Message-ID: <480eli$9704111050@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: Shelby Bush Subject: BOMBADIL: "Brenda - A Love Story" 7/9 Brenda - A Love Story [ M/f f/f ] by Tom Bombadil (c) Aug 1996 Chapter 7 of 9 Disclaimer: All the standard rules apply. If you are offended by explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is illegal to possess such materials at your location, if you are under-age by law in your location, or if somebody else thinks you might have too much fun reading it, stop right now and remove this text from your computer. This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions described by me coming straight out of my imagination. As a work of fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or actions described, nor does it relate to any type of real events in my life, or known to me in the lives of any of my friends or relatives. You've been warned. In this chapter - Lunch, a busy afternoon, voyeurs, a shower ********************************************************************** Richard opened the door and looked around the porch. Vicky was there, sitting curled up in Mary's lap in one chair, while Caitlin was stretched out in another chair. All three had been crying, that was obvious. "Lunch is ready, if anyone's interested." He got two nods and a subdued uh-huh for a reply. He returned to the kitchen, where Brenda was still wearing a frown. Lunch, consisting of fresh deli buns, corned beef, ham, salami, swiss and cheddar cheeses, and various drinks, was ready. "Come on, Brenda, quit pouting. I'll pick some up next time I'm shopping. I promise! I've never seen anyone put on such a display over a little thing." Richard couldn't help chuckling. "Don't laugh at me! It's not funny! I mean, how can you possibly survive without it? Isn't there a law somewhere that you gotta have ketchup in the fridge? If there isn't, I'll make one!" "I think you're being more than a little silly. Don't you think so too?" She grinned. "I guess. I just can't believe there's anyone that doesn't have ketchup. Whaddaya do when you eat hot dogs?" "I use relish and onion." "Eeew. Onion? I'm never gonna kiss you after you've had a hot dog." "Why don't you head home and get some? While you're there, invite your dad over for lunch. Your mom's already here, so he's probably feeling abandoned." "Okay!" She ran off Lunch was quiet, without much talking. Vicky, Caitlin and Mary were still feeling the after-effects of their morning chat. Richard, Brenda, and Will talked a bit about Richard's job, the classes he was still taking, Will's work, and a bit about Brenda's schoolwork. After lunch, Richard insisted everyone was to come back for dinner. He'd picked up some steaks, and they'd have a nice barbecue to finish off the weekend. It was agreed, barbecue at six, especially since they all needed to do some serious talking as well. Mary told everyone about Vicky's grounding, saying that if they needed to know why, they could ask Vicky. After lunch, Mary and Will went home (next door, such a long trip), Brenda stayed and helped Richard clean up, and Vicky and Caitlin seemingly disappeared. When they were done, Richard asked Brenda. "Any idea where our sisters have gotten to?" Brenda laughed. "Richard, think. They're new lovers. This is their, uh, second day together? Last one for two weeks. Where would you be, down at the supermarket?" "Ouch! You got me on that one. Just remember, I'm not as young as you. It'll take me some time to get used to this. A few days ago I still thought you three were sweet innocent little kids. Now I know better. You're all horny little she-devils in disguise!" "Right. And don't you forget it! Now then, we've got oodles of time before supper, and I'm not gonna waste it either! Besides, you still owe me a nice shower. Come on, and don't you dare make a fuss!" When they got to the top of the stairs, they could both hear the moans and whimpers coming from Caitlin's room, at the end of the hall. "It looks like our sisters have a head start on us. Wanna go peek?" "Brenda!" "Spoilsport." Brenda followed Richard to his bedroom, then turned and ran down the hall. Richard turned when he heard her footsteps. "Brenda! No!" he said in a loud whisper. She ignored him and opened the door to Caitlin's room. "Okay you two. Remember, it's mine and Richard's turn for a shower. You get the leftovers." It was an interesting view. Caitlin was spread-eagled on the bed, hands grabbing at the top corners, knees bent, with thighs wide open. Her eyes were open, but glazed over and unfocused. Vicky's face was buried deep in her crotch, moving up and down very quickly. Caitlin didn't notice Brenda, but Vicky looked up at her sister, her face wet, glistening with Bec's juices. She smiled and nodded. Turning back toward Richard, she shut the door. The noises in the room, silenced for a few seconds, started up again. "See, they hardly noticed." "That's supposed to be something private! No spectators. Now promise me you won't do it again." "Nope, can't promise that." "Brenda, please!" "All right. How about this then. I promise if either of them tells me to get out and stay out, I will. I won't do it again. And you can tell them both about my promise. Will that do?" "That's not the same thing. I don't like the idea of you just peeking in on them whenever you feel like it. Besides, it might give them ideas. What if one of them decided to look in on us when we're ... uh ... doing ... whatever." Brenda smiled, very seductively at Richard. "That might be fun. I've given you my promise, and that's as good as it gets. It works both ways. If they tell me to stay out of their room, then they have to stay out of our room. Okay?" "I guess." "Now, you just stand there and don't move a muscle!" Richard watched as she turned up the heat (again?) and walked back toward him, wiggling her hips. She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a hug. When he went to put his arms around her, she hissed at him "Don't you dare move until I tell you to!" He dropped his arms back by his sides. She began by slowly sliding down his front. When her head reached his crotch, she nuzzled him with her face, outlining his hardening cock with her nose and her chin. Undoing his shoes, she tugged up on one leg. "Lift." He obediently lifted that leg, putting one hand on her head for balance. When she'd stripped off his shoe and sock, she had him lift the other leg, repeating the performance. For a few minutes, she caressed his feet, playing with each toe, massaging his ankles, and running her hands partway up his calves. Sliding back up his body, she paused for a moment to nuzzle his now fully-hardened member. Reaching up over her head, she undid his belt. Standing up straight, she slowly pulled his shirt up and out from his pants. Undoing the bottom couple of buttons, she slipped her arms inside his shirt and ran her hands around his lower stomach, sides, and back. Pulling her arms out, she undid the next button, sliding her arms back inside for more caresses, only slightly higher than the time before. Richard's breathing was getting heavy. Brenda's caresses felt like feather touches on his skin, so light and so cool, but where she touched, his skin burned. He could feel that heat burning inward, centering on his groin, building up pressure oh so slowly. The bulge in the front of his pants was getting bigger and starting to get uncomfortable. She took an agonizingly long time to remove his shirt, finally sliding it down his arms and off his wrists. She paused to suck every fingertip on each of his hands. Reaching up, she teased and tickled his nipples, stopping to nibble and lick one of them. Electric shocks were running from his nipples to his groin, each time she licked or pinched one. He still had his pants and shorts on, but he felt like he was close to climaxing. He moaned. "God, you're making me hot! Much more, and I'll be cumming in my pants!" "Don't you dare. I've got something else in mind for that." To Richard's relief, she did stop playing with his nipples. Walking around behind him, she started stroking and touching his back, using the tips of her fingers, trying to memorize every bump, every groove, every muscle and bone there, seeing where he was sensitive. He tried very hard to control himself, especially when she found the ticklish spots. Once she was satisfied with his back, she moved around to the front. Lowering herself down, she once again nuzzled his groin, massaging his aching, hardened cock. Richard groaned. She was definitely getting to him. Undoing his pants and pulling down the zipper, she slid her thumbs under his belt, one on either side, and reached around behind him, loosening his pants on the way. Reaching as far around him as she could, she held him in a tight hug, cheek resting against his stomach, just above his crotch. Knees bending, she began to tug and pull his pants down, not releasing her hug, head still pressed against him. As his pants went down, so did she. Over top of his cock, past his balls, down his thighs to his knees, until she was sitting on the floor. Pulling on one leg, she said "Up." Still being obedient, he lifted one leg, then the other. His pants joined his shirt, shoes and socks in a pile. Seated on the floor, Brenda looked up at Richard. All he could see were her big, green, lust-filled eyes looking back at him. His cock felt huge and swollen, ready to burst, and neither one of them were undressed yet! He felt a tug on his shorts. Still staring into his eyes, Brenda had her hands fastened to the leg bands of his jockeys, one on either side, and was pulling them down. They went down easily until the front got hung up on his cock. It was so hard, it wouldn't pop out of the top. He moved his hand to try and release his prick, but stopped when she whispered "Don't move." She got up onto her knees, so her head was right at his crotch. Pulling out the waistband of his shorts with one hand, she reached in to grab his cock with the other. As soon as her hand touched it, he jumped, and his whole body shivered for a second. The room was hot and he was perspiring freely, but her touch still felt cool. She lifted his member out of his shorts and licked the tip with a slight flick of her tongue. "GOD! Brenda, do that again and I'll be coming in your face. I'm that close." Smiling, she walked behind him again and pulled his shorts to his ankles. "Step out." He did. Picking up his shorts in one hand, she slid her other hand up the inside of his leg, from the ankle, up his calf, past his knee, up the inner thigh, and then reached through to cup his balls in her palm. He was shivering and sweating as her hand got higher and higher. When she touched his thigh, he jumped again. When he realized where her hand was going, he tried to push himself up, getting on tiptoe to try and get away from her hand. When she touched his balls, he jumped again, letting out a strangled gasp. As she fondled his balls, he slowly sank back down onto his feet, knees spreading slightly, moaning. "No more. Please! I'll explode if you don't stop! Brenda, please!" With a sigh, she released him, but her hand caressed his crotch, from under his balls, all the way to the top of his ass crack, before breaking contact. That brought more moans. Richard's breathing was erratic. He couldn't remember the last time he was so worked up. His balls were hard and starting to ache, and his insides felt like they were on fire. "Okay, now it's my turn. Step back and face the bed. Don't move, and don't say anything, unless you can't help cumming." Richard was now about six feet from the bed, with a clear view of what Brenda was about to do. She stood just in front of him, facing him. Putting her hands up behind her head, she stretched, long and liquid as a cat, arching her back, twisting one leg then the other, arms moving up and out, then down to her sides, and ended by hugging herself, squeezing in each thigh alternately. "Remember, no talking, no touching." Slowly, lazily, she began unbuttoning her blouse. A single button at a time. His eyes watched carefully. His cock jerked every time one came undone. After the last button was loose, she pulled her blouse open, at the same time turning her back to him. He only caught a glimpse of her bra-covered mounds. To Richard, it looked like she caressed her blouse off each shoulder. It slid down her arms, and she caught it in her hands behind her back. Using one hand, keeping her back to Richard, she daintily held out her arm and dropped the blouse on top of the growing pile of clothes. Next came her bra. Unclasping it, she shrugged it off her shoulders, catching it on her breasts. It was also carefully dropped onto the pile. Using both hands, she massaged and kneaded her breasts, playing with the nipples with her thumbs. "Ahhhh. Ooooo, that feels good." Without noticing it, her thighs clenched. "I wish it were your hands and tongue doing this right now." Her hands slid down from her breasts, down her stomach, and over her groin to her thighs. Oooing, she let them slid around to the back of her legs, then up under her skirt to her panty-covered bottom. He watched her hands massaging her hips and ass, showing off, hips rotating slowly in time to the movement of her hands. Richard groaned and slitted his eyes, hardly able to stand it as he watched her thumbs hook the elastic of her panties and pull them down off her ass. She continued her slow grind and massage, seemingly oblivious to the moans coming from behind her. Sighing, she stopped the massage. She dropped her panties to her ankles and kicked them towards the clothes pile, followed quickly by her dress. After another stretch, and some more groans from Richard, she leaned over, bent at the waist, to undo her shoes. He was having trouble breathing properly. Bent over like that, he could see everything clearly, her ass, her puckered little nether hole, her pussy, all the little beads of dew around the lips, crack glistening, red and moist, her breasts bobbing up and down, trying to hide behind her knees, and her little brown nipples, hard and puckered, occasionally grazing a leg. Kicking her shoes off towards a corner, she stood up and stretched again. Richard let out a whimper. Lazily, keeping her legs straight and her feet on the floor, Brenda oozed out onto the bed. Resting her head on her forearms, she spread her legs, arched her back, and began a slow grind of her hips. "So, do you like the view?" It took all his self-control to stop himself from grabbing her hips and jamming his cock as far down into her cunt as it would go. His balls were aching, his cock ready to explode, his insides knotted with lust and desire, and she was waving that delicious ass and cunt around in front of him in such an inviting manner he almost couldn't help himself. "Yes" was all he could force out. "You do have a lot of self control. You've been very patient, now it's time for your reward." She pulled a pillow down a few feet from the top of the bed. Patting it, she said "lay down here." He did, with his feet hanging over the end of the bed. He was still watching her. "Let's see if I'm ready yet." She moistened one finger by licking and sucking on it. Watching Richard, she moved that finger down in front of her body until she reached her pussy. Using the other hand to spread her lips apart, she slid the finger in deep. Her eyes snapped shut, her head jerked back, knees turned in, thighs locked together, and she gasped. Leaving her finger in place without moving it, she took several long, shuddering breaths. When her voice came back, she said "Steaming hot, soaking wet, very sensitive. I think I'm ready." "Okay, spread your legs a bit. Arms straight out to the sides. Keep them there. Remember, don't move, don't touch." Richard complied. Brenda climbed up on the bed, then straddled his chest, facing his crotch. "Remember, no touching no moving." She leaned over until she was resting on her knees and elbows. Her cunt was only inches from Richard's face, lips engorged, glowing pink and shiny, open and letting him see everything. Her tiny clit was swollen and red-looking, her inner lips spread slightly. He could see inside her, and he watched her vaginal muscles rhythmically contract and open. He couldn't help himself. He blew on her pussy, very lightly. Her thighs clenched and she whimpered. "Richard, don't, or I'll cum. And if I cum first, I won't let you cum. So stop it." "Okay. Just remember, I'm almost there. It won't take much for me to explode now." Brenda licked the head of his cock, moistening it. His entire body jumped at the contact. She sucked as much of his cock as would fit into her mouth, then began a slow pumping action, bobbing her head up and down. Richard whimpered, it felt so good. He got that familiar feeling inside, knowing it would only be seconds before he came. "God, I'm close." It built quickly, with that steady suction on his cock, and the sight and smell of her pussy in his face driving him up fast. Suddenly, with little warning, he was there. "Oh god. I'm there. I'm gonna cum. God, yes! AAAAUUGGGGGGG!!!!" Richard screamed, emptying his lungs. Sucking in more air, all he could do was sob and gasp. Just when he was about to squirt, when he thought she'd pull off and watch him cum, she swallowed him, right to the balls. He couldn't stop it, he couldn't pull back. He lost control. His hips started jerking up and down, pumping his cock in and out of her throat, pushing deep for every pulse, each squirt of juice. She kept her mouth and throat open, swallowing repeatedly, taking in everything, milking his cock of every drop. He was still pumping deep in her throat when Brenda heard the door open. Two worried-looking faces peered in, Vicky and Caitlin, both naked. Brenda lifted the corners of her lips in a bit of a smile, pulled back a bit so she could breath again, and winked at them. She kept his cock in her mouth, sucking hard, head bobbing up and down. When they opened the door, the first thing that hit them was a wave of damp heat. Peering around the door, they saw Richard spread-eagled on the bed, hips thrusting, his entire body writhing with the sensations. Brenda was sprawled face-down on top of him with his cock buried in her throat, pumping in and out like crazy. Both were dripping with sweat, and Brenda's stockings were soaked through in places. It was a scene of utter depravity. They backed out and shut the door, realizing that nobody was actually dying. Looking at each other for a few seconds, they both smiled and ran for Caitlin's bedroom. Brenda waited for Richard to recover somewhat, still nursing on his cock. His hips finally slowed, then stopped, his body quit shaking, and his breathing became more even, changing to deep regular breaths rather than pants and gasps. She knew he was back when she heard him moan "Oh God". Her turn. Sliding backwards, she jammed her twat against his face, covering his mouth and chin. "Do me! Eat me! Lick my pussy! Don't stop until I say so!" She started to grind her hips, sliding her pussy around on his face. She was hot, too, and needed to get off badly, wanting his attentions, unable to wait for him to fully recover. Richard wasn't quite back into the real world. He heard Brenda, but what she said hadn't registered. He did understand that the crotch being mashed into his face needed some attention. Richard stuck out his tongue and licked, starting from her mound, and continuing all the way back to her puckered rear hole. Brenda shivered, talking fast and high. "Oh! Oh! Yessssss! Do it! Make me cum! Pleeeeeaaaaase!" On the third lick, her body bucked, tensing all over. He could feel her muscles contracting in waves. The next lick pushed her over. She grabbed his hips, burying her face in his stomach, and screamed. He kept licking her right through her orgasm, slowing as she came down. Her voice was high, squeaky and faint, but could still be heard. "Oh! Oh my! Oh! Oh yes. Don't you dare stop!" He grinned when he heard that. He was back in control of himself. If she wanted to get off big time, he'd do his part. Paying much more attention, he picked up the pace again. Still licking in long strokes, he started making little detours, around her clit, up and over her pussy lips, then dipping into her hole for a taste of her secretions. She was sopping wet, and he lapped up everything his tongue could reach. Pausing for a second, he darted his tongue in and out of her hole really fast, getting another gasp from her, then sucked her pussy lips into his mouth. Sticking his tongue out between them, he flicked at her clit with its tip. When he felt her gasping for air, he moistened one finger and slid it into her twat to the second knuckle. He felt her vagina spasm and grab his finger, then slowly relax. She was breathing hard. He began to finger fuck her, setting up a fast, hard pace, smacking her ass lightly with his palm each time his finger went in. Letting her pussy lips slide out of his mouth, he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked gently, licking at it's tip. Still only a tiny nub, it didn't come out far. He kept this up, alternating sucking her clit with running his tongue around it and up and down her slot. When she came again, sobbing and crying into his stomach, he never slowed down. He kept at it, continuing to slide his finger in and out even when her twat tried to grab it and pull it inside. Richard didn't know how long she could keep that up. Hell, he didn't know how long HE could keep it up. His tongue was starting to get tired and his arm was a little sore. But he wasn't about to stop. Despite his recent mind-numbing orgasm, he was getting hard again. "Ooooo yes please again! Make me come again! Please! Yes! I'm gonna.. I'm gonna .. I'm cumming! Aaiiiiii!" Richard gasped in surprise. She'd seen his erection somehow, and stuffed it into her mouth. Pushing her front up with her hands, leaving her pussy attached to his face, she began to bob her head up and down on his prick. Sucking hard, she was determined to get every last squirt out of him before she collapsed, no matter how often he made her come. She couldn't deep-throat him from that angle, but that didn't matter right then. Feeling that, he sensed what she was trying to do. Having just emptied his balls, he knew he could outlast her easily. His pace slowed, bringing her to the edge but not letting her go over. He'd give her a few more orgasms before he was ready, but spaced out, giving her some time to recover in between. That was a learning experience for him too. He was learning how she reacted, where she was most sensitive, and the signals she gave off just before cumming and as she was cumming. He wanted to push her over the edge at the same time he was ready to blow. During that time, the door opened again, just a little. Two sets of eyes peered in. Richard never noticed. Brenda noticed, but didn't care. She came twice more before Richard felt he couldn't hold out any longer. The first time, she slipped over before he realized what was happening. The second time, he did it on purpose, to see how much it would take to drive her over. Not much, at that point. Feeling his insides ready to pop again, he pushed Brenda right to the edge, his tired tongue and lips savaging her raw and swollen clit, his arm leaden and painful, but still pumping fast. Her clit was sore, her pussy was sore, her arms hurt, her neck ached, her lips felt chapped, but she knew she needed one more big one, and sensed he was getting close too. He felt himself letting loose, so he sucked her clit into his mouth and ran his tongue all over it, rubbing it hard, pushing her into a final mind-numbing orgasm. It shot through her, locking up her body, all except for her head, which was still bobbing up and down on his cock. She screamed onto his prick when her release hit, washing over her body, wracking her with spasms. She stopped screaming and started swallowing when he filled her mouth with his cream. She kept cumming, bobbing her head, sucking the juice out of him and swallowing it all. Finally, after she had vacuumed out every drop of liquid, she collapsed, pulling her sore little pussy away from his face, still shuddering and moaning, her orgasm just ending. Neither one heard the door shut, or the feet run down the hallway. Vicky and Caitlin had been watching their siblings for a while, playing in each other's pussy's. Both had climaxed once while watching the other two, and both were close to another. When the show was over, Caitlin closed the door as quietly as she could, and both ran back to her bedroom. Vicky left their door open a little (on purpose). They climbed back onto the bed, into a sixty-nine position, and began to ravage one another. Watching one's brother and the other's sister go at it for that long and at that intensity had really fired up those girls. Dinner was only a couple of hours away. To them, it hardly felt like enough time to finish what they had started. Brenda and Richard never moved for about half an hour, slowly recovering, getting their breath back, letting some life flow into tired muscles. Both were still sweating profusely from the heat in the room, but neither had the strength to get up. Finally, Brenda opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Richard's crotch, his cock limp and lifeless, with a couple of drops of cum on his belly. She licked one up. "Yech." Richard groaned. "What?" "Oh, nothin'. It just doesn't taste the same." After a couple of minutes. "What doesn't taste the same?" Another pause. "Your semen." A shorter pause. "It doesn't? From when?" Just a deep breath. "From when we just finished, and you came in my mouth." Again a deep breath. "What's different?" Several deep breaths. "Almost every time I tasted it, it tasted pretty icky, sort-of sour and a bit bitter. Not too good. Just now, I tasted a leftover drip from your last cum and it tasted pretty bad too." "But, last time you came in my mouth, when I was cumming and all worked up, it tasted wonderful, perfect. It's kinda hard to explain. I knew you were squirting in my mouth, but I didn't care. It was delicious. I couldn't get enough. I kept sucking 'til there wasn't any more, but I wanted more. Weird, huh?" "I'll believe you. I guess when you're hot and bothered, and really want it, you don't notice the taste. Anyway, I think we should get mobile. I don't know about you, but just lying here sweating is draining me. A nice long shower would do wonders. You interested?" "You go ahead. I'll be down soon. Leave the door unlocked and I'll come in." "Okay." Richard put on his robe and went out into the hallway. Noticing Caitlin's door was open, he went over and peeked in. Caitlin and Vicky were both resting up, in between bouts, eyes closed, breathing deeply and steadily. Vicky was lying on her back, head on Caitlin's arm, arms and legs splayed. Caitlin was on her side, lying partly over top of Vicky, shielding her from view. One leg was draped over Vicky's thigh, lying between her legs. One arm was pillowing Vicky's head, the other was caught between them, fondling one of Vicky's breasts. Richard had an excellent south/back view of his naked sister (this wasn't nude, this was nekkid) from just to the left of the foot of her bed. She had a perfect ass and a very nice looking pussy, without much hair to get in the way. His balls started twitching, even though he would have sworn he couldn't cum again for a week. After taking a good long look, he pulled himself away from the door with an effort and headed downstairs for a shower. He never noticed Brenda watching him through their partly open doorway. When Richard went downstairs, Brenda got busy. She was walking slowly and a bit awkwardly. Her pussy was sore, her clit was swollen, tender, and a bit painful, and every muscle in her body seemed tired and limp. She felt wonderful. She turned down the heat and opened the window to air out the room. The top covers of the bed were pulled off and left in a pile on the floor. They'd been soaked through with sweat and were damp. Walking into the bathroom, still quite naked, she grabbed a towel and started wiping the sweat off her body. From the bathroom she walked straight into Caitlin's room and plopped her bottom on the bed. Both girls rolled over and looked at her, Caitlin too tired to be shy or bashful, Vicky unconcerned. Brenda still blushed a little when Caitlin ran her eyes all over her body. "Well? Did you two enjoy the show? You watched us long enough." Caitlin blushed. "God, I can't believe I let Vicky talk me into doing that! It's sinful, it's immoral, it's totally wrong, hell, it's even impolite!" "Did it get you hot?" "Did it ever! I'm getting creamy again just thinking about it! Ahhh, yesss!!!" Caitlin closed her eyes, lowered her head to the bed, and raised one leg. Somehow, Vicky had managed to get her hand between Caitlin's legs and was pumping a finger in and out of her pussy. "Ooooh, yes I know you're watching we shouldn't be doing this but it feels so good I can't stop. Please Vicky, no more right now. Please. I need some rest first." Vicky pulled her hand away, and Caitlin melted back down onto the bed. "I know I like to watch and Vicky likes to watch. It sure looks like you got hot watching too, Caitlin. I'd take bets on Richard liking to watch, since he took a real long look in here a minute ago." Caitlin's hand automatically started pulling up the sheets to try and cover herself. Brenda's hand stopped her. "Relax. He's already seen everything you've got." "But he's not supposed to see me. He's my brother!" Vicky cut in. "And she's my sister. That didn't stop us from watchin', did it? And it got you really hot." "God, yes." "Well, be careful. He got a bit strange when I peeked in on you two a while ago." "When was that?" from Caitlin "When I said it's our turn for the shower. I guess you were kinda busy at the time, and, well, never noticed." "You did?" "Yes she did. I was here. I heard her." "Yep. I did. So be careful if you're peeking. Richard might freak. I gotta go, Richard's started the shower. I'm not gonna miss out again!" "Brenda, what the hell did you do to my brother, anyway. He sounded like he was dying!" "Well, it's like this. I got him really, really worked up, and then when he was ready, I surprised him. That's all. I think he liked it." "If you're gonna surprise him like that again, warn us first, okay?" "Anytime I got him alone, I might surprise him. You're warned. I gotta run now! Bye!" Brenda left the door open a crack on her way out. Vicky wouldn't let Caitlin up to close it, either. ********************************************************************** Richard spent some time downstairs, puttering around, waiting for Brenda. He grabbed several fresh towels (need to do laundry), a fresh bar of soap (need more too) and checked the hair supplies (would soon need more shampoo and conditioner). Finally, tired of waiting, he started the shower and stepped in. The hot water felt really good on his tired body, steaming away the sweat, massaging his skin, warming his overworked muscles. He was still standing there, leaning against the wall, letting the water wash over him, when Brenda slipped in. Moving under the spray, she wet down her hair and rinsed her face and neck. That done, she leaned back against Richard, positioning herself so his cock ran down the crack of her bottom. It felt right. Putting his arms around her, he gave her a hug, leaving his arms crossed on her stomach. She pulled his hands up and placed them on her breasts. They automatically started to squeeze and fondle, playing with her nipples. Brenda rubbed her ass up and down his cock a couple of times. "God, Brenda, don't you ever get enough?" "I've had plenty. This just feels soooo good. My titties feel lonely 'cause you didn't play with them much today. Just keep doing it." Her bottom started sliding up and down the length of his cock again. A little while later it took notice of what was happening, and Richard started to get hard. "Enough, you little minx. We'd better finish showering or we'll be out of hot water again." She moaned her displeasure at him as he pushed her up straight. They did everything to each other. Washed each other's hair (Richard had to sit down for Vicky to reach properly), soaped each other up, rinsed each other off, then towelled each other dry. Vicky wrapped herself in one of the smaller towels. It covered her from her nipples to just below the crotch, and barely reached all the way around. She tucked it in below her left arm. That left a shifting slit up her left side from her hip to her breast. She also wrapped Richard up in a towel, saying his robe was too smelly and sweaty to put back on. In the kitchen, she grabbed herself a glass of juice and sat down. The towel almost fell open, of course. The front sat puddled in her lap, barely concealing her pubescent snatch, while the back of the towel fell against the chair, revealing a broad expanse of skin from her thigh right up to just below her breast. "Y'know, you're a bigger tease than either of our sisters." She grabbed him by the towel and pulled. Rather than risk losing it, he let her pull him in. "C'mere. Kiss me." He did. Half way through he jumped and yelped, but Brenda wouldn't let go of their kiss. She had grabbed his balls and started fondling them. Finally getting away from her clutches, he looked at her with a lecherous grin on his face. "You just don't give up, do you?" "Nope. And the sooner you learn that, the happier we'll be. Now go change. I'll be up in a while." ********************************************************************** << End of chapter 7>> Next chapter - More peeking, the pact, a quiet talk, a nightmare, a noisy dinner and a long talk. (So, are Vicky and Brenda gonna corrupt Caitlin and Richard? Is Richard ever going to pop a cherry? Well, maybe...but whose?) -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /