoughts troubled him for months; he realized it was incest however, they remained foremost in his mind. Unaware he had been stroking his prick thinking about his mother, quickly removed his hand from his erection, aware he was reaching a dangerous level. Jason could see the pool looked inviting and decided to take an early morning swim to relieve his sexual tensions. Jason walked through the house and found his mother in the sitting room. "Mom, where are dad and Helen?" Marie looked up quickly, the natural color draining her face and becoming pale, "Jason! You scared the hell out of me. Helen spent the night with Eleanor, and your father flew to see your grandparents yesterday morning; your grandmother is in the hospital. I'm glad you are home, however we weren't expecting you until midweek." "Nana is in the hospital!" "Yes, your father called this morning and said she would be okay, however she will be in the bed for a week, and maybe longer. Your father would not allow me to tell you because he did not want to worry you before finals." "A scheduling conflict came up with my finals and they allowed us to take the class scheduled for next week early. I wanted to come home early and surprise you. I want to take a short swim, and I would enjoy some company," Jason said as he saw his mom staring at his prick pressing against his tight trunks. Jason did not wait for a response, feeling the pressure building in his groin as he walked from the room, the quick glimpse of his mother's breast had reignited his yearning. Wearing a dressing gown, he was quite sure she was naked underneath when he saw bare skin past her waist after they released one another from his morning hug. Marie was pleased to see Jason leave the room, yet deeply saddened. The erection pressing against his swimming trunks stirred desires within and she was aware they were wrong. He was her son and she was treading in a forbidden area; she was thinking incest. He was a man, the evidence clearly covered by his trunks. Marie moved to a position where she could watch him swim, wanting to join as he requested, yet afraid. She could not trust herself and she realized it as her hand slipped inside the robe and caressed a breast, pulling on a nipple. At first touch, she found it erect, as well as its companion nipple. Allowing her hand slide down slowly to cover her mound, she began working her finger inside the wet opening. She watched him swim for more than five minutes before she realized she was timing her fingers plunging inside her opening with his fast strokes, as he swam from end-to-end in the hundred-foot pool. Realization struck her when her body started trembling and her knees became weak, she was working her athletic body into an orgasm. Her finger continued moving swiftly, in and out, as she began loosing her strength and stability. Her son was a handsome young man, his physical appearance appearing much younger than his age, closer to that of his fifteen-year-old-sister. The many hours spent in the pool swimming laps developed his five-eleven frame and kept his weight at a level one-seventy, or so he professed. While her body was peaking with the most turbulent orgasm in months, she was envisioning herself lying under him as he drove his hard prick sharply into her leaking pussy. Suddenly realizing she had four fingers working into her pussy rapidly, she removed the hand and sat in the closest chair. Her breathing was beginning to return to an acceptable level after a few minutes and she looked in his direction one last time. Springing from the chair, she rushed in the direction of her room; he was walking to the door she was sitting nearest. The stinging spray of the shower felt excellent on his sore muscles, the twenty laps twice as many as he swam every other day. He had a reason for the additional laps however, he was working through his frustration and tiring himself. He could not get the thought of the sexy body cleared from his mind. He stepped from the shower and began toweling himself dry while staring into his closet, his selection of clothing much greater than his small room at the college. He made the decision early to forego wearing skivvies, letting his mind override his better judgment. Selecting the popular style Neru shirt and matching trousers, he had one foot raised to slide inside the trousers when the quick knock came on the door and it flew open. A five-five beauty charged into the room and called his name as she literally leaped into his arms. The reaction of raising his hands, allowed the trousers to drop to the floor as Helen wrapped her arms and legs around his body. The one-oh-five pounds of weight drove him back, however he was able to regain his balance before allowing both to fall in the floor. She was screaming his name in his ear and crying at the same time. "Jason, it's been so long! I have missed you so much, I love you." She was speaking through tear-stained eyes and his excitement was just as great as she declared to him. Two years since they had touched one another, a year of school living with friends in Great Britain, and an out-of-town cheerleading competition his visit at Christmas to blame. "I missed you too, Helen. Those phone calls do not make up for not being close to you." Jason was hugging her as tightly as she held him, two years was a long time so separate two siblings. "I love you and I have missed you very much," he said as her weight began sliding and he had to move his hand quickly to keep her from falling. His hand moved and he felt bare skin, he was holding her by the cheek of the ass. They maintained the hold on one another for over two minutes, pressing warm body against warm body; allowing herself to finally relax, she began sliding from his grip. Lost in the excitement of the meeting, Jason realized he was naked, and his sister's soft warm body was pressing against him. The situation became more serious when Helen stepped from his embrace and turned to her friend, "Eleanor, this is my brother, Jason. Jason, this is Eleanor, my best friend." Each girl gasped, covering their mouths at the same time, Jason's prick was standing fully erect and he was facing both. Quickly reaching for his trousers, he turned and tried putting them on quickly. As things do happen, he was bent over, his ass facing the girls, and he was having trouble getting his foot into the leg of the trousers. Almost falling, before regaining his balance, he heard both laughing. Frustrated at himself, he stopped and turned, facing his sister and her friend and casually slipped the trousers on, one leg without difficulty, and then the second. He looked at each girl as he pulled the shirt over his bare chest, wondering why he wasn't embarrassed. Neither girl had turned away nor averted their gaze and after he was suitably dressed in shirt and trousers, he slipped his feet into the sandals Helen pushed to him with her foot. Jason took a moment and looked at his sister, "You have grown up, you have... , your hair is..." "What do you expect? It's been two years and yes I have grown some." "I didn't expect..." Jason suddenly realized he was at a loss for words; his sister was beautiful. "She is beautiful," while looking in the direction of Eleanor, "You are both beautiful and so... grown up" The pair burst into laughter, "You mean we have tits! What did you expect? Helen had a hard time speaking with control noticing Jason was staring at each, dressed in short shorts and halter tops their weekend attire. Jason was holding Helen in his arms again and Helen was crying once more. Marie walked into the room, "What is all the commotion about?" she asked in a knowing manner, a big smile painted on her face. "Eleanor, I guess you know they haven't seen one another in two years?" "Yes, I gathered that, but she saw him today." Eleanor looked at the clinging couple as they turned to stare at her, fully understanding the double meaning of her remark. ------- Wednesday Afternoon "I HATE HER! I HATE HER! She is crazy if she thinks I am willing to double with her to the dance Friday evening." Helen was outraged as she charged into the room, speaking to her mother, her face flushed from anger. "Mom! She is being a bitch." "Young lady, I think you were reared better. Now just whom are we calling a bitch? "Eleanor! She is just throwing herself and Jason and I don't think it is right." Helen dropped heavily on the sofa, and let out a loud sigh. "Mom, she has just been flaunting her body at Jason ever since she met him Saturday. Do you have any idea what she did today?" "No, however I expect you are going to tell me," Marie said sarcastically. "She brought another skirt with her today, and mom, it is so short she cannot sit in it. She planned to come here, changing into the skirt beforehand. She is my best friend and she is not supposed to be trying to seduce my brother, it's just not right." Helen slapped her palms on the sofa heavily releasing her frustration. "Honey, do you think you might be just a little jealous of your friend?" Marie's voice was hard, her tone cold, and the parental right unmistakable. "Mom, you're taking her side!" Helen spoke with a flabbergasted look on her face. Glaring at her mother, Helen rose and brushed past Marie, pushing her lightly as she passed. "You are taking her side," she said and Marie heard her utter other words under her breath. "HELEN!" Marie shouted, "Come back here young lady, this instant. You will not speak to me in that tone, you are being insubordinate, and it is unlike you." Helen stopped and looked over her shoulder at her mother before turning and walking to her. "Mom, I'm sorry, I'm upset at Eleanor, and not you; I apologize, I'm sorry." Taking her daughter in her arms, Marie hugged and kissed her forehead before she spoke. "I know you are upset and I might be too if it was my brother and my best friend. Can you think of a nicer person with whom your best friend could be infatuated? Personally, my feeling is I think she has selected the best there is, and I think you agree. Could it be she just has a teenage crush on your brother, he is older and wiser. We may be prejudiced; however, I think he is the best-looking young man around. He will only be here for the summer, and when school starts, he will leave. Do you think she can go for nine months without seeing him, or do you think she will find another boy before that time?" "Mom, it's like she was... well... trying to trap him, and I think you know what I mean. She is not a virgin and I wouldn't put it past her. You know he thinks she is good-looking, and he is constantly staring at those big tits she flaunts. I'm sorry mom, I'm just upset." "I will tell you something and it's strictly between us women; I had a crush on my brother and father when I was your age. I thought they were the most handsome men in the world and I was jealous of every woman that looked at them. I was miserable for a year before I realized they would always be there for me; they were family. I think you may have the same thoughts, and this puts you in a special category which is you are a normal, healthy teenage female. Does it upset you being called normal? When my mother tried to explain it to me I didn't understand either." Marie held Helen close and they were still clinging when Jason found them. "Hey, what is going on here, why am I being left out?" Two arms were outstretched and he smiled before taking two steps and leaping. Mother and sister were fast, and he landed in the space they vacated, only to be attacked by four hands. They tickled, jabbed, pulled, and poked, all in good-natured fun however they were rough. He wrestled them although he was no match for the pair, allowing them to use their full strength where he restrained his own. He submitted when they tumbled on the floor and both were now sitting on him, Helen's pussy six inches from his face. His reason for submitting was simple; he was getting an erection, which he did not wish for them to see. Marie stood, "The female species has once again proven their superiority," she said, consequently removing her weight. "I will start an early supper and would not mind some company," speaking as she glided from the room. In actuality, she was playing it safe because she felt the tingling between her legs, becoming afraid her pussy was too wet and Jason would notice. Moments earlier, her hand had grasped his erect prick although she could not call it purely accidental. She was upset with herself, promising herself Saturday all thoughts of him, and his erections, would not enter her mind again. After glancing in their direction to ensure they were out of earshot, she reached for the telephone and dialed. "Nora, I know this is a bit odd but do you think I could come over for an hour or more later? I have an urgent problem that needs attending, and Walter will be out-of-town for another week." As soon as the telephone conversation concluded, Marie cheerfully began preparing the supper, unmindful to the fact she was alone. Helen was ecstatic, for a change, she had the upper hand over her brother. "You gave in too easily, that's not right and you are going to pay," laughing while trying to speak as a hoodlum, the laughter spoiling her attempt to sound cruel. Helen was perched on his chest, a knee on each side of his head, her legs pinning his arms to the floor. Smiling down at him, she suddenly realized she was in a precarious position, he was looking at the junction of her thighs, and her legs were spread. Embarrassment overcame her, and becoming lifeless, she was unable to raise as much as a finger to help herself. A tremor raced through her body as his hot breath caressed her inner thighs, doubling her embarrassment. Her mouth began moving although no sound escaped her lips, she was traumatized. Jason became mesmerized, unable to believe the sight before him. His mind was working overtime as he tried to remember ever seeing a more beautiful sight, yet he failed to recall even one. A dozen naked women shared his bed within the past nine months; however not one could he remember looking as tantalizing and sensual as the sight before him. Without realizing it, he was breathing heavily, his hot breaths having but one direction to travel. Jason looked up and saw the eyes locked on his, and his sister's mouth seemed to be moving although she wasn't speaking. Lowering his eyes, he allowed his gaze to travel slowly until they were staring at the transparent panties tightly pressing against the golden brown strands of hair arched above her pussy. Her slit appeared exaggerated inasmuch as the lips, on either side, appeared swollen, and the transparent panties were clear in the small area collecting her juices. Jason would have gazed at the delightful sight forever, however she was trying to lift her body. Using his strength, he pulled her to one side allowing himself one last glance at her inviting junction. Using the sofa to gain leverage, she rose to a standing position and rushed from the room. Jason had good intentions; he planned to assist his mom with the meal however, the two sexy women left him in a sticky situation. The touch of Marie's hand on his prick, together with the sight of Helen's covered pussy was more than he could endure and he walked awkwardly to his room, passing Helens. He was confident the sounds coming from behind her door were the same she could hear when he began masturbating; that was his planned agenda. Marie was placing the food on the table when he entered the room and minutes later, they were seated and eating. There were no words spoken as the three family members began devouring the hastily prepared meal. The actions of the women were uncharacteristic, each rushing through the meal and quickly departing the room the minute they finished. Jason sauntered into the family room after he finished his meal. 'Damn, ' he said in a muted voice, 'I could eat alone at school.' He was upset because his mother and sister rushed through their meal and left him alone. She imagined her actions appeared unusual to her children, however she hadn't recovered from the feel of his prick. Her thoughts were very disturbing as she quickly showered, dressed, and began searching for her children. Helen was in her bedroom and Jason was in the family room when Marie found him. "I am going to Nora's for a while," remarking as she walked past him quickly, the same comment she expressed to his sister. She was unable to look directly at him, for fear that the stirring inside would be more than she could cope. Walking to the car, she doubted she could stand his presence for the entire summer. The sight of him triggered her sexual desires, and the past four days were the longest of her life. She needed Walter, however he was unavailable for another week, and Paul was a viable replacement for the moment. She detested making the call, she knew it would open the door to future demands by Nora; however it was an alternative to committing incest. Nora was a good friend; however, she was wild at times and some of her demands were out of the realm of actions she called normal. "I think you are reading something into the conversation," the well endowed husband said looking at the excited face of his wife of fifteen years. "No Paul, I am positive. There was a tone in her voice I have heard before, however I have not heard it from her." "I just wish you are correct in your assumption, you know I have wanted to fuck her since the first day I saw her. I thought the night we drugged her and Walter I would get to hear her scream when I gave it to her, however I only received a blowjob. On the other hand, you my sexy little vixen gave a blow job and received a good fucking." Paul gripped his 9 1/2 inch prick and began slowly stroking it as he spoke. "I just wonder why she chose tonight to call? She has been refusing our invitations to party for more than five years," Nora questioned as she stepped close to her husband and began stroking his growing erection gingerly. "Well, if it's like you say, Walter has been away for a week and it is just her and the children, and it's quite possible she is lonely and horney." Nora studied her husband a moment and exclaimed loudly, "THAT'S IT! Jason is home, I saw them together Monday and she was clinging to him like a love struck child. Her son is making her horney, which is the reason she called. She would like to fuck her son!" Nora jumped excitedly, jerking the prick he was stroking. "DAMN WOMAN!" Paul exclaimed loudly, "that's my prick you have in your hand." "I'm sorry honey, I just got so excited." Nora had a serious look on her face as she studied him and all of a sudden, her facial expression changed to a huge grin. "I just thought of a pleasant surprise for our friend," Nora explained the events she proposed for Marie's initiation to Paul and he nodded, acknowledging he understood. Nora stood and began her work, humming as she rushed around the bedroom. Thirty minutes passed while Paul sat waiting on the side of the bed for his scheming wife. A smile crept on his face when she stood at the door of the bathroom displaying her freshly shaved pussy. While admiring her sexy body, he saw few changes from the day he married her fifteen years earlier. He was mindful of her beauty, which never failed to give him an erection whenever she posed naked before him. "Are you sure that is what you want to do? I thought she was your friend," his words questioning her intentions. "She is my friend, and you know who you said a friend was?" "Yes, I remember." "Well?" She stated and hesitated, waiting for his reply. "I know," Paul said reluctantly. "A friend is someone I want to fuck." "And..." "Okay, a good friend is someone I fuck," Paul said, although reluctantly. "After tonight," Nora shook her ass while lifting her tits, "Helen will be a very good friend." Seductively she walked to the opposite side of the bed, slowly lifting one leg causing her pussy to spread, smiled at her husband's leer when she slipped a finger inside. Slowly working the finger in and out of her pussy, she watched his prick as it became fully erect. Removing her finger and positioning herself in the center of the bed, she looked up at him and smiled, "Okay I am ready, but remember, just fill my pussy quickly because I do not want to come yet. I am saving that for our guest. After she sees herself on tape I think our guest will be more willing to join us in the future." Doubts permeated Marie's mind the moment Nora opened the door, seeing Nora was naked except for the tiny bikini panties. Momentarily paralyzed, unable to move, Marie simply gazed at her friend as she slowly raised a hand to accept the offered hand. Walter's comment came to mind as she yielded to the tugging hand, "Nora was a giant pair of tits on a small frame." The large "D's" appeared out of place on the short forty-five year-old woman, her small waist could have been no more than twenty-two inches. Marie was speechless as she clasp to the hand inducing her to the bedroom, aware when she crossed the threshold it was too late to reverse her decision. When Helen entered the bedroom, exhilaration overcame her, seeing Paul lying prone, his semi-erect prick lying on his stomach. Nora led Marie to the center of the room and stopped. "Paul has been waiting for you, but first you must undress, and then he would like for you to clean him, you interrupted us and I did not get to finish. We have another surprise for you, he dumped a huge load of come in me and we would like you to clean me also, that is when you are ready." Marie's mouth became dry as she gazed at the naked man. The mother of two teens was reluctant now that she was actually faced with the giant prick, becoming all thumbs trying to undress, necessitating the assistance of Nora. She couldn't take her eyes from the prick and she could feel the woman's hands touching her body. The hands were touching places only she and Walter touched before this moment. She knew she had made a mistake, she shouldn't be undressing in front of her friends. Her hands were trying to shield her body from the soft touches however she was unsuccessful as they seemed as though they were foreign to her body. All she could see was the prick and all she heard was Nora telling her how she wished the hands were Jason's. Jason knew where to touch a woman, Jason was a good lover, and she should prepare herself for Jason. Jason's name was repeated over and over, and Marie felt her pussy lips leaking her juices. Nora was working her cupped hand rapidly over the mound, stimulating the thirty-five year old pussy. Nora winked at Paul while she undressed the reluctant mother. She had entertained many in the same situation as Marie, the circumstances the same, a horney woman and no dick available. Many women had second thoughts when it came to actually fucking someone other than a neglecting husband, and Nora was becoming a master once they entered her domain. From that point, Nora used any means necessary and bodily force was not beyond her capabilities. However, the few times she used force, she had included some blackmail; she didn't want any wife screaming rape. When departing, she often gave them an envelop filled with pictures, a reminder of the evenings enjoyment. She insisted the difficult, in her opinion, women view a few of the prints, and Nora offered to mail others to her husband and parents, or other prominent individuals. Nora knew Marie wasn't going to be a problem the moment she entered the bedroom. She was instantly captivated with Paul's prick. Nora had very little difficulty undressing the full-busted woman, the token resistance of the errant moving of hands and arms practically comical. Nora smiled at Paul when he saw the pair of thirty-sixes naked, uncovered by the 'D' cup. To fully capture their beauty, he rose from the supine position, employing maximum effort to view and acknowledge their beauty. Paul's favorites were women with large breasts; however, he loved fucking pancake-breasted women equally as much. His prick shot a full load of cum whatever the size of the breast. Paul saw the look Nora was giving him, the strain on her face was becoming obvious and he questioned, "Are you okay?" and she shook her head quickly. His eyes traveled to her panties when she patted herself, and he saw she was unable to maintain control of his recently deposited fluids. "Are you ready for her surprise?" he mouthed. Shaking her head and smiling while gingerly removing her panties, much to her displeasure, she found the gusset soaked. She had been unable to sustain control of her pussy, losing much of his load. Paul offered a hand and guided Marie to the foot of the bed, positioning her submissive body prone, leaving her head unsupported. Paul allowed his eyes to scan her body, his eyes moving deliberate as they absorbed her beauty. He marveled at the firmness of the thirty-five year-old woman, not only her legs and arms, but also her large breasts had but slight sag, caused by their weight and positioning. Her tan lines were barely noticeable and he traced a finger along the mark on her breast, watching as she tried using her body movement to guide him. Her pussy was closely trimmed, a necessity due to the bikini, evidenced by the tan lines. His fingers continued trailing lightly, following each line where the sun marked her body and she continued her attempts to guide his finger motion. Nora was rebuffed her initial attempt to paste her pussy over Marie's mouth. Nora stepped back and waited. She was patient, watching her husband gradually raise Marie's sensual level. After all the years they had been married he still amazed her. His six-two frame, towering ten inches over her small body, was rock hard externally, however his huge hands, while capable of covering the breast mounds before him, were soft and sensuously gentle. Nora looked at her husband and thought about the numerous times, at different intervals throughout their marriage, he brought her to a level where she would scream for release. He was not always kind she learned early, he would leave her writhing in her own juices at a whim. On those days, he left her and two or three days afterwards, she masturbated, several times a day. She would get him to do the same to Marie; however, that would not happen this day. Nora looked to her husband and he was smiling at her, obviously pleased at the new comer's displeasure at licking and sucking a cunt. His hands slowly traced the twisting body and Nora knew his hands were only maintaining the state of arousal. She wanted him to become more aggressive, however it was obvious he was waiting for her to give a signal. Paul continued staring and smiling and his erection was pointing at the woman his wife desired for years. Nora loved sex. She would submit to any demand he made on her body, however he had desires as strange as those his lover did. She detested having sex with a dog and he enjoyed it, that is, he enjoyed watching her as a dog fucked her. He watched his sister being fucked by the family pet for more than six years, and one of the saddest days in his life was the day she married and moved away from home. Nora nodded as he continued staring at her, waiting anxiously until he finally acknowledged her submission. Her gloomy look changed immediately when she saw his hands become aggressive, more so when she heard the first small groans coming from Marie's lips. Marie felt the hands covering her breasts; they were soft and huge, covering her mounds, caressing her nipples. Her nipples were erect and the hands were pressing them firmly, becoming painful yet erotic and stimulating. Her neck was beginning to ache as her head was unsupported, causing her to place her hands behind her head to alleviate the ache. She wanted the prick; she could see it almost touching her, however it never made contact. She could feel her pussy juices slowly oozing between her ass cheeks and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't twist her body enough to get support under her head. She heard herself cry out when one nipple was squeezed painfully and her breast allowed to drop; a moment later, she realized the breast was lifted by the nipple. Again, she felt the pain and once again, the breast dropped. This continued, and the pain was greater each time. Raising her head, she saw the breast lifted by her nipple and she gasped, taking a deep breath as she watched her breast spring back when the pain suddenly ended. Her breast seemed to bounce once and fall heavily to the side, painfully. ------- Chapter 2: Sibling Awakening Wednesday Evening "Strike three," Jason mumbled to himself, "three telephone calls and not even one buddy home from college, this may prove to be a long summer." Jason saw the image pass in his peripheral vision and assumed it was Helen making a trip to the kitchen. The second pass of the vision alerted him and he called out, "Helen, is that you?" Receiving no response, he turned, starting for the door, when he saw her move into the doorway, her head lowered. "Yes, did you need something?" "Yes, I do. I need my sister to stop hiding from me, and I would like her company." "Where's mom?" Helen responded, mumbling as she walked slowly into the room, her head remaining low. "She said she was going out for a while, she told me however I didn't understand her. We are alone." Jason noticed the steps were measured and her face appeared drawn, and most noticeably, her soft and friendly smile was missing. "You seem troubled and tense, is there something you would like to talk about?" "No," she muttered sharply, her voice barely above a whisper. Walking to the sofa and sitting, Jason patted the space beside him, "Please, sit with me and let's talk. We haven't had any time alone to share our experiences, remember how we had private talks when we were younger, telling one another everything." Helen looked at Jason, however there was no change in her expression, "We are older, we cannot tell everything, we are not children any longer." The frown on Jason's face displayed his obvious displeasure at her statement as he looked in her direction, "And just why can't' we talk to one another privately?" He asked, reaching for her hand and guiding her body close as she sat. Turning her head and eyes in the opposite direction, "We are older now and have personal thoughts, and we cannot speak of them." Placing his fingers on her chin and turning her face in his direction, he looked into her eyes a moment before speaking. "Yes, I have personal thoughts however I don't have any that I can not share with you; you are my best friend, and my sister, and that means we can be open with one another. I am not afraid to tell you anything; remember you promised I could feed you a can of worms if you told any of our secrets." Helen chuckled and shifted her body to face Jason, "And you have to eat live crickets, grasshoppers, and grub worms, if you tell, remember?" Discussing the juvenile promises brought laughter to the siblings and soon they were wiping tears from their eyes from laughing at one another. "I had a great time in school this year but I missed you everyday," Jason said, placing a strand of hair in place and then running his hand through her hair, effectively messing it up again. "HA!" she said, "the only times you though of me were the few minutes we were on the telephone, the rest of the time you thought about college co-eds." She showed her displeasure by pouting and staring at him. "Not true," he said, passing a hand over her face attempting to wipe the frown from her face, a game played when they were each much younger. "I really missed you; I did not have the time to make any real close friends." "Now you are not telling the truth, which is one forfeit you owe me." Helen relaxed her stiff pose and leaned against the back of the sofa, "You were not thinking about me while you were on a date with those wild women I heard about in college." Jason frowned at her remark and Helen's hand quickly passed over the frown, causing him to smile. Helen returned his smile however she was unaware the smile came because he was thinking about the photo of her attached to his dressing mirror. The pose was pinup style taken days before leaving Europe a year earlier, especially for him, and Helen was wearing a tiny bikini. The angle the picture was taken, made her legs appear much longer and her breasts larger. He masturbated numerous times after staring at the photo, and he was positive he had two friends who also fantasized about her. Jason felt his prick throb and become uncomfortable, constrained in his awkward position. Glancing at her legs was a mistake because she was leaning against the back of the sofa and her skirt was raised high on her legs, offering him an unobstructed view where the skirt barely covered her panties. Jason thought about her pinning him to the floor, the sight of her panty-covered pussy, and his erection became observable and extremely uncomfortable. Shifting his position, while trying to be casual failed, Helen shocked him, "The women must have been hot and wild, and thinking about them has given you a boner." Helen's face flushed quickly at her sudden boldness, causing her to turn her head in the opposite direction. There was a long period of silence before either spoke. Jason finally broke the silence, "No, the women were not hot and wild and I was not thinking of them, I was thinking of you." Jason placed his hand on her knee and moved it slowly to a point just short of her skirt, and as he expected, her head turned sharply. "I was thinking of how beautiful you have become." "I think you are lying, and that would be another forfeit." "Honest, I was not lying, I was thinking about you. Do you remember the photograph you sent? I have it attached to my mirror and I look at it everyday. I was staring at your legs a few minutes ago, and thinking about the photograph, and that is the reason for my hard on. You see, I do think about you daily, and I think you're absolutely beautiful. Sometimes I wish you weren't my sister, and I could ask you for a date." Jason smiled when her hand covered his, and pleasantly surprised to feel her gently squeeze. "Do you really think I am beautiful? When Eleanor is around you ignore me and stare at her constantly, your eyes do not leave her big breast. One day my breast will be as large as hers and..." Helen abruptly stopped speaking and covered her mouth. Helen's face turned to Crimson, as she almost blurted something out she didn't want to say to him. "I hope they never get that large, and what was it you were going to say? Helen's eyes appeared enlarged when she raised her eyebrows, "You don't, why?" She studied him for a moment before continuing, "Why don't you want them to grow larger?" "They are perfect, any larger and they would soon begin to sag, then you would need to wear a bra. I like the way you look now, when you're not wearing a bra. Your nipples show when you get excited and I think it's sexy," Jason raised his free hand and touched her pointed nipple as he spoke. The touch of his finger to her nipple sent a hot flash through her body and Helen's mind began working overtime. Leaning into his fingertip, she maintained contact with his finger and at the same time gave the hand on her thigh a gentle squeeze. She wanted his hands on her body, closing her eyes and moaning low, remembering the hands and lips caressing her a year earlier, specifically her last evening abroad. She had her first orgasm, other than self-stimulation, as the French couple each had a nipple in their mouth, while the husband and wife caressed her soft skin above and around her pussy. Jason's touch made her feel just as lightheaded. "You're just saying that," Helen said giving a sour look to her brother, "And that would be another forfeit." "I swear I'm not," he said crossing his heart. "And you were going to tell me something else, what was it." She looked at her brother a minute and she was going to tell him a lie but she knew he would call a forfeit immediately and she couldn't disprove him. Instead, she relented and told what she was thinking. "I have more pictures that I didn't send you and if you let the guys see them I'm certainly glad I didn't send one of them." "You mean you didn't send me the best one. I'm shocked, and glad I didn't know, I would have been highly disappointed. Are you going to show me the best one?" "NO!" she said abruptly. "Why not, "I asked. "Because you'll laugh, I was acting silly that day." "I won't laugh, I couldn't laugh at you." "You promise? Promise you won't laugh and I will show you two of them." She was staring at her brother and he was trying to keep from grinning. He knew she was a cut-up at times, which is why she was so much fun. "Okay," he said. "Let's go and look at them." He started to get up and she pushed him back, "No, you stay here and I'll get them." She jumped up quickly and rushed from the room, giving a backward glance as she rushed through the door. Helen returned within minutes and Jason sat calmly as she stared at him a few moments before passing the first photo to him. She became tense waiting for his comment because the picture was rather risqué, or so she thought. She began relaxing when he saw the smile come to his face as he reached for the second. Jason studied the pictures, his eyes moving to her body and back to the pictures, smiling, showing his obvious approval. A difference of a year between the time of the photo and the present was very noticeable; she had filled out much, not only in the bust but also in shape. She smiled, when she saw him smiling, and sat back on the sofa, stretching once again to her full height. She was aware he was looking from the photo to her legs and back to the photo again. "These are great photos," he said, continuing to stare at each. He couldn't see where she would think he would laugh because they looked posed to him, although he wasn't aware of the setting, or atmosphere, at the time they were taken. "I have one I wanted to send however I was afraid. No one has ever seen it and I hope you won't show it to anyone. I was thinking of you when it was taken." She slowly moved her hand with the last photo, careful to insure the picture portion was face down. "You said, while we were playing a game one night, if you had to be marooned you would like to be marooned on an island with a naked girl. If you ever get marooned I hope it is with me." She pushed the photo into his hand and lowered her head. Jason looked at the photo a moment before looking at Helen. Placing his hand under her chin, he lifted her face and leaned, kissing her on the forehead. "It's beautiful, and if I ever do get marooned I hope it is with you." Looking back to the photo, Jason felt his prick rising. She was nude, sitting on her ankles with her hands placed on her knees. Taken from the side, her arm shielded her breasts, however there was nothing shielding the soft curves of her ass. Her head tilted down and pointed slightly toward the camera, and a teasing grin on her face. There was only one reason for the photograph, the sole purpose being erotic to any person viewing it. The pose was truly professional. Jason took Helen's hand and pulled her from the sofa, after he stood and stretched. It was still early, not eight p.m., yet he was tired. He was yet to get eight hours sleep, in one stretch, since he slipped in early Saturday morning. "I'm going to get a cold beer, put my pictures on my mirror, and watch a little TV until I pass out. Are you ready for bed, you have school tomorrow?" "Two weeks and two days and you don't have to remind me," Helen said as she let him pull her to her feet. "Could I have a glass of wine," Helen asked inquiringly, "Maybe just a small glass?" She held her hand high, measuring her finger and thumb about an inch apart. "Mom and dad let me have a small glass occasionally." She turned her head slightly, tipping her chin, appearing as a little girl begging. Jason laughed at her and nodded. "Okay, just a small glass if you say mom lets you have one. I'll just be a minute, I have to pee first," he said, laughing at her still holding her head in the same position. "Me too," she shouted as she ran from the room, headed in the direction of her bedroom. "Your slave has you wine madam," he called as he stopped at her closed door. Walking into his room, he sat the two drinks on his nightstand and made a beeline for his bathroom. He didn't realize he had to piss so bad until he stood over the commode and began. He felt relieved when he shook the last droplets from his tube and stepped to the mirror. He'd shaved early that morning, before six, and he saw he had a shadow, reminding himself he now had a beard and a daily shave was a requirement, like it or not. Brushing his teeth, he stood and looked into the mirror again. "What the hell," he mumbled, and reached for his razor. Stepping from his bathroom, he was surprised to see Helen lying in his bed, lights off, covers pulled back and the TV on, the volume low. As he approached the bed, she said, "I'm sleeping right here tonight." He settled into the bed, positioning the pillow behind his head, and putting an arm around her while pulling her close. He gazed at her delicious looking body, wishing she weren't his sister and he would start eating at her head, not stopping until he had only her smallest toe to complete a full meal. The negligee was as great a strain on his manhood as he could tolerate, and certainly on his prick, now fully erect. "This is the first of the movie, the credits just passed," she said as each began watching the movie. She saw his eyes devouring her body, as she stared at his erection, and she smiled; she accomplished what she hoped. She was a desirable female to her brother. The movie played an hour and they both burst into laughter. The screen went black for a few seconds before it lighted again. The sign on the screen read, "TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES, we are rushing to correct the problem." The reason for their laughter was a little man was rushing around eight boxes, and every third box he would stop, shake his head, and begin running the boxes again. Jason had been caressing her breast for thirty minutes, and both nipples were as erect as she could ever remember. Her breathing had been erratic for about as long. Taking a much-needed breath, she said, "We can't do it." "Do what?" he asked. "You know... do it.? "You mean... , " he didn't finish. "Yes," she said. "Yes, what?" Jason questioned. "If we weren't brother and sister you could." she said. "Could what?" he asked. "You could take my cherry, you'd be the first." "No, not tonight I couldn't." She gasped, partly in shock, and partly in fear, "Why couldn't you?" "I would have taken it years ago," he said, pulling her closer. The credits came on the TV and it was just after eleven p.m. "THE END" zoomed in, out and in again, finally remaining on the screen. Both siblings were sleeping and neither saw the screen, each entangled in the arms of the other. Each face could have been a mold for a new product for the marketplace, fittingly named pure pleasure. ------- Marie eased out of the room, backing slowly, reaching for her dress when she stepped on the garment. She was out of the bedroom, standing in the hallway before she let the dress fall over her arms, pulling it over her swollen, sensitive breasts. Rushing to the entrance, she spotted her purse and grabbed it as she passed the table in the entryway. She was almost running as she reached her car, and only when she was seated with the doors locked, did she finally start breathing normally. There were too many firsts for her over the previous five hours; however, they reached her limit when Paul led the dog into the room. Paul pressed, and roughly held Nora's head on the bed, until the giant dog mounted her. Nora was begging, however Paul continued laughing harder, and his leer in her direction unsettled her. Enough was enough, and she faced her limit, initiating her rapid departure. Marie's mind wouldn't leave the dog, and he was primary on her mind for the short drive home. Her heart raced when she turned into the drive and touched the garage door opener, praying Jason was sleeping and not sitting up for her. She glanced at the dash, it was after one, and she was almost certain he would be sleeping; she was positive Helen would retire before ten because she had school. Marie relaxed when she closed her bedroom door, breathing a sigh of relief. Jason was apparently sleeping. She chuckled to herself, feeling Paul's sperm sliding down her thigh; he was a marvelous lover. She was fascinated with his recovery also, dumping four generous loads of cum into, and on, her body. She smiled as she walked into her bathroom and started the water in the tub, making it as hot as she could possibly stand. She was going to be sore the following day. The water was hot and Marie had trouble submerging her body, actually her pussy and ass. Paul was all man and she moaned as she settled into the searing liquid, just as she moaned when he entered her pussy. He stretched her pussy and it was painful until he brought her to her first orgasm. After her first, she couldn't get enough of his giant prick, even allowing him to take her virgin ass. She remembered she screamed from pain when he entered, however her screams of pleasure were equally as loud, or so she thought. Softly massaging her sore pussy, she let her fingers slide lower and her excitement started building inside as she rubbed her fingers lightly over her anal opening. Her asshole seemed to open and allow her finger to enter; Paul's sperm provided the lubricant she needed. Marie began working her finger into her ass rapidly, and when her asshole opened, allowing a second finger inside, she felt another orgasm building. Her hand was working as quickly as she could move, and she had her back arched trying to reach the release point, however it evaded her, lingering as though it was taunting her purposely. Placing her free hand on her clit, trying to match the strokes was successful and she cried out, as the final orgasm of the evening passed through her tense body. She was whining as she continued rubbing her clit vigorously, while her body slowly sank into the water, her body exhausted. Marie was cold and reached for the blanket. Rising quickly, she realized she went to sleep in the tub, and the water was cold. Standing and reaching for the towel, she turned the valve releasing the water as she started drying her wrinkled skin. Drying quickly and rushing to her bed, she saw it was four, and she had slept for over two hours. Slipping between the sheets, she shivered, waiting for the warmth of her bed to surround her. She had an odd taste in her mouth; however, she wanted to warm herself before she brushed her teeth. ------- The phone was ringing and Helen slipped from the bed quickly. She rushed around the bed and lifted the receiver, "Hello." "Helen!" "Eleanor, I'm glad you called. I have something to tell you this morning, and if you come by earlier, we'll have more time to talk before school." "Helen, that's why I called, I'm not going to school today, I have the cramps awful bad. I just wanted you to know you'd have to catch the bus. I have to go now but I'll call you later, Okay?' "I'll call you when I get home. Bye." Helen rubbed her eyes, stood and stretched, and wondered what Eleanor had up her sleeve. She had to be talking in front of her mother because their periods were usually within a day or two of each other. She smiled and wondered when Eleanor's mother would catch on because she used the same excuse usually. Helen was glad she had better rapport with her parents; the three days she cut were after she informed her parents. At least she didn't have to lie to them. Helen went to the kitchen, made her morning toast, and drank a glass of orange juice. Refilling her glass, she poured an extra and walked back to Jason's room, setting the two glasses on the nightstand. Smiling at Jason sleeping, she walked into his bath and started her shower. Helen jumped, shocked at Jason's words, "I throw cold water on people using my shower." Jason stepped up to the commode and began his morning piss. "Jason, you had better not, I will get you back," Helen remarked, looking up to see if he was going to throw cold water on her. She heard him using the toilet and knew he couldn't do it while he was peeing. He finished and she waited, looking high to see if he would throw cold water on her, finally returning to her shower when she heard the door close. After finishing her shower and patted herself dry, she reached for her peignoir and panties; they were missing and she slipped into his robe. After stepping from the bathroom, she stood staring at him sitting up in the bed. Both glasses of orange juice were empty. "You drank my juice and you stole my clothing," she said as she laughed. "I'm going to jack off in your panties." He looked at her, smiling boldly. "Jason!" she exclaimed, rushing to the bed. "You wouldn't!" "Yes I would, haven't you heard of guys doing that?" "Yes, but only weirdo's do that," she said as she began reaching under the sheet for her panties. "How do you know I'm not one of them?" he asked as he twisted, not letting her reach a hand she assumed he had her panties in. "You're my brother," she said, still chasing the evasive hand. He stopped struggling and, using the hand for which she probed, pointed to her panties and peignoir on a chair near the door. He stared at her thinking, how innocent and loving she seemed and he took that to be one of the finest compliments a brother could receive from a sibling. She stopped struggling and turned in the direction he pointed. "I knew you couldn't do it," she said, jumping on top of him, straddling his body. "You're not a weirdo," she said wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him on the cheek and neck. His arms went around her, embracing and pulling her tighter against his body. He kissed her tenderly on the cheek, and neck, and held her close. They lay as one for a few minutes, until she raised her head and looked into his face. "Would it make you feel good if you did it?" she asked, her tone was serious. He didn't understand her question, or else he thought he misunderstood. Was she asking if he wanted to jack-off in her panties? "What do you mean?" Looking at her inquisitively, he wasn't sure if they were still on the same subject. "If you did it... you know... in my panties, would it make you feel good?" He stared at her, his solemn stare was unnerving to her and after a long pause she said, "If it makes you feel good, you can do it. You know... in my panties. Do you want me to... wear them? I read somewhere some men like that," and after a longer pause, she finished. "I will do it... I mean I will wear them for you," she spoke softly, her voice barely audible, and her words came very slow as stared at him; her expression told him she was sincere. Then she nodded; her head bobbed up and down, three or four times quickly, "I will wear them if you ask." Her tone was much clearer and louder; her voice clear. "No... I... am... not... one... of... those... men," he said, planting a tiny kiss on her ear after each word. He knew he found her erogenous zone; her body trembled at each tiny kiss. Gathering him tighter in her arms, she returned his whisper, "I knew... you weren't one... of those men." She tried speaking between the kisses on his ear however, she became confused. They continued lying together for a long while, each feeling comfort being close to the other. "I wish I didn't have a test today, I would stay right here all day," she said very softly. "I don't think so," returning his reply just as softly. "You would become heavy after three or four hours." She could feel the smile on his face, their cheeks pressing lightly against one another's. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she began pressing herself up slowly, grunting, as though she was pushing a tremendous amount of weight. She was smiling; her long hair fell from either side of her head, almost touching the sides of his face. Looking up, he saw her face framed by her hair, blocking his vision, left, and right. The 'V' in the robe dropped and he could see a large portion of each breast, although her nipples remained obscured. Reaching slowly, refusing to let his hands touch and rearrange the perfect lay of her hair; his fingers caressed each side of her flawless face, slowly lowering to her neck. Very lightly, he allowed his fingers to trace over her soft skin, his fingers appearing as reading Braille. The light caresses her brother was placing on her face and neck caused her to tremble ever so lightly, and she heard a light moan escape her open mouth. She felt her breathing was becoming impaired, finding herself unable to breath in a normal fashion. Rapture filled her as she closed her eyes, savoring the moment to be remembered later. Jason's fingers slowly traveled on a downward journey, ultimately reaching their destination. Her mounds were soft to his touch, and as his fingers moved to the sides of her breasts, his wrists expanded the opening in the robe. His vision was un-obscured as he gazed at the full, soft hanging mounds, nipples fully extended. His fingers began softly caressing the underside of each breast, and she began biting her bottom lip, inhaling sharply, attempting to fill her need for fresh air. Simultaneously, her body began an involuntary move to his hands, begging for attention. Fingers were no longer enough for Jason as he cupped her full breasts from beneath, lifting gently, bouncing up and down, and watching her nipples. The soft flesh of her mounds was causing a burning inside his body never experienced. His prick was throbbing and he knew he was going to cum. Continuing to cup her soft flesh, and letting his thumbs slide over her hard nipples added fire to his prick as he felt it begin to throb, and his juices began roaring. Jason was past the point of no return, and his body stiffened, the first hot juices forced themselves from his prick head. His body began bucking and the soft breasts in his hands became a handle, gripping each firmly. Groaning loudly, squeezing the soft orbs, and thrusting his body upwards, sent a sharp thrill through Helen's body and she moaned loudly seconds later. Helen was coming, her pussy began throbbing, opening and closing, and her hands reached her junction simultaneously, one becoming dominant as she briskly and rapidly rubbed, working in haste against her tiny clit. Helen's head uncontrollably flew back and forth, her hips matching the movement, while her hair striking shoulders, breasts, stomach, and back, propelled her passion. Jason was drained. His skivvies were filled with his cum, and the sheets were probably soaked as well. Jason talked a sound line however, he wasn't an experienced lover. Helen was lying on him and her breathing hadn't returned to normal; he was running his hands through her hair and talking to her, his words were meant to be reassuring. In fact, his inexperience was troubling him. Helen was a wildcat through her orgasm and he wondered if the two co-eds he slept with the previous year were laughing at him because they didn't appear to enjoy sex half as much as his sister. The two high school girls wouldn't have known the difference, they too were inexperienced. While stroking Helen's hair, he began thinking about his father, and had doubts whether he would have the courage to speak frankly with him; he needed a coach and an ally. He gently put his lips to the top of her head and kissed it, thinking she was more experienced than he was, at least she was able to allow her true feelings to be set free. Helen raised and stared at her brother, smiling when she saw the smile on his face. She lay on him minutes before she built the courage to look him in the face, she was embarrassed and afraid; his acceptance of her behavior was important to her. Slowly slipping from the bed, they continued smiling at one another, hands still touching until the distance became too great. "I have to get dressed for school," she said, flashing him by opening his robe and closing it quickly. Jason chuckled as she swiftly walked from the room, time hadn't changed her, she was still a prankster. Jason was in his bathroom, toweling himself after a quick shower. Helen was standing at the door and staring at his naked body when he noticed her. "Would you walk with me to the end of the drive and keep me company until the bus comes, please?" She had two questions she wanted to ask and would wait until she saw the bus before confronting him. ------- Chapter 3 Thursday Morning Closing the door and hearing it latch was evident that a switch opened something in Helen's expression, I noted. She watched me dress, followed me to the kitchen, watched me drink another glass of orange juice, and she never stopped chattering. She became silent when the door closed, or so it appeared. We were half way to the street and she continued with her silence, although she was clinging to my arm in the customary manner. I stopped walking, and she stopped. I saw sadness in her face when she looked up, as she held firmly to my arm. She was looking at me and I saw the sadness in her eyes. "Something is bothering you. Is it the same problem you had last night?" I asked lifting her chin to face me when she lowered her head. She wasn't crying however, I saw her eyes were tearing, her look depressing, and I could see she was in pain. Her head nodded slowly, and a tear formed in each eye. I saw the tears building, finally rolling across each cheek, and dropping to her blouse. I felt numb. I was aware of my faculties; however, they didn't appear to be functioning properly I pulled her to me, wanting to comfort her, however I couldn't think of a consoling word. I waited for her to say something, anything; her only response was to put her arm around my waist and pull me closer. We clung to one another a long while and when she spoke I pushed her from me in shock, dumfounded by her words. "WHAT!" My voice was close to a yell. "What did you ask?" Her question shocked me. Helen remained meek, her head lowered; however, she had to know the answer. The question, unanswered, remained paramount in her mind for two years. She was face-to-face with him and needed an answer. "Are you a pedophile; did you have sex with that young girl?" She asked, breathing heavily, she had finally confronted him with the question. Looking up, and staring at him straight in the eyes, she hesitated, wanting another question answered, yet, fearing the answer. She was his favorite girl, or so he told her many times a day for years, but he had given her favorite gift to another girl. "You gave her my favorite panties, why?" I knew she could see the frustration in my face. It was evident she hadn't been informed, or either she wasn't satisfied with the answer she received. Two dozen times, I told the story, and she was asking again. I thought the situation had been laid to rest, although very apparent it wasn't as I looked into her eyes. "NO, to question one," I said spitefully, answering the same for question two. "Your panties," I said and paused. She stared, her mouth agape, and it was the expression on her face that caused me to change the tone in my voice. I could see my tone upset her, although she couldn't be aware of my feelings, I was just as upset. "Those were the panties in the top of your drawer. I laid them aside at first; picking them up when I remembered how much joy they brought you. She was hurting, scared, and extremely embarrassed. I thought they would be a small comfort to her, and they were. That is why I chose that pair, your favorites." I continued looking into her eyes; I didn't want to break the contact fearing she would doubt my answer. It was the truth, whether she accepted my response, or not. "That damn bus," Jason said aloud as she turned and saw it slowing. Stretching to kiss him on the cheek, she turned and began running. He saw nothing in her face to warn him if she accepted his explanation. She did look back and wave before she stepped up into the bus, and she was smiling. He felt that was a positive, however had the bus arrived three minutes later she could have responded, hopefully putting the incident to rest. I began walking slowly to the house, staring at the basketball backboard. Dad removed the hoop after the incident. "I'll put it back when I have grand children, not before," dad told mom the day he took it down. It was a cloudy day, the sun popping through the clouds every few minutes for a few seconds, before it disappeared again. We were into summer break two weeks and the excitement was wearing off, boredom was setting in due to a lack of friends to joke and horse around. Many of my friends had summer jobs, and I was designated master of the house in the daytime with a primary responsibility of caring for Helen. That wasn't a task, I watched over her during her entire life, especially after she started school; mom went back to work. Dad came home before mom every evening, however, by the time he came home we were ready for bed; home work completed, baths over and lunches made, if we were going to carry a lunch the following day. I veered toward my old Ford; it would be hot later and I walked over to roll the windows down. I looked at the stereo system, still semi installed after two years, and I did not intend to complete the installation, although it was an early seventeenth birthday present. I was installing the stereo, and half dozen boys were shooting baskets, boredom already showing in the ten to twelve year olds. I heard the girl calling her brother two minutes before I heard her scream. "Bubba, you have to come home, we're getting ready to go." "Sister, tell mom I don't want to go, I'm going to stay here and play." "Bubba, mama said she wasn't going to stand for any excuses, you have to come home now." "YOU BETTER NOT," she yelled. Seconds later, I heard her scream as the bicycle scraped on the concrete drive. I quickly slid from beneath the dash and looked over the car; she was lying on the drive, holding her knee and screaming at the boys. I rushed over and saw the scrape on her knee. She was holding her knee and crying; I knew she was hurting. This girl was a tomboy and tough as nails, she'd never cry in front of the boys if she weren't in terrible pain. She had the ability to pin the ears on any of the boys I saw surrounding her. I saw the blood on her thigh and turned to her brother, "Bubba, run get your mother and bring her." One of the boys saw the blood and yelled excitedly, "She's bleeding. She's hurt bad." That was a signal to the boys because they scattered, each grabbing a bicycle and shouting blame to one another as they quickly peddled up the drive. I rushed into the house, calling for Evelyn, our housekeeper, and returned to the driveway with a small wet towel. I wrapped the towel around her knee, and it was swelling I could see. She continued crying as I tried to comfort her. The tomboy was missing I noticed as I stood close waiting for her mother. The ball hat and cut-offs were missing, as well the walking advertisement sweatshirt she normally wore. Instead, she was wearing a white blouse, skirt, and socks. Instead of the ponytail hanging out the back of her hat, her hair combed out, teasingly covering one eye, made her look older and I could see she was a pretty girl. Even while in pain and crying, she looked beautiful. There were crazy twelve-year-old boys in the neighborhood if they weren't attempting at courting her. I saw the blood on her skirt when I returned with the wet towel and I knew what it was, Helen started her periods six months earlier and we were in the mall when she started. She was just as embarrassed as sister. We waited more than twenty minutes and she continued sobbing as we waited for her mother to show. I saw her grab at her stomach, and she started sobbing harder. I was sympathetic toward her, and her feelings. Lifting her gently, paying attention to her injured knee, I carried her into the house and took her into Helen's bedroom. I sat her on the closed toilet, opened the closet door pointing to Helen's female supplies, and walked from the bathroom. I was sitting on Helen's bed when she came from the bathroom, dressed in Helen's robe. She struggled to walk, and I assisted her to the bed. She was sobbing still and she told me her clothing was soiled. I walked into Helen's closet and searched for a skirt, finding one I thought she could wear. The panties were an after thought. I chose Helen's favorites. She spotted them in a catalog and we sent cash in the mail to order them. I was leaving Helen's room, where she could dress, when I heard the scream and felt the fists beating me on the head. Her mother was on a wild rampage, accusing me of assaulting her daughter. When mom and Helen returned, the house was full of people. There were four or five police officers, paramedics, and reporters and photographers were outside the door. The paramedics took sister in the ambulance and when dad came home, after mom called him, they took me to the police station and asked a million questions. Mom and dad brought me home, and dad took the hoop from the backboard that afternoon. I had to see a counselor twice a week the remainder of the summer; she studied me and said I had pedophiliac tendencies. If I had known at the time I would never admitted to washing Helen's back once or twice a week, or going shopping and helping her select clothing. Hell would have frozen over before I would have admitted ordering the panties for Helen, because I still hear one question, "Do you like watching little girls walking around in frilly, sexy looking panties." I had my hands on the steering wheel and I was leaning, my forehead supported on my hands, while I stared at the odometer. The numbers were blurred and unreadable; I was looking past them. Helen was sent to Europe for a year, to stay with friends. I heard the counselor tell mom and dad we should be separated, and I wasn't allowed to communicate with sister in any fashion. I did see her one last time, although only for a moment. Mom and I were shopping at Christmas time; sister and I saw one another and she started walking toward me. I heard her mother calling for her to keep away from me. Sister walked up to me, said hello to mom as bold as ever and turned to me, smiling. "Thank you, I think you're sweet." She rose on her toes and kissed me on the cheek. I thought I saw a tear and she said, "I'm sorry," quickly turning and joining her mother. A few days after school started back after the Christmas and New Years break, Bubba was sitting at the top of the drive, apparently waiting for me to come from school. I stopped, and he pushed his bike to the car, looking it over closely. "One day I'm going to get me a mustang," he said. "This is a nice car." He continued looking at the car and then in my direction. "We're moving, but sister sent me to give you a message. I'm supposed to say it just right or she is going to brain me." He smiled and looked into space, apparently recalling the words. "Thank you for being nice," he said, pushing the bike to get it moving. I put the car in gear and he shouted at me, stopping about twenty feet from the car, "and understanding." He shouted, following it with a smile, raised his arm and waved, then pedaled off. "Thank you," I replied although I knew he couldn't hear me. "Thank you, but I don't know what for; I haven't done anything... yet." The voice surprised me; I hadn't realized I had spoken aloud. I saw the feet as I glanced in the direction of the voice, my forehead still resting on my hands. Rising to a sitting position, I turned to the voice and stared into a pair of barely covered tits. "Hi," I muttered, my eyes remained on the breasts. "Helen just caught the bus. She has tests today." "Heck, I hoped she would cut with me, and we could do something," Eleanor remarked frowning. That was a lie. She wasn't knowledgeable of Helen answering the phone in my room earlier. I questioned why she lied and wondered what she was up to, however I didn't say it aloud. "Where is Mrs. Michaels?" "She is inside," I said and I saw a frown. "I don't think she is up however, she visited friends last night and came in late." The frown changed and became a smile. "Pity," she said, I could have talked to her a while. "What are you doing out here? I have been standing here watching you three or four minutes, are you feeling bad?" "No, I was just sitting here daydreaming." "Were you thinking about your girlfriend?" "No, I don't have a girlfriend; I was just sitting here thinking." Placing a hand on his shoulder and brushing imaginary lint, she said, "You mean you don't have one special girl. What do the college girls do; do they date a different guy every night?" "No, they don't date a different guy every night. Where did you ever get an idea like that; you don't date a different guy every night, do you?" She pulled her arm back and laid both arms on the car above the door, placing her forehead on her hands for padding. "No, there aren't that many interesting boys in high school, there are many more to choose from in college." Her smile was faint and she was purposely placing her breasts in my face, and I was enjoying the display of flesh. "Do you have one special guy?" I knew she wanted to appear older and I wondered what Helen would say if she knew her best friend was teasing her brother. I thought about it for a moment and began to wonder if the pair of them set this meeting up. I wouldn't put it past Helen. "No, no one special, I think the boys in school are too immature. I like to go with older boys... men," she corrected herself. "How old do your MEN need to be?" I asked. I dropped my smile and looked at her with a cold, somber expression before I spoke. "20 to 25," she said without hesitation. My dismal expression didn't change. "I'm disappointed," I said. "I don't fall in your group, I'm only 19." The smile left her face and there was a long pause; she stood erect dropping her arms to her sides. "I thought you were older; there are always exceptions," she said softly, the smile returning. I was no longer staring at her breasts, my eyes traveled to the four-inch span of bare skin between the halter-top and her short skirt. Raising my hand, I let a finger glide across her flesh just below her top, "I don't think I have the experience the MEN you are talking about. I'm positive I don't have the experience," I looked upward, letting my eyes lock on hers as I spoke. "I didn't mean that... , " she stopped mid-sentence. I slid from the car seat, causing her to step back. We both turned when the door opened and Evelyn called out. "Jason, I'm cooking waffles this morning," she said laughing as she spoke. She knew I thought her waffles were the best in the world, my favorites for the fifteen years she worked for our family. "Eleanor, there are plenty, come along," her tone was directive. Evelyn didn't give us a chance to linger; she waited at the doorway for us to enter. I was midway through my fourth waffle, Eleanor was just finishing her second, and Evelyn walked into the dining room with her purse. "I'm going shopping and if there is anything special you'd like now is the time to tell me," she said brushing across my head with her hand, an affectionate act she performed for years. "Well if it's not too much trouble, the cordon bleu, pastrami and rye, and pork roasts I have been eating are not within your standards." I just smiled when I named my favorites. "As if I didn't already know you wanted those," she said and ruffled my hair and then hugged my shoulder. "It's so good to have you home, and I know your father is at wits end. He has been strutting his 'stuff' since you said you wanted to work with him this summer. He may not tell you in words; however, he is very proud of you. I had better be on my way or I will be making myself cry." She gave me another quick squeeze on the shoulder and walked from the room. Eleanor and I were on our last bites of our late breakfast when she looked at me and grinned. "I think Evelyn is just as proud as she claims your father is." Pushing her plate back, she said, "Those are about the best waffles I've had, and I don't like waffles." I stood, gathered my soiled dishes and walked into the kitchen. Eleanor was close behind, took the dishes from my hands, and pushed me aside, rinsing the plates and placing them in the dishwasher. I stepped back and studied her as she busied herself. I paid particular attention when she leaned over and arranged the plates in the dishwasher; her skirt stretched tight across her ass. Eleanor was tiny in frame, barely five feet tall and not weighing a hundred pounds, if that much. I judged her shape to be above average, comparing her to other girls of sixteen, however she had the majority beat in the tit department. Her breasts had to be at least a 'C' cup, and I could see where my sister could be envious; they were well shaped. The bra she wore had to be thin because her nipples remained erect since the moment she walked to my car earlier. I had an urge to ask if blondes really had more fun, however I refrained. She straightened and turned, and I smiled as I studied her face. She was very attractive, not what you would call beautiful, but elegant. Her thin face and high cheekbones reminded me of Audrey Hepburn, although my movie idol would look terrible with blonde hair. That was just my opinion. "What are you smiling about and what are you thinking?" she said almost breaking into a laugh. "I was thinking how nice it would be if I were in that 20-25 year old group." The semi-laugh disappeared and she stepped close, concern was expressed across her face. "I didn't mean it exactly as it came out earlier; I just meant the boys my age don't have a clue about treating a girl the way we like to be treated." Placing her hands on my waist, she pulled my body against her thin frame, "You fit in any girls group." I felt her breasts press against the upper part of my stomach and her warm body caused strange things to happen rather quickly, "Mr. P" began rising as he stiffened. I didn't have time to debate the question; that being whether it was the contact of her warm body pressing against my prick or her firm breasts causing the commotion inside my brain. I was trying to think of a number, one-hundred, two-hundred, three-hundred; I didn't know and had no idea. How many times had I looked at a girl and desired her, yet in my arms I held one which looked two or three times better than any I lusted for. The majority didn't have as fine a shape as Eleanor and I was holding her. I did not intend to kiss her; I was complacent just holding her close. That changed when she looked up into my face and I saw she was poised, expecting me to kiss her. I lowered my head and our lips met. Very quickly, I realized she was more experienced in one area than I was; her tongue slipping into my mouth was a complete surprise. I saw her a half dozen times in the past few days and thought of her as a sixteen-year-old girl, All of a sudden I had a lot to learn. Our tongues twisted and wrestled and I thought I was in heaven. I realized I was only on the threshold when she covered my entire oral cavity, not missing a centimeter. I felt as though I was melting when she sucked my tongue and I began copying her moves, touching the inside of her mouth in its entirety. I tasted the syrup on her lips and began sucking, covering each particle of skin as she taught me. I had her bottom lip in my mouth for the second time when her hands pulled my hands under her halter and pressed them against her soft mounds. "It clips in the front," she said pulling her lip free. I didn't understand the meaning of her words and a minute later, her hands joined mine momentarily, long enough to unfasten her bra. I trembled and had to catch my breath, I was almost to the point of shooting into my trousers. I could feel her hardened nipples pressing against my palms and I felt as proud of myself as the night I first touched a breast. I remember I was in the seventh grade, I was playing with a half dozen friends, and we were in the barn. I was helping the girl to the ground when my hands slipped under her blouse. She didn't have breasts; they were just nubs however, when my hands cupped them the nipples was hard. She pressed my hands firmly against her body and I massaged them for four or five minutes, and all the time she was smiling at me. I hated it when one of our playmates called because she quickly pushed my hands from her. I tried four or five more times that evening to touch her; however, she rebuked me each time. Eleanor wasn't denying me; she was urging me, actually teaching me how to caress the breasts of the fairer sex. Our lips met again and as I massaged her breasts, our tongues were busy working with and against one another. I was nearly a foot taller than she was and I became uncomfortable bending, and I knew she was tired of stretching. I lifted her and sat her on the butcher-block table; she was nearly weightless I thought. Our lips and eyes were almost level and there was no longer a need to bend, and it was much easier to keep my hands on her breast. Our lips and tongues became over friendly, I assume, because she broke the kiss and lifted her halter, exposing her breasts and pulling my head to meet a nipple. Her legs spread on either side of my hips and when she lay back, I had to lean in to keep contact. I was pressing against her mound and 'Mr. P' and I were getting some strange ideas. It became extremely difficult to keep a breast near my mouth when I felt her pressing her pubic area against mine. I was disappointed, although I didn't resist when she pushed my head from her breast. My disappointment lasted only a moment because she continued pressing until my face was now staring into her crack, her spread pussy. Until that moment, I never had my mouth on a pussy although I heard of people doing it all the time. I soon found that they didn't speak nearly as highly of it as they should have; again, I was in heaven. I covered every centimeter of the insides of her pussy my tongue could reach and touch as well as I did the inside of her mouth. There was an incredible difference however, she was now becoming vocal, and she couldn't remain still. I removed my hands from her breasts and positioned them on her hips; I wanted desperately to maintain contact with her pussy and she continued to make it difficult; the lower portion of her body wouldn't remain still. The hard table had to be uncomfortable on her because it sure was on me. I knew I was taking a big chance, however I had to learn to seduce a girl. My failures in college flashed into my mind. I had a dozen girls in my bed yet I fucked only two. This lay heavy on my mind; my friends bragged about how many girls they made it with. I knew I couldn't speak because I would surely screw thing up. I stood and took each of Eleanor's hands and tugged. She raised and I lifted her from the table by her waist. Taking her by the hand, I looked into her eyes and began walking to the door. I kept my eyes directed at her face although I could see her skirt was raised and for the first time I realized she wasn't wearing panties. I nervously led her to my room, and surprised she didn't balk as I led her straight to the bed. "Lock the door please," she said as I stared at her breasts. I realized she followed me through the house with her skirt raised, and her breasts uncovered by her raised halter-top. I walked to the door and locked it as she requested. I turned, took a step and stopped. The halter-top and bra were lying on the floor and she was lifting one foot, stepping from her skirt. She removed the skirt and stood. We were facing one another and I saw excitement in her face, while I felt the fear in mine. I thought it was supposed to be the other way, my face should show the excitement. I walked to her slowly. I felt "Mr. P" stirring although I thought he should be standing tall and cheering. I suddenly became nervous. "Aren't you going to undress?" I nodded and mumbled something incoherent. I removed my shirt easily and then my trousers. I should have taken my shoes off sooner because I couldn't get my trousers past my shoes. I was all thumbs. I realized I was nearing the same point most of the girls left my bed the past year and I knew the answer why. They could see the fear I felt. Forcefully, I removed my shoes and then my trousers, and when I turned to face Eleanor, she was lying in the center of the bed. I knew I had to speak and while I searched for words, I gazed over her body. She looked so small and her breasts looked so large. "You are gorgeous." I couldn't say what I really felt because I wanted to say, "You look fucking gorgeous and I'm going to fuck you." "Thank you," she whispered. "You look good yourself," she said with more authority. "I have been waiting for this since I saw you last Saturday morning," she said reaching and gripping my semi-erect prick. Her warm fingers caused it to become fully erect in a matter of seconds. I eased into the bed, moving close, and kissed her. Her expression made me realize she could taste her juices on my lips and tongue, which I slipped into her mouth. Our lips locked and our tongues played their little game, bringing more excitement to one another. My free hand was caressing a soft mound; her breasts were the largest I ever had the good fortune of toying with, and I was taking full advantage. Her hand was busy stroking and squeezing my prick. I broke the kiss and whispered, "I want you, and I won't be responsible if you keep that up." She released my prick immediately and began pulling on my body, positioning me between her legs. One hand went to my head and pulled me, our lips making contact one more time. I had a problem, which I solved rather quickly, and it was because of her short stature, I broke the kiss enabling my prick to touch her pussy. She was guiding it through her slit and my pre-cum, mixed with her abundance of juices, allowed her to take my prick head rather easily into her waiting pussy. Her pussy seemed small and tight when I was working my tongue inside her earlier. However, my prick slipped inside her easily and her hand pressing against my ass was informing me she wanted me deeper. I can't explain the feeling I had as I pushed into her until our bodies meshed as one. She was warm and her pussy pressed firmly against my prick, although there was no difficulty in her accepting my full length. I didn't think of it previously and it wouldn't have mattered, she definitely wasn't a virgin. I eased from her, with the exception of my prick head, and slowly seated myself deep into her again. I was confused. One part of my mind wanted to fuck her hard and deep, using rapid strokes, while another part of my brain wanted me to linger and enjoy each moment. She was the fifth girl my prick had entered and the previous four were each rush jobs. My self-conscious told me to go slow. I could see her face clearly and I felt as though I was looking in a mirror; I was staring at satisfaction. "You feel so good inside me, much better than..." she mumbled words and quickly stopped speaking. Her smile faded quickly. "This is the best for me too," I said, wanting her to know she wasn't my first. I said the right thing because the contented smile returned to her face. I didn't know what she was thinking, however I was sure of my own thoughts. I couldn't ever remember feeling any better than I did at that very moment. Without understanding why or when, I was moving at a much faster pace and her smile kept getting bigger and bigger. I almost stopped moving when her expression changed. The smile was quickly replaced and she began biting her bottom lip. The urging of both her hands pulling and pushing on my ass was increasing the pace even faster, and she was now making noises. I couldn't make them out however they appeared to be painful and, at the same time, pleasing. She began thrusting her hips, driving my prick into her pussy harder and deeper, and her moans became understandable words. "Harder, harder, harder please," she continued repeating. She made three swift and hard lunges, almost toppling me from my kneeling position. "JASON," she yelled aloud on the second lunge, sending a thrill throughout my body. Pressing tightly against my ass, she held me still as she came down from her orgasm. I was harder than ever and I begged, "Please." I wanted to empty my load I was so near. "No," she urged. "Wait a few minutes, the next one will be much better, I promise." I contained myself, although I can't begin to explain how I did it. One reason may have been my response to her request. "Play with my tits, please. They are extremely sensitive now. I just need a few minutes." She was gasping for breath between each short blurb. Her eyes were glassy and I could see an extreme amount of pleasure in her face. I sat upright, forcing my prick deep into her opening. I saw the smile settling on her face as I began massaging her breasts. Her breasts were soft, yet they were firm. I rubbed over her nipples, which remained erect, and pressed, pulled, and pushed. The excitement I felt while I entertained myself kept me hard and every few moments I could feel a pulsing against my prick. "No one has ever treated me so gentle," she said. "Most men just want to get their own pleasure, however your hands are much different." Her hands were gliding along my legs, reaching high on my thighs and softly caressing my stomach. When her fingers dragged through the hair surrounding my prick I would feel my prick quiver and lurch. She was getting a thrill from this and began rubbing my stomach very lightly; she then would run her fingers through my hair once again. Each time my prick trembled, I could see her mouth form a small "O". Once again, I started having a discussion with myself. One side of me wanted to pound my prick into her hard and dump my load. The other half of me was enjoying the sensation of my prick buried inside her while I toyed with her breasts. I couldn't imagine any better choices to choose from; it was win-win in either case. I lost track of time however, I realized my legs were going to sleep when she spoke. "Could I get on top?" she asked, the look on her face was questioning. "Sure," I said. I didn't care which position I was in as long as I could keep my prick buried. We fumbled and finally she was now sitting on me, my prick remained buried inside her as we slowly and clumsily changed places. I knew how she felt when she started her up and down movements. I wanted her to go faster and she would have none of it. She was dragging it out and going much slower than I desired. I began thrusting my hips as she came down; I was attempting to drive my prick into depths it had never traveled. I can't remember how long she tortured me with her slow movements. I do know when she started moving faster I was delighted. She had two speeds dead slow and dead fast. When she started moving, there was no in between, she skipped that. We began ragged, however we soon found a matching pace and I was exerting as much force upward as she was as she drove down. She began to moan and, although I though it impossible, her gyrations increased further. She was much louder as she became faster and I was on the brink of cuming. I began watching her breast move, anything to get my prick off my mind. My hands had been massaging them, keeping them from bouncing, however I had to use them to steady myself, and provide myself balance and leverage. I felt it coming and I gave three quick thrusts and a loud groan when I felt my sperm rush into her body. A moment later, she yelled out, impaling her body hard on my prick as I drove upward. I paused momentarily, in shock, when she screamed out and I felt the warm fluids traveling down my stomach. She screamed, "OH! DADDY!" and pissed at the same time. I could see and feel her warm piss running down my stomach, and across my chest. Its warmth continued trailing around my neck, seeming endless as it trickled onto the bed. My prick remained hard as I emptied my seed into her. The warm piss had a tendency to prolong my sexual powers, giving me additional strength to continue driving hard into her. I was matching each of her thrusts as she drove downward. She continued shouting, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy." Her words instilled thoughts inside my head. I felt I was shooting into her again, although I knew it was just a feeling because I was drained completely minutes before. I continued to match her thrust for thrust until she had another small orgasm. We were spent when she fell to my side, my prick making a popping noise as it pulled from her pussy. "I'm sorry for messing up your bed, but that was the BEST it has ever been for me." She emphasized the 'best' when she spoke. She was gasping and her face was pale. I wondered if she was going to pass out. Her breathing was extremely erratic. "Are you okay? You look pale," I remarked. "I will be in a few minutes. That is only the second time I have done that, and I came twice as hard as I did the first time it happened. I enjoyed it much more this time, it was with you." She was stroking my prick slowly as she spoke and I was getting another erection. We struggled again, moving from one side of the bed to the other, the dry side. We were fortunate in that we were on the side of the bed and not the center. "When did it happen the first time?" I asked not really expecting her to answer. It just seemed to be the appropriate question to. She paused a few seconds before answering, "When I was 12," she said in a low voice. "12!" I exclaimed in a loud voice and rose on my elbow to look down at her. "You started making love when you were only 12?" Her head went side to side and she said, "I was 10 the first time. I really didn't want to, however I didn't object too much. You see, the boy was 18 and he was handsome, and I enjoyed his attention; especially since his girl friend was there." "WHAT!" I said loudly. "What do you mean his girlfriend was there?" She studied me for a moment, stroking my prick as she stared into my face. "You aren't going to tell anyone about this, are you?" "NO!" my voice squeaked as I replied. "The girl was sitting for us, my sister really. My sister was only four and momma paid Alicia to watch her. I was in the den watching the television and Alicia, the sitter was in the kitchen with her boyfriend. He wasn't supposed to come over but he did. When it was my bedtime, I went into the kitchen and they were drinking whiskey or something similar. I asked for a drink and he started to give it to me. She shouted at him, and I thought she was going to stop him. She didn't though, she said, 'Hey, I had to show my tits before you gave me a drink.' She turned to me and said, 'If you want a drink you have to show your tits, just like I did.' I refused and they began talking about who had the largest breast, Alicia or I. I did have small tits at 10 and although Alicia was 14, we were about the same size at the time." She stopped talking and lowered her head to my fully erect prick. Taking the head into her mouth, she licked the crown while it was hidden from my sight. She sucked me deep into her throat after she finished teasing me with her tongue. I was nearing another climax when she pulled back, removing her mouth from my throbbing organ. She looked up and smiled at me. "Please don't stop now. I'm so close," I said in desperation. She continued smiling and stroking, rising to her knees without releasing my aching organ. "I want you to 'FUCK' my tits," she said emphasizing 'fuck'. "You will be the first," she said with a smile. I was on my knees in an instant. Number one, I thought about fucking one girls large tits in my English class, she had some big ones. Secondly, I was ready to blow my wad at any minute and I wasn't about to turn her down. Three minutes later, I was pleased and disappointed. I was pleased because I came while she held my prick between her breasts; the disappointment came since I didn't last long. I anticipated it to take her much longer; however, I couldn't protest because it was an incredible experience and I could see cum on her neckline, cheek and upper lip. She spat on my prick head, encompassed it in her mouth adding more saliva and pressed it between her mounds. I began a fucking motion and lasted two minutes, cuming while aiming at her face. My amount was not as great as my first load however, I was just as proud, especially when she began licking it from her body. I lay back on the bed exhausted momentarily, while she rubbed the remainder into her skin. She leaned over and kissed me, her tongue probing deep into my mouth. I could taste myself on her lips and tongue, and I remembered she tasted her pussy juices on my lips. I assume she felt my body tense when I tasted my own fluids, the same as she had earlier. She raised and looked at me a moment before she started laughing. I had to join her and soon we were both laughing, with and at one another. Reaching for my hand, she guided it to her breast. I was squeezing and massaging her hanging mound when she continued with her story. "Alicia and her boyfriend continued talking and drinking, ignoring me after my refusal to show my breasts. He would take a drink and pass the glass to her, not releasing it until she pulled her top down exposing her breasts. She would drink, pass the glass back and cover her tits. When the glass was empty, he stood and mixed another glass from the bottle on the kitchen counter. Returning to the table, he asked if she wanted a glass of her own and she nodded. He motioned to her and she pulled her top over her head, and we were both staring at her small breasts, no larger than mine were. He prepared another glass of the drink and gave a full glass to her. When she offered me a drink from her glass, I debated a moment before I nodded. 'Well, you know what you have to do.' Reluctantly I opened my pajama top and showed my small breasts. I drank hurriedly and returned the glass, promptly covering my breasts. The drink made me feel warm inside and the next time she asked, I opened my top and took my time, taking a hefty drink." I was massaging her breasts, alternating between the two as she told her story. I would squeeze a nipple occasionally, drawing a deep sigh from her lips. "They included me in their conversation and we talked for a long while, Alicia kept drinking and not offering me a drink. I opened my top and reached for her drink and her boyfriend stopped me from taking the glass. 'She paid for that drink and if you want any more you have to pay.' I wanted another drink, it was good and I was feeling relaxed and warm inside. I removed my pajama top and he smiled and rose to prepare me a drink of my own. Alicia spoke up and said it wasn't fair because he had been looking at her legs and couldn't see mine. Well, I had skinny legs and no one was interested in looking at them. Plus we were sitting at the table and they couldn't see mine anyway so I didn't argue when Alicia said I should take my bottoms off." "What else were you wearing?" I asked assuming she was wearing shorty pajamas. "I was wearing my panties under my pajama bottoms. I didn't even get up, just slipped my bottoms off. When the drink was handed to me, I took a sizeable drink and it was different from Alicia's, it burned my throat as it went down. I coughed and they began laughing at me. I tried to hide the tears in my eyes but they saw them. Alicia started calling me childish and tried taking my drink. I stood and walked into the television room, keeping my drink close. A few minutes later, they came into the room and sat on either side of me. I thought they were going to take my drink and I turned it up and drank it before they had a chance to get it. Well, needless to say, I was dizzy and feeling hot a few minutes later. Their hands started moving down my chest and stomach, and they were asking if it burned under where their hands were touching. I was nodding agreeably and barely aware when Alicia slipped her hand inside my panties asking, 'Are you hot here also?' I remember nodding as she worked her finger into my slit. She was making me feel like an adult, telling me how mature I was, while she kept moving her finger inside me. Her finger felt good and the next thing I remember, I was naked and lying on the floor. Her boyfriend was forcing his prick into my pussy. I woke because it hurt like hell; I screamed. Alicia came to my aid and gave me another drink; only she had me drink from the bottle. I did, and it burned worse than before, but a few minutes later her boyfriend's prick didn't hurt as much and he started fucking me. I wouldn't admit it to them; I really enjoyed him doing it to me, even though it hurt at first. He was about the handsomest boy I ever met." "What happened after that?" I asked. I was maintaining an erection because she was stroking my prick slowly, and at the same time, I continued toying with her breasts. Her nipples remained hard and she would move my hand from one breast to the other when I became overly engrossed in the story. ------- Chapter 4 "Alicia continued sitting for my sister, normally every week or two weeks," Eleanor's voice was getting lower, becoming more embarrassed Jason felt. "There was no time for a night as we had the first night because mom and dad seldom stayed out for a late evening. Alicia and I did have fun, even on the shorter nights. We began by going to my room and talking about the first night, and the next step we began comparing breast sizes. It was almost two months before we touched one another; at first we touched just breasts. Every week brought something new and different, and before three months passed, we were fingering and licking one another every visit." Jason was pressing on her hard nipple and not looking at her when she became silent. He didn't realize she stopped talking for a long while, probably more than two or three minutes. Jason looked at her face and saw she had tears in her eyes; however, she had a smile on her face. "Okay, what are you smiling about?" Eleanor shook her head and didn't speak; instead, she pulled away and tugged on his hand as she slipped from the bed. He got up and followed her to the bathroom, her hand pulling him. "I'd like to take a shower. Would you take a shower with me?" she asked wiping her eyes. "Yes, I'd love to, but could you tell me why the tears?" he asked. "Jason, I lied to you this morning. I called Helen and told her I wasn't going to school; I didn't tell her why. I feel bad because she's my best friend, the only friend I have who never has ridiculed me. She doesn't know anything about what I have told you. I guess I'm getting sentimental, but I feel bad about lying to you, and also to her. She is too good a friend to lie to, and then go behind her back." "Eleanor, I think each of us has told a lie to a good friend at one time or another. Normally it is so we don't hurt our friend's feelings in some manner. I don't think one lie will kill a friendship." I adjusted the shower, stood back, and let her enter before I stepped in and closed the door. I reached for the soap and the washcloth and got my hands slapped. "I'll do it," she said. "I have looked forward to this day; I have dreamed about the day I could shower with you." The look on her face told me she was excited. The shower took longer than usual, each washing every inch of the other. Jason washed each of her breasts, watching her nipples as they became like marbles, hard. Rinsing the soap from a breast mound, he would suck the darkened area making her moan, leave it and begin on its mate. Dropping to his knees when he washed her pussy, he used his fingers and washed her as deep as his fingers would reach. Rinsing, and using his tongue, he repeated the washing action. She took his tongue as long as possible, until finally, she pressed the back of his head hard against her pussy until her entire body shook. When she became weak, too weak to stand, he raised from his knees and held her tightly, close to his body. When her time came to wash him, she started at his head and worked downward. He almost came and had to push her body from him when she lathered her breasts and used them to wash his body. He was able to withstand the excitement when she washed his back, stomach and legs, however when she started on his prick it was a different story. Her hard nipples caressing the crown on his prick sent flashes through his prick, affecting the nerve endings throughout his body. After rinsing the soap from his prick, she leaned, took his prick head into her mouth, and began sucking. The electrifying feeling made him stand on his toes when she sucked hard. He wasn't surprised when he started to feel the strange twinges in his prick. She removed her mouth, feeling the jerking motions also. Stroking his prick slowly, she looked up and he was wide-eyed as she stroked faster and faster. He muffled his cry when the sperm shot from the tiny hole in his prick, striking her on the chin. The second and third spurts struck her breast, just above the nipple. She continued stroking until he wilted, sighing heavily somewhere near the same time. Reaching to her chin, his finger wiped the hanging stream of sperm. He placed his finger in her mouth and she sucked, cleaning his finger. The sperm on her breast was slowly sliding to the side of the soft mound and falling to the floor. Catching one large droplet before it fell, he rubbed it into her softness, bringing the life back to her softened nipple. Jason pulled her body close and they kissed a tongue-searching kiss. He tasted his sperm in her mouth as his tongue searched. Jason watched Eleanor as she dressed, attempting to assist however she evaded his hands after he wanted to play more than help. When he was dressed, he saw she had the bed stripped. "Evelyn is going to know I didn't do that," he said pointing to the bed. "She is going to know it was you, and that means she will suspect we were here together." "I know," Eleanor replied, Evelyn knows everything that happens in this house, don't you realize that. She has taken care of you since you were a child; your secrets are safe with her. "But," Jason stuttered, "Doesn't it bother you?" "No, does it bother you? Are you ashamed to let her know you made love to me?" Jason stared at her and saw her expression change, the smile left her face and she looked concerned. "You don't mind if she knows we made love?" he finally asked. "Jason, I am of legal age to make love with whomever I please. I am not ashamed, just the opposite, I'm proud. You didn't coerce me and I didn't coerce or blackmail you, so what is the problem?" "But aren't you worried about what Evelyn will think?" "No! I'm not. Evelyn knows me and if she thinks making love to you is bad then I would expect her to tell me. Goodness knows, she has enough times in the past. She has even brushed my skirt tail a couple of times," Eleanor laughed at his confused expression. Jason cackled loud. Eleanor jumped when the phone began ringing, a moment after she told of getting her tail whacked by Evelyn. "You thought she got you again, didn't you?" She gave him a hard look and stepped aside to let him answer the annoying ringing. Answering the voice on the line, using his own snappy voice, Jason listened a moment. The salesperson was trying to sell 'Walter Michaels' something useful, or so he said. "No, thank you." Jason said politely. "No thanks," again he spoke polite. "HELL NO! he yelled and dropped the instrument roughly. Turning to Eleanor, he said, "Now, where..." He was alone; Eleanor was no longer in the room. Three minutes later, he was facing Evelyn's grin. "WOW WEE!" Evelyn exclaimed. "That girl still has her eye on you." "What girl still has her eyes on me? Did Eleanor come through here?" Jason asked. "As if you didn't know," Evelyn remarked reaching for her heart and throwing her head back. "Evelyn! Did you see Eleanor?" Jason's spoke sharply. "Watch your manners young man!" Evelyn snapped in reply. "I'm sorry, Eleanor walked out while we were in a discussion." Jason walked from the kitchen with the intention of going to the front door, stopping at Evelyn's remark. "She left, and she thinks you are much nicer now than you were at fourteen. She just happened to drop me that remark," Evelyn said as he returned to see her smiling at him. "How can she say that? She didn't know me when I was fourteen." "She's known you much longer than that; you're getting old, you have known her for ten years, since you and your family moved into this house." Evelyn's expression changed and a shocked look fell across her face. She gasped loudly and her hands came to her face, "You don't remember her, do you?" "No, I just met her Saturday morning when Helen brought her home," he replied frowning. "Little Marie, you don't remember her?" "Yes, I remember Marie; she was that real skinny girl that played with Helen after we moved here. She didn't weigh fifty pounds, I remember. She had crooked teeth and all the boys called her names. Her dad went to jail and they moved." "Jason, Eleanor is Eleanor Marie. Her mother remarried and they moved back over two years ago. You really didn't know her." Evelyn stared at Jason for a minute and then began laughing. A shocked expression appeared on Jason's face. Evelyn stopped laughing abruptly, "Do you remember why her father went to jail?" "I think it was because he assaulted her. I know I felt sorry for her at the time, because she was tiny and he weighed around two-hundred-fifty pounds. Heck, I saw him and he was big, his hands..." Jason held his hands to his front and placed them side-by-side, copying their huge size. "Jason, he was sexually assaulting her." "Evelyn, I... , " Jason turned pale. The story Eleanor told earlier came to him quickly. She was so tiny and he couldn't imagine a grown man attacking her. Neither could he understand an eighteen-year-old boy fucking her while another girl watched. He knew Alicia as well, she was a year older than he was and she always had a boy or two with her. He heard stories about her in school, however he thought it was just the boys bragging. He suddenly understood why Eleanor said Helen was such a good friend. "Evelyn, her teeth," Jason remembered her teeth were crooked. "She is proud of her teeth; she had her braces removed three or four months ago, I don't remember the month." Jason nodded and walked slowly from the room. He was standing by his un-made bed when he remembered his photo album. Searching through his closet, he found it after ten minutes. Sitting at his desk, he began looking at the pictures. He was looking at the album when Evelyn brought a tray with two Reuben's strategically placed surrounding a pile of chips. He turned the album where she could see the pictures. She began turning the pages and stopped at the page with two good snapshots of Helen and 'Marie' on opposite pages; she tapped on the one she thought was the better of the two, looked at him and smiled. "She doesn't look like the same girl you had in bed this morning, does she?" Jason felt his body go limp and his face flushed. He remained absolutely still, except for a deep breath, waiting for her to drop the bomb. "I didn't have it in mind to embarrass you." She caught his uncomfortable look immediately. "I came up earlier to see what you wanted for lunch. I couldn't help but hear the two of you, and I didn't have to see to know what was happening. You're a grown boy, and she's a big girl, you make your own decisions. She's bigger than she was here anyway," she said tapping the photograph. Evelyn left him sitting stymied. He expected a tongue-lashing. Jason looked at the photo she pointed to and saw something he hadn't noticed before. She and Helen were in bathing suits and she had small bumps for breasts, and it was Helen's ninth birthday party. He couldn't remember her being dressed where he noticed the size of her breasts. Staring at her legs in the photograph, they were no larger than his arms. Looking to the unmade bed, he pictured her nude body prone. He smiled; she had grown. Marie woke and stretched. She groaned as the jolt of pain flashed through her body; however, she had to straighten her legs. Stretching from the fetal position, she was awake realizing every muscle in her five-seven frame was a source of pain. The need to relieve her bladder was too great and she moved, wincing in pain, stood and hobbled to her toilet. Her legs were stiff and sore, but the foul taste in her mouth was harder to cope with. Helen winced again as she sat on the toilet seat. The pain in her legs was expected, however she wasn't as young and her muscles were much tighter. Paul stretched her legs over her head, her knees pressed tightly against her ears, when he was viciously fucking her the second time. At the moment he was pounding into her, deeper than anyone ever reached his prick was giving her pleasure she couldn't imagine possible. She was begging for more, and she had no thoughts of the consequence, which would later be painful. Closing her eyes, a warmth drifted across her body and she shuddered with chill-like motions after it passed. It reminded her of an aftershock, an orgasmatic aftershock. She was cognizant of the fact Paul's sperm seeped from her pussy and ass as she slept, now dried on her skin. It was impossible for her to discharge his fluids through her earlier bath; he planted his seed too deeply inside her body. She shuddered at the thought of wearing a pad again, however she would be leaking his juices the remainder of the day. Brushing her teeth, as she ran a hot bath, she cursed Nora under her breath. She didn't like licking and sucking another woman's pussy. She had a frightening experience senior sneak week, and to this day, had been unable to live it down. Stepping into the tub, another gush of sperm discharged from her pussy when she lifted her leg. She would have laughed had not the pain in her leg been as great. Walter and she had some wonderful love sessions and sperm gushing from her pussy wasn't unusual. At the thought of her husband, a different pain struck her. He would be upset. She would inform him of her visit. He didn't mind her getting some on the side, however he didn't like their company for one simple reason, drugs. He liked the couple, even enjoyed their company, it was just the drugs. Walter was predictable. Marie was almost positive she knew his first question when she informed him. He would ask what brought up the need for a good fucking. She moaned and slid lower into the water, spreading her legs wider, accepting the pain. A hand slowly moved to her pussy and a finger entered gently, and she knew she would tell him a lie. It was impossible for her to say aloud she desired her son. Nora knew immediately, and Nora called Jason's name numerous times, bringing a unique thrill to Marie's loins each time she heard his name. It was going to be a long and stressed summer Marie reminded herself. Removing the finger from her pussy, she reached for her razor. Marie posed in front of the mirror lifting her breasts gingerly; her nipples were sore. Paul went to the extreme; they would be tender for two or three days. Marie finished dressing and cursed Nora again. Nora had Paul bring her to within moments of an orgasm and Nora stopped him; she used coercion to get Marie to agree to leave Saturday morning where she would be free to visit Jason. Sex or drugs, she understood why Walter wanted to keep the couple at arm's length. She knew she would visit them again. Helen was miserable all through the day. She was concerned she offended Jason. She had to ask. There were too many questions asked her and the counselor was never helpful, always responding with another question of her own. The counselor picked the wrong day to have her pulled from class. The questions from her peers were as upsetting as those posed by the counselor. She wasn't proud of her performance; however, she did feel it was necessary if the questions were to stop. She took Eleanor's advice and it appeared to have worked. "Mrs. Nixon, your hand is on my leg again. Do you like touching my bare leg or do you enjoy it more when I wear nylons," Helen asked, her words shocking the counselor, causing her to remove her hand quickly. "Well I... , " Mrs. Nixon stuttered. "Do you like it better when I spread my legs like this?" Helen spread her legs to the extent her skirt would allow. "Maybe you like it better when you have to force your hand between my legs to touch my panties?" Helen took the counselor's hand and pulled it roughly between her legs. "Helen! What are you doing, what do you mean?" the stunned woman questioned. "What if I remove my panties and give them to you?" Helen remarked as she stood and removed her panties and tossed them to the shocked woman. "Helen! Stop it!" Helen walked to the door, sans panties, turned and spat angrily at the counselor. "Suppose I go to Mr. Harkley and tell him you removed my panties, what do you think his reaction would be?" Helen opened the door and stepped into the hallway, looking left and right, and seeing two teachers she knew. "Helen! Come back!" Mrs. Nixon rushed to the door and reached for Helen's arm, the panties in her hand. Helen looked at the teachers and allowed Mrs. Nixon to pull her into the office. "What are you doing young lady?" she ground the words angrily at Helen, pressing her panties into her hands. "Put those on young lady. I'd like to know what you think you are doing." Her words were spoken in anger and Helen responded in a like manner. "Two teachers just saw you with my panties and if I go to Mr. Harkley and tell him I am tired of submitting to you, what do you speculate will be his reaction?" The counselor realized at once, what the teen was doing. With her knowledge of the system, she knew instantly the outcome if Helen walked into the office and told the principal a wild story. "What are you doing, Helen? Why are you doing this?" "I'm tired of your questions about my brother and me. I have answered every question honestly and yet you continue. I will not answer more questions; that's it. I will not cause you any trouble unless you continue to trouble me. You have my word." Helen stood and walked from the office, leaving the door open and not looking to see whom she passed in the hall. The excitement her friends felt about the Hop the following evening was immaterial at the time, she was more concerned in Jason's feelings. She did her share; a member of the committee, she worked hard to insure the Hop was a success. She tried to distance herself from the dozen girls waiting in front of the school, her mind was elsewhere and she wasn't interested in joining their excited conversations. Marie stopped the car and Helen slid into the seat beside her mother. Marie saw immediately her daughter was distraught and questioned her. This should have been a day of delight for her daughter, Marie realized. Helen spent many hours preparing for her Sophomore Hop, and she would be directly involved with the activities scheduled the following evening. They were on their way to pick up her formal, one final fitting as two weeks passed since the formal was last worn. "Mom, please, no questions now. Let's just pick up my formal and go home." Helen said. Hardly any words passed between mother and daughter on the drive to the dress shop, the fitting, and the drive home. Helen rushed from the car and to her room. Marie was upset and when Jason approached, she walked around him and said she would start supper; they would eat early. Marie was concerned with Helen's silence. Her concern quickly vanished ten minutes after she started supper. The scream startled Marie, followed by a loud shout, "JASON." She heard the footsteps running and Jason entered the kitchen so quickly, she had little time to worry. Jason came running into the room, stopping behind the table. Seconds later Helen followed him. She watched them a minute, Jason keeping his distance on the opposite side of the table as they circled, back and forth, Helen trying to catch him. All was well; she laughed, they were acting normal. Marie quizzed Helen, "What did he do to you?" Helen stopped and turned to her mother, "He scared me. He pretended he was mad at me, and then he started laughing. I'm going to brain him." While Helen's back was to him Jason slipped up behind her, "GOTCHA!" he shouted as he pinned her arms to her sides by wrapping his arms around her, pulling her tightly against his body. They wrestled for half a minute, quieting when Marie spoke. "Anyone in the kitchen after ten seconds has to help with supper." Marie laughed as her children made a mad dash for the door. Eating supper, Jason couldn't believe his sister would flick the olive at him, however she did. It glanced off his cheek, flying past and striking the wall. She used her spoon as though it was a catapult. He cut his eyes to Marie and she was taking a bite. Marie finished eating and looked at her children. Something was going on between them, they were too quiet and they jumped a dozen times during the meal. Something else was odd, she was finished with her meal and their plates were barely touched. "What is going on between you two?" she asked. The siblings were staring at one another and both turned to her at the same time, void of expression. "What do you mean, mom?" Helen asked. "You haven't spoken a dozen words and it's unlike you," Marie said and Helen's body jerked. Marie turned, thinking she saw a movement behind Helen. She saw the olive roll slowly across the floor and stop, almost within reach of the table. Marie looked across the floor and stood, "I don't believe what I see, and I am not cleaning this mess up. WE ARE NOT leaving it for Evelyn either." Sliding her chair under the table, she turned and walked from the room. Marie went to the family room, turned the television on, and sat in her recliner. She was still for two minutes before she started laughing. Her children, almost grown, were tossing food at one another under the table. She continued laughing under her breath and minutes later she heard Jason yell. She could imagine what Helen was doing, without Marie in the room she would be tossing food across the table. After the yell from Jason, a scream came from Helen. Ten minutes she listened to yells followed by screams and then it became silent. Ten minutes of silence worried her and she walked into the dining room. Her first thought was to scream. The table was clean, soiled dishes removed. The floor was a different story, the remainder of the supper prepared was strewn wall to wall, and there was mustard and ketchup on the floor and on her children. It was obvious which had the mustard container, and just as obvious, the other had the ketchup. Each was covered with food and condiments. She was extremely upset initially, until she thought about them sitting in the floor, facing one another with legs entwined. Marie was shocked to see they had a cream pie between them and each was feeding the other as they were fed as babies. Marie would give Jason a bite, wiping his mouth with the spoon if any cream remained on his lips, and vice versa with Jason. Backing from the room, she returned to the family room. Marie was sitting back in the recliner, half way listening to her children talking about pranks played on one another in the past. Twice she had laughed aloud when she heard a tale told. She was pleased with her children, although she could have easily given them to any taker earlier. The day was one of ups and downs, and she was thankful for the peace and quiet. She laughed again, hearing Helen squeal, Jason was getting revenge for something his sister initiated. The evening had been one of excitement and she was holding the phone to her ear, giving a blow-by-blow account, and explaining the day's activities to her husband. Marie and Walter were in conversation for almost an hour and Marie kept putting off telling him about her evening with Nora and Paul. She was afraid he was going to end their conversation and she took a deep breath and gained the courage. "Walter, I visited Nora and Paul last evening." Marie spoke softly not wanting her children to hear her private conversation. "How are they doing? I don't believe we've seen them since Christmas." "They are fine, but you know I have seen Nora, we have been shopping a few times." "Oh, I know that. What I mean is we haven't socialized with them since Christmas. Were you making a social call last evening? How many people were there?" Paul queried her. "Just the three of us, it wasn't a party or anything like that." "Just Paul, with two lovely women, I imagine he had a ball," Walter laughed. "No, probably more like you each had a ball, you and Nora. Poor Paul, I bet he's tired today." "Walter, I mean it wasn't a big party, just the three of us partied." Marie was waiting for the axe to fall and she felt he was beating around the bush. "You mean you partied, like the three of you had your clothes off. Was it that kind of party?" "Yes," Marie said. "It was that kind of a party." "Tell me about it; is he as much man as she said he is?" Paul heard of his many conquests; however, he had doubts about some of the things he'd heard. "Honey, I can tell you first hand she wasn't exaggerating on anything she said, and I don't know what she said." "He's that much, huh," Paul said. "I know he has the equipment, and I've heard he could satisfy a woman. How did he do with you and Nora working him over? I hear she can hold her own." "Walter, I don't know exactly how to say it to make it sound right, but it's like... it's like we were just the warm-up. I think that is the correct way to say it." "I'm glad you had a good time. I'd like to go one-on-one with Nora; she's a fine specimen for a mature woman. Baby, I just have one drawback and you know what that is... the drugs. You know the little blonde-haired woman in shipping; she was a guest for the weekend a few weeks ago. She walked around in la-la land for two days after a weekend with them. I almost fired her until I learned where she was because I thought she was using." "I know how you feel, sweetheart. I agree with you, it's I was just so horney and I couldn't call another friend at the last minute. Walter, you know how much trouble some of our friends have getting babysitters. I just wanted to tell you, I didn't want you finding out later and becoming mad over it." "Horney, huh! What made you horney, what did you see interesting? Would I be interested in the better half?" "There is no better half, he's single." Marie admitted. "Single is he? Do I have to be concerned?" Walter sat upright; Marie heard his chair shuffle on the floor. "No darling, there is no need for you to worry." "Wait now! You just said he made your pussy juice, and now you say I don't have reason for concern. Something doesn't relate and if he's within two-thousand miles... I am concerned. I have to leave my lovely wife alone too often. Who is he? Do I know him?" "I'll explain everything to you when you come home," Marie sighed. "Oh no, you my darling wife, you'll tell me now. Do you think I want to worry about his name for a week? Have a heart, it would drive me crazy, and you know that." "Please Walter, trust me." "Please Marie, tell me." "Walter!" "Marie!' Marie was insistent, however, Walter was unrelenting. "Walter, it's your son! Every time he gets near me, my pussy becomes wet. He has just grown so much and he looks much different. Walter, I know it's wrong; however, he affects me the same way you did when we were dating." Walter was silent for many minutes; the telephone line was making more sounds than the couple speaking. "Marie, I don't know what to say. That is not so unusual I don't think. Many mothers have a fantasy about their sons, the same with fathers." "Walter, have you had thoughts about Helen!" she exclaimed quickly. "Well, honey, not exactly the way you are talking about I don't believe. But yes, I have had thoughts about her; she is attractive and I have had thoughts about most attractive women I've met." "Walter, you know I'm not thinking about the other women. I want to know, have you had sexual thoughts about you daughter?" "Well, I can't deny that I haven't thought..." Marie replaced the instrument in the cradle. She was worried what he would think of her and he was thinking the same thing all the time. "DAMN, DAMN, DAMN," she said aloud, and the tears rushed from her eyes. Seconds later her children were standing in the doorway and in unison, they spoke, "MOM, what is it, NANA?" Turning from them and wiping her eyes quickly, "No, it's not Nana." "You were talking to dad, is it dad?" Helen asked as she approached her mother. "Yes, that was your dad, and everything's okay. We just had a disagreement, that's all." She looked at Jason and Helen, each partially dressed. Helen was wearing a bra and mustard covered shorts; Jason was dressed in ketchup covered slacks, rolls in the cuffs, and barefooted. He was holding a squeegee mop, and Helen held a cleaning rag. "Everything's fine, go back to your cleaning and I'll talk to you both in a few minutes." Marie turned and walked from the room. She didn't want them to see her crying further and it was impossible for her to speak now. The telephone began ringing at five a.m. and Jason just looked at the instrument. It stopped ringing after a few rings and he closed his eyes. "MOM!" he heard Helen scream. A few seconds passed and he heard Helen rush from her room and moments later, "MOM!" Helen screamed again. ------- Chapter 5 Friday Morning Helen's screaming startled Jason, abruptly wakening him. Slipping into a pair of sweats, he rushed from his room following Helen's cries. Marie was cradling Helen to her bosom when Jason stopped at his mother's bedroom door. "Mom, what happened?" "Jimmy was in an accident last night. Mrs. Islander just called Helen from the hospital to inform her." "But why would she call at this hour?" Jason asked not fully understanding. "Jimmy is her escort to the hop this evening." "Well, can't she get someone else to escort her. Heck, she's pretty popular." Jason didn't see a problem because she had many friends. Helen rose quickly and screamed at him, her face wet with tears, "I JUST CAN'T GET ANYONE TO ESCORT ME, JIMMY'S MY FRIEND." Dropping her head heavily to Marie's bosom, she began sobbing again. His eyes went to Helen when she rose and he wasn't aware if she could see the redness in his face. He was staring at the rubber dildo Helen's arm uncovered when she embraced her mother. Raising his hands in defeat, he backed from the room with the dildo capturing his eyes. Jason walked back to his room, his thoughts on Helen screaming at him. He was sorry about Jimmy because he was a nice kid. Jimmy was constantly hanging around waiting for Helen when she was younger. They were a pair, he remembered, always in some type of confrontation, whether it was an argument, scuffling, or just trying to best one another. He would make amends with Helen when she calmed, even buy her a gift beforehand as a sign of brotherly love. He chuckled thinking she still had a temper. Stretching across his bed, Jason pictured his mom and the dildo. He saw them, dildoes, in magazines, books, and even in a counter display when he was in an adult book store on one occasion; however, he never saw one lying open as his mother's was earlier. It was as large as his prick when he was erect, possibly larger. He had just a quick glimpse and he wondered if his mom used it often. Sliding his hand into the waist of his sweat pants, he grasped his own erection and began stroking; he wondered what it would be like to watch her use it, pushing it into her pussy. His prick grew and he became overly excited at the thought of his mom fucking herself. It was too late when he realized he was going to come. He moaned as his prick erupted and a quick flash of his mom's face flashed before his eyes. Groaning at the mess on his hands, his stomach, and in his sweats, he wondered if she received more pleasure from the rubber cock or a real one. The thought came as he slipped from the bed and walked to his bathroom to shower. Lathering his prick, he couldn't get the rubber monster off his mind. He wondered if all girls used them to get off. Heck, it was easy for a man; he could just stroke his organ anytime he had the urge. He assumed it was different for a girl because she couldn't stroke her cunt as easily. He forgot about washing and started stroking when he felt the sensation building again. His prick was hard and he thought about Eleanor showering with him and wondered if she had her own artificial prick, and Helen, did she have one. Probably not in the case of Helen, he thought, she admitted being a virgin. Groaning loudly into the spray of the water, he watched his sperm strike the wall of the shower. After dressing, and checking his email, Jason was disappointed the day was going so slowly. It wasn't six as yet. Helen was upset about Jimmy and Marie would probably side with her so he thought the best thing to do would be to get out of the house. He though about a couple of places and then remembered the diner many of the workers gathered at each morning and decided to pay them a visit. If nothing else, he might meet a couple of old high school friends. Walking into the kitchen to get a glass of juice was the wrong thing for Jason to do. Evelyn started when he walked through the door. "Well good morning Mr. Insensitive. Can't she get someone else to escort her? That is a fine remark to make to your sister, especially since this should be the happiest day of the year for her." Evelyn confronted Jason and was continually moving at him as he backed from her. "She has worked every day for six months on this dance scheduled tonight and then you make a remark like that. I'm surprised; no, I'm disappointed in you. You should be happy for her, even working with her to come up with a solution." Jason was steadily backing around the room and Evelyn was matching him step-for-step keeping the distance close. "She has done nothing but work for this night, spending many hours at school, on the phone and in meetings. It's encompassed her whole life that is until you came in last weekend. I don't see how she could lay everything aside for a rock, an insensitive brother like you. I should have tanned your hide many more times; maybe you would have been more sensitive if I had." Jason backed against the wall and there was no escape. He had to stand immobile as Evelyn continued. "That girl thinks she has the finest brother in the world. Right now I... I... I've said enough. What are you doing in my kitchen?" Jason walked past her quickly and Evelyn sat heavily in the closest chair. Jason rushed from the house and it was not until he was on the highway did he begin to relax. Evelyn scolded him as a child however he never saw her as up tight as she was minutes earlier. He didn't think the dance was that important to Helen, she barely mentioned it all week. He didn't realize how significant her contributions were prior to his returning for the summer. Jason's mind wasn't on driving and he passed the diner. He found himself pulling into the shop and office compound; however, he only saw two cars. It was still early. Stopping in front of the office, Jason stepped out of his car and looked around. Everything looked as it did a year earlier, just in worse need of paint. He wondered why construction sites always looked run down and dirty. He heard someone shouting and turned in the direction of the voice. "Could I help you sir?" the young man asked from half way across the large dirt lot. As he walked closer, Jason saw the smile break out on the boy's face. "Jason, how are you doing buddy? What brings you out here so early? Your dad isn't here yet." He continued walking until they were close enough to shake hands. "Daniel, how are you, and how is Sarah?" Jason smiled as he thought about the young couple's plans for college only to be interrupted when Sarah became pregnant in their senior year. They were married the day after graduation and she was near mid-term at that time. "What are you doing here so early, it's just past six." "Your dad, and the foreman, worked it out where I come in an hour early, open the gates and shops, and I get off an hour before everyone else. It's easy in the summer and a little rougher in the winter. It helps me with my schedule in night school. How did you do this year; did you study the books or the co-eds?" "Which ever it was I didn't ace either. I guess I tried a little of both and failed on both." Daniel laughed and I joined his laughter. "No, I did okay on the grades. The chicks, well they were something else. I can't complain though, I scored a few times." I couldn't tell him I scored twice and struck out ten times. "Whose car?" I asked pointing to the Ford in front of the office. "Who else, Amanda, she's always the first one here. She works more hours than anyone here, even your father. She'll give you the shirt off her back too. I'll bet you would like to have her shirt too." He jabbed me in the arm and smiled, "I've got more work so I'll see you later." Daniel walked away happy and smiling, the same as in high school; he never seemed to worry about anything and I never saw him upset. I stared at Amanda through the glass door of the office for five minutes before I entered. She was wearing a sheer blouse and a skirt that fit snug. The camisole appearance was electrifying and her large breasts would cause a eunuch to become erect. It was a first, I never saw her in a skirt before. Slacks and blouse or a pantsuit was her normal daily dress as construction workers were in and out all day. He chuckled when he thought about her easygoing attitude, always positive and cheerful every day. She was quick to counter to the dozens of flirting remarks received daily, loving every one. "JASOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNN," she screamed when she looked up. I smiled and gazed at her lively shape as she rushed in my direction, wrapping her arms around me and squeezing tight. The firm grip in her arms reminded me she didn't forego her exercising appointments. Her strength was exceptional for a woman of her stature. "I have been watching and you look as great as ever," I said with a mischievous grin. "No doubt you were looking at my breasts, as usual." Pressing her hands over each, she said, "They're still there same as always. You look grown however you still need to grow this much." Holding a hand out with a distance of a half inch between her thumb and forefinger, she looked at her hand and narrowed the distance to about a quarter inch. I started laughing and she grinned and hugged me again. "You haven't forgotten, have you?" I stated. Dad brought me in shortly after I was twelve and in the midst of the conversation, he asked her to take me out and make a man of me. 'He needs to grow about this much, and I will.' She held her hand in front of my eyes and said I needed to grow that much. It was an inch at that time and I felt I was growing because the distance today had narrowed to one-quarter inch. "Never, and you know I keep my word." She laughed and pulled my arm, dragging me to her work area. "Sit down. Your dad is so happy you are going to work with us this summer, he was really hurt last year when you refused." "Last year I had a lot to cope with," responding as I sat. "That's behind me now and I look at things differently." "That ordeal must have been terrible on you, I am so sorry. I know it has been rough on Helen also, she often complains about the way you were treated. Enough of that." She said as the pride she felt radiated in her expression, "When are you coming to work and what does Helen think of you being home? I know she's happy because she has been moping around for a year." "Well, we have only been in one food fight," I said laughing at the evening meal tossed at one another and not eaten. An hour discussion with Amanda was enough to cheer anyone, and as I turned into the drive, I was cheerful. I dreaded the confrontation with Evelyn, whom I owed an apology. Mom's car was not in the drive and the house was quiet. I walked into the kitchen to apologize. I was caught off-guard when Evelyn spoke before I had a chance to speak. "Jason, I'm sorry about this morning." "Evelyn, I owe you, mom, and Helen the apology. My remark came before I thought; I know tonight means much to her." "Your mom and I came up with the solution, and Marie took Helen to school. She doesn't think there will be a problem but she is going to check. Our solution is 'you' will be her escort for the evening." She looked at me solemnly for a moment after she spoke, waiting for a response. "I... I... I don't know! What does Helen think of the idea?" "THAT'S RIDICULOUS!" Evelyn exclaimed and laughed. "That was her immediate response. After she thought about it for a minute, she said she thought it was okay. She still wasn't too happy. I think she is concerned what her friends will say, however Marie convinced her that her close friends would understand. Most of those attending do not know you are her brother that is if you act natural." "Act natural? What do you mean by that?" Evelyn gave a sour look, "You know, ask her to dance, hold her hand when you're walking, and put your arm around her. You know the things the boys do." "Evelyn, the things boys do, just what is that?" "Well... well... just act natural, you know what I mean." I started laughing and received another sour look. I continued to laugh and she started laughing. When she stopped her laughter, she became serious. "You need to rent a tux, and don't forget to order a corsage." "Would you call and order the corsage please; you know what is best for her. Is there anything else I should know about taking a girl out on a first date?" I smiled and ducked; my sarcastic tone had been obvious as she tossed a dishcloth at me. We were each laughing when I walked from the room to dress for the drive to a clothing rental shop. Siblings argue and scuffle, fight and play, and compliment one another on rare occasions. Jason would have done the latter had he the ability speak when Helen walked into the room in her formal. He was flabbergasted. "Oh my gosh, you're beautiful," Marie said rising to walk to her daughter. "What do you say, Jason," Evelyn said as she followed Helen into the room after assisting Helen with her wardrobe. Finding his tongue after another moment of silence, Jason's eyes devoured his sister. "You are truly lovely, by far the prettiest girl at the dance." Helen smiled and curtsied, "Thank you my brother; however you haven't seen the others as yet. How can you say that prematurely?" "In my heart you are the most beautiful, none other will compare." Jason was speaking the truth because at the moment he thought his sister was the most beautiful woman in the universe. The view he shared with his mom and Evelyn had a much different effect on him, he became erect. Helen reeked of sex, from the tip of her head to bottom her tiny feet, and every luscious curve between. Jason had the 'first date' jitters. A beautiful girl causing a boy to become tongue-tied, regardless she was his sister. He never had a formal date with a girl where he went to her house to meet her, refusing to attend any social functions during his senior year. "The corsage." Evelyn noticed her words jarred Jason from staring at his sister "Yes," Jason spoke inaudible, walking to his sister and passing the sealed plastic covered box unopened to her. Jason was all thumbs trying to open the container holding the corsage. The laughing of his mom and Evelyn was upsetting, however the look Helen gave calmed him to the point he eventually removed the flower and placed it on her wrist, both with her guidance. On the road in his father's car, he began to relax. His mom said the larger car was more for Helen than him, and he had to admit he felt he was on a first date. "I was serious when I said you were beautiful," he said as they approached the school parking area. "Thank you, you look exceptional in the tux. Jason, thank you for doing this for me, it means a lot." Helen moved closer, raised and kissed him on the cheek. "You're sweet!" Jason didn't forget his manners. After parking the car, he rushed to the passenger's door and opened it, assisting her from the car. He stared at her a moment while she straightened her dress. She looked up and he couldn't help but lower his head to kiss her lightly on the lips. Their lips met and her body melted against his, and her tongue slipped into his mouth. They were kissing passionately when they heard the interrupting voice. "Save that until later, we're going to the lake after the dance." Jason looked up and he didn't recognize the couple although Helen smiled and waved to the passers-by. Eleanor was the only person he recognized and Helen introduced him to dozens of friends. He didn't think any was aware they were brother and sister. Helen was very popular by virtue of being a cheerleader. Many boys asked her to dance and she responded positive to most. Jason felt a stab of pride each time a boy would ask permission to dance with his date. Jason found himself sitting alone and the hand on his shoulder surprised him. Looking over his shoulder, Eleanor was smiling down at him. Accepting her hand, he followed her to the dance floor. Eleanor seemed small when compared to Helen, although her breasts felt much softer pressing against his stomach. They were chatting casually and he glanced up to see Helen glaring at Eleanor. He didn't understand the hard glare Eleanor was receiving, they were best of friends. Helen refused many dances when asked after that dance and he had one other opportunity to dance with Eleanor before the final dance. He tried to bring the subject of friendship to light, however Eleanor cut him short. Helen monopolized his time the last hour, never giving Jason and Eleanor another opportunity to socialize. Helen's sullen mood changed quickly when the dance ended and the crowd broke into small groups, each going to a different location. I was pleased when she indicated she wanted to eat and we joined a group going for hamburgers. It was hilarious, tuxedos and formals, massed around tables eating burgers and fries. We undeniably looked out of place in the fast food eatery. The small groups formed in the hamburger shop began drifting and soon we were five couples. The girls were in a bunch talking and laughing. One boy seemed to be eating the remnants of a burger found alone while another was stuffing his mouth with a bag of fries left unattended. Helen was in the group of girls and I noticed she kept looking up and staring at me. It seemed odd because none of the other girls were paying attention to their dates. I watched the group and I knew they were each members of the cheerleading squad. There appeared to be a conflict with one girl disagreeing with the others. She called her date to the group, they spoke a minute, and he stood pulling her aside. Whispering to her, she seemed thrilled and nodded. Rejoining the group and talking to the others, she was getting praises of a sort when her date pulled her from the group and they departed, the four remaining girls all smiles. Helen returned to the table where I sat waiting. She was smiling from a final comment one of the girls whispered to her as she approached. "What was that about?" I asked. "We're going to a party," she said taking my hand and pulling me to my feet. I saw the other couples were preparing to leave also, and I allowed Helen to lead me. "What kind of a party?" I asked. "You'll see soon enough, you will enjoy it. All the guys do." Helen walked me to the car and I balked a moment when she led me to my door. "Get in!" she said sharply. She smiled and said, "This is just the beginning. The game is called 'Scramble' because that's what it is. Everything is scrambled." With that, she closed my door, looked around the parking lot and walked to a car. I watched her walk across the lot and get into a car, at the same time the passenger door opened and one of the girls slid into the seat Helen rode in previously. "I'm Stephanie," she said closing the door. "Do you know where we're going?" "I don't even know what's going on," I replied. "What is this all about?" "It's a game, the adults have their version and we have ours. Follow that car," she said as the car Helen was in drove from the lot. I couldn't help but stare at Stephanie; she was a doll. She was almost as tall as I was and she had a full chest. I had trouble keeping my eyes on the car I was following and her bust. I could see she was giving me the once over also. She was studying me close I could see, and her question puzzled me. "Helen, are you serious about her?" She paused after the question and I looked at her quickly, I wasn't sure in what respect she was speaking. The doubt or puzzling face I displayed must have been a give-a-way because she followed with another question. "I mean you aren't engaged, going steady, or thinking about it?" she asked tilting her head waiting for my reply. "No, none of the above," I said and smiled. I knew she wanted to know for a reason and it became immediately apparent. "Good," she said as she moved close to me, placing her hand on my thigh a few centimeters from my prick head. "I don't want to invade a fellow cheerleader's property." I wasn't anyone's property. I think she could see the displeasure of her statement on my face, even though the lighting was subdued. "I didn't mean it like you took it," she said her tone apologetic. "I wanted to know if you were serious about one another, because I didn't want to come between a good thing." Her hand slipped up my leg and closed over my prick. "Do you understand what I mean?" she said as she began massaging my prick. I felt the blood rush to my face as I tried to speak using my normal voice. "I think I do now. How far does this game go?" I asked. "It's a game and anyone can stop at any time. It's a challenge to go as far as possible without calling a halt. You see some pretty wild things because no one wants to be the first to say no more." "Have you stopped a game? How about Helen, has she stopped one? I was interested in learning how game my sister was and Stephanie also. She was silent a moment before answering. "No," she said meekly, "I haven't stopped one." I turned to face her and she turned her head quickly. I was unable to see her face. I turned back to watch the car I was following and asked, "Helen?" "I haven't played when she was in the game. I don't think she has played the game before." "How many times have you played?" I asked. "Two." The car I was following turned into the back of a small shopping center, stopping in a darkened area. "Keep going and park on the far end," Stephanie said turning her back to me. I parked and turned to her. She was looking over her shoulder, a smile on her face. "What is going on?" I asked unsure of myself, especially the circumstances. "Unhook me," she said. "We have less than fifteen minutes. That gives Ashley time to get the room arranged and everything setup." My prick jumped and my hands went to the back of her formal. She turned and I could see her breasts in the dim light filtered into the car. She moved close and her lips found mine a moment before her hand found my prick. The kiss lasted almost three minutes and during that time, her hand was massaging my prick, bringing me near the point of no return. "Do you have a handkerchief?" I reached down to the console, pulled a handful of tissues from the box, and handed them to her. She opened my trousers, with my help, and pulled my prick free. Her fingers were soft as she curled them around my shaft and began slowly stroking, up and down. I lasted almost a minute before I groaned. "I'm coming!" She was quick and covered my prick head, working one hand up and down faster. She was making little mewing sounds as I filled the tissues with my fluids. She continued stroking until I became limber and her final act was delicately wiping my crown with the folded tissue. Tossing the tissues from the car, she waited for me to replace my prick inside my trousers before she pulled my hands to her breasts. "I'm sorry," she said meekly, "I wanted to do more however I lost my nerve." Removing my hands from her breasts, I pulled her close and kissed her. We were still kissing and I was enjoying her breasts when the car behind began flashing its lights. I sat up and together we hooked her gown, both laughing as I took one last opportunity at caressing a tit. "You won't tell about this, will you?" she said after we pulled on the street. "You're the first boy to ever play with my breasts. Oh, a couple have touched me, but you are the first to see them." "No, I don't kiss and tell," I said, "but why me?" "IT'S THE HOP!" she exclaimed excitedly. "Everyone does something crazy tonight. What did you plan to do?" She paused a moment and stared at me in the darkened car. "Wild, I mean?" she said pulling my arm around her shoulder and sliding my hand between her breasts. "I didn't think about it. I was a last minute date for Helen." "Yes, that's so sad about Jimmy. I hope he gets well soon. Helen is lucky you were visiting or else she wouldn't have had a date." I didn't know what Helen told them and I didn't elaborate. I dropped the subject. "The real fun comes when we get to Ashley's. She has a super game, and it is sure to embarrass you. Still, it is a lot of fun." I didn't know what to expect and I wanted to ask more about the game; however, the car I was following turned from the road into a long drive. I followed and stopped beside it when he parked. I saw Helen straightening her formal and adjusting her breasts in her gown. I looked at Stephanie and she was watching the couple in the car. She smiled and looked at me. My first instinct was to ask Helen what occurred when they were parked and then I thought better of it. As Stephanie said, it's the hop. Stephanie put her arm around my waist, pulling me close when we were standing beside the car. We saw the others pull in behind us and each boy waited a moment while the girl straightened her dress and hair. Pulling my head to her she whispered, "We weren't the only ones to have fun it appears," and lightly kissed me on the lips. Ashley, our host came from behind the house and invited us to join her. Entering the house from the rear, I was overcome with its size and décor. It was huge and we entered a large recreation room containing a large screen TV, a pool table, and two octagon tables. We sat on two sofas, two of the boys pulling up chairs. Ashley opened the box and there were four decks of cards inside, two were open and two remained sealed. "Everyone knows the rules, RIGHT!" She looked around and I saw Helen's face, realizing immediately she was unaware of the rules. Raising my hand, "I don't remember them," I said weakly. "They are simple. Just remember, '3M' means the 3rd male and '2F' is the second female; 'R3' simply means the third person. For the drinks tonight I have this bottle of wine," she pointed to the bottle of wine on the table before us, sitting beside two shot glasses. "Girls, we agreed earlier, we have used the first two decks and tonight we'll use the third, right?" She looked at each girl and waited for her to nod approval. Helen took a longer time to nod than the others did and she was prompted after a long pause. She nodded and Ashley said, "Let's get started. You guys remove your jackets and ties, they don't count." I was slow; the boys had their jackets and ties removed before I could stand. I saw how anxious they were and I assumed each had played the game before. The smile on their faces was comforting and I assumed it was a decent game to play in a mixed group. The game started and everyone got into the laughter mode. Feet were massaged, ears were pulled, knees were kissed, and everyone had at least one shot of wine. My turn came and I had to kiss the bottoms of the feet on '4R'. Everyone got a big laugh because it was a boy's foot. I saw the top card when I took my card, "DARE YOU CONTINUE" the card read. I never played the game before and was unaware of the meaning. I sat back after kissing the bottoms of the host boyfriend's feet, listening to the guffaws from everyone. I believe each of us, either kissed or had our feet kissed by another so it wasn't too much an ordeal. The game became interesting with the turn of a card. 'R2- CARESS BARE NIPPLES ONE MINUTE.' I know my jaw dropped when the card was read aloud. I looked at Helen and she was the same, her jaw was open. The boy had a smile on his face as he walked behind Helen; she was the second person from him. Looking at her a moment, he paused and slowly slid his hands into the top of her formal, his fingers and hands becoming active. There was stillness over the room and each person watched as he caressed her breasts. He caressed close to two minutes before someone spoke, "One minute the card said." He removed his hands from her dress and returned to his seat. The silence remained as Helen reached to the cards and removed the next card. 'L2F-REMOVE ALL GARMENTS BELOW THE WAIST THAT A DRESS/SKIRT HIDE'. Helen stood before the blonde girl, two red faces staring at one another. She knelt, slipped her hands under the formal, and began tugging. Eight sets of eyes studied her intently as she removed the panties and panty hose from the cheerleader. The only sound I heard was the sharp intake of a breath when Helen's hands touched bare skin. The game continued over an hour and everyone was naked except one boy. He retained one article of clothing, his shirt. I checked each boy before we stood and began dressing. Each had a smaller prick than I did. Helen didn't have the largest breasts however, as far as I was concerned, hers were the best looking. She had prominent nipples and they remained erect from the moment her breasts were displayed. Two girls had to expose their breasts and she was one of the two. She was the first girl to expose her breasts. The three others had to remove their dresses completely later in the game. I had to remove my trousers midway through the game, the first boy to expose himself. Someone made a suggestion we play with the fourth deck however the girls, in unison, shouted, "NO WAY!" The earlier silence found in the room was non-existent after everyone dressed. The laughter was contagious as the game was discussed, and embarrassing moments brought to light, causing more embarrassment. The highlight of my evening came when Stephanie had to sit on my lap two minutes while I massaged her breasts. It was much different than in the car earlier, I could see her clearly. When she sat back on her chair, I drew many remarks about my erect prick. Three minutes would have been too much and I would have shot my load over her bare stomach. Helen received a load of cum when she had to kiss one boy's prick for a minute. He shot his load and it struck between her breasts. I believe he was the most embarrassed during the game. All things recognized, he was at a disadvantage because he kissed the most tits, and had his prick kissed more than any male. It was understandable when he shot a load at her tits. Helen was silent as he drove them home. At one point, he thought she was sleeping. He opened her door when they reached home and she slipped out, molding her body against his. Lifting her head, she pressed her lips tightly against his when he looked down. They kissed long and the kiss was passionate, her tongue busy in his mouth. Taking his hand, when the kiss broke, she pulled lightly and asked, "Would you walk with me a while please?" "Yes," he whispered and followed her lead. He followed as she slowly led him behind their home and down the long path to the pool. Entering the gate, she led him to a lounger and turned. "Would you kiss me like you do your girl friends in college?" "How do you mean?" Jason questioned. "Treat me like you do your girlfriends. Jason, I had the best time tonight and I don't want it to end. If we go in the house, my night will be over and I am not ready for it to end. I want it to continue, forever if that were possible. I want things to happen, what I am not sure of; I just know I am not ready for my evening to end." "Your hop was a tremendous success and your hard work was apparent. You did an excellent job, as evidenced by the number of accolades you received from your classmates. I was very proud of you." "You didn't disapprove of us going to Ashley's house, did you?" I laughed, "No way, I had a remarkable time. I was embarrassed when Stephanie removed my trousers; however, I got over it remembering your breasts. The entire evening was a blast and I wouldn't have missed it for the world." Helen raised her face and pulled at Jason's head. Their lips met and tongues searched. It was a passionate kiss and not the kiss a sister would give a brother. Her hands began working on his belt and when she loosened it, the hook on his tuxedo took little effort. His trousers dropped to his knees and she stepped back. Her hands went to her back causing her breasts to strain against the formal. The dress opened and she lifted her arms letting it fall to her feet. She stood before him dressed in panties. Jason stared at her near-nakedness and began removing the remainder of his clothing. He was standing in his skivvies and she in panties as they each stepped forward. There was a chill in the air, however neither noticed as their lips met again. Jason's prick was hard and pressing against Helen's stomach. Placing her hand between their bodies, she began tugging his skivvies to reach his bare skin. Jason's hands were moving at the same time, pushing her panties from her hips. Kneeling, he pulled her panties to her feet, touching each foot to get her to lift it. Tossing the panties to the side, he kissed her just above her belly button, getting a chuckle from her lips. "That tickles," she said as she squirmed in his grip. Lowering his head, his tongue made one pass through her slit before she pulled him in the direction on a lounger. "Would you save that for later?" she asked. Jason pushed his skivvies past his knees, lifting a leg and removing them, watching her position herself on the lounger, a leg on either side. Carefully easing himself on her prone body, he kicked his skivvies free from his foot as he slowly lowered his body to hers. "I found mom's dildo this morning and used it to bust my cherry. I am no longer a virgin and you can take me as you please," she said as she took his prick and placed it in her opening. "This has been the best day of my life and I want to make it better. Would you fuck me first and then make love to me?" Jason looked deep into her eyes, and even in the night light he could see the sparkle as he plunged hard, just as she requested. The initial scream was the only sound she made for five minutes. He lasted as long as possible and felt his prick erupting, shooting his fluids deep into her pussy. Kissing the tears on her cheeks, he whispered, "I love you sis." They lay coupled for many minutes after he softened, their bodies finally beginning to feel the crisp morning air. "I'm getting cold," she said. "How about a midnight swim in the nude?" Jason laughed, "You are only four hours late, but let's go." They slowly untangled themselves from the lounger and slipped into the cool water. They swam two laps casually, side-by-side. Jason pulled her to the steps and turned, sitting on a step allowing his head to remain above water. Positioning her on his lap, they were just two heads jutting from the water. Beneath the water, four hands were active, two sharing time between a pussy and a pair of breasts, while another pair concentrated on a prick and a pair of balls. Helen eased her body over his semi erect prick and smiled as she felt it becoming hard. She would remember the feeling and with any luck, this wouldn't be the last time she would have the pleasure she was enjoying. Jason was good to his word; he was making love to her. She heard the moans she was making and it seemed to thrill him to a point his prick was entering her deeper and deeper. She couldn't remain calm and it was impossible for her to remain silent. She moaned and gasped for air three times before she felt his fluids pumping into her once again. His fluids warmed her body from head to toe as he shook. After a few minutes of cuddling one another, Jason lifted her and they walked to their clothing. Gathering it, they began walking toward the house, arms around each other's waist. Looking to her, Jason said, "We're not finished yet, I still have one thing to do," waving his tongue at her. "Yes and there is something I want to do," she said sucking on her finger. Jason looked up as he saw the first rays of the sun breaking over the roof. He felt as though he was given a new life, or at least his life had a new meaning. Seven days earlier, he came home and in that time, made love to his sister and her best friend. He had three months before returning to school and he was looking forward to the weeks ahead. His mom looked fine and... Amanda looked nice and... he was just starting... and after receiving pointers from his father... well... who knows. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2003-01-06 Last Modified: 2003-02-17 / 12:00:00 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------