Message-ID: <524eli$9704141510@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there 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: Subject: BOMBADIL: "Brenda - A Love Story" 3/9 From: S THOMAS BUSH Brenda - A Love Story [ M/f f/f ] by Tom Bombadil (c) Aug 1996 Chapter 3 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 - A sister's surprise, spies, a crisis ********************************************************************** < The first thing that happened on Saturday was that my sister arrived. This didn't go unnoticed. I managed to get her to talk about the real reason she'd come out so early. It was nothing like what I'd imagined... > ********************************************************************** Somehow I managed to crawl out of bed around ten. It had been a long and rather sleepless night, with dreams of Brenda haunting me during the wee hours of the morning. I'd gotten her up around midnight and sent her home, with a great deal of protesting from her, and not much real conviction on my part. I wasn't used to sending my bedmates home to mama. Since the doorbell was what woke me, I wrapped up in a robe and went downstairs to answer it. There was my baby sister Caitlin. It was right about then that I remembered she was supposed to be here today. I hadn't seen her in three years, and she'd changed. Boy, had she changed! The last time I saw her, she was fourteen and just beginning to blossom, tall and gangly, knock-kneed, uncoordinated and tripping over everything. I knew then that she'd be a real beauty, because she'd inherited the best genes from both our mother and father. Now, at seventeen, she'd grown from a promise to her full inheritance. I could still recognize her as my sister, but could also see her as an absolute beauty. Let's see, from the top. Her hair was dark, almost black, long and lustrous, currently pinned back into a ponytail. Her complexion was fair and lightly tanned, with natural highlights around her cheeks. Her lips were a light red, her eyes dark brown, large and liquid. She'd inherited some of our father's height and build, standing 5'7" in her bare feet, with a long, lean frame, and some of mother's assets, with generous ('C' cup) breasts, a narrow waist, curvy hips, a tightly packed and wonderfully bouncy backside, and long, slender legs. I learned later that she kept her figure with lots of swimming and aerobics. She was wearing a silk halter top, tied off just below her breasts (no bra), and long, tight jeans. She smiled, and did a slow pirouette. "Finished gawking yet, Rich? Are you going to invite me in, or stare at me all day?" I closed my mouth, blinked a few times, took a deep breath, and croaked. After clearing my throat, I invited her in. I also dragged in her three suitcases, her trunk, and her duffel bag. She was travelling light. After we exchanged greetings and hugs, I got us a couple of sodas and we sat on the couch to talk. "Well?" I asked, staring pointedly at her. This had always worked before, since she could never match my gaze if she was holding a secret. Eventually she would just blurt it out. It worked this time, too. "You didn't buy that story, did you?" I never even bothered to answer. She was squirming around, looking everywhere but at me. I just waited. She eventually sighed, and stared at the floor. "I guess if I can't tell you, then I can't tell anybody. Will you promise to keep this a secret?" "Sis, I promise that whatever you tell me will remain a secret to everyone living in this house." I had to throw that in, because somehow I knew Brenda would worm all my secrets from me, eventually. I considered her part of 'my' house now. Something I hadn't considered, up until then, was how in hell I was going to explain Brenda to my sister. I somehow doubted I could keep her a secret. "Okay. You remember Gary Porter? He lived over on Dove street." "Yeah, sort of. Wasn't he the tall skinny guy with the thick glasses?" "That's him. You'd never recognize him now. He wears contacts, and he's on the football and rugby teams. He's filled out a lot. We were going steady for a while, then he made a big stink about me not giving him head on one date, and we broke up." She said that so matter-of-factly, without even blushing, that I blushed. My baby sis talking about sex like this? She had changed. I continued my stare. She was far from finished, I could tell. "Do you really need to know the story, Richard? It's really quite personal and rather embarrassing." More embarrassing than talking about not giving head to her ex-boyfriend? Now we were getting to the heart of the matter, in more ways than one. I nodded. She sighed, and took a drink. "You remembered Gary. Do you remember his little sister, Angelique?" I shrugged. It's been quite a while, and anyone much younger than my sister would have been ignored by me. "Well, she's fourteen now, and she's the reason I'm out here now. You see, while I was dating Gary, I also got to know his family, including his sister Angie. She was ... well, I uh ... somehow we ... Oh hell, I don't even know how to say it right. I kept going out with Gary only because it let me get close to her. I don't know how it happened, it just did. It's never happened to me before!" Talking about sex with a boy wasn't embarrassing. Talking about something between her and a girl was. This had to be something special. "You mean, you, and Angelique, a fourteen year old girl, got sort of intimate?" "Richard, we didn't get sort of intimate." She sighed a bit, staring at the floor, then continued. "We were full-blown lovers. For three months." She turned and stared at me, finally blushing. "There. It's out. You know." "So, how come you're here?" "After Gary and I broke up, it was a lot harder for Angie and I to find the time and privacy we needed. One night her father caught us, bare-ass naked in bed and making out. He went ballistic. He threatened to call in the police, our parents, the church, the school, social workers, everybody. He wanted me put away for life for 'ruining' his daughter. I guess his wife was a little more tolerant, or maybe a little more afraid of the stink it would cause. She and Angie talked him into keeping things quiet, for their sakes, not mine, as long as I left town. That's why I'm here early." It was some shock, finding out that my sister had fallen for another girl. And a younger one, at that. I thought about it for a while. "Well? Aren't you going to yell at me too? Don't you think I'm a wicked and sinful girl, just like them? Say something!" "Sis, if you want to fall for another girl, who am I to say you're wrong. It's your choice to make, not mine. I'm certainly not going to yell or scream or anything like that. Besides, regardless of who you share your bed with, you'll always be my baby sis." She stared at me for a second, with her mouth hanging open, then jumped into my lap and gave me a big hug and a rather un-sisterly kiss on the lips. I hugged back, and my cock began to stir. Sister or not, this was a beautiful and well-built lady squirming around on top of me, and that kiss was rather suggestive. I hoped it was just an accident. The last thing I needed right now was more complications in my life. "Really?" "Yes, really. What, did you think I'd disown you or something? You know me better than that." "Thanks Rich. I needed to hear that. You're such a wonderful brother! I'm glad you don't think I'm really weird and perverted. It's been hard enough on me as it is." "Sis, you're here with me now. You know I've always been there for you, and I always will be. Who else knows?" "You, me, Angie, and her mother and father." "Our folks don't know? Gary?" "Nope. Nobody else. I guess that's why it's been so hard. I couldn't even talk to mother. It's been ... a strain." She was on the edge of tears, I could hear it in her voice and see it in the tension on her face. That was something we both wanted to avoid right now. Let her cry later, when she was more comfortable. "Yeah," I chuckled. "My poor poor overstressed sis. So many troubles, so much heartache, nobody loves you. Nobody in the world hurts like you do, nobody else ever ..." "Stop that! You're teasing! Don't!" "At least you still have a sense of humor! Come on, I'll show you around the place and let you get settled in. You even get your own bedroom, with no sharing!" I knew that would get to her. Caitlin and Suzanna shared a bedroom up until I moved out permanently, five years ago. "A room all my own! Why, how generous! I was expecting to have to share a room with you when I got here. Thank you." Well, turnabout is fair play. She REALLY got me with that comment. I was hard as a rock, and knew she could feel it underneath her. After all, she was straddling my lap. She kissed me again, on the lips. I resolutely kept my mouth shut. Gorgeous babe or not, this was my sister, and I was now spoken for. Spoken for. That was going to take some getting used to. "C'mon, let's go have a look at this place. First, I want to see *my* room. Besides, I think you're getting a little too excited." She wiggled her bottom a bit, getting me even more excited. Standing and grabbing my hand, she dragged me up the stairs. It wasn't until later I found out that there were two pairs of eyes watching us, through the french doors, ever since my sister arrived. I gave Caitlin the royal tour. She liked her room, especially the queen sized bed and walk-in closet, but hated the curtains. Besides being ugly, they closed off that huge, deep-set window seat. It was, according to her, just right for curling up in and reading. Not my style, but okay. She also loved my back porch with it's unimpeded view out over the pacific ocean, and the fact that there was a real beach only a few minutes walk away. Afterwards, I told her to make herself at home because I needed to have a shower and shave and stuff. I'd cook lunch later. ********************************************************************** < In order to give you the full story, I'm going to have to shift perspectives a bit. It's the only way I can think of to let you know what happened over at Brenda's that day. Especially about Vicky. Since a lot of the important stuff happened to other people, I'll act like a fly on the wall, filling you in on the important bits. > < I think I'll keep my nose out of her from now on. You should just be reading the story, not my idiot interjections. Sooo... > ********************************************************************** "Mom, what am I going to wear!" yelled Brenda from upstairs in her bedroom. Mary, her mother, walking over to the bottom of the stairs, answered back "Why not wear your red blouse and skirt? You know, the one we got for you last fall? As far as I know it should still fit you, after all you're not developing THAT fast!" "Aw, not that one, it makes me look like a ten year-old!" Coming from someone who's only just turned 13, that sounded a little silly. "All right dear, I give up." said her mother. "You've gone through everything else in your wardrobe. You can wear the blue blouse and skirt. I don't know what all the fuss is about though, after all, Richard's been over for dinner lots of times, and you've never made a fuss like this before. You'd think it was a special occasion or something." She laughed a bit under her breath. "Thanks Mom! When's Richard gonna be here?" "I haven't checked with him yet - I've been too busy helping you and getting everything else ready. Besides, you kept me up 'til 2 AM with all your chatter last night! I thought I deserved a chance to sleep in. I guess I better go ask him now." Vicky, Brenda's kid sister, stuck her head out of the kitchen door and whispered at her mother. "Hey, wanna know a secret? I think Richard's got a girlfriend." Mary whispered back "No, he said he doesn't have a girlfriend. What makes you think he does?" "Yeah? Well, look out the window. There's a girl there that looks like she's moving in! She's real pretty too!" Mary just had to look. Yes, there she was, standing beside a cab, and the driver was lugging some big trunk down to Richard's place. "Come on, Vicky, let's go see what's going on. Now!" The two of them made it down to Richard's back porch just as Richard and Caitlin were settling down on the couch. They hid themselves, but continued to watch. They saw the two talking for a while, and it looked to be personal, because Richard blushed, then Caitlin blushed. They watched Caitlin jump into Richard's lap and give him a kiss on the mouth, then talk for a while longer. Mary could hardly contain herself when she saw that girl kiss Richard again, squirming around on his lap. Then, when she dragged Richard upstairs, him obviously aroused and wearing not much more than his robe, she became angry. She cautioned Vicky to keep this a secret for now, because she wanted to talk to Brenda and Richard before deciding what to do. ********************************************************************** < Mary had the sense to know that things weren't always what they seemed, and wanted to wait until she had a chance to talk to me before deciding that I was a low-life scumbag. That's when June came over and talked to Caitlin and found out that yes, she was indeed moving in with me. At least she still wanted to hear it from me before siccing Will onto me with a baseball bat. > < Yes, I know. I promise this will be the last time. I'll keep my two bits to myself. > ********************************************************************** When Richard got out of the shower, Caitlin looked at him a bit strangely. She said there had been a visitor. "She was an older lady, and said her name was Mary. She saw my suitcases and stuff and asked if I was moving in. It was strange. I said yes, and she got a rather hard look in her eyes. She told me to make sure you brought me over for dinner tonight, and to be there at five." "Oh, shit." He sat down and put his head in his hands. It finally dawned on him how this would look to Mary and Brenda." "Shit, shit, shit." That didn't make him feel any better. "All right, Richard, what the hell is going on here? Since I'm gonna be living here, you'd better let me in on your dirty little secrets. Are you into older ladies or something?" She said that last bit with a smile and a twinkle in her eyes. "Caitlin, remember how I promised to keep your secret within this house?" "Yes." She said this quite guardedly, losing that laughing mood she'd had a few seconds ago. "I need you to promise the same thing. This is very important to me." "Richard, I trusted you with my big secret. I hope I can be trusted with yours. I promise not to tell anyone. Whatever it is, it must be pretty wicked." He told her. It was one of the hardest things he'd ever done. ********************************************************************** < I guess I should let you hear my sister's little blow-up. It's something I'd much rather forget. I really don't like it when my sister is mad at me. And boy was she mad. > < All right, all right! Quit throwing things! I'm outta here! > ********************************************************************** "YOU WHAT!!!" Caitlin was pacing up and down in Richard's living room, glaring at him every once in a while to make certain he stayed properly abject. "God almighty! I can just see it now, people asking me about my brother -'oh, you mean the child molester'. Sorry, you're right, it's statutory rape. They'll still put you away for ten or twenty years for god sake!" She continued her pacing, and her tirade started again. "And what about the girl, this thirteen year old 'woman' that you've taken to bed with you. Have you thought about what it's going to do to her for the rest of her life? God Richard, I thought you at least had a few brain cells active when you're horny!" After a few more minutes of this, she finally burned off enough steam to sit down again. "Sis, please, listen. I didn't seduce her, drag her off by the hair or hypnotize her or anything like that. This girl knew exactly what she was doing. At times, I felt like I was the virgin little boy being seduced by her! In fact, that was probably her intention from the beginning." "Look, I know what I did. If it had been any other young girl, she would have been sent home right away with a swat on the backside. I don't have a taste for children, regardless of how this looks. Brenda is not an ordinary girl. She is more mature than many of the college girls I've met. As far as the consequences go, I have thought of them, both for me and for her." "I'm not asking you to forgive me, or even to understand what we did. Please, just give me a little slack until you meet her. That's all I'm asking. Can you do that for your 'poor brain-dead brother'?" Richard said that last line with such a sad, woebegone expression, Caitlin couldn't suppress a small grin. "All right, I won't turn you in to the cops right away. But you better be on your best behaviour from now on. No more funny stuff! I'll be watching you like a hawk. Do you understand me, Richard?" "I believe so. But I'm not going to make any promises that I won't keep." "God, you're totally incorrigible. I don't know what I'm gonna do with you." She gave out a long sigh. "I guess it's time to get ready for this dinner. You look terrible. You need another shower and a proper shave, and you look like you need a nap, too. "True, I didn't sleep well last night. I kept dreaming about this perfect little lady I'd met, one who dragged me off to school with her so she could display me to the class in show and tell." Caitlin let out a small laugh as she pictured the scene. "Okay Richard, I think I'll let you live, at least for now. You really caught me by surprise with that one. I thought I was the only one carrying around deep dark secrets. Now for the important question - how should I dress for this dinner. Formal? Casual? Beach? Slutty? Or maybe you'd prefer Little Girl?" "None of the above. How about as 'My Grown-up Little Sister'?" "I'm not sure I've got an outfit for that, but I'll try. Now you go jump back in the shower before you make us both late! I've still got to get some of these clothes sorted out." ********************************************************************** < Mary was now unnecessarily setting the stage for some serious waterworks. > < Ouch, that hurt! I can tell, you're peeved. I know when I'm not wanted any more. You'll miss me when I'm gone. > ********************************************************************** When Mary walked back into her house, she tried to bring back some of the bright and cheerful mood she'd had only a few minutes ago. It didn't do much good. 'I'm just going to have to give Brenda some warning, that's all.' Mary thought to herself. 'But not yet. Let her have a few more hours of bliss first. I just hope I'll be able to keep up a facade that long.' Will noticed the change as soon as she walked into the kitchen. Walking up to her, he wrapped both his arms around her and pulled her into his chest. "What's wrong, honey?" "I'm not really sure." There was a slight quaver in her voice that told him she was deep-down upset. She was not telling him the full truth, that was obvious. It definitely had something to do with her short trip to Richard's, and very likely involved Brenda as well. An ugly picture started to form in the back of his mind, and wouldn't go away. "Come on dear, give me a hand please. I'd like to get an early start on dinner." She slid out of his arms and started puttering around the kitchen. "I think this should be an interesting evening. Oh, and before I forget, we'll need an extra place setting. Richard will be bringing someone else with him." Around 4:30, Mary knew she couldn't put off talking with Brenda any longer. Her daughter had been breezing around the entire house, apparently floating around on her own little cloud. Even the taunts of her younger sister, which normally would earn some smart comebacks, were ignored. Asking Will to watch things in the kitchen, she went upstairs to her daughter's bedroom. "Brenda? Brenda darling, could I talk to you for a minute please?" "Sure mom. How do I look?" This was the first time today Mary actually looked at Brenda wearing her blue outfit. When her dad bought it for her, just after her last birthday, he said it was for her next 'special occasion'. He was thinking she would wear it out to a party or some other function that young girls attached so much importance to. When Brenda modeled the outfit for her parents and her sister that night, it certainly didn't look much like it did today. The blouse and skirt were both blue, a muted, medium shade rather than something really dark or really flashy, but the fabric itself seemed to have a lustre coming from deep inside, as though there was a bright light shining through it from behind. The blouse was made from a lighter material than the skirt, but both had the same color and sheen. Neither had any visible print or pattern to them. The blouse buttoned down the front, and was supposed to tuck into the skirt. Brenda had done something to the bottom edge, though, because it ended right at the top of the skirt. When she moved, little bits of her back, sides, and tummy peeked out between the blouse and the top of the skirt. It didn't lay flat on top of her breasts. It puffed over and around them, suggesting the content and shape of her breasts, but not fully revealing them. A tiny red porcelain rose had been attached to the collar, just under the left side of her jaw. A hint of puff was there on each of the short sleeves, rounding the shoulders and softening the arm line, making the blouse look far more feminine than it normally would have. In addition, on the front of the blouse, the seams along the buttons and the button holes had somehow been 'scalloped', making sure that the two edges wouldn't lie flat together. There would always be a few small peepholes for someone to look through. Every once in a while, as she moved, you could see a tiny bit of the white lacy bra she was wearing underneath. The skirt had also been subtly altered. It was now sporting a short slit up the left thigh that definitely wasn't there before. The bottom edge of the skirt fluttered and danced every time she moved, hinting that more could be revealed at any time. On her legs Brenda was wearing pale blue stockings that disappeared up under the skirt. Through the new slit, though, you could occasionally see the top of one stocking and the tiny white bow there. Her low-heel shoes were also pale blue, and her nails were done in a light pink. Instead of the usual loose hair or pigtails, her hair had been pulled back and done up into some sort of complex french braid, intertwined with a bright blue ribbon. Her ears sported tiny sparkling blue gemstone earrings. "Vicky did my hair, " Brenda smiled a little mischievous grin, "in between her bratty spells." Mary looked very closely at her daughter as Brenda turned and pranced in front of her. This was the type of innocent beauty that women all over the world paid vast sums of money to try and achieve, and rarely succeeded. The blue ribbon showed off her strawberry blonde hair to perfection, the muted blue of the blouse somehow brought out the colours of her pink-red lips and glowing green eyes, and the slit skirt and stockings formed to her legs and bottom perfectly, making them look far more sexy than if she were naked. "Come on mom, how do I look!?" "Well dear, you look absolutely devastating. I pity any man or boy who sees you dressed like that. You'd have them reduced to gibbering simpletons in seconds." "D'you think Richard will like it too?" Mary gave a bit of a sigh, and sat down on the edge of Brenda's bed. "Please dear, come over here and sit down beside me. That's what I came here to talk to you about. You see, men don't always mean what they say when they're talking with a pretty girl. Their hormones do strange things to their brains, sometimes making it impossible for them to think clearly or logically. Yes, I know we talked about this last night, that you've finally gotten Richard, but he may not see that yet. He may still see you as a child, rather than as a woman." "No mom, Richard and I talked about this several times. He does love me." "Dear, I'm not saying that isn't true. All I'm trying to say is that you shouldn't look at him as yours quite yet. There may be facets of himself or his life that he's never revealed to any of us." Suddenly, Vicky stepped in from the doorway. She'd been secretly listening in on the conversation. "Wanna know a secret? Richard's already got a girlfriend." She tried to hide her grin behind her hand, really having fun with this. Brenda suddenly became very quiet and very serious. "Vicky, how do you know Richard has a girlfriend?" Vicky, looking to her mother then back at Brenda, suddenly stopped grinning. She saw that her sister and mother were very serious, not taking this as teasing or joking, and it no longer seemed funny. "I saw her. She got out of a cab with a whole lot of suitcases and stuff, and the driver carried the stuff down the walkway to Richard's house. Then she went down there too. Me and mom saw her and Richard kissing in his place." Brenda's stomach was starting to tie itself into knots. "Mom?" "Yes dear, we did see them. She is moving in over there, but no, I didn't find out anything about her. I told her to make sure Richard brought her to dinner with him, so we should be able to find out what's going on real soon. Okay?" When she didn't get any response, Mary tried again. "I said Okay?" This time, she got a mumbled uh-huh and a little bit of head nodding. That would have to do. "All right, it's getting close to dinner time. You two wash up, then meet me in the living room to greet our guests. Shoo!" She ushered them out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. Mary then turned and went downstairs to the kitchen to get a much-needed hug from her husband. ********************************************************************** A while later, Richard and Caitlin were dressed and ready to go. They both had opted for a simple look, rather than overdressing. Richard wore a white patterned dress shirt, open at the neck, a pair of black dress pants, and black shoes. This showed off his strong shoulders, broad chest, flat stomach and tight buns to perfection. Caitlin had also decided to go with a simple black theme. Black pumps, grey/black nylons, black panties and bra, and a mid-thigh-length black evening dress. Silver earrings and a hint of makeup finished off the look. Richard, taking a good long eyeful, finally realized just how grown up and good looking his baby sister was now. Three extra years had done a lot for her. Her breasts and hips had filled out a little, her stomach was a bit flatter, and her ass looked absolutely gorgeous. The dress was not tight, but followed all the curves nicely. It showed off her firm, trim young body beautifully. His cock also noticed, and he started getting hard again. "Caitlin, you look absolutely gorgeous." "Thanks. You're not a bad hunk yourself, you know. But you'd better watch that thing," glancing at the bulge in his crotch, "that's what's getting you into trouble, remember?" Caitlin opened the door and started heading outside. Looking at him over her shoulder, and giving him a little wink, she added "You know, if you weren't my big brother, I'd probably make a pass at you." "Same goes for me, sis. Now, lets go see what kind of trouble I'm in." Just before they got to Mary and Will's front door, Caitlin whispered in Richard's ear. "I'm getting a little scared, how about you?" "Actually, Caitlin, I'm almost over that now. Being scared stiff all day has sort of made me a little numb." When Richard knocked on the door, Caitlin grabbed his arm and hung on to it for (her) moral support. ********************************************************************** Up in her room, watching out her window, Vicky saw Richard and the same girl she'd seen earlier step out from his walkway and head toward their place. Running down the stairs, she shouted out "Here he comes, and he's bringing that girl with him!" "All right, everybody into the living room. Lets greet our guests properly." Mary started ushering Will and Brenda out of the kitchen in the right direction. When they heard the knock on the door, Will was right there to open it. "Hello Richard. Won't you two please come in?" As Richard and Caitlin started to step in, Brenda couldn't help staring. There was HER Richard, walking into HER house, with an absolutely gorgeous lady hanging onto his arm, less that 48 hours after promising himself to her forever. After what her mother and sister told her just a few minutes ago, it was just a bit too much. The emotions that had been keeping her high since yesterday suddenly slammed her down. With a long wail, she burst into tears and ran upstairs into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. This caught everyone by surprise. Will started heading toward the stairs, but Mary's hand on his arm stopped him. "No dear, leave her alone for a while. Please." Turning back to the door and giving Richard a hard look, Mary finally asked "Well, Richard? Aren't you going to come in and introduce us to this lovely lady?" Richard's eyes were glued to the top of the stairs where Brenda disappeared, and he only half-heard her question. She noticed this, realizing that regardless of how things looked, he did care for her little girl. Mentally pulling himself back together, he stepped into the living room, Caitlin still hanging onto his arm, and closed the door. "Caitlin, these are my neighbours, Mary Dawes, her husband Will, their younger daughter Vicky, and the one that disappeared upstairs is their older daughter Brenda. Mary, Will, Vicky, this is my baby sister, Caitlin." Everything in the room seemed to freeze for a few seconds. Will simply stood there with a look of concern and confusion on his face, glancing back and forth between Richard, Caitlin and his wife. Mary still hadn't told him what was going on. He now had some very strong suspicions, but she had asked him to let her take the lead in this, so he didn't say anything. Vicky's jaw hung open, and she couldn't stop staring at Caitlin. Caitlin felt this and looked at Vicky, seeing a hint of lust in the little girl's eyes. She blushed, not really knowing why, and looked away. Mary, when what Richard said sank in, felt a sudden release of the tension that had been gripping her for hours. With a small sigh, her knees suddenly let go and she sat down on the couch. 'Whew' she thought. 'That explains a few things. Glad I kept my mouth shut over there.' Aloud, breaking the silence, "So, this is your baby sister? You never mentioned anything about her coming out for a visit." "Actually," Richard replied, "it was a bit of a shock to me as well. I'd forgotten all about her call a couple of weeks ago, what with all that was going on around here, and she surprised me this morning." "Yeah. You should have seen the look on your face when you opened the door and saw me standing there. I wish I had a picture of that! It was priceless! Actually, we'd planned on me coming out here in the fall to go to school, but I decided I'd rather spend the summer here on the beach than back home. I think it'll be a lot more fun!" Mary's mind was churning furiously, trying to sort out her thoughts, and figuring out what she should do to get things straightened out. She decided. "Will, why don't you take Vicky and Caitlin into the kitchen and get them something to drink. You can check on dinner while you're there. I'd like to chat with Richard for a few minutes." Will looked questioningly at his wife. "Ok, but what about ..." glancing up the stairs. "I think Brenda should be left alone for a little while. It'll be better this way." With that, her husband ushered Vicky and Caitlin off toward the kitchen, making certain he closed the door behind him. This gave his wife the privacy that she had hinted at needing for her chat. He didn't know what was happening, but if Richard was in any way hurting his daughter, he'd rip the bastard apart with his bare hands. Richard sat on the opposite end of the couch from Mary, and simply waited. The reactions of Mary and Brenda had gotten him very confused. When he'd seen the look of pain in Brenda's eyes just before she ran upstairs, it had surprised and deeply hurt him. "Richard, I'd like to start by apologizing to you." "Huh?" Talk about a brilliant response. "When I went over to your place to tell you when to come for dinner, I got hit with a rather nasty shock. After what Brenda said happened yesterday, I suddenly find a beautiful young lady moving in with you. I jumped to the obvious conclusion that you'd lied to Brenda and had a girlfriend moving in. I'm sorry." Richard sat there for a few seconds, letting this soak in. Mary didn't seem to be upset about what he and her daughter had done. Even stranger, she was apologizing to him for doubting him. It took a few seconds for this to register properly. Clearing his throat before saying anything, Richard paused for a few more seconds to consider his words. "I don't think there's much to apologize for. Looking at it like that, I'm not sure I wouldn't have thought the same thing. I didn't have any time to consider other people's reactions to my sister moving in, since it was such a surprise." "Well anyway, Richard, that's what's wrong with Brenda. She thinks you lied to her. When we're finished our talk, I think you'd better go up and see her. I think she needs you." "One thing I do need to know is how you feel about my daughter." "Actually, Mary, I love her." That was it. He'd managed to say it. She actually smiled a bit! "Okay, so how do you feel about what happened last night?" She was not going to let him have time to think about it. She wanted an honest answer, not a 'correct' one. "I'm not sorry that it happened, if that's what you're asking. It's the consequences that have been haunting my mind all day." "Were you speaking the truth in everything you told her?" "Every word. I don't think I could lie to her even if I wanted to." "Good. No, I'm not upset about what happened. We've discussed this before. As long as you don't hurt my daughter, my husband and I will trust the two of you together." With that, Mary gave Richard another little smile. "She's really much more mature than you would believe for a person of her age. Actually, I'm kind of happy with her choice. She could have done much worse. The age difference is a problem, but we can talk about that another time." Richard sat there for a few more seconds, feeling a bit stunned, having a hard time absorbing all this. Not only was Mary not mad at him, but she seemed to approve of what Brenda and he had done! It was one thing for them to talk about it before the fact, but now, after what the two of them had done last night, it seemed very odd to hear Mary's acceptance. "Mary, Brenda is only thirteen. Don't you think that's just a little too young for making decisions like this? And me, I'm almost twice her age!" He could hardly believe that he was arguing against Mary letting Brenda and him continue on. This had to be brought up again, though, for his own peace of mind. "That's true, Richard, and it will be a problem for quite some time. As for Brenda choosing at thirteen, that's not all that young for our family. Remember, I chose Will when I was eleven. I haven't told you this yet, but my mother was married at fifteen, and my sister picked out her future husband when she was fourteen." "I know exactly how Brenda feels, because all the women in my family, except Vicky, have been through the same thing. I will not be the one to break her heart by standing in her way." "What I do want to know now is exactly how you feel about all this, and whether or not you think you can handle it. If you can't handle it, or you aren't willing to go through with this for the long term, now is the time to break it off, before things go too far. I'll give you a couple of minutes to think it over." With that, Mary got up and went into the kitchen. Things were fairly quiet in there, with Will and Caitlin involved in polite conversation, and Vicky listening to them, watching the other girl intently. They both became silent as she walked in. Will looked at her questioningly, and she answered back with a slight shake of her head. After helping herself to a glass of water, she did a quick check on dinner, more out of a need to do something with her hands than anything else. Everything was doing fine. Will and Caitlin resumed their conversation when it became apparent that Mary wasn't going to say anything, and wasn't really paying any attention to them. After a very long couple of minutes, Mary went out to the living room and sat back down on the couch. Richard waited for Mary to get comfortable before he started, speaking slowly and carefully. "Mary, I said that I love Brenda. I do. I want to make her happy. I will be hers for as long as she wants me. I don't know what kind of person this makes me, but I have fallen completely in love with your daughter." "Good. I'm glad you spoke from your heart, rather than trying to do the right thing. You'd better go up and see her. Right now she probably wishes she were dead, and maybe you too. She needs you." "Mary, before I go, I better warn you that I told my sister everything. She's a little freaked right now, and I'm surprised that she actually came over." "It sounds like your sister cares about you. I'll talk with her as well." Mary stood up and pulled Richard up after her. Shooing him off toward the stairs, she told him that he'd better go upstairs and see to his lady. Giving out a long sigh, really happy with the way her chat with Richard turned out, Mary mentally braced herself for her next talk, one that she knew she couldn't put off. Stepping into the kitchen, receiving the same questioning glance from her husband, and giving him the same slight negative, she asked Caitlin to come into the living room for a couple of minutes. Will gave his wife a short, very intense questioning look. Mary stepped out into the living room, preceding Caitlin, without giving him any kind of reply. Will turned to his youngest daughter, being the only other person left in the kitchen. "Well Vicky? Do you know anything about this, or are you just as much in the dark as I am?" Vicky just sat there and shrugged her shoulders, afraid to tell him what she thought she knew. She just stared at her drink, fighting her feelings, and wondering why her thoughts kept returning to the memory of how Caitlin looked when she stood in the doorway. Out in the living room, after sitting down on the couch, Caitlin looked around for her brother, and, not seeing him, asked Mary where he had gone. "He's gone upstairs to talk with Brenda. It will be quite a relief for her to learn that you're Richard's sister." Caitlin looked at Mary, looking slightly confused. "By the way, he also told me that he's talked with you about what he and Brenda did last night." A few seconds later, Caitlin found her voice again, and asked in a very quiet voice "You know what happened, and you still let Richard go up to her? In her bedroom? Him, alone, with your daughter?" "Yes. Right now Brenda needs him. I doubt anything would happen up there anyway. She prefers doing things on her own terms. When Brenda told me that she'd gotten Richard, I was quite surprised. I simply wasn't expecting it to happen this soon. I do know how Brenda feels though, I felt the same way the moment I first laid eyes on my future husband. Of course, I was a lot younger - all of ten at the time. Will still doesn't know about all the things I did to make certain he would be mine." "Are you telling me that you expect Richard and your daughter to continue this relationship? I mean, they were having sex!" Caitlin was becoming more and more confused. "If Brenda has anything to say about it, their relationship will continue and grow, with all that implies. She's told me that she is completely in love with Richard, and Richard has told both her and me that he loves her." She looked hard at Caitlin. "If anything were to pull them apart, it would break Brenda's heart, and probably Richard's as well. I'm not about to let that happen. I care too much about them both. I'm not certain how you feel about Richard, but separating them would hurt them both terribly. I truly hope that you can understand this, and at least wait for a while before doing anything rash." Caitlin took a few deep breaths to steady her nerves before replying. "This has been a bit of a shock to me, coming out here and finding that my brother is now involved with a thirteen year old girl. I don't know what to think. No, I'm not going to do anything drastic like calling the police. I don't think I can approve of this the same way you seem to, but I won't stop it. I just hope this doesn't end in disaster. I've had enough of that already." Mary, surprised at the strength of feeling she heard in that last sentence, decided not to follow up on it. Maybe later. "Okay, I'll accept that." They both got up and headed for the kitchen. "Now, I think I'd better put my husband out of his misery. He's probably guessed what's going on, but he's agreed to let me handle things my way for now." "You mean he doesn't know about this? Oh my god." "It'll be ok. Just be quiet and let me handle things." Her talk with Caitlin had gone far more smoothly and quickly than Mary had expected. Things were looking much better. They both walked into the kitchen. Vicky was sitting at the table sipping on her drink and Will was fiddling around with the food on the stove. He turned around when they came in and looked at his wife. She looked a lot better now than she had a while ago - most of the tension was gone, and she had an almost smug look on her face. Apparently, things were working out according to her plans. He just wished he knew what they were. "So, is dinner ready yet, honey?" "It's been ready for a few minutes. Now all we need are enough people in the kitchen to make it worth sitting down to eat." "Okay, thanks dear. Vicky, do you think you could help Caitlin set the table and get dinner served up? Your father and I need a few minutes alone. Thanks dear, I knew you wouldn't mind. Come on honey." Mary turned and walked back into the living room without waiting for anybody else to say anything. Will just looked at Vicky and Caitlin with a raised eyebrow and followed his wife out the door. They sat on the couch facing each other, while Mary explained everything that had happened, and what she expected to happen. Will sat quietly through the whole thing, not interrupting, not saying anything. When she was done, she sat silently, waiting for his response. It wasn't quite what she'd expected. Will leaned over and gave her a kiss, then said "OK honey, I'll trust you on this. I remember a bit of what you went through. But if anything goes wrong, there'll be hell to pay." He gave a bit of a chuckle. "So, she got to him already. We seem to be a very passionate family, don't we?" This last sentence was a little confusing to Mary. It was a little out of character for her husband. She decided to ignore it for now. ********************************************************************** << End of chapter 3>> Next chapter - making up, torture, a two sister surprise, a guilt trip, their second time (Sounds like a good excuse for a nice, long session of making up. But what's this with Vicky and Caitlin. Is there something else going on we should know about? Maybe some of that history Brenda had hinted at? No sex again, but then, I write stories with real people in them, all for my own amusement. If it wasn't for the story, I wouldn't bother, and you wouldn't get the good bits. So there. Nyaaah. There's lots of good bits coming though.) -- +--------------' 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> /