Message-ID: <7039eli$9801061711@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "ass.reposter" Subject: RP. by REQ: Brenda - a Love Story (Best stories from my archive) [3/3] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: somogy1@hotmail.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="BRENDLOV.TXT" Content-Disposition: inline; filename="BRENDLOV.TXT" X-Original-Message-ID: <34B0EB61.1C81@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: [continued] Subject: BOMBADIL: "Brenda - A Love Story" 7/9 From: Shelby Bush Date: 11 Apr 1997 14:51:10 GMT -------- 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?) Subject: BOMBADIL: "Brenda - A Love Story" 8/9 From: Shelby Bush Date: 11 Apr 1997 15:00:57 GMT -------- Brenda - A Love Story [ M/f f/f ] by Tom Bombadil (c) Aug 1996 Chapter 8 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 - More peeking, the pact, a quiet talk, a nightmare, a noisy dinner, and a long talk. ********************************************************************** When Richard got to the top of the stairs, it was quiet. Caitlin's door was still open a bit. Despite trying to fight against the urge, he ended up tiptoeing over and looking through into his sister's bedroom anyway. He knew better, he knew it was wrong, but right then, he couldn't help himself. The two girls were in almost the same position he saw them in before. Caitlin had moved down on the bed a bit and was resting her head on Vicky's shoulder. He could see Vicky's face, and her pussy. Both girls seemed to be asleep, breathing slowly and steadily. Richard froze, then stepped back from the door as Caitlin shifted a bit. Her right leg moved a little lower on Vicky's thigh, and her left leg moved farther left, exposing even more of her virgin snatch to Richard. Her right hand moved down to Vicky's naked pussy, cupping it, hiding it from his sight - not doing anything, just looking like it belonged there. When neither girl moved again, Richard stepped forward to take another good look. His cock was filling out again, staring at those two illicit bodies, the danger and immorality of what he was doing adding to the thrill. After he stared for a few more minutes, trying to memorize every curve, nook, and fold of Caitlin's ass and crotch, he turned and walked into his room to change. "Okay, Caitlin, he's gone now," whispered Vicky. "You sure?" "Yep. He got a real good look at us, too." "God, I feel so embarrassed! I showed off everything to my brother!" "Yep. I betcha you'll do it some more, too." "Oh god, child, what are you doing to me? I feel so depraved!" "It's a thrill, isn't it?" "Yes! And you're gonna make me do it again, aren't you." "Uh huh. Over and over and over." "God, I'm blushing again! I don't know what you're doing to me, but I'm not the same person I was three days ago. You're corrupting me!" "Yeah. Don't it feel good though? Now shush, don't move. I think I hear footsteps." "Oh, God!" Several minutes later, Vicky spoke in a very quiet whisper "He's baaaaack." Richard was just finishing up dressing when Brenda came in. She dropped her towel and dragged him down for a long, passionate kiss. "Mmmm. You taste good after you shower. Need help gettin' dinner ready?" "Probably not. Why?" "I'm gonna go visit Vicky and Caitlin. Call if you need me." "I think they're asleep. I haven't heard anything from them since I came upstairs." "That's okay. I'll wake 'em up." Richard went out the door, intending to go straight downstairs. Somehow, he just couldn't resist another peek. The two of them were in the same position, giving Richard lots to look at. He stared for a another minute or two, still not quite believing how beautiful his sister looked. Then he went downstairs. Brenda got dressed quickly, then waited a minute just to be safe. She opened the door and, not spotting Richard, went straight into Caitlin's room. Seeing them lying on the bed, almost completely exposed, was a small thrill in itself. They really did look like they were sleeping. In a loud whisper, Brenda said "Okay you two, you can knock it off now. He's downstairs making supper." Caitlin and Vicky rolled over, Vicky behind Caitlin, slipping an arm around her waist and kissing her on the neck. "If he saw what I just did, he got a real eyeful. Well, did he?" Vicky grinned. "Twice." Caitlin blushed furiously. "This is really embarrassing. I don't think I can look at him now without blushing." Vicky whispered in her ear. "Just remember what he looked like, lying there, sweat pouring off him, his cock buried in my sister's throat. That'll settle you down. You'll be too hot to be embarrassed." "I hope so. Though I'll probably be hot and embarrassed." ********************************************************************** Dinner was a bit subdued. Richard and Brenda were both tired out, as were Caitlin and Vicky. Most of the conversation took place between Mary and Will. Caitlin kept blushing at the strangest times. Everyone enjoyed the steaks, salads, baked potatoes and rolls. When dinner was done, they all retired to the living room, the adults (and Caitlin) sipping on beer, and the girls drinking sodas. The rules they finally agreed to were simple. - Nobody outside of that room was to know about either relationship. - No making out anywhere where they could be found out. - Nothing was not to interfere with anyone's schoolwork or homework. - All three girls were to maintain a normal social life away from home. - The girls current curfews were to be strictly maintained, unless over at Richard's, and they were to sleep alone on school nights. - Proper privacy codes were to be maintained in both houses, IE no barging in without knocking or being invited. If anything else came up, they would have another meeting to discuss it. Everyone was tired, except Mary and Will, so they closed down early. Vicky had a long, whispered conversation with Caitlin, during which both blushed several times. Finally their guests went home, leaving Richard and Caitlin alone. They stayed in the living room, staring out the window at the moonlit beach, saying nothing for the longest time. "Rich, do you think what we're doing is wrong?" They stared out at the moonlit beach, saying nothing for a while. "I don't think I had much choice, wrong or not. I'm in love with Brenda, and she made me realize it. I don't know if what Brenda feels is love or not, but she and her mother both think it is. I'm now hers for as long as she wants me." They stared out at the moonlit beach, saying nothing for a while. "I don't know what it is between me and Vicky. There is a spark, but it's not love. Maybe we both just need someone really really bad. I don't think I'm hurting her or corrupting her, because she's the one taking the lead. It's been her pushing me up until now. I feel a bit confused." "You're going to have some time alone now to think this through, with Vicky being grounded. You'll have to decide for yourself whether or not to continue. I certainly can't preach to you on moral grounds." "I know. I'll have to make up my mind about what I want to do now. First Angie, now this. My life has become complicated." They stared out at the moonlit beach, saying nothing for a while. "Caitlin, Brenda did something that surprised me today." She blushed a bright red, glad the room was dark and Richard was looking out the window. She wondered if he was referring to the same 'surprise' Brenda had mentioned. "What did she do?" "She looked into your room while you two were, uh, well, busy." "You mean she watched us while we were having sex." By then they were both blushing. "Well, yes. It was a bit shocking, and very embarrassing. I made her give me a promise. I couldn't get her to promise not to look anymore, but she did promise that if either of you told her to get out and stay out, she would. Now I want you to tell her that." He was feeling more than a little guilty about bringing the subject up, especially after the thrill he'd experienced staring at them doing nothing. He knew it wasn't right, and was determined to stop Brenda from spying on them. And, said a small part of his mind, to stop himself as well. They stared out at the moonlit beach, saying nothing for a while. "Caitlin? Well?" "I can't promise I'll do that, Rich. Not right now. Not until I decide whether I stay with Vicky. If we separate, I'll tell her. If we stay together, well ..." "Well, what?" "If we stay together, it will be Vicky's choice to keep Brenda out, not mine." "Caitlin, you're an adult. Vicky is eleven years old. What do you mean it will be her choice?" "Rich, from what I gather, Brenda is still a virgin. She's learned a lot from watching her parents, but until now has never experienced real sex." "Yes. And how did you know about her watching her parents?" "Vicky told me. They don't keep secrets. Vicky's been watching too. My point is that as far as the bedroom goes, you two are equals, but you, Rich, control things because you're older and more experienced. If Brenda is doing something she wants to, you let her, but you still have control." "That about covers it. Have you three been talking behind my back?" "Not much, just enough to give me the clues I needed. It's not the same with me and Vicky. I'm the beginner, the freshman, needing to be led by the hand. Vicky is far more experienced, and is in charge of what we do in the bedroom. It's her choice. If we carry on, she will have control, and that frightens me." "Caitlin, she's eleven years old. How much experience can she have?" "Richard, Vicky has already lost two lovers, both girls who she cared for. The last one was two months ago, and it left her with a big hole in her heart. She's had most of a year of constant caring and attention from one or the other of them, and then nothing for two months. She is only eleven years old, but how many of your college friends can claim to have had this much pain?" "This ... I had no idea. It happened right under my nose and I didn't see anything. I thought she was a sweet, innocent kid." "She still is in most ways. And don't feel guilty about not knowing. She managed to hide it from her parents and her sister too. Even though she tells me they don't keep secrets." They stared out at the moonlit beach for a while, saying nothing. "I guess that's part of the reason you're having such a hard time deciding. It still doesn't tell me why you let Vicky take control." "Richard, I didn't *let* Vicky have control. She took it away from me, right from the beginning, minutes after I walked into their place. She decided she wanted me, and she took me. I guess it's a personality thing. That girl is much more certain of herself than I am. She's more daring, more experienced and more knowledgeable. It's scary." "Caitlin, you make it sound like Vicky's going to take over your life, like she could make you do anything." "No, it's not like that. I'm still me, and I decide what I do and what's right for me. Vicky controls us, together, what we do and don't do. That's part of why it's so thrilling to be with her. I'm not in control." "You'd better be careful then. Those two little vixens are pretty wild. No telling what they're capable of." "You don't have to tell me. I already know." They stared out at the moonlit beach for a while, saying nothing. Eventually one, then the other, went to bed. ********************************************************************** It was Wednesday morning. Richard woke up, bright and early, stretched, and went to the washroom. Brenda had been over the night before, but they'd simply sat together on the couch, lights out, sometimes talking, watching the sun set and the stars come out. They shared two colas and, later, a glass of wine. By the end of the evening, he was getting used to her body leaning against his, the feel of her waist and shoulders, her warmth, the sound of her voice, and the faint yet distinctive smell of her. It had been difficult to send her home. With his usual morning hard-on tenting out the front of his shorts, he decided to put on his robe. Stepping into the hall, he heard the toilet flush and decided to wait rather than go downstairs. Caitlin came out a few seconds later, shocking Richard. He could only stand there and stare, jaw flapping but with no words coming out. She was wearing a very revealing, semi-transparent negligee. It looked wonderful on her gorgeous body. Reaching up and pulling his head down, she pressed her body into his, and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then headed off to her bedroom. "Mornin' Rich." She closed her door before he could react. There were tingles in his chest where her nipples had pushed in. He closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and went into the bathroom. 'No, I don't think I'm ever gonna get used to this.' ********************************************************************** 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 that time she was wearing a nightshirt, he was glad to see, short and revealing though it was. She walked over and sat on the bed. He could see that she had been crying. "I had a nightmare. About Angie. Then about Vicky. It was horrible!" She started crying again, quietly yet painfully. Richard sat up and gathered her in his arms, just like he had many times before when he still lived with their parents. It was him she came to back then, with her tears and nightmares, rather than their Mom and Dad, because he understood her fears and her pain. Of course, she was seventeen now, rather than eleven. There was a definite difference in the body he was holding. "Please hold me. Please. I don't want to be alone." He held her until her tears stopped, until she was almost asleep. "Time to go back to bed now, Caitlin." "No, please, 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. Mind hazy with sleep, he rolled into her and nuzzled the back of her neck. Without conscious thought, his arm curled over his sister's waist, hugging her closer to him. His hand found one of her breasts and he cupped it with his palm. He drifted back into unconsciousness. He woke again when Caitlin started to stir. Finally properly awake, he realized the position he was in, spooned up behind his sister. Becoming quite embarrassed by the intimate nature of his embrace, he immediately rolled away. The arm around the waist wasn't so bad. It was the hand holding her breast, his lips almost kissing the back of her neck, and his usual morning hard-on tenting his shorts and pressing into the crack of Caitlin's ass that made his face glow. Expecting her to be upset at those intimate contacts, he was totally unprepared for what came next. Instead of jumping from the bed and leaving his room, she rolled over, sliding into the crook of his arm. Resting her head on the flat of his shoulder just beside his neck, she stretched out full length beside him, one arm wrapped around his torso in a loose hug. It took him totally by surprise. If it wasn't his sister, and if he hadn't committed to Brenda, that would have been heaven. He was feeling trapped and helpless, enjoying the feel of her body, her warm breath on his neck, her breasts with their hard nipples pressing into his chest and side, and ... 'Oh god' he thought. Her night dress had ridden high while she slept and her naked lower belly and crotch were pressed into his thigh. She wasn't wearing panties - he could tell, because her thatch of pussy hair was tickling him. "Caaaty. Oh, Caaaatyyyyy. Time to get up now." "Mmmnn ... no ... tired ... " Sighing, he resigned himself to this fate. Guiltily, he realized he liked the feel of his sister's body pressed up against him just as much as he enjoyed Brenda's. It was so much illicit pleasure for both, one being a barely pubescent thirteen, offering herself completely, body and soul to him, the other being his fully-formed nearly-adult sister, untouchable, yet sending incestuous thoughts and feelings through his body. Very much aware of her body beside him, he could feel each breath she took, both from the rise and fall of her bosom, and from the warmth of her breath on his neck and chest. It wasn't long before he sensed she'd fallen back to sleep. He just lay there, enjoying the touch and intimacy, knowing he shouldn't let it happen. After a while, without really thinking about it, he began to caress his sister, her hair, shoulder, arm, waist, and naked lower back, whatever his trapped arm could reach. As time passed, he became lost in his own little imaginary world. It was with difficulty that he came back to reality when Caitlin began to stir again. "Mmmmm, feels good." He noticed his hand was caressing her, seemingly detached from the rest of him, but definitely sending back the feel of her body. His member was still hard at attention, and jerked a little when she kissed him lightly on the neck. She seemed to be enjoying his attentions. "Thanks, Rich. That was the best night's sleep I've had in ages. But I guess it's time to get up. I'm hungry." With that, she threw back the covers and rolled out of bed. He caught glimpses of her naked pussy, hips, and ass as she rolled out of bed and stood up, letting her night dress fall and cover her nudity. It would have been difficult for her to miss his raging hard-on pushing up the front of his boxers and the covers, yet she never said anything - she just padded out the door in her bare feet. He listened to her footsteps head along the hall and down the stairs. Looking at her without blushing would be difficult, he knew, especially with her still wearing the same flimsy garment. "No, I'm never gonna get used to this." He jacked off quickly to a hard and shuddering climax, remembering the feel of her body against his. ********************************************************************** That evening, returning from his part-time job, he found his sister seated on the couch staring out the window. The TV was on, barely audible, and was being completely ignored. She was wearing a light silk blouse with no bra, and a full, loose skirt. With her sitting cross-legged, he could picture exactly what was on display under her skirt. There was little imagination needed to see what was under her blouse. They exchanged greetings and small talk for a while before Richard noticed how distant her mind really was. She was still staring out the window. "Caitlin, what's wrong?" She sighed and took a few deep breaths before answering. "I need Vicky." "Does this mean you've made up your mind?" "Yes." "Any reasons for this decision? Anything you'd like to share with your big brother? Like why?" "No. I just need her. For now, for a while, that's all I know. I'm so lonely. I don't know what I would have done if you weren't here for me, Rich." It was always difficult for him to express his feelings for his sister. He had to be careful in what he said, with her in such a vulnerable state. "Caitlin, you know I've always been there for you, and I always will be. You're my sister, and I love you." There it was, carefully worded so she could accept it however she wanted. He leaned over the back of the couch and gave her a hug from behind, also giving her a chaste kiss on her cheek. He liked the feel of her body, especially when she reached up behind her head and wrapped her arms around his neck. She apparently liked it too, because it was a while before she let him go. "I think I'll go next door for a while. Will you be okay on your own?" "Yeah, I'll be fine." She was honoring the terms of Vicky's grounding to the letter. Not being invited directly by Mary or Will, she was staying away. A few hours later he was back. She'd made dinner, eaten hers, left his to warm in the oven, and was back on the couch staring out the window. Sensing her mood, he brought his dinner and two beers out to the living room and sat beside her on the couch to eat. He ate and she drank quietly. It wasn't until he was finished and they were both working on their third beer that he gave her the news. "We're going out for dinner tomorrow." "Oh. Okay. Thank you." "The four of us." "Four?" "You, me, Brenda, and Vicky. They'll be spending the weekend here." She was all over him in an instant, knees straddling his thighs, planting a big wet kiss on his mouth, then hugging him close. He hugged back, accepting her actions as normal sisterly gratitude. "Rich, you're the best big brother in the whole world." He held onto her until he felt an un-brotherly bulge growing in his pants. She was slowly rocking back and forth while holding him. It was impossible for him to ignore the feel of her hardening nipples and the heat from her groin on his lap. She let go reluctantly when he disengaged and moved her back to the corner of the couch. ********************************************************************** It was Friday, late afternoon, and the four of them were trying to decide where to go for dinner. His suggestions, one for a fine italian restaurant, and one for a cozy little greek place famous for it's squid, were met with enthusiastic cat-calls - "Boo! Hiss!" "Yech! No way!" "Uh Uh. Nope" "Maybe next time." They ended up going someplace he'd only heard about and never been to. It was a kid's pizza parlor, with games, play areas, amusements, an animated animal band, and hordes of kids screaming and laughing and running all over the place. It was not the type of romantic dinner he'd been thinking about. He felt more like a father treating his three kids to a day at the fair. Three kids? Yep. Caitlin was in there with the best of 'em, keeping up with both Brenda and Vicky. At least the pizza was above average, definitely better than he thought it would be. Later that evening, they sat in his living room. Vicky and Caitlin were curled up together in the easy chair sharing a beer (Caitlin talked Richard into letting Vicky have some), and Brenda was curled up in Richard's lap on the couch, sharing some wine. It wasn't long before the two girls went upstairs. Richard thought he'd better tell his, uh, fiancee? what went on with his sister the other night, before she found out some other way. He explained what happened and then, with her prodding, actually let her know about everything he was feeling about it too, the illicit desire he had, the mixed emotions, the conflict between seeing her beautiful body and knowing it was his sister, and knowing he was committed to Brenda. She took it all in with simple nods and uh-huhs, never looking or acting shocked or surprised, and not condemning him in the least. When all the talking was over, they sat there for a few minutes, wrapped in each other's arms. "I love you, Richard." "I love you too, Brenda" "It's time for me to go have a serious talk with our sisters. I'll be back down later." She climbed off his lap and trotted up the stairs. He stared at her gorgeous, tight, not-so-little-girl ass as she went. An hour later, nervous as hell, he had to go see what was going on. Opening Caitlin's door, he poked his head through. What he saw made him blush. All three were sitting cross-legged on the bed, in a circle, heads bent together. Brenda was fully clothed and the other two were completely naked. His sister blushed, but made no move to cover herself. Vicky seemed oblivious to her state of dress. "Scram. This is girl talk." He shut the door quickly and went back downstairs. It was another half-hour and two glasses of wine later when Brenda came back down stairs. She appropriated his newly-filled wineglass and sat on the couch, leaning against him. His arm automatically reached around to hold her. Several sips of wine later she spoke. "Did you know Caitlin's been having nightmares?" "She mentioned having them the night she came to my room." "No. She's been having nightmares every night since that scene with Angie's father, except when she was with you or Vicky." "Every night?" "Yes. You wouldn't believe how tired she is. Did you know that you're the only person she has left that she feels close to? That can understand her?" "What about our mother and father? And our sister?" "Do they know anything about what's been happening to her? No. Who's been there for her at night all her life? You have. You took her in, no questions asked when she needed you. You didn't judge her when she told you about Angie. You're not upset with her now because of Vicky. Is there anybody else, except maybe Angie, who could accept what she's done without blame or pity?" It was difficult for him to imagine her speaking about this to anyone, especially their parents, remembering what happened after their sister was raped. It had been ugly. "No, I can't think of anyone, especially our relatives. But what about Vicky?" "Those two need each other right now, but it's not the same thing. They've known each other for a week. She's known you all her life. You're the only really stable thing she has. If you pushed her away, it would be terrible for her." "What do you think I should do?" "Comfort her when she comes to you. Accept what she offers. Don't feel guilty, because she needs your comfort and affection. Don't make her feel guilty about asking for it, either. She knows that I'm yours and you're mine, and she can't get between us unless you let her. I have enough faith in you that you won't let it happen, even though she is a gorgeous lady." "Brenda, you know if something happened, it would change the way things are around here." "You mean they haven't changed a lot in the last week?" She laughed at that, a nice clear little-girl laugh. It lightened the mood and his heart. "Aren't you going to be jealous?" "Of course. I already am jealous. But think about what it would be like for Vicky and Caitlin if you forced her away from here. I wouldn't want that to happen. Besides, your sister will get better with enough love and attention. And Vicky plans on providing lots of both. But she can't be over here all the time or most nights. That's when your sister will need you." "If that's the way you want it to be, I'll go along with it. I do love my sister, but I love you too, and don't want to hurt either of you. There's no way for me to stop feeling guilty, because I would feel like I'm cheating on you, even if it's only a warm kiss with my sister." "Just as long as you don't let her know you feel guilty about it. She feels bad enough already, even though I told her it would be okay. So, like I said, comfort her when she comes to you and accept what she offers. I've given her limits and she's accepted them." "Do I get to know what they are?" "Nope. You'll just have to tell me all about everything that happens, so I know if she steps over the line." "Hey, waitaminit. Is that feeding into your voyeurism?" "My what?" "Voyeurism. Peeking. What you do to your mom and dad and our sisters." "Could be. I'll never tell. Besides, they both know I'll worm every detail out of you anyway. So they'll both be careful." Finishing off the wine and putting the glass on the table, she turned and straddled his thighs, her crotch on his lap, and began hugging and kissing him, rocking back and forth, rubbing her pantied pussy against the erection forming in his pants. After a few minutes of that attack on his person, he broke off for some air. "Mffph. Now what are you after?" A couple of quick kisses later, still rocking on his now-hard cock, she answered. "I do have one more teeeeensy little problem I need your help with." " Now what?" "We-el, it's something only you can help me with, and I think we should be upstairs in bed. Here would be okay too, but it might not be as comfortable." "Let me guess. You're horny as hell and you want me to do you again?" He was smiling a big shit-eating grin as he said that. "Not quite. You see, even after going to bed with you all those times, I still seem to be sort-of, well, I guess you could say, maybe, like, uh, a ... virgin?" He became serious, looking into her eyes, trying to see the answers he was looking for. "Are you ready for this? You know it only ever happens once, so you have to be sure." She became serious, and looked him back in the eye. "Richard, you are the man for me, the man I'm gonna marry, the man I love. You are the only person I would ever give this gift to." A big grin stole over her face. "Besides, how else can we really start fucking?" His mouth moved up into a half-smile. "Brenda! Such language for a young lady! I'm ... I'm shocked!" A full smile took over. "But I guess if you're really sure, we should go upstairs and, um, fuck." "I'm sure." "All right, let's do this properly. Grab the rest of the wine and a couple of glasses, I'll get some towels and stuff and meet you in my bedroom." ********************************************************************** << End of chapter 8>> Next chapter - Pop goes the cherry. (Ooooh. Wow! Is it really gonna happen? Stay tuned ...) Subject: BOMBADIL: "Brenda - A Love Story" 9/9 From: Shelby Bush Date: 11 Apr 1997 15:07:07 GMT -------- Brenda - A Love Story [ M/f f/f ] by Tom Bombadil (c) Aug 1996 Chapter 9 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 - pop goes the cherry ********************************************************************** Brenda was already there when Richard arrived, stripped and under the covers, the wine and glasses placed on the nightstand. "My, aren't we the eager beaver. A body would think you were anxious or something." She just smiled her cute, innocent, little-girl smile at him. "Who, me?" Seeing him put a tube of something on the nightstand, she asked what it was. "It's K-Y jelly. It's a lubricant. I think we should use some this first time because you are a virgin and you will be very tight. It might mean less discomfort for you." "Have you ever, uh, done a virgin before?" "Once, when I was much younger. It was messy, painful, and very unsatisfying for both of us. I think I've learned a lot since then." "Will it hurt much?" "If we do it right, not much, and not for long. You'll feel it, but might not care about the pain." "How do you know, if you've only ever done one before?" "Virgins are a rather scarce commodity, usually disappearing between fourteen and eighteen. I normally prefer ladies a little older than that, present company excepted. I learn by reading stories and journals and by listening to guys and girls talking about their first time. Very few of the girls are really happy about how they had their cherries popped. But don't worry. I think this will be memorable, for both of us." During their talk, he had stripped nude, poured two glasses of wine, and climbed into bed. Fluffing up a pillow, he put it behind him and sat up against the headboard. Pulling her up to sit on his lap with her back to his chest, he handed her one of the glasses of wine and took the other for himself. "Sip it slowly. Take your time. We've got all night." He began to gently caress her body, her thighs, the tops of her legs, her belly, and finally her chest and breasts. They were small, probably an 'A' cup, but very firm, with puffy quarter-sized aureoles topped with little-girl nipples, which were getting very hard. Very gently he massaged her breasts, touching and toying with her nipples, playing with them with the tips of his fingers. He was also nuzzling her hair and occasionally kissing her neck and shoulders. She smelled wonderful, and the feel of her soft skin was like that of fine silk, sensuous and supple. Her naked bottom and back, pressing against his balls and cock, were having the desired effect as well. He was now quite stiff. The two glasses of wine earlier and the one she was drinking now were doing their job, reducing her apprehension and nervousness. She was still a touch scared, but knew she wanted it and was relaxing now that she knew it would happen. It helped knowing Richard was willing to take his time and make it good for her. His touching and kissing also felt really nice. Getting her to slide down a little and spread her legs out on either side of his, he began to tease her pussy. This had more of an effect on her. Gulping the rest of her wine, she went to grab at his cock. Letting her do this, he put both glasses back on the nightstand. There wasn't much she could do, holding his cock behind her back, but the touch of her hands was nice and cool on his overheated member. Soon he was more serious about playing with her pussy, running his fingers up and down the outside of her cleft, along the edges of her lips, and down the furrow between pussy and thigh. He alternated between toying with her nipples and massaging her breasts with his other hand. Now she let go of his cock and melted back into him, breathing faster, rubbing her own legs and inner thighs to counterpoint his fingers. Delving into her slot, he lubricated one, then two, then three fingers with her fluids. They began to slide up and down inside her cleft, sometimes touching her anus, or sliding over her hole, or brushing against her clit. Each of these brought a fresh gasp from her, making her breathe faster, almost to the point of panting. He could feel little shivers and ripples running over her stomach, down her back, and along her legs. Letting out a long groan of pleasure, she arched her back and twisted around to kiss him hard on the lips, pushing her tongue into her lover's mouth and letting him taste her. Whimpering, she released his mouth and slid a little farther down his lap, arching up her hips and pulling back her knees so her legs pointed out almost sideways to his. Now her hands were rubbing her inner thighs, just outside her pussy lips, occasionally sliding down to fondle her own ass, grabbing and releasing her cheeks. Sweat was beginning to bead up on her lip, her forehead, her chest. He let the tip of one finger slide into her hole, causing her to gasp and whine, speeding up her hands. When he pulled his fingers away from her slot, she whined and whimpered. He made her suck and lick every finger clean before he started again. This time he wasn't going to stop until she climaxed, her first for the night. Her juices were flowing freely. He was startled by how much she produced, considering that she was a thirteen year old virgin. Lubing up the fingers of both hands, he began a slow fuck with the tip of one finger. Placing the middle finger of his other hand into her slot and the adjacent fingers outside on either side, he used them to rub and fondle her lips, clit, and other sensitive spots. It wasn't long before she was gasping for air, rubbing furiously on her inner thighs with both hands, almost touching his hands inside her pussy. She came then, with a long indrawn breath and a shuddering exhalation. There was very little movement, but he could feel her muscles spasming from her neck to her ass, and could see her thighs and calves tensing and releasing as waves of pleasure washed through her body. It looked to be a long, gentle climax, extended by his continued attention to her hole and her clit. Her hands had stopped and grabbed her ass, pulling her hips up higher and giving him better access to (and a really good look at) her whole cunt. After several deep breaths followed by long, whiney exhales, she grabbed his hands to stop his movements. She was done, for now. "Did you enjoy that?" "You always do me good. Lots better than I do me." "I'm glad. Just relax and feel good for a while." Leaving his finger inside her hole, he removed his other hand and cupped her pussy with the first one. She sighed and relaxed her legs together a little, letting her arms drop to the bed. He kissed the top of her head and hugged her. Eventually she rolled over and kissed him. "Is it time yet?" "Nope. You're gonna do me now." "But I want you to come inside me!" "Don't worry. Once I get inside that wonderful pussy of yours, I'll fill you so full it'll come out your ears. Besides, if I tried to do it right now, I'd probably squirt before you were half-way done. My balls need to be drained a bit so I don't cum too soon." "Okay, if you say so. But if you don't do it right tonight, I'll be mad!" " Yes, dear." Brenda laughed at this, hearing him talk like an old married man, like her dad did sometimes when her mom was being bossy. She did a wonderful job on him, using hands, mouth, tongue and lips, teasing him, tickling and playing with his balls, running up and down his member with her tongue, nibbling with her lips, sometimes sucking him right down her throat, bringing him to the edge several times before finally letting him cum. She pulled off at the last second and watched him erupt all over her tits and belly, sucking him back into her mouth to catch the last dribbles, draining him until he groaned in protest. Lying down beside him, she used his finger to play in the little puddles and rivulets of semen on her body, sometimes cleaning it with her mouth, sometimes making him clean it with his tongue. When it got cool enough to be noticed, she wiped herself clean with one of the towels. "Nice?" "Better than when I do it, that's for certain. You sure you haven't had any practice before me?" "Nope. None. I'm just a fast learner." "Well, you're already the best at that I've ever had, and you're still learning? God help me when you get to be really good." "Won't be nobody savin' ya from me, 'cause this thing's all mine!" She gave it a squeeze and a few strokes for good measure, and got a moan of protest from Richard. "Is it time yet?" "Aren't you impatient. We'll get there. First, let's get things arranged." Standing her up, he put some towels on the bed where she would be lying. Using the K-Y, he greased up his member and put a generous amount on the far corner of one of the towels for later use. After explaining what he was doing to Brenda, she jumped onto the bed, positioning herself carefully on the towels. When Richard when to turn her a little, she resisted, saying it felt right, just where she was. He wasn't about to argue. Lying down beside her, they kissed, and he began playing with her breasts and nipples again. Excited as she was, it wasn't long before she was hot and breathing hard. Moving down a little he sucked and tongued her breasts, pulling them almost entirely into his mouth and playing with the tips of her nipples, swishing them back and forth. Knowing what would be coming made her so hot, she almost came again right there. That mouth moved down her stomach, slowly licking and nibbling its way, through her belly-button and down to her vulva. Repositioning himself between her legs, he pressed her knees up and out, giving himself full access to her innermost parts. She tasted good right now, her juices flowing nicely. He used his tongue to push her fluids all over the inside of her slot, from her anus to the top of her mound. Then he used his tongue to tease and tantalize, running the tip up and down inside her, just missing her clit and her hole. Suddenly he plunged it deep inside her, until the tip of his tongue could just touch her hymen, then wiggled it to tickle her there. This made her jump and gasp. Her hips were now thrusting upwards, trying to get him deeper inside Pulling out just as quickly, he returned attention to her clit, licking his way there, and then all around it without giving her the satisfaction of touching it. When he figured she was nearing her peak, he scooped up a fingerful of K-Y and touched it to her hole. The sudden chill brought another gasp and a deep, full-body shiver. Her hip-thrusting resumed when he started sliding his finger into her hole, lubricating it with the jelly. When he pulled up to kneel in front of her, she looked up at him. "Now? You're gonna do it now?" "Yep." "Oh god, yes! Do me! Shove it inside, please! I want it NOW! Come on, bust me open! Come ON! FUCK MEEEEE!" Pulling her knees up beside her chest, she was now completely open to him. Lowering himself to his elbows, he kissed her once, quickly, on the lips. Holding himself on knees and one elbow, he positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her vagina. Just that faint touch sent shivers all through him, and through her. There was no need for any further lubrication, with her juices flowing freely and all the K-Y he used. He was in heaven. Taking deep, almost gasping breaths, he tried to relax a little so he could take his time and do it right. Pushing slowly but steadily, he began to open her up. Her eyes were open wide, staring sightlessly at the ceiling. Her entire world was centered upon her hole, where that huge cock was trying to get in. She could feel it pushing, stretching her, moving things around inside. His thing felt monstrous. For a few seconds she thought it would tear her wide open. But she had to have it inside her now, no matter what! Grunting and panting, she wiggled her hips to try and help that thing get inside her. Every tiny move and push filled her up more, stretched her farther, until finally the head popped inside. Both gasped at the same time, her from the sudden filling and stretching sensations, him from the unbelievable tightness and the silky smoothness of her vaginal walls. It was fantastic! He wanted to just pound into her, it felt that good. Breathing deeply, he relaxed again. He waited there for a while, watching her face, waiting for her to get used to the incredible feeling of fullness she had. It was several minutes before she was comfortable again, before the tightness and stretching stopped. It felt huge in there, but didn't hurt. There was an ache, but it was deep inside, the ache of wanting to be completely filled - and she wanted it now! Wiggling her hips and pumping them up and down gave Richard the signal to continue. He pushed in another quarter inch, causing them both to gasp again. "Oh, oh, that feels so gooood! You're so huge in there! Ohhhh, yes, put some more in, please! Fill me up!" He was a bit surprised at her vocal display, but not much. He shrugged it off. He certainly wasn't going to stop. What he didn't know was that this was more for their audience's benefit. There were two sets of eyes peering through the doorway, watching intently. Her loud cries when he was just going to start were their signal that it was happening. Following orders, Caitlin had oiled the hinges and handle, tightened all the screws, and practiced opening and closing his door until she could do it with no noise whatsoever. Brenda had positioned herself so the doorway got a three-quarter rear view of their activities, giving them an excellent ring-side seat. Both sets of eyes were wide open, mesmerized by the action in front of them, and both their jaws were open and slack. It was a sight they never believed they'd ever see, the deflowering of a virgin. A little at a time, he pushed in until he touched her hymen, that small flap of tissue that was so important to a young lady. Stopping and letting her get adjusted every time he pushed, she was opening up nicely and really enjoying this. "Oh, oh, oh, it feels sooooo gooood in there! No wonder mom does it so much! Ahhhhaiiiiiii, yesssssss!" Still fighting his urge to just ram it home, he pulled out until the head was just inside, then slid in until the head was touching her hymen again, repeating this for a few minutes. He stopped and left his cock resting against her hymen when it looked like she was about to cum, giving her time to come down a bit. It felt so tight and so silky smooth inside he needed to stop and rest too, or he would blow his nut early, spoiling everything. Maybe one blowjob wasn't enough for this. When they both calmed down a little, he gave a sudden lunge, surprising her and bursting through her virginity. "Ow! That hurt!" "Let me know when you feel better, I'll start moving inside you again. By the way, congratulations. You're not a virgin anymore." "Ooooo, I bet you say that to all the girls. Come on, start moving, I wanna fuck!" Moving slowly and carefully, he pulled back a little then moved forward again, pushing a little deeper each time. He saw the little winces of pain on her face, but each time he stopped, she said "No! Don't you dare stop! It feels too good! Give me more! Fill me up!" He kept at it until he was balls-deep inside her and was bumping up against her cervix with each thrust. He began to lengthen his stroke, concentrating hard on what he was doing, because if he lost his focus, he'd just jam his prick in her a couple of times and blow his wad deep inside. He really, really wanted her to cum first, but the feel of that tight virgin cunt on his cock was so fantastic it was very hard to hold back. She was in heaven. That was what fucking was all about, that feeling of utter fullness, of being filled over and over again, feeling him open her up, feeling his cock moving back and forth in there, bringing out sensations she never knew existed. There was still a little pain, but it was lost under the overwhelming tide of passion. Closing her eyes, she just gave in to the pleasure of having him fucking her, pushing up with her hips to meet his every downstroke. "Yes! Fuck me, ohh, fuck me, ohh yes, fuck me, pump me, fill me, ohh, don't ever stop, please, keep going, never stop, ohhh, it feels soooo gooood!" She was panting now, saying something with every second breath, not caring or thinking of her audience, just about getting filled and cumming. It was so close, she could taste it. It was Richard's turn. "Oh god, I'm gonna do it! I'm gonna cum in you! I'll fill you so full! Gohd yes! I'm cumming ... cumming ..." It was exquisite, that feeling, spurting into that tiny tight little hole just opened up for him. Nothing mattered right then except the feel of his cock slamming home inside that warm wet slippery fuck tube. He could feel his sperm splashing in there, squishing out and around his cock and dribbling down his balls. That little extra, him slamming home and squirting inside, was enough to send her over as well, her orgasm reaching up from deep within and grabbing her whole body. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before, starting from her groin and washing through every part of her, ripping out to her fingers and toes then washing back to implode in her center again, re-igniting even stronger with every thrust and twitch of that thing inside her. It was so incredibly powerful, she almost forgot to breathe, just gasping every once in a while between jolts. Only after Richard had completely drained himself, and stopped with his cock buried to the hilt, did she finally come down again. Her vagina kept spasming around his member, causing him to groan and shudder. It was enough to keep her just on the edge, until her body calmed down. When they both were breathing almost normally again, Brenda spoke. "Oh. Wow." Richard just smiled, still supporting himself just over top of her body, leaving himself deep inside her. The feel of that incredibly tight pussy was keeping him hard and ready, even after it had drained him dry. Behind him, the door closed silently, Caitlin's practice paying off. Two sets of feet tiptoed down the hall, into her room, and closed the door silently behind them. Caitlin turned to Vicky, eyes still wide, her face a mask of shock and disbelief, whispering, "Oh my god! That was un-be-lievable!" They climbed into bed together, under the covers, whispering excitedly about what they had just witnessed. Richard wrapped Brenda up in one arm and rolled over onto his back, pulling her on top of him, keeping his still-hard organ buried inside her. He pulled a pillow over for himself, and let his lover get comfortable on top of him, sliding her legs down beside his and resting her head on her arms on top of his chest. "That was a little better than my first one." "Richard, this was my one and only, and don't you forget it! Thank you, it was wonderful. Now I know why my mom likes fucking so much. If it's like this all the time, that's all I want to do for the rest of my life." "'Fraid I can't help you on that. I can only do it four or five times a day, maybe. And I need the odd day off." "If that's all I get out of you, then I guess I'll just have to settle for sex for half my life, the morning half and the evening half. I'll sleep and eat in the middle, somewhere." "God, I think I've created a monster. The creature that ate Richard alive! Aaaauuuggggg!" " Yeah, right. Like you wouldn't enjoy it at all, would you. Ooooo this thing inside me feels soooo goooood." "Well, it's there waiting for you if you want to use it." "I'm too tired to fuck anymore tonight. But I do want to try something my mom and dad do every once in a while." "What?" "Let's get ready to sleep first and then I'll tell you!" "More secrets?" "You'll find out soon enough." They got cleaned up, Brenda trotting off to the bathroom, holding a towel to her groin, totally unconcerned that she was still naked. Richard, shaking his head, cleaned himself up as much as possible with a towel, slipped on his boxers, then cleaned up the dribbles and drops of blood on the bed. Most of them had been caught by the towels, with only a few splashes of semen left to wipe up elsewhere. About ten minutes later they were cleaned up and back in bed, this time with the light out. "Now, what's this big secret thing you want us to do." "It's something my parents do once in a while, and mom looks like she absolutely adores it, so I gotta try it too! Richard, I want you to fuck me to sleep. Stick that thing of yours inside me and pump it in and out until either you cum or fall asleep." After Richard's initial objections, saying she'd be too sore, or he'd crush her, or she'd fall off him, or whatever, she explained what she wanted and how to do it. They lay in bed, on their sides, with her back to his front, knees bent, with her 'sitting' in his lap. He rubbed his cock up and down against her slit for a few seconds to get hard (that's all it took!) then greased his cock with K-Y again. Pushing into her pussy from the rear, it felt even tighter than before. She whimpered a bit at the first push, but then started wiggling and thrusting her hips to get him inside. Inch by inch his cock slid in. She was still full of his semen and a little of her blood, and she was once again producing lots of her own juice, so he went in fairly easily. There was a little pain when his cock crossed the remnants of her hymen, but she ignored it. This was just too good to stop. That wonderful stuffed feeling was back, and she never wanted to be empty again. The sensations his cock was sending to his brain were incredible. Each tiny thrust and wiggle of her hips pushed him deeper into that extremely tight just-opened cunt of hers. It was so smooth and silky in there, like no other pussy he'd ever been in. She was hot and wet. He could feel her juices leaking out around his cock, covering her ass and his balls. Finally his penetration was halted, as deep as he could get, with the end of his cock pressing firmly against her cervix. "Stop. Just ... just hold it in there for now. I like it in me like this, filling me up. It feels huge, but so nice. Hold me now, hug me close. Please Richard. I want to be right here in your arms when I wake up. With your cock in me." "If I can, I will. No guarantees, but I'll try." Sliding one arm under her head and her pillow, he wrapped the other around her torso, placing his hand on her chest between her breasts. She hugged his arm to her possessively, as though she would be holding it for the rest of her life. Even impaled as she was, ass in his lap, she was that much shorter than him that her head nicely fit under his chin. "Okay, start moving. Slower ... slower ... that's it ... now deeper ... a little deeper ... ouch! Not that far back, my hymen still hurts! Okay, keep going ... yeah, that feels good ... a little slower ... yeah, perfect. Just like that. Now just keep pumping 'till you cum or fall asleep." He was stroking about half-way out then all the way back in against her cervix, taking about ten seconds per stroke. He was resisting the urge to just bang away again, this being brought on by the sudden feelings of lust overtaking him, holding her naked teen body to him, his cock telling him that this was the best ever and just go for it. After a while he developed a nice, easy, relaxed pace and rhythm, close to what Brenda wanted, but not quite as long or as deep. He simply clenched his ass to push in, then relaxed to slide out. It was so effortless that way, he thought he really could do it all night. There was an end in sight, though, because the constant stimulation of her twat on his cock was driving him higher. He knew that eventually he could cum just doing that. She was enjoying herself as well, he noticed. With her 'sitting' in his lap, almost the full length of her body was pressed into him. Every once in a while he could feel different muscles in her body twitch and spasm, usually accompanied by a tiny squeak from her, and sometimes followed by her vagina grabbing his cock. The first few times that happened, he stopped and waited for her to let go, but after her impatient bum-wiggling told him to get back to work, he simply pushed through her grip. That invariably brought a long, whining sigh from her. About an hour after they started, he noticed that her muscle spasms and vaginal contractions were getting more frequent. All of a sudden her entire body convulsed once, then seized up, completely rigid, and she grabbed his arm, and his cock, in a death grip. Pushing through her clasping cunt as he was used to doing by then, he simply kept pumping. Her breathing was infrequent and gasping. After about a minute, she relaxed for a second, took a deep breath, then seized up again, throwing her head back against his chest. The third time she did it, he was worried enough that he stopped. She immediately wiggled her bum and squeaked out the words "don't stop", so he started again. Six or seven more times she did that, cumming long and deep, going completely rigid or wriggling very stiffly. Near the end, he was having to hold her tight to him, since she was jerking around enough to possibly pop right off his shaft. With several long breaths she relaxed, and whispered "don't stop" again. Her breathing evened out, becoming slower and deeper, and her grip on his arm loosened. He thought she was falling asleep, until he felt her inner muscles grab his cock. They grabbed, then released, then grabbed, then released, over and over, in time with his thrusts. 'She's milking me, for christ sake!' After all that buildup and watching her cum over and over again, it didn't take long for that familiar sensation to show up. His insides were tightening up, getting ready to fire deep inside her. He wanted it now and, apparently, so did she. He kept up that slow pace until that first jet was on its way, then he jammed his cock as far inside as it would go in one brutal thrust, shooting his seed tight against her cervix, trying to inject it straight into her womb. With each spurt he pulled half-way out then jammed home again, deep inside. Brenda's body tensed up with his first deep thrust, then seized up with the second, locked into another orgasm. Her breathing stopped after one deep gasp, not resuming until he finished pumping every drop of semen into her. When he finally finished, she started breathing again, long, deep lungfulls, catching up with her body's needs. This time when she relaxed, she melted completely, every muscle going limp. His cock was still insider her, but soft and shrunken. Even her tight pussy couldn't keep him hard forever. When he made a move to get up, thinking he should clean up, she clamped down on his arm with one hand, and reached around and grabbed his hip with the other, holding him in place, keeping his limp member inside her. She seemed completely indifferent to the semen leaking out of her pussy, covering her crotch and ass and his thighs and balls, and dripping onto the bed. She relaxed again when Richard did. He thought he heard a muffled and quiet "thank you", but wasn't really sure. She was soon asleep. Richard, tired out by his and her exertions, quickly followed. ********************************************************************** < I'm baaaaack! Did you miss me? Ouch, no fair, I wasn't looking! > < I guess I'm going to have to wrap up now. The weekend's over, and I need to return to real work tomorrow. Besides, Brenda's back from her trip and needs some, ah, *personal* attention right now. Me too. Four days alone, writing this kind of stuff, can make a guy pretty horny. Three more months before she's finished high-school, then we can come out of the closet. She lives with me full time now, ever since she turned seventeen. Mary and Will figured that if she's old enough to get married, she's old enough to shack up. Besides, she was spending more time and more nights over here than at home anyway. We've tentatively scheduled the wedding for early August, a year and a half from now. > < Oh yeah, I own this beach house now, after getting some help from her folks. With my new job, I'll have them paid back and the house free and clear in seven or eight years. It's nice joining into a booming family business. > < Caitlin moved out a couple of years ago, shacking up with some dumb twit from college. I think he's a jerk and not nearly good enough for my sister, but she likes him so I keep my mouth shut. She's twenty two now and an adult and old enough to make her own decisions. > < Vicky started dating around that time too, and now has a string of young studs hanging around her parents' place. Five eleven, fifteen years old, built and beautiful, sure of herself, mature and very much sexually active, she attracts them like flies to honey. I think she's gone overboard. She has another semi-permanent lady friend, a seventeen year old rather dowdy looking girl who's moved into Brenda's old room. It's hard on the ego of those jocks, but she keeps them all firmly in line. She can be a real bitch when she's mad. Trust me, I know. > < Now you know why I wouldn't trade my life for anyone else's. Not for any amount of cash. I have the woman of my dreams here and now, ready and willing, and we love each other. So we started a little early. So what. I'm hers for as long as she wants me, and she says that she wants me forever. > < Brenda's calling. Goodbye and goodnight. > ********************************************************************** << End of chapter 9>> <> 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. <> -- CJ Remove the .NOSPAM in the address to mail me. No files by e-mail! 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