Message-ID: <525eli$9704141511@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" X/9 (out-takes) From: S THOMAS BUSH Brenda - A Love Story [ M/f f/f ] by Tom Bombadil (c) Aug 1996 Out-takes 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. Note: All the scenes for the Brenda saga, after chapter three, were written as a disjointed series of episodes, with no particular flow or storyline to them. It was difficult enough to patch and re-write those parts that fit. The following scenes didn't. They were hot enough that I thought I'd throw them in anyway. ********************************************************************** <> It was late Wednesday night / early Thursday morning. A loud knocking on his door woke Richard. Checking to make certain he was decent, he told Caitlin to come in. She did, closing the door behind her. At least this time she was wearing a negligee, short and revealing though it was. She'd been crying. She walked over and sat on the bed. "I had a nightmare. About Angie. Then about Vicky. It was horrible!" She started crying again. Richard sat up and gathered her in his arms. "Please hold me. Please. I don't want to be alone right now." He held her until her tears stopped, until she was almost asleep. "Time to go back to bed now, Caitlin." "Please hold me. I don't want the nightmare to come back." What could he do. Standing her up, he pulled back the covers, then lay back with his head on his pillow. He opened his arms to her, and she crawled into them, curling up against his chest and stomach. Pulling the covers back over them both, he hugged her to him, making soothing sounds for her. She was soon asleep. It took him a lot longer, holding the body that he'd stared at with such illicit lust so recently. She was still there when he woke up, still sleeping, but now turned with her back to him, fitting into him spoon-style. Slowly waking up, and realizing who was in bed with him, he blushed. Somehow during the night, her negligee had ridden up almost to her chest. He knew this because his right arm was curled over her waist, his hand resting on her bare stomach, just above her crotch, and his left arm was curled around her shoulder, supporting her head, with that hand cupping and holding her fabric-covered left breast. That wasn't the worst. Somehow his cock had slid through the opening in the front of his shorts. It was now pushed up between her thighs, resting full-length along her pussy. She wasn't wearing panties. He was hard as a rock. 'How the hell did this happen?' Slowly he tried to extricate himself. First, he attempted to pull his cock out from between her legs. He very gently started sliding his hips back away from her. At this slight movement, she moaned and clamped her thighs together. He stopped and held his breath, terrified that she'd wake up. When she relaxed and seemed completely asleep again, he tried once more. This time it was worse. She groaned, clamped her thighs together, and started rocking her hips back and forth, very slowly. Richard froze again. Over the sound of his hammering heart, he could just make out what she was whispering in her dream. "Ohhh, that feels good. Don't stop. Make it last forever. Yes, Angie, just like that." There was more, but most of it was unintelligible, interspersed with tiny whimpers and sighs. He tried once more to pull away, but stopped when Caitlin whimpered and clearly said "No Angie, please, don't go away! ... Vicky, I need you!" After a minute or two, her hips started rocking again, and the pleasant little sounds and words were back. He was now too scared to pull back, thinking she'd wake up for sure and find them locked together like this. He couldn't even pull his hand off her breast. Somewhere during one of his attempts to pull his cock out, she'd grabbed his hand. Resigning himself to his fate, he put his head down on his pillow. Whatever dreams she was having, they were definitely erotic. His cock could feel her growing moisture and heat, and feel her lower lips gently expanding and getting softer and damper. Slowly but surely his cock was spreading her lips and moving upward, eventually settling against and rubbing across her inner meat. He could feel a small nub, probably her clit, nestled deep in the crack. Despite the guilt, fear and shame he was feeling, this was getting to him. He felt those familiar twinges deep in his groin, and knew if his sister continued what she was doing, he'd spray semen all over the place. He promised himself no matter what, he couldn't do that to her. When the tempo of her hips increased, he knew he had to pull back. Before he could move, her hand went down between her legs and caught the head of his cock. She was pulling it up tighter to her cunt! Now he was well and truly trapped, with no way out. If he pulled out, she'd probably hurt him, and definitely wake up. If he didn't pull out, he was going to splatter her hand and bush with semen. He almost cried. He prayed she'd stop before he came. He could tell by the fast, panting breaths she was taking, with the whimpers in between, she was close. She sucked in a deep breath, letting it out slowly between her teeth. Her hips started bucking. He was trying to hold off. With a sudden gasp, she squeezed her thighs tightly around his cock, suddenly pushing the head up into the top of her crack and rubbing it furiously. Now it was too late. He started spurting, shooting his sperm into the top of her pussy, all over her hand, all over the top of her mound. She was still rubbing fast and hard, which forced his semen all the way up and down her crack, lubricating it further, letting her slide more easily along his length. Letting loose a series of shuddering breaths, she climaxed, stopping her hips, tensing up all the muscles in her body. She pressed the head of his cock hard, keeping him in place. He could feel the ripples of her orgasm running all up and down her body, centering on her groin. It wound down quickly, her body relaxing, her breathing slowing down and becoming more regular. She hadn't released the pressure on the head of his cock yet, still pushing it into her crack. If he pulled back now, she'd push it right into her vagina. Hell, if he started getting soft and shrinking, it still might happen. Thankfully, she finally rolled over onto her stomach, still holding his left hand on her breast, effectively trapping it there. His cock finally free, he used his other hand to pull it back into his shorts. Before he fell back to sleep, one more thought rose up, one sure to give him nightmares. What if she got pregnant? In the morning, Richard was awakened by a kiss on his cheek. It was Caitlin. He opened his eyes and found himself staring down the neck of her negligee. Both of her breasts were hanging in clear view, showing off their dark brown nipples, each puckered and hard. An idiotic thought crossed his mind. He hadn't even noticed her nipples last night. "Thanks Rich. That was the best sleep I've had in ages. I had such wonderful dreams." 'Yeah,' thought Richard. 'And I'm gonna hafta live with my nightmares.' She was out in the hall, closing the door, when she stuck her head back into his room. "Just remember what I said about that thing," glancing at his crotch. "You almost poked it inside me last night. As it is, I need a shower to wash off the leftovers. Ta Ta." The door closed behind her, and he could hear her walking down the stairs. A few minutes later the shower started. His mind finally clicked into gear. What the hell had happened last night? And what did she know? She certainly didn't seem upset in the least, not acting like a girl who'd almost been fucked by her brother. He had to find out. ********************************************************************** <> When Richard got to the top of the stairs, he heard some quiet moans and whimpers coming from his sister's room. Seeing that the door was still open a bit, he couldn't help himself. He walked over to have a peek at what was going on. When he saw the two girls, he just stood there, mesmerized, unable to think or move. This was his adolescent wet dream come to life, something he never in his wildest fantasies ever thought he'd see in reality. Vicky was lying stretched out on the bed, face up, head pointed a little to the right of the doorway (Richard's perspective). He could see the slight bumps of her just-developing breasts, the dark circles of her aureoles, and the hard, pointed nubbins of her nipples. Her bare pubes were wet and glistening, as were her thighs, legs spread wide to the world. He couldn't see much of her face because Caitlin was in the way. His sister was kneeling on the bed, legs apart, one on either side of Vicky's face. Her hips were raised slightly, and she was leaning back, supporting her weight by holding on to her ankles. She wasn't quite facing straight at him, but her legs were spread so far apart he could see everything. Sitting there, moaning, eyes closed tight, she couldn't see anything, oblivious to everything except the person under her who was eating her out like an expert. Richard just stared, mesmerized by the scene. Caitlin's skin was covered with a sheen of sweat, from her scalp to her ankles. Everything was moving, too, swaying in time to her gyrating hips, her breasts making small circles in the air - those perfect, delicious looking mounds, with wonderful, oh-so suckable little nipples, hard as rock right now. He snapped back to reality for a second as Caitlin shifted. Had she seen him? Then he saw that Vicky'd changed tactics, using one hand and her tongue in Caitlin's hot little snatch. He became enraptured again, watching Vicky's tongue flicker in and out, up and down, swirling around inside those lips, hand moving in sync with her tongue, sliding in and out of that tight, virginal hole. Totally entranced, hypnotized by the scene in front of him, he barely felt something at his waist, and hardly noticed his towel falling away, paying no attention to those minor distractions. Only when something warm and wet engulfed his hard cock did he finally notice, moaning and leaning against the door jam. He knew he shouldn't be watching, it was wrong, but he was pinned in place by that mouth surrounding his member, pumping in and out. He tried to move, but his arms and legs wouldn't listen. Eyes closing by themselves, he lost himself for a moment. Opening his eyes again, he was shocked. Caitlin's eyes, half-closed, glazed over with lust, were staring right at him. He whimpered a bit, because he still couldn't get his body to obey. Caitlin looked down at his crotch, looked back into his eyes for a moment, then closed her eyes, leaned her head back, and lost herself in an orgasm. This was too much for him. His mind disconnected, watching her perfect body run through its climax, her head snapping back and forth, muscles tightening and loosening in waves, breath coming in great gasps as she shuddered, unable to move or think at that moment. He felt himself letting go, unable to control himself, back spasming, hips thrusting forward. The release went through him like a shock, spreading out from his groin to the rest of his body. His eyes stayed open, mindlessly watching Caitlin, as her body started to wind down from its climax. He felt himself letting loose, shooting deep into Brenda's throat time and time again, eyes following his sister as she slowly slid off Vicky and lay there, eyes open, watching him spasm, deep in the middle of his own orgasm. It was painfully intense. Somewhere inside, an overworked set of muscles were complaining, but still functioning. His cock jerked again, sending another splash of semen into his lover's mouth. Finally it was over, the flow stopping, with nothing left to come out. Brenda let go of his cock at almost the same time Caitlin closed her eyes and lay back flat on the bed. Released from the two things pinning him in place, he sank slowly to the floor and sat there, cross-legged, leaning back against the wall. Brenda lay down on the floor, putting her head in his lap, closing her eyes and resting. The only sounds left were those of heavy breathing and rapidly beating hearts. Brenda and Richard just stayed there, not moving, even when Vicky got up to go to the bathroom. He just mindlessly watched her walk up to them and step across, her naked, wet pussy just inches from his nose. He turned his head and watched her tight little buns as they bounced down to the washroom and disappeared inside. He was still watching when she came back, squatted down, draped his arm over her shoulders, and sat beside him. A few minutes later Caitlin headed for the washroom. He also just stared as her lightly-furred, nearly adult, damp and shining twat passed right in front of his eyes. He turned and watched her cute, jiggling ass until it disappeared. When she came back, he watched her perfect, bouncing breasts until they disappeared up out of his field of vision, then refocused on her pussy. Stopping on his other side, she also squatted down, wrapped his other arm around her shoulders, and sat down beside him. Luckily, his hands knew what to do without needing any help from his brain. They started to fondle and caress the girls' breasts, stopping to tease and play with their nipples from time to time. Eventually, he started to come back to himself, slowly taking stock of where he was, what he was doing, and who he was with. "Could someone please tell me if I'm dreaming or not? Did what I think just happen really happen, or was I hallucinating?" A familiar voice came up from his lap. "Well, right now you're sitting on the floor, naked. There's three very pretty naked ladies surrounding you. I just finished sucking you through a mind-blowing orgasm, and you watched the same thing happen to your sister. You've got one arm around my little sister, playing with her baby boobs and nipples, and you've got your other arm wrapped around your baby sister, playing with her nice big boobs and nipples. If that seems to fit what you think happened, then you've just about got it right." "Oh. Okay." Short pause. "Here I thought I was doing good, coping with having a thirteen year old sexpot for a fiancee. Now I have to deal with an eleven year old sexpot future sister-in-law and a seventeen year old sexpot sister." Another short pause. "Okay. I'll wake up in a while and everything will be just fine. This is all just a dream, isn't it?" >From his left "That's funny, your hand playing with my little boobies and nipples feels real." >From his right "You think maybe these breasts you're playing with over here aren't real? They're mine, and your hand feels pretty good doing whatever you're doing." >From his lap "Let's see, what to do, what to do." Richard jumped, every nerve in his body tingling. She'd sucked his cock into her mouth. Starting with the tip, she vacuumed it in, just like a piece of spaghetti. "Does that feel a little more real now?" "I'm awake. Definitely. I don't feel things like that when I'm asleep." "Good." He heard three echoes of that same word. "Okay, now what? You three obviously set this up for a reason. So far, so bad. I know I'll feel guilty as hell later, but right now, I'm too burned out." "Weeeeeeell," Brenda drawled, "It's like this. I've watched Vicky and Caitlin a few times, and I want to learn what they know. They've watched us a few times, and they both want to learn what we know. So I made them a deal. If they could get you to cooperate, I'd let them 'borrow' you to teach them about sex properly. Vicky's just old enough to start learning, and Caitlin should already know lots, but doesn't. The rules are that you're mine, and this (grabbing his cock) is mine. They can't keep you, and they can't touch this (squeezing a bit) without my okay first. Anything else is fair game. Now that you know the deal, it's up to them to convince you it's okay. This little scene here was to get you to loosen up and let you think of the possibilities. You're on, girls. Just remember, he's already been drained dry and burned to a crisp. There's not much left right now." ********************************************************************** <> "Are you sure?" asked Richard. Brenda shook her head and sighed in exasperation. "Richard, I'm just as sure now as I was ten minutes ago. My parents are both gone for the day! Dad's gone golfing with some customers of his, and when they're done they're all going for some sort of dinner meeting thing, all on the other side of town. The last few times he did this, he was gone until at least my bedtime." That's when Vicky chipped in with her two cents worth. "Yeah, and Mom's gone to a charity auction. She figures it won't end until eight or nine, at the earliest. That's why you're *babysitting*." "God," Replied Richard. "You three don't need a babysitter, you need a keeper! You're all wild animals!" "Come on, Rich, lighten up. It's not like we're doing something horribly indecent or anything. Besides, we've seen it all before. What's to get upset about?" The last few words were a little muffled, as Caitlin was speaking while pulling her dress over her head. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Brenda and Vicky were already naked. They had walked out of their house that way. "But ..." Richard's last feeble protests were silenced when Brenda pulled his head down for a kiss. Then, while she had his attention diverted, she grabbed his shorts and boxers and pulled them down to his ankles. "There!" she said, stepping back. "And don't you dare pull them back up!" Despite turning several shades of red, Richard stepped out of his clothes. Brenda had finally gotten her way. They were going to do some suntanning in the girls' back yard, au natural. "I'll get the Koolaid!" yelled Vicky, as she ran back into the house. Caitlin followed at a rather more relaxed pace. Richard pulled several lounge chairs out into the sunshine, and Brenda put small tables in between them. "Let's see if I got this right," Vicky said as she came back out of the house. "Koolaid for me, Caitlin already has hers, you get the same, Brenda, and Richard ends up with coke. Dad's out of beer, and I'm not going over to his place to get some - at least, not dressed like this I'm not." "Uh uh, Richard," said Brenda, as she shook her finger at him. "Just drop those shorts. That's not an excuse for you to get dressed again. You can survive without your beer. Relax. Enjoy the sunshine. Enjoy the view. I know I am." There was a "me too" from Caitlin and a "me three" from Vicky. Richard looked up and saw three girls sitting on their loungers, all smiling, all watching him. Red faced again, he sat down and stretched out. Vicky and Caitlin also stretched out, while Brenda got up and went for her bag. After rummaging around for a few seconds, she let out an "Aha!", and stood up. "Number 25 sun screen, just what you need, dear, for that rather pallid skin of yours. After all, we wouldn't want you getting sunburned anyplace where the sun doesn't normally shine, now would we?" "Okay, okay. Just toss it over." "Now where would the fun be if we all just did ourselves? Besides, you can't reach all the places the sun can. Now roll over onto your tummy and I'll get started." Richard did as he was told. He only squirmed and wiggled a little when she was doing his ass and feet. When Brenda told him to turn over, he mumbled something and stayed put. "What was that?" she asked, as she bent down to hear him better. He whispered something in her ear. "Ooooh, really? Hey girls, Richard says he's too embarrassed to turn over - he's got a hard on!" Both girls turned to look, naturally, so he turned a brighter shade of red. After a minute or so, with all three girls staring expectantly at him, he turned over. By then, the embarrassment had gotten to him. He was mostly limp. "THAT'S what we were waiting to see?" exclaimed Vicky. "It hardly seems worth looking at right now." "It'll get better. I've still got to do his front." "No, I think I'll do my own front, if you don't mind." "Nope. That's not how it works today. Nobody does themselves. It's a new rule we made up. Right, sis? Caitlin?" Both looked at Brenda, who winked while looking away from Richard. "Right," said Vicky, almost immediately. It took a few seconds longer for Caitlin to nod, and she blushed and stared at Vicky as she did so. Richard simply groaned and closed his eyes. Brenda took that to mean he was accepting his fate, and started rubbing in the lotion. Starting at his neck, she covered him completely, spending far more time than necessary when she was doing his cock and balls. By the time she moved on to his thighs, he was once again hard. That earned him a wolf-whistle from Vicky. He just blushed a little more. "Okay, all done. Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" "It depends on your definition of bad," replied Richard. "Hold out your hand," said Brenda. He did, and she squeezed a dollop of lotion onto his palm. "That's for your face and hands." Brenda went and retrieved another bottle from her bag. "Okay, handsome. Now it's my turn." She threw the bottle to Richard, then went and lay face down on her lounger. "SPF 8?" He was reading off the front of the bottle. "Sure. I'm already a toasty gold. Or hadn't you noticed?" "I noticed. You and Vicky are both a well-cooked brown, all over. And judging by the parts of my sister I don't normally get to see, you've had her out here tanning in the buff more than once." "Sure. Like I said before, when it's just us girls, Mom doesn't mind us being out here like this. Lots of times she comes out with us." "So your Mom's got an all-over tan too?" "Sure. She's not as brown as we are, but she sure doesn't have any tan lines. Who do you think got us started?" Richard made no reply, since the answer was obvious. Instead, he concentrated on the job at hand - or rather, the job in hand." "Richard?" "Yes, Brenda?" "Go nice and slow. It feels better that way. And make sure you do a thorough job." "Yes, dear." Spreading suntan lotion onto Brenda was not something he considered an onerous chore. She was a beautiful young lady - firm, fit, toned, and with no spare flesh. By his estimate, she was about halfway in between a little girl and a real woman, with hips just spreading out, legs filling in nicely, and breasts grown to small handfuls. Despite the audience - and he knew both other girls were watching carefully - he did a proper job of it, including spending a good deal of time handling her lower cheeks, which were beautifully rounded, and hard yet soft at the same time. Then she turned over. "Now you get to do my front. Can I have just a little on my hand? I need to do my face too." With a silent groan, he began. Richard was still amazed that someone as young and beautiful as Brenda had chosen him for her partner. Just looking at her was sometimes enough for him to go off into a partial daze as he remembered what it was like to touch, fondle, taste, and hold her. It was hard for him to keep from getting carried away, especially when he was doing her breasts and thighs. He studiously avoided touching her pussy and mound, not wanting to further embarrass her, or rather, himself. He stood up when he figured he was done. By then, Brenda was lying there with her eyes closed, breathing a little heavily, and had a slightly flushed look around her chest and neck. She opened her eyes when he stopped. "Richard, where are you going?" "Uh, to lie down?" "But you're not finished yet. Do you have the slightest idea what a sunburn down there feels like? I do. Now finish what you started." Once again blushing, he looked to see if the other two were watching. They were. Brenda wore a big smirk, while Caitlin tried for a look of studied nonchalance. She failed. With a sigh, he coated his right hand with lotion, then started to carefully and delicately spread it onto her nether regions. Brenda was having none of that. She grabbed his wrist with both hands, pulled his hand hard into her crotch, and began to move it up and down. "Yes. Keep it up. Just. Like. That." It was about then that Richard realized he'd been set up, that they had plans for him. He just didn't know what they were or how far the girls would go. So, he decided to enjoy himself. While one hand was busy fondling and rubbing Brenda's pussy, he used the other to caress her breasts and nipples. Eventually, after she spread her legs wide, after his fingers had dipped into her crack, after one digit slid deep inside, and after some well-timed nipple pulling and pinching, she climaxed. Brenda lay there, arms stretched out over her head and breathing hard, for several minutes. "Now that's what I call a thorough job. Thank you." "You're welcome." He had just enough time to take a pull at his drink and lie down before Vicky spoke up. "Richard, could you do me too, please?" "WHAT?" "Could you put some lotion on me too, please." "Just put lotion on you? You're sure that's all you're after?" There was no reply, as Vicky rolled over and wiggled her bottom. He looked to Brenda for guidance. She was lying back, stretched out, eyes half closed, and smiling. A wink was what he got. For some reason, he doubted that Vicky would be satisfied with him just oiling her down. Nevertheless, he did as he was asked. It wasn't the first time he'd touched Vicky, not by a long shot, but it was his first time handling her while naked - either him or her. He was hard as a rock again before he finished with her backside. Then she flipped over for him to do her front. "I want you to do a thorough job on me too, Richard." Once again he looked at Brenda, who was lying on her side, watching, and grinning from ear to ear. So was Caitlin. Glowing a bright red, he proceeded. Richard didn't know if he was more embarrassed or turned on by doing Vicky's body. She was thin, tight, and hard from her athletic pursuits, yet with a soft skin, and with curves and padding developing in all the right places. He liked the feel of her taught stomach and waist, and the softness of her breasts. They were barely apparent to the eye when she was laying down like that, but his hands had no trouble knowing what they were feeling. The same was true when he was rubbing down her thighs and hips. Again, he tried to avoid her pubic area. His eyes, though, were continually drawn to that delicate junction. Bare as the day she was born, everything was smooth and tanned. There was no hair, either because nothing was yet growing, or because, like her sister, she shaved it off regularly. Still juvenile, it didn't look like much more than a tightly closed slit, even though her legs were spread and the lips were reddened and puffy looking. "Don't forget, Richard, I want a thorough job, just like my sister got." Having a quick look around, seeing if there was any escape or any mercy, he found none. Caitlin was staring avidly, eyes fixed on what he was doing, a look of wide-eyed wonder on her face. Brenda was still smiling, still watching through half-lidded eyes. Exhaling loudly, he mentally gave in. With one hand, he stroked her legs and thighs. The other hand went straight for her slit. Delicately and carefully, he opened her up with two fingers, and inserted the tip of a third into her hole. She was already quite wet. He began a steady rhythm, sliding the tip of one digit in and out of her vagina, while gently rubbing her clit with another. The smell was intoxicating, mixing the light coconutty scent of lotion with sweat and pre-teen arousal. Vicky pulled up both knees, spread her legs as wide as she could, and stretched her arms up over her head. Almost immediately, she began rolling her hips and moaning softly. He played with her pussy lips by stroking and rubbing them. He played with her clit by rolling it around with the tip of a finger. He then played with her mind by tickling her ribs. She jumped and squealed loudly. "No fair! You're not supposed to do that!" Richard could see that Caitlan was barely holding back her laughter, and he heard some snorts from Brenda, who was behind him. Vicky grabbed the hand he tickled her with and held it tightly to her chest. She didn't want a repeat of that trick. He kept fondling her pussy with his other hand, which slowly calmed her down, then started her moaning again. As her breathing got heavier, his stroking got faster and firmer. "Keep going. Keep going! Oh! OH!" She climaxed with a long, wavering moan, pinching her legs together and pushing her hips hard up into Richard's moving hand. Finally, she lay still. His hand and her crotch were both soaked with her lubrications. When Richard looked up, he saw Caitlan was flushed and slowly wriggling about. He walked over to his lounger, took a drink, and wiped himself off with a towel. "Riiiiich. Oh, Riiiiiich. Could you do me a big favour? Pleeeease?" He thought about it for a good couple of seconds, picturing his sister's bare pussy (Vicky insisted that she shave too), her more-than-a-handful breasts, her perfect legs, round bottom, hips, and narrow waist, before he said "No way!" "Oh, but Riiiich, all I want is the number fifteen sunblock. Is that such a big deal?" Blushing again, he retrieved what she wanted from Brenda's bag and tossed it to her. He didn't want to get too close, just in case. "Thanks, Rich. What did you think I wanted when you said no so loud?" "I think I can guess," injected Vicky. "His mind was in the gutter." "Sorry, brother dear," said Caitlin, "but Vicky's doing me. And Vicky, I'm ready for you to do a thorough job." "No problem." Laying down, he watched over top of Brenda's shoulder as Vicky started oiling down his sister. He watched her do her shoulders, her back, her ass, and her legs. Then he watched her do her chest and breasts, her waist and sides, her hips, and her legs. Like him, Vicky avoided the centre until last. Richard listened to his sister's faint whimpers and cries as Vicky sucked on her nipples, opened her vaginal lips, and slid a finger inside. Imagining himself in Vicky's place was a pleasant torture. Needing some relief himself, he began stroking his cock. None of the girls noticed. Caitlin had her eyes closed, Vicky had her face hovering just above Caitlin's pussy, where her hands were quite busy, and Brenda was watching those two, facing away from Richard. The only sounds that could be heard were Caitlin's breathy whines and a bird somewhere off in the distance. He made no sound, despite the fact that he was close to exploding. Brenda was also being silent, he noticed, even though her elbow was moving up and down rather rapidly and her hand had to be somewhere in the vicinity of her crotch. It wasn't long before his sister started gasping and arching her back. When she grabbed Vicky's hands and started pumping her hips up and down, he exploded, sending several long streams of his essence out onto the grass. Caitlin and he collapsed at almost the same instant, both totally spent. Seconds later, Brenda moaned and lay back, her breathing fast and shallow. Vicky kissed her lover, had her fingers licked clean, then went and lay down. Summoning up a little strength, Richard raised his head and looked over at the girls. All three were coated with a sheen of sweat, all three were breathing deeply, all three were laying back with arms and legs splayed wide, and all three were flushed with arousal and their recent activities. He knew he probably looked no better than they did. Smiling a wry smile, he shook his head and let his head drop. That's when the back door opened. Four pairs of eyes turned to look. Three pairs of legs snapped shut. Mary was standing in the doorway, an unreadable expression on her face. Caitlin, her eyes open wide with shock, turned and looked at Vicky. Vicky turned and looked at Brenda. Brenda turned and looked at Richard. Richard simply looked back at Brenda. All four then turned and looked at Mary again. She, in her turn, looked at Brenda, then Vicky, then Caitlin, and then Richard, pointedly running her gaze up and down each of their naked bodies. A long moment passed, one where nobody seemed to breathe, and all sound and motion seemed to stop. Mary took a deep breath, exhaled, and looked off into the distance before speaking. "It is a perfect day for sunbathing, isn't it. I think I'll join you. I'll be out in a few minutes." She then turned and walked back into the house. Caitlin turned and looked at Vicky, who then turned and looked at Brenda, who turned and looked at Richard, who just stared back. Nobody dared say anything. It seemed to them like an eternity before Mary came back out of the house. She was dressed in a long, pink, fluffy robe. Picking the only empty lounger left, she undid her sash, removed her robe and lay it out over the cushions, then stretched out on her stomach, looking away from the others. Richard stared. It was the first time he'd seen Mary naked. Even after two children, she was fit, trim, and good looking. Her breasts were moderate sized double handfuls, maybe a little larger than Caitlin's, her hips were wider and her legs a little fuller, but she was nicely proportioned. He thought her a beautiful lady. Brenda was right, he thought. There were no tan lines. He also saw, before she lay down, that she shaved completely, just like Brenda. "Richard," Mary said, still looking away from them, "could you do me a favour? Please?" "S-sure," he replied. "What would you like?" "Could you please bring over the number fifteen sunblock?" He went and retrieved it from where Vicky had dropped the bottle and took it to Mary. "Here you go." "Thank you, Richard. But could I possibly persuade you to do me?" He blinked once or twice, strange thoughts running through his overheated brain, before he said "Pardon?" "Would you do me, please? Spread on some lotion?" She was still facing away from them, so nobody could tell from her expression what she was thinking. Without saying anything, he squirted some of the liquid into his hands and rubbed them together to warm it before starting to rub it into her shoulders. Nobody else moved or spoke, simply exchanging worried glances and wondering what Mary had seen and heard. He was almost done with her back, his hands approaching her buttocks, before she spoke again. "Oh, and Richard?" she said. "Yes?" he asked. "Make sure you do a thorough job." ********************************************************************** <> Hope you enjoyed reading these scenes as much as I did writing them. <> -- +--------------' 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> /