Message-ID: <7285eli$9801151856@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: cmndr@nym.alias.net (Commander Jameson) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: RP by RQ: Ch. 1-4 of "Brenda - A Love Story" by Tom Bombadil (Mf, ff) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii X-Email: Don't send me e-mail as BCC - it will bounce. Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34c8fc28.23667345@207.14.113.10XCJ> Subject: BOMBADIL: "Brenda - A Love Story" 1/9 From: S THOMAS BUSH Date: 14 Apr 1997 19:09:44 GMT -------- Brenda - A Love Story [ M/f f/f ] by Tom Bombadil (c) Aug 1996 Chapter 1 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. This story was originally titled "Brenda's Conquest", and was retitled after revision by the author. In this chapter - History, first meeting, babysitting, starting her conquest ********************************************************************** < Well, I think I know what heaven is like. It can't be any better than what I have right here, right now. Yes, being 25, I was supposed to know better, and if anyone had found out, I'd be in jail, or worse, but there's no way I could have prevented it. I was in love with her, she said she was in love with me, and, knowing me better than I knew myself, she took me. That's the only way to describe it. Not that I'm complaining, you understand, it's just that I had very little say in the matter. To understand what happened, I guess I'll have to start at the beginning. My name is Richard Tyler and I come from a smallish town in the midwest. I have two younger sisters and a pair of rather staid, very middle-class parents. Looking back, I can see that my life was boringly typical and, other than a few incidents, uneventful until I got to college. I graduated from high school as normal, got good enough marks to be accepted into the local U., and went there to study business for a year. That's when the itch started. I had a steady stream of girlfriends since I was sixteen, so I thought I knew everything there was to know. That is, until I met a student from Melbourne here to study local husbandry and ranching practices. This is not the girl I fell in love with, but she taught me an awful lot about the world, especially the world of sex, life, and adventure. To give you an example, when we first met, I used my best line on her, one guaranteed to work on most ladies. (I'm 6'2" of long, lean muscle, and 'a good lookin hunk' according to the friends of both my sisters). Her response? "Hey, a hayseed. A real one. I've never met one before. You're not too bad looking either." What can I come back with after a shot like that? With that accent of hers, it didn't even sound like an insult. I just smiled and said "Ya got me pegged right first shot, little lady." I learned more from her in that first two weeks than I had from all my previous girlfriends put together. Besides great, and I mean *great* sex (hey, I was a hayseed from a small mid-west town - missionary was almost all I knew) she dragged me to plays, operas, musicals, jazz festivals, restaurants, taught me to like seafood and real chinese, made me read some of her favourite fantasy books (first I'd ever heard of some writer named McCaffrey) and really opened my eyes about the world outside of my home. We both still managed to get decent grades. It was the second-best time of my life (the best before now). She went back home after six months, leaving me to my humdrum world, one I had to get out of. It was with a lot of effort, work, pleading, and downright stubbornness that I finally got my way. The deal was, if I finished two years of college here, with a 3.75 gpa or better, I could take a year off and go anywhere I wanted, then go to the college of my choice. Let me tell you, I almost gave up on dating and the local girls, just going out enough to satisfy my basic urges, and concentrated on the books and my workouts (have to maintain my physique). Well, I did it, barely, and spent that year working my way through New Zealand, Australia, the Philippines, and most of the far east. By the time I got back, all the hayseeds were out of my teeth, believe me. That, my friends, was an education. I came back with most of my middle-class attitudes and prejudices, well, 'adjusted', you could call it. That probably contributed in no small way to my current situation. Now it was back to work, or rather school, and a part-time job. I chose San Diego because it reminded me most of the best parts of Australia, which I'd fallen in love with. I had a job waiting for me too, through one of my old Prof's, working with some computer jockeys who needed help putting together business packages. It was decent pay, the job wasn't too tough, and the hours were very flexible. College was tougher, since I switched from business to graphic arts, and had to start over again. My folks just rolled their eyes at me and said to go for it, as long as I would damned well finish this time. Well, now knowing what I liked, I spent a long time finding just the right place to stay. With my job and a little help from home, I found it - a beach house I could afford. A two story two bedroom shack overlooking a rocky shoreline with a sand beach not more than fifteen minutes walk away, in a quiet suburbia type of place. So what if it was old. Everybody back home was jealous. It was also the most important choice I ever made in my life, even though I didn't know it then. Between college and work, I didn't have a lot of free time, and, being new, didn't know anybody to start off with. I did date occasionally, but only out of necessity. There was too much to do right here and now to find a bunch of new friends. So, I basically got adopted by my neighbors. They were a youngish couple, Mary was 28 and Will was 35, just building up a new computer publishing business, and were starting to become financially comfortable (middle class). She had some money from an aunt someplace and they used it to buy and build their home on the beach. It was far nicer than the glorified shack I lived in. Oh yeah, the most important bit, they had two kids, Brenda and Vicky, aged 9 and 7 respectively. Mary was a plumping middle-aged mom who looked like she was great a few years ago, but had let herself go a bit after the kids came along. Red hair, green eyes, nice features, generous curves, but a bit too heavy for my tastes. I found out later she'd put on the weight after having to take some hormone pills for a while. It was to my delight and constant frustration to see her slim back down over the next two years, regaining her wonderful figure. Will was seven years older than Mary, and they'd gotten married shortly after she graduated from high school. He's a fit and trim 5'11" with sandy hair and hazel eyes and also looks good. Their kids were wonderful - precocious, energetic, playful and smart. They took after their parents. Just more so, as I found out later. Enough introduction. Let me tell you about the first step on this road I find myself on ... > ********************************************************************** It was three days after moving into the beachhouse, late afternoon, and I was sitting on the back porch soaking up some sun, enjoying a nice cool glass of lemonade (the beer was still warm and I was thirsty). Lying back on the lounger, eyes mostly closed, half asleep, zonked from moving, work, and school, I was rather startled to hear a voice coming from not far in front of me. "Can I have some lemonade too, please?" I opened my eyes to see this skinny little nine year old girl in a bikini sitting on the railing of my balcony. Being the suave, debonair world traveller that I am, I immediately grasped the situation and came out with some witty comments. Yeah, right. I was brain-fogged. I looked at her and said "Who are you?" "I'm Brenda." "Oh." After looking at each other for a few seconds, hoping my mind would start working, she spoke again. "You're new here. I'm your next door neighbour. Hi. I'm thirsty. Could I have some lemonade please?" It started to percolate through that this wasn't some sort of weird dream. I was awake, and there was a little kid in front of me. Like I said, brain-fogged. "Uh, you live next door? Where's your folks?" "Dad's working, and my mom and sister are at the beach. They won't be back for a while yet. I can't get in the house 'cause mom has the keys, and I'm thirsty." "Oh. Right. Lemonade. Okay." Well, like I said, I wasn't thinking too clearly, so I got up and went into the kitchen to get her a glass. It was more of a surprise when I turned around and found that she's followed me into the house. I gave her the glass and ushered her back outside. "You know, your folks wouldn't like it if they knew you were walking into strange people's houses." She looked at me real hard for a second. I felt like a bug under a microscope. "Why?" I was finally waking up. I still couldn't come up with any kind of a reply to this. "'Cause you might take advantage of me?" "Uh, well ..." More great conversation. This 9 year old had me flummoxed. "You wouldn't. You aren't the kinda guy who'd hurt kids like me. Mom said so." "Really? And how does your mom know that?" She just sipped her drink and smiled at me a bit. She didn't answer my question, just asked me another one of hers. This was getting strange. "Well, would you ever hurt me?" Thinking carefully for a moment, I chose my words for a change. "No, I guess your Mom is right. I don't hurt people, especially children." "Good. Mom said I could invite you for lunch tomorrow. What's your name?" "Richard. Lunch?" "Rich or Richard?" "Richard." "Lunch tomorrow. If you're not busy." Tomorrow was Saturday - no work, no school. I'd planned on either unpacking everything or vegging out on the porch all day. Guess which it would have been. She was eyeing me, waiting for an answer. "Uh, I think I'd better hear that from your Mom before I say yes." "Good! You'll come. Can I use your bathroom? I need to go pee." "I guess. It's right beside the kitchen." She was off into the house before I stood up. By the time I got to the door, she was in the bathroom and had closed the door. Shaking my head, I sat back down to wait. Ten minutes later I was getting a little worried, and was just about to get up and check on my 'guest' when someone called for my attention. A lady in her late twenties and a little girl were walking up the path to my place. "Hello. Have you seen Brenda? She said she'd be here." Oh shit. "You must be her Mom." "Yes. So she has been here." "Hi Mom!" Brenda came out onto the porch, re-tying her bikini bottom. It was an embarrassing scene. I knew nothing had happened, but the implication that something might have been going on was there. I was blushing. "Hi dear." Now for the really embarrassing part. She came up behind me and gave me a big hug around the neck and a kiss on the cheek. "Look what I found! Can I keep him?" "Of course you may, if he doesn't object. But you'd better let go for now, you're embarrassing the poor gentleman. Besides, you need to introduce us." "Okay. Mom, this is Richard. Richard, this is Mary, my Mom, and Vicky, my sister." Hello's were exchanged. Mine were a bit strangled because she hadn't let go of my neck. "So, is he coming for lunch tomorrow?" Mary was speaking to Brenda, over my head, as though I weren't there. "I think so. I think he's a bit shy though. He says he needs your okay first." "Tell him I said it's fine. Make sure he dresses properly, Grandma will be there. See you in a while. Bye Richard." She and the younger one, the seven year old, walked on up the path to their place, leaving Brenda alone with me. Now, as far as I know, this isn't normally what you'd expect from a mother or her daughter. It certainly wasn't where I grew up, and I doubted it was normal even here in California. "Erg, could you let go, please? It's a little hard to breathe." She let go and sat back up on the porch railing. "So it's okay now. You're coming for lunch tomorrow. Mom says you hafta dress nice, so wear long pants, good shoes, and a nice shirt. No jeans. Come over at eleven. See ya!" She jumped and ran, not waiting for any kind of answer. Not that I had one, or could thing of any questions or objections either. This is what the term 'railroaded' was invented to describe. They'd hit me when I wasn't ready, kept me off balance, and had me where they wanted me before I knew what was happening. This I figured out later. At the time, I was just too stunned. Guess where I ended up for lunch the next day. ********************************************************************** < That was the start of it. I don't remember much about that lunch, except for two things. Brenda treated me like her date, leading me by the hand for introductions and a tour of the place, sitting beside me during lunch, and walking me home afterwards. Somehow they also talked me into having dinner there the following Saturday. > < For the next few years, things went a little smoother. I guess Brenda and her mom had a talk or something, or maybe she realized how much she was embarrassing me, because she was rarely as forward as she was those first two days. I was a frequent visitor over at their place, either for lunch, dinner, cards, or just to socialize, sometimes a half-dozen times a month. > < Both kids were frequent visitors at my place as well, popping over whenever they saw my back door open. I learned to close it whenever I was going in for a shower or was changing, because they'd walk right in without knocking. It scared the hell out of me the first time I walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a small towel and saw two faces grinning and staring at me over the back of the couch. > < When I talked to Mary about it, nervous as hell and blushing, of course, her answer was, to say the least, not what I expected. > < "Richard, it's your house, so you make the rules. You can kick them out if you like, or tell them not to come over, but I will not tell them how to behave over there. That's up to you. As long as you never hurt them, I'll be okay with whatever happens. They both like you a lot and they both trust you, as do we." > < Talk about ambiguous and open-ended. > < Sometimes, when they couldn't get a sitter, Mary and Will would leave the girls in my care overnight. This happened regularly, usually once or twice a month, starting that fall. I'll tell you about the first couple of times. It'll show you how they were slowly wearing down my resistance, or scruples, or morals, or something. Anyway ... > ********************************************************************** The first time I babysat for the two girls was about three months after I moved into the beachhouse. It was November, the weather was unusually chilly with lots of wind, and my place was full of cold drafts. Like I said before, the place is an old shack. I guess it's about time I described these two 'little' girls for you, before I carry on. It'll help you understand a bit better. Both girls were young, still kids, showing no female development whatsoever. They were skinny, with long legs, long arms, long necks, nice tans, and both showed the potential for true beauty later in life. Their eyes were a deep green, just like their mothers'. Vicky (Victoria) is the younger of the pair by almost exactly two years. Her birthday is at the end of March, her sister's is at the beginning. She was then seven years old, about 4'8" tall (really tall for her age, probably end up around 6'). Her hair was long, halfway down her back, naturally wavy, and a rich, deep brown color. This was the lady of the pair, usually prim and proper, dressed nicely, rarely dirty or dishevelled. Behind the outer shell, though, was a daring and mischievous mind, always looking for something new or interesting. Brenda was the same height as her sister, despite the two years head start, and would soon be passed. She was nine, and had the most gorgeous head of strawberry blonde hair I've ever seen. It was cut short, barely shoulder length, and was just as wavy as her sister's. This one was the tomboy. Almost nothing stopped her from doing whatever she wanted whenever she wanted to. The main difference between her and her sister was that she didn't hide any of her daring or impish curiosity behind a mask. It was all in the open. She had both a temper and an extreme stubborn streak. Get her mad at you for something and she'd stay mad for a week. Did I mention before that they were both highly intelligent, precocious, daring, fearless, and had a set of morals that were mostly alien to mine? More on that later - for now, back to babysitting. I wasn't too nervous about this because they were at my place a lot anyway. Since that first day, I had always treated both of them like small adults, talking with them rather than at them, never ignoring them, and always listening and being fair. It showed, because they also treated me fairly, as an adult and an equal. They were still kids, though, and respected my knowledge and authority. Usually. Mary dropped them off at three, giving me some emergency numbers and last minute instructions on bedtimes. Being Saturday, these were flexible. They expected to be back the following afternoon. The girls had their backpacks, nighties, a change of clothes each, and some toys, games, and books to keep them amused. Oh, if you're wondering, this wasn't a paid thing. It was a favour for friends. We watched a little TV, played a little, Brenda wrestled with me on the couch (I lost), then had dinner. Corn on the cob, 'burgers, and salad made a good meal, I thought. Jello for the girls for dessert. Later in the evening, after some TV, they wanted me to read them some more out of their latest book. It was something they'd started me on early. About once a week, we'd sit together on the couch and I would read them a chapter or two. They thought it was great, and I didn't mind. It was fun having them around for company. And besides, it was expanding my mind and my vocabulary. Now, if I haven't mentioned it before (yeah, right, a dozen times already), these girls were intelligent and precocious. Books, to them, meant one thing - great stories and tales of adventure, magic, and mayhem. You're thinking sleeping beauty, little red riding hood, beauty and the beast. Not for these two. Lord of the Rings, Beowulf, The Iliad, Drangonriders, The Malloreon, Discworld, this was the kids' reading material. Their favorite authors were (and still are) Aspirin, Hawke, and Pratchett. At that age, I hadn't even started reading Enid Blyton. I let them stay up a little later than their normal, then sent them to bed. They were supposed to sleep in my spare bedroom. That lasted until five minutes after I got to bed. "It's cold." "I'm scared!" "I'm lonely." "I miss Mom and Dad." "Can we sleep with you?" "Mom and Dad let us." "This house makes funny noises." "Why is it so dark in here?" You get the idea. I didn't think their parents would really appreciate me sleeping with the two girls. Call it a bit of prudishness on my part, but even if nothing happened, and nothing would, just the thought of sleeping with them made me nervous. I sent them back to their own bed. About a half-hour later I was awake again, a thump in the hall bringing me to full alert status. Burglars? Nah, had to be the girls. I pulled on my sweats and went to find out. Vicky was sitting in the hall, a blanket wrapped around her, leaning against the wall. "I'm scared." "Where's your sister?" "Downstairs" "All right you, back to bed." "I can't sleep in there. It's too scary." I left her there and went to find her sister. She was downstairs, sitting in a chair, wrapped in a blanket, staring at the TV. The sound was turned off so I wouldn't hear it. "Well? Why aren't you in bed?" "It's too cold and lonely. Vicky won't stay in there, so I came down here." I knew what was happening, of course, and so did the girls. "Brenda, what would your mother say if she found out you ended up in my bed?" "Nothing. She would be mad if she knew you made us sleep by ourselves when we're cold, lonely and scared, though." Sighing, exasperated, knowing I'd already lost this one, I gave in. She was probably right about her mother, too. "All right, I give up. You win." She was running up the stairs before I finished talking. I ended up with one girl curled up in either arm, covers pulled up to our chins. I'm really glad their mother makes them wear full nighties to bed. I left my sweat pants on. Waking up with the two girls in my bed was an adventure in embarrassment. They were still in my arms, Vicky facing me with her head on my chest, one hand on my stomach, with my arm around her waist and my hand resting on her hip. Brenda was facing away from me, butt pushed into my thigh, with my other arm wrapped around her and that hand being held by her on her chest. I could feel one of her nipples pressing into my palm. They were both still asleep, so I tried to slither out of there. All this did was make things worse. When I tried to move my hand off Brenda's chest, she grabbed it tighter, with both hands, and pulled me back. I moved my hand off Vicky's hip and onto her waist. This made her wiggle around, and she ended up with one leg over top of mine and her crotch pressing into my hip. All I could do was lie back and try to sleep. These warm bodies did feel nice, though, even being kids. I did doze off again, and woke up when the girls started squirming. "Just getting comfy" was the only muttered response I got when I asked if they were awake. Yeah, getting comfy with my legs, arms, chest and stomach. Hands and legs everywhere before they settled down to sleep again. I was quickly getting used to this, though, and again nodded off. When the two of them finally woke up for real, I received a peck on the cheek from each, a thank you, and a good morning. The rest of the day was more normal. A few days later, when I talked to Mary about what happened, her response was again a surprise. Not as big as the last one, because I was starting to know her, but still a surprise. "Yes, I know. Did anything happen? Did you hurt either of them? Were they unhappy? No? Then what's the problem? Like I said before, it's your place. You control what happens over there. If you let them sleep with you, fine. It was their choice too, remember." Needless to say, next time I babysat, the two of them didn't even make a pretense of going into the spare room. They waltzed up the stairs and dropped their packs in my room, cool as anything. ********************************************************************** < Somehow the years did slip by. For birthdays and Christmas I'd give them things that would be special for them, rather than the usual t-shirts or CD's or stuff like that. I gave Vicky a signed copy of Neuromancer for her tenth birthday. She showed it off to everybody for months. For Brenda's eleventh, I gave her a framed print of Michael Whelan's White Dragon. It's been hanging in her room ever since. Hey, I'd never heard of this stuff before, but it made the girls very happy. > < I didn't neglect things on the home front, either. I made regular visits or calls home to talk with and gossip about family and friends. The folks were fine, and my sisters were doing okay. I tried hard to keep in touch with Caitlin, my baby sis, because I was always the one she'd turn to for help or comfort when I was home. I did miss her. > < By the time I was ready to graduate, my neighbours seemed more like family to me than my own folks. Once I had my degree, and finished some post-grad courses I wanted to take, it would be time to move on in my life - start a career, get a social life again, find a good woman, etcetera etcetera. Maybe it was my vague ramblings on doing these things that made her strike earlier than she'd planned, suddenly realizing that I wouldn't be there forever. She hasn't told me the full truth yet, and may never tell me. > < She started in on me just after finals were finished ... > ********************************************************************** I got back from work early on a Friday, putting in extra time now that my school workload was slowing down. It was now late April, so the weather was turning nice, and this had turned into a gorgeous sunny day. I changed into shorts and a t-shirt, grabbed a soda, and went to the back porch to stretch out and relax a bit. Brenda was already there, sitting in a lounger, knees tucked under her chin, arms wrapped around her calves. She was staring out over the ocean. I could tell she'd been crying. "What's the matter?" "Nothin'" "Riiiiiight. I'll be sitting here when you're ready to talk." I'd seen this too often to try and push her. Let her come to me if and when she was ready to unburden herself. If she didn't want to talk to me, she wouldn't be here. It did take a while. I was working on my second cola before she spoke up. "Richard, when you're finished school, you're gonna move away, aren't you?" All right, what gives? It's not the usual school/sister/boyfriend problem that I'm used to. At least, not the kind I was used to when dealing with my sister. "Probably. I'll be starting a new job somewhere, maybe in another city. Don't worry, I won't forget you. You're like family to me." She sat there for a while longer, staring at the sea. "No, I didn't think you'd understand." Before I could respond, she got up, walked over, and kissed me - a full French kiss right on the lips. Now THAT got my attention. She kissed good for a kid. Hell, that was a good kiss from anyone. Without another word, she walked off the porch and over to her place. I watched her go, staring at her, too surprised to say anything. I guess I should describe her again, both for your sake and mine. That kiss was a sort-of revelation for me, making me take a good look. She was no longer a little girl at thirteen years of age. Now she was a young lady, with many of her womanly charms developing. There was a definite figure there now, with nice breasts, slim waist, noticeable hips, nicely rounded ass, tapering thighs, and legs that went on into next week. Her hair was still that rich strawberry blonde, a little darker now at the start of spring, and her eyes were the same luminous green, large and expressive. The rest had developed from little-girl to young-woman, including a wide, full-lipped, expressive mouth. I now knew from first-hand experience how soft and tender those lips were, too. She wasn't a kid anymore. She was a beautiful young lady. I hadn't paid attention to the changes, even when babysitting. I'd gotten so used to having them sleep with me when they were over, I never noticed the extra padding on the chest, the graceful curves, the rounding of her bottom. Not even when my hand was holding her breast, as I then remembered from the previous week. They still slept the same way when with me, Vicky in one arm, facing me, with my arm wrapped around her and my hand on her hip, and Brenda facing away from me, holding my hand to her chest. Am I a prime idiot, or what. Is there any other male out there who wouldn't have noticed holding on to a beautifully shaped breast on a very pretty thirteen year old? Thinking about it, Vicky wasn't a little kid either. She was two years behind Brenda in age, but not nearly that far behind in development. A bikini now had something to hide, or show off if you will. Her breasts were thickening pads behind her nipples, waist becoming defined, baby fat disappearing, hips widening, bottom starting to round out. She was now about 5'3", while her sister was 5'2". I wasn't going to be sleeping with them while babysitting anymore, I decided. That decision turned out to be academic anyway. She was back again the next morning, around ten. No hello, no knock, just suddenly there on the porch, staring out over the ocean. Now, I know I'm not the greatest conversationalist in the world, but usually when you say 'hello' you get some sort of response. Not that day. Time to wait it out again. I carried on, doing a little housework, some light reading, and writing up notes for work. I made lunch for two, and we ate it in silence on the porch. In the afternoon, Vicky came over for a while. She was her usual cheerful self despite Brenda's mood. I took her into the kitchen and asked what was wrong with her sister. Her answer? "You, silly!" When I pressed her on this, wanting to get some real answers, she just shut up or played dumb. Vicky went home for dinner, but Brenda stayed on the porch. I made dinner for two, and we ate that in silence as well. Time to ask her mom for help. I found Mary in her kitchen, cleaning up after their dinner. Giving a hand, I asked what was wrong with her daughter. "Brenda? Nothing is wrong with her at all. It's her boyfriend that has the problem." "Boyfriend?" That was news to me. I didn't know she had a boyfriend. Neither the girls nor their parents had mentioned anything about a boyfriend. "Yes. She's been seeing him for a while, but he seems totally uninterested. It's very frustrating for her. She's got something up her sleeve, though, so I'd be careful around her for a while." She had a boyfriend. Brenda had a boyfriend. One that I didn't know about. Someone stupid enough not to be interested in her. Why did that news get me so, well, mad and jealous? There was no sign of her at my place. I imagined her going to see her boyfriend. It took me a long time to get to sleep that night, wondering about Brenda and her boyfriend, and what they did together. Sunday morning she was there again, sitting in the back. This time Brenda was wearing a Bikini and sunning herself. I thought it was better than her just being wrapped up in a ball like the last couple of days. Communication lines were still down, even when I asked if she wanted to talk about her boyfriend. It was starting to worry me. Believe it or not, I did care a lot about this young lady. It hurt me seeing her like that, especially since it seemed she was taking out her social problems on me. Being ignored was starting to get to me too, even though I tried not to show it. I carried on with my chores and work, occasionally going out to sit with her for a few minutes. After my revelations the other day about her growing up, it was impossible to ignore her in that bikini, especially when she was on her stomach with that ass of hers exposed to view (guess what my favorite bit of female anatomy is). Each time I came back in, I had to adjust my cock into a more comfortable position. It's bloody awful when someone you've basically regarded as asexual (I don't fancy kids as sexual, personally) suddenly turns into a cock-hardening piece of jailbait without you noticing. She IS supposed to be like a sister or a cousin or something, right? Lunch for two was again silent. Later in the afternoon, it started clouding over and getting chilly. She showed no sign of moving, and it was obvious that she was getting cold. Well, I'm the one that's supposed to know better, so I brought her inside, wrapped her in a quilt, sat her on the couch, and made her some cocoa. No verbal response, but I did get a smile. That was something I hadn't seen for days and it made me feel a lot better. Vicky came over after supper (I cooked for two again, if you hadn't guessed) hoping for a reading session. Sure, why not. I fetched drinks - soda's for the girls and beer for me - picked up their book, and relaxed into my recliner. Readings generally lasted a half hour to an hour, depending on moods and the storyline. Two minutes into things, Brenda got off the couch and crawled up into my lap, quilt and all. The only two words I got from her for three days were "I'm cold". Well, I wasn't very successful at not getting erect with that girl's bottom in my lap and her breasts resting on my chest. There's no way she could miss it, since it was running along her ass-crack, but she didn't move, say anything, or even blink. I could feel her nipples through her bikini and my shirt. She certainly didn't feel cold. Her head was resting, quite comfortably I might add, on my left shoulder just below my jaw line. Don't get me wrong, I did enjoy the feel of her body, it was just my scruples getting in the way. This was still a thirteen year old woman-child in my lap, despite what my body and my lewd imagination were saying. Somehow my emotions were also conspiring against me. Her little sigh of contentment left me flushed with a warm all-over glow. After the reading was over, the two of them headed home. One thing she left me with, something which really confused me, was a big, warm, wet, kiss, just as she was getting up to go. Speechless, I watched that bikini-clad bottom of hers walk out the door and down the path. Emotions and feelings I didn't know I had came out. Sadness at seeing her leave, loneliness when she disappeared, and some jealousy and anger over her boyfriend. I thought that if I ever met that jackass, I'd straighten him out. Damned idiot, ignoring a girl - no, a woman, like Brenda. Dipstick didn't know a good thing when he saw it. The other thing she left me with was a raging hard-on, the one that she'd been sitting on for the last hour. I wonder if she had any idea how bad off she left me. Monday I had no classes and no work, so I did shopping, laundry, housework, yard maintenance, studying, and some design work. She showed up at four, curling up on the couch under the quilt, staring out the window. It was a change - she was in the house. It was still chilly out there. Dinner for two and an evening of TV. She went home at eight. Tuesday I had classes and an afternoon of work, returning home after seven. She was on the porch, shivering. I asked if she'd eaten, and she shook her head no. I carried her inside, wrapped her up, gave her some cocoa, cooked her dinner (I'd already eaten), then asked what the hell she was doing. No answer. What a surprise. I sent her home. Wednesday I had work in the morning and early afternoon. This time I made sure I was home before four. She showed up right on time again. Same spot on the couch, dinner for two, some TV, and back home at eight. Thursday she was there at four, once again punctual. I went over to talk to Mary about her daughter, leaving Brenda alone. "She's spent an entire week over at my place. Haven't you noticed?" "Of course we have. It's just that she can work out her boyfriend problem a lot easier away from us, and your place is like her second home." "How can she work it out? She doesn't say anything! All she does is stare at the ocean or the sky or the TV! I haven't had more than two words out of her all week! There must be something seriously wrong here." "Richard, my daughter is hurting really bad right now. She is trying very hard to work out what is to her an extremely difficult situation. I can do nothing to help her, nor can her father or her sister. For the first time in her life she has a problem that only she can deal with." "Surely to god there's something somebody can do? Maybe go out and have an, er, friendly chat with this boyfriend?" "No, that wouldn't work either. We've talked things over here, and doing that would only make the situation worse. I really wish there was something we could do." "So you're just going to let her live at my place until she's solved her problem?" "That's your choice. It's your place, you make the rules. If you don't think she should be there, you can always tell her to leave." Talk about unsatisfactory. No answers, no solution, no clues as to how to get into Brenda's head. Frustrated and uneasy I went back home. Dinner for two again. If this went on, I'd need more provisions, and I thought about getting a better variety of food. Cooking for one leads to a rather uninteresting, almost monotonous set of staples. After some work and some TV, I sent her home at eight. Friday, four o'clock, no Brenda. Five o'clock, no Brenda. Six o'clock, ditto. I dropped in at their place to socialize for a while. No Brenda. I went home again, watched some TV, and went to bed. I was lonely. Saturday was a gorgeous, warm, sunny spring day. For some reason, it was even more perfect when I noticed Brenda sunning herself out in the back again, in her bikini. I called out a good morning, just to let her know I noticed. After cooking lunch for two, I went out shopping, leaving the back door open for her, returning just before suppertime to find she'd come inside, curled up under the quilt and fallen asleep. She looked so innocent, so vulnerable, and yes, so beautiful, it was hard to keep from picking her up just to hold her in my arms. I swore that if I ever met that jerk of a boyfriend, he would regret every moment of pain he caused this woman-child. She woke up while I was cooking dinner. After eating, as we sat to watch TV, she snuggled up to my side, still under the quilt. I put my arm around her, feeling quite protective that evening. She felt good, even though I was *very* careful about where my hand was. That bikini left a lot of bare skin. When I went to bed, I was still muttering half-formed threats against that boyfriend of hers. Sunday, same routine, except that after dinner Vicky came over for a reading session. I then realized I hadn't seen her all week. I guess Brenda was just too depressing to be around. Funny that I seemed to be happier with her there, even with her not saying anything. Yes, she curled up in my lap again, gave me a big sloppy kiss, and left me with another aching boner. I was still happy. Horny as hell, but happy. She was over again Monday. Tuesday I worked late, returning home at seven. Once again, she was out on the porch, shivering. I called her a bloomin' idiot and a numbskull and several other G-rated versions of the same thing, carried her inside, warmed her up, fed her, and told her that no stupid jackass of a boyfriend was worth going through this shit for. Wednesday I told her I had a date Thursday and wouldn't be home until late. She just looked at me for a few seconds, then looked away. It was impossible for me to miss that brief stab of pain in her eyes. Later, lying in bed, I tried to figure out why it hurt her to know I was going out on a date, and why I felt so bad about it. Thursday. My date was okay, she was a nice lady I'd met in school, and we'd dated several times before. She knew me fairly well, and commented that I seemed distracted all night. I told her it was a problem at work that kept popping up in my mind, and I apologized for being such a drag. There's no way I could tell her that I was worried about Brenda. Friday. No Brenda. I went over to socialize for a while, and found out she was on a date with some guy from her school. Not her boyfriend. Okay, I can handle that, can't I? Maybe she's trying to make her boyfriend jealous. Saturday. No Brenda. Sunday. No Brenda. I asked Mary if she was getting over her boyfriend problem. "I don't think so. This is the third day in a row she's had a date, and each time she's been with a different guy. I don't know what her boyfriend did, but she's apparently trying to make him jealous or get even with him for something. I have tried to talk to her about it, but with no success." "What the hell does she think she's doing? Is this boyfriend of hers worth it?" "She thinks so. I'm not so sure. He's a nice enough guy, but in some ways he is such an idiot. I just hope he realizes what's happening before Brenda really gets hurt." Vicky came over for a while later that afternoon, just to talk and get away from home. I asked her about her sister. "She's mad at her boyfriend. No, she didn't say why. Her boyfriend? I kinda like the guy. Her dates? Jerks, all of them. Why? I think she's lookin' for trouble. Mom thinks so too. Dad's stayin' out of it, 'cause mom knows lots more about my sister's problem." I don't know about Brenda's boyfriend, but she was certainly getting me upset. And jealous. And worried. Monday she was there. After dinner I tried to talk to her, to get her to say something to me. I talked, begged, pleaded, yelled, and shouted. I wasted my breath. Exasperated and drained, I sat on the couch with her to watch some TV. She snuggled up to my side again and I put my arm around her. The world was a good place again. "Brenda, I'm working late again tomorrow night. Please try not to be a blithering idiot again by waiting here for me because I don't know what time I'll be home." No response. We just watched the tube for a while. "Do you have a girlfriend?" Huh? What? I was watching a show when she said something and totally missed it. "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention. What did you say?" "Do you have a girlfriend?" Do I? My mind ran through all the ladies I'd dated for the last year, whether they ended up as bedmates or not. "No, I don't have a girlfriend. I have some ladyfriends that I go out on dates with, but no steady. Why do you ask?" No answer. I did get a kiss before she went home that night, though. It left me stiff as a board, but what the hell. It felt good. Her question left me wondering what the hell she was up to. Tuesday I got home at eleven. No sign that Brenda had been there. Good. Wednesday, no Brenda. I did get a call from home, one that meant some changes were approaching. My baby sister was coming out early to stay with me. We had planned on her coming out in late August, but now she was going to be here in early may. Less than two weeks. Somehow she'd managed to finish high school early, and wanted to spend the summer here rather than at home. So she'd be here a few months earlier than planned. That would give her some time to get used to the city before going to college, since she'd already been accepted into the same U. I was attending. Now, I know there's something more to this because of the way my sister was trying to sound so easy going and convincing. It was simpler to shelve my suspicions for later than to worm it out of her over the 'phone. I looked forward to seeing her again, even if it was because of some unvoiced problems. Thursday. No Brenda Friday I went over to talk to Mary before school was out. "Yes, she's been out on dates for the last two days. Two more new boys. I don't like either one of them." "Vicky says that her dates have all been jerks." "That could be. I've only met a few of them, so couldn't comment on them all, but those few I don't like very much." "Why do you let her go out then? She's going to get into trouble with one of them eventually." "Brenda is trying to sort out her problems with that boyfriend. I think she's waiting for him to make her stop. I don't know if that's going to work though, because she's playing dangerously. If it keeps going like this, there will be trouble sooner rather than later." "That's what I mean! One of those kids won't take no for an answer. I'm sure of it. Doesn't that bother you?" "Of course it does! She'll be losing her virginity to some creep rather than to someone she loves! Do you think I'm that stupid that I can't see what kind of dynamite she's playing with? If that boyfriend of hers doesn't smarten up soon, I'll get Will to use a baseball bat on him! Maybe then he'll understand what he's doing to my daughter!" "That's something I've been thinking of doing myself for a week already. I just wish I knew who he was." "That would only make things worse, and you know it. She is the only one who can really solve this problem." "When she gets home, please send her over. I'm going to try and talk some sense into that thick skull of hers, even if she won't say a damned word to me." She showed up at four. We had dinner, then we cuddled in front of the TV. After a few caresses, I tried to talk to her. "Why are you going out with all these jerks?" No answer. "All you are going to do is get yourself into trouble. Nobody is worth the problems you could cause yourself." No response. "Please, Brenda, don't do this to yourself. Think of your family." Nothing. "Please. You're hurting your mother, your father, your sister." She just sat there with her eyes on the tube. "All right. For my sake then. I just couldn't stand the thought of you being hurt by one of those guys." After talking a bit longer, still being totally ignored, I wound down. It took a while but she did say something. "All right." Huh? An answer? A positive one yet? "You mean you won't go out with those creeps anymore?" "I won't go out on any more dates with those guys." "What made you change your mind?" No answer. No more answers for the rest of the evening. As she left, I kissed her for a change. She smiled. I still couldn't figure out what I said to change her mind about those creeps she was going out with. It was something to puzzle over. Saturday it rained. She and Vicky were both over for most of the day. They both sat on the couch, reading, watching some TV, and staring out the window. At least Vicky would still talk to me, so we jawed about her school, the kids she knew, my work and school, her parents, and my family. I cooked them lunch, then supper. We had cocoa and popcorn in front of the TV later, and Brenda sat in my lap until they went home. One thing about having her over regularly, my beer consumption was way down. Sunday was similar to Saturday, except they both went home for dinner. It was lonely, cooking for myself again. ********************************************************************** < So far, so normal. Things were getting odd, but nothing truly bizarre or weird was happening. Brenda was having a lot of trouble dealing with her boyfriend problem, and was dealing with it in a way I didn't understand, but I could handle it. I thought I could handle it. > ********************************************************************** <> Next chapter - End of her conquest, a decision, their first evening (Well, do you think Richard will ever wise up? You and I both know that he's as dense as a fencepost. Maybe he'll realize it too, before it's too late. Not much sex so far - well, none actually - but this is a rather long story. There's more than enough later, and some plot twists you wouldn't expect.) Author's note: Enid Blyton is a well-known author of many dozen mystery books for pre-teen and early teen children. The other authors and books mentioned are real. Subject: BOMBADIL: "Brenda - A Love Story" 2/9 From: S THOMAS BUSH Date: 14 Apr 1997 19:13:15 GMT -------- Brenda - A Love Story [ M/f f/f ] by Tom Bombadil (c) Aug 1996 Chapter 2 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 - End of her conquest, a decision, our first evening ********************************************************************** < Here's where the results of their machinations finally showed up. Something I never would have believed myself capable of years ago. Something I still have trouble believing happened to me. Something that I actively participated in. I still don't know what was going on in my head at that time. Not that it really matters much, now. > ********************************************************************** Monday she was back again. After dinner, when we were snuggling in front of the TV, I asked her a question that had been bothering me for a while. I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer. "Brenda, why are you here at my place all the time? Your mother says it's because you're working out a problem with your boyfriend. Shouldn't you be with him instead?" She turned and looked at me with those big beautiful green eyes of hers. After a minute of staring, she kissed me, then turned back to the TV. I admit that I can be pretty dense. Sometimes things that are obvious to others just pass me by. Hints may have to be less than subtle. I do, however, notice it when someone hits me with a baseball bat. That's what it felt like. A nice 32 ouncer right across the back of my skull. I was the jerk, the bastard, that horse's behind. Just to confirm my idiocy, I had to ask. "I'm the boyfriend everyone's been talking about, aren't I?" "Yes" A simple answer, said so calmly and so easily she could have been saying yes to having a soda. Like the class A-1 jerk I am, I opened my mouth before thinking things through. "Brenda, I can't be your boyfriend. I'm far too old for you!" Here I am, cuddled up with her under a quilt, alone with her in my place for the umpteenth time, watching TV, my arm around her, touching and occasionally kissing, suddenly realizing what was going on. Like I said. Dense. She had an answer for that. Or rather, she had a question. "Do you love me?" I opened my mouth, ready with another quick answer, then shut it before I made things worse. Besides, the more I thought it through, the less sure I was of my answer. I did love her, but in what way? I had no reply to give, so this time I kept silent. The thing that surprised me was that we stayed snuggled together until it was time for her to go home. She never moved away from me, and I never moved my arm or myself away from her. We kissed again as she left. Sleep only came to me early in the morning. It was haunted by unremembered dreams. Tuesday I re-arranged my work schedule so I could talk with Mary in the afternoon before Brenda got home from school. It was a memorable conversation. "Mary, Brenda asked me a question yesterday and I don't know what kind of an answer I can give her." "Let me guess. First, you figured out who her boyfriend is, right?" "I - Uh, yes." "Then she asked you the big question. We talked about it last night." "What am I supposed to say to her?" "The truth, when you figure that out." "Come off it. She's almost young enough to be my daughter. I can't be her boyfriend. There's no way it could ever work out." She *was* almost young enough to be my daughter. If I'd been really unlucky my first time, I could have had a kid about twelve years old at that point. "Let's try something different before you say something you'll regret. I'll ask you a few questions, and for each honest answer I'll give you something in return. These will be difficult, so think before you reply. Nothing you say will be repeated to anyone, either." It wasn't what I expected. Then again, I had no idea how she'd react in the first place. But this? "How old were you when you first had sex?" Instant panic. Then the automatic reflexes kicked in. "Sixteen." "Richard, I said honest answers. That means the truth. Otherwise leave." Honest answers. This was important. Was I that transparent? "You have to promise first that *nothing* I say here will ever be repeated." "You have my solemn word." "I was twelve. Don't ask who with, because I'll never tell anyone that." (And before you dirty-minded pervs out there get any ideas, no it wasn't with either of my sisters or my mother or my aunt.) "The first time is supposed to be a wonderful experience. Did you enjoy it?" "No. Neither one of us had the slightest idea of what to do, so it was messy, painful for her, upsetting to me, and downright scary seeing all that blood. We never ever tried that again, at least with each other." "Yours was a little worse than average, but not by all that much. My first time was when I was eleven. He was eighteen, and we both loved every second of the event, even the brief pain when I lost my cherry." "What sick bastard would fuck an eleven year old?" She grabbed a beer from the fridge and put it in front of me. "Here. You'll need that to wash the taste of foot from your mouth. It was Will, my husband." I shut my mouth, then had a quick couple of slugs. This was a shock. It was difficult to picture Will as a pedophile. "You see, I chose him to be my first because I wanted it to be special. He was smart, good-looking, charming, and a really nice person. It took a lot of convincing on my part to get him to 'take advantage' of me. I don't thing he realized back then how things would turn out. My mother never suspected a thing until I was seventeen and I picked him to be my date at the junior prom." "So you're saying that you approve of anything that happens between us. Is that it?" "I'll answer that with another question. How many of Brenda's classmates do you think are still virgins?" "What's that got to do with anything!?" "Answer the question." "I have no idea. All? Most of them?" "Just over half. The others have already started in on their sex lives, whether as a one-time thing or on a regular basis. By this time next year, you'd be lucky to find half a dozen virgins in that class. What I'm saying is that Brenda has made it clear that she will be active soon, with or without you. She chose you years ago, but you've been so thick-headed that you've never noticed. Then you drop hints about moving away. What do you think that's doing to her?" Now I'm trying to picture it from her point of view, and I realize that I can't. She's probably spent more time at my place than anywhere outside of home or school. We've done things together that require a great deal of trust and faith in each other. Hell, she's been occasionally sharing my bed. I thought I knew her. Trust, yes. Faith, yes. Love? "Mary, what is it she's looking for from me? I need to know." "You have to ask her that. Once you start asking the right questions, she'll start talking to you again." "How long have you been in on this conspiracy?" "For half a year. That's when she became serious about you. Before that, it was just an infatuation, and we ignored it. Since then, Brenda, Will, and I have had quite a few arguments, but she has her mind made up. If we say no, she's made it clear that her second choice is either the football team or the baseball team. I *thought* she was joking, but she didn't smile or laugh when she said that. Brenda gave us a choice, and we would rather she have her chance with you than do something stupid in retaliation." It took a few seconds for me to absorb that shock. "Is there anything else I should know?" "Only this. I love my daughter, and I do not want to see her get hurt. Make certain that you can live with your choices, whatever they are." She was over at four, as usual. I was getting good at this cooking for two business, since I was getting so much practice. The quality of the food and the cooking had gone up considerably over the course of those two weeks. After dinner, we cuddled again, adding in some more caressing and kissing, this time watching the sunset. It was time for some honest answers, I hoped. "Why did you choose me?" She looked at me, looked back at the sunset, and sighed. "You are a really nice guy. You are handsome, intelligent, willing to learn, and you can think. For me, you've always been a person, not just another adult. You treated me nice, paid attention to me, bought me things that were special just for me, and you said you'd never hurt me. You never have. Lots of times you could have taken advantage of me, teased me, sent me home for teasing you, or tattled when Vicky and I fought, but you never did. I fell in love with you. That's why I chose you." All right, what was I supposed to say. She just bared her soul, and I didn't know if it was within me to give her what she wanted. "What are you looking for from me?" "Love. The real kind. I think you love me, but I don't know for sure. I guess it's 'cause you don't know either. I'm waiting for you to figure that out." I guess I asked the right question. Could I handle the answer? It definitely needed a lot of thought. One thing I did notice - over the past two weeks it had changed from her showing up and sometimes snuggling up to me to *us* cuddling, caressing, and kissing. There had never been a full-time lady in my life (except the Aussie, but we both knew that would end) and sitting there, sharing time with Brenda, did feel awfully nice. But did I love her like she was the love of my life? Once again, I had no answer to give. Wednesday, when we were cuddling, I asked one more question. "Brenda, if I did leave, what would you do?" I could feel the tension and shock roll through her body. "Richard, if you left me, I would be heartbroken for a long time. Eventually I would get over it, of course, and try to find someone else. It would never be the same as with you, but I would probably find a man I could care for. He wouldn't be as good for me as you are, but if that's what you decide, then I have no choice." "I haven't decided yet. I wanted to hear from you what might happen. It helps to know you wouldn't do something really foolish." Later that night, I tried to picture someone else sitting beside me on the couch, someone besides Brenda. Anyone else. I went through my batch of possible dates, the ladies in college, the ones I met overseas, even the girls from high school. It wasn't difficult to picture sitting and cuddling with most of them, but it was impossible to imagine sitting there and getting the same feelings of togetherness and belonging. Only one came close, and that was Nadine, the woman from Australia. Of course, that may have been leftover lust. She was still the best bedmate I'd ever had. That didn't do much good. Thursday at lunchtime I got some help making up my mind. It was a question I asked of one of our customers. We were treating them to lunch, and things had already moved from pleasantries through business and into general talk. Jerry, the customer's head guy, was going through his fourth divorce. I asked him if he'd ever found the perfect woman. "Once, a very long time ago, I did. She was beautiful, intelligent, cuddlesome, and a lot of fun to be with. I was young and foolish, too full of myself. There were lots of chicks around. I took her for granted, took too long to pop the question, so she found someone else. It was only after she left that I realized how much I loved her. I've been looking for someone like her for the last thirty years. If you have a chance like that, don't pass it up." "How did you finally figure out that you loved her?" "That's an easy question for me now. The answer simply came too late to help. Just picture that special person in your mind, in a time and place where you both were happy together. Now imagine spending the entire rest of your life without her. If you can do that with a steady heart, you're not in love. If the thought makes you ill, then you may be in love. The worse you feel, the more likely you love the lady. I've never been in love since, but I keep looking, obviously without any luck." Later that evening, when Brenda and I were cuddling, I tried out his suggestion. It was easy to imagine us sitting here watching the sunset, because that's what we were doing. Pushing forward ten years, then twenty, I removed her from the picture. I took out her form, her smile, her eyes and hair, her unique smell, that fantastic ass, her voice and laugh, the arguments and teasing, her temper, all the books and readings, our kisses and cuddles, watching her in the sunshine, seeing her sleeping, having her run all over the place, the way we slept together, her face when she unwrapped a special present, how she made me feel when we were together like that, everything. Just imagining it left such a big hole in my heart I started to cry. Brenda waited for my to finish, not saying a word. It was a quick recovery, since I could still hold and cuddle her. We kissed. "Brenda, I love you. For now and for always. As long as you want me, I'm yours." "It's about damned time you figured that out! I've been waiting a year already! Now let's kiss for real!" So much for my idyllic romantic scene. I needed to adjust my imagined 'love moments', modifying them to match the spirit and temperament, never mind the impatience, of a thirteen year old girl. There is something to be said for enthusiasm. Her kissing technique needed a little work, but she was good and would get better. It was definitely a lot of fun, especially when she was squirming on my lap. I hoped I would never regret that choice. She went home at eight, promising that the next day, being Friday, we'd start getting serious. Talk about a suggestive statement! ********************************************************************** < Well? How would you have fared against this lady? Any better than me? Or am I the only weak-willed person on the planet, the only one who could have been captivated by this young vixen? > < Something I always wondered about is what would have happened if she had been less adamant about capturing me, or if one of those other dates had gotten to her first. Where would we each be now? Would I have found someone to love like I love her? Somehow I doubt it. > < First, I'll tell you about the great time we had on Friday. I'll save Saturday and all the surprises for later. > ********************************************************************** Friday was very ... memorable. After my morning class and some early afternoon work, I dropped in to speak with Mary again. That was before Brenda got off school. "So, did she tell you?" "She didn't have to. She was lit up like a beacon and bouncing off the walls. The only thing she needed to say was "he's finally mine!". You could be in for some rather, ah, interesting times." "No kidding. That's what I'm here to talk about. You realize, of course, now that I've said yes, what she's going to want?" "Do we need to go through that again? I already understand what you are going through, and how my daughter is feeling. This is her choice. Just be good to her. It's all I ask." Mary invited me to dinner Saturday, as a sort of celebration. I decided to dress up for our first night. Shiny black shoes, black socks, pressed black dress pants, and a white dress shirt with cuffs and collar. I ignored the cologne, since most of my previous dates preferred a natural smell if we were intending to become intimate. Dinner was sort-of catered. I went out of my way to get some really good Chinese take-out. It would reheat nicely in the oven or the microwave. There was already wine and beer in the 'fridge, so that wasn't a problem, though I doubted she had done much, if any, drinking before. That was in addition to the usual assortment of sodas. It took forever for four o'clock to show up. Brenda didn't show until five. The wait was worth it. She and her mom must have worked for hours to get her looking like that. Her red-blonde hair was pulled back into a pair of braids, one falling behind either shoulder. There were hints of makeup on her face, just enough to accent her eyes, cheeks and lips. She didn't need any more. On top she wore a beautiful soft white blouse with full sleeves and lacy neck and wrists. You could just see hints of the lace bra underneath, through the fabric. Below that was a navy blue miniskirt, just barely long enough to cover the tops of her stocking in front and back, and showing them off on the slit sides. Yes, she wore pale blue elastic-topped stockings. Her shoes were the same navy blue as the dress. This woman-child was a magnificent sight. Her outfit showed off all her assets, including her long luscious legs, nice waist, petite breasts, and, my favorite, that tight, round backside. If Brenda had dressed like that on any of her dates in the last couple of weeks, there's no way those guys would have left her alone. When she came in, she did a slow turn, letting me get a good look at all sides of that beautiful creature. In spite of all the physical beauty, it was her eyes that drew me to her. They glowed, revealing an inner fire I couldn't resist. For a time, little existed other than her, all else fading into nothingness. Her look of love, tinged with lust, re-ignited my passions, sweeping aside all doubts and questions. The woman I loved was standing there, waiting for me, wanting me. "... like it?" She had been speaking, but I hadn't heard any of it. "You are so beautiful ..." In two steps I was there, lifting her in an embrace so we could kiss. I think I may have frightened her a little, since it took some time before her arms finally wove themselves around my neck. It was the single most wonderful kiss I have ever experienced. The magic of the moment was simply too powerful to ever be repeated in my lifetime. That intense period of rapture slowly passed, leaving behind a legacy of happiness, caring, and love. I came back to myself, regaining awareness of my surroundings. She was returning my kiss with a hunger I have rarely seen, pulling herself into me with arms and legs, almost painfully crushing her lips to mine, our tongues dancing in and out in an unchoreographed web of desire. Did I teach her to kiss like that? I pulled back from her for a moment. I needed to breathe. It was either that or pass out. Once again I could see into her eyes and was struck by the raw passion there, something I'd never seen in her before, something I hoped would be there forever. "Wow! Do you kiss all the girls like that?" I chuckled. "Only one." "Yeah? Who?" "You." I leaned in for another kiss, one less forceful, but with all the same love and desire I felt for this woman-child. Her lips tasted of strawberries, I noticed. That was something new for both of us, and it was a bit scary. I had no idea how much this person could affect me until then, and the result was frightening in it's intensity. No person in my life had stirred up those emotions, whether lovers or family. For her, everything was new, untasted and unknown. I had to bring down the heat a little, or I really would have scared her. It was tough reigning in my hormones. We did eventually have dinner, curled up on the couch, watching the sunset again. Despite my romanticism, the wine was left in the fridge. Beer did go nicely with chinese, though. We shared two. After dinner, she dragged me upstairs. "I want to see this thing I've been sitting on for all these months." She was serious. As soon as we were in the room, she sat on the bed and told me to strip. "I've seen everything but what's in your shorts, and I wanna see that thing now too. Come on, get moving." "Impatient, aren't we." I was just as impatient as she was, but was also quite a bit more experienced. A little anticipation goes a long way, and can be quite a turn-on. It only took me about two minutes to undress to my boxers, but probably seemed more like twenty to Brenda. "Here. I'll let you unwrap your new toy." My cock was already hard, tenting out the front of my shorts. She came over, looking a little tentative, reaching out with one of her small hands to touch the front of the bulge. That first contact sent shivers through me. She traced the outline through the fabric, moving it this way and that, getting an idea of the size and shape of it. Hooking her fingers under the elastic on either hip, she pulled my shorts down to my ankles in one motion. My cock sprang free and bounced off her chin on her way down. It was intriguing, watching her examine me, eyes wide and glittering with excitement. "Is this the first cock you've ever seen?" "No, but it's the first one I've seen up close." Interesting answer. I made a mental note to talk with Mary about that. It was my turn next. I sat on the edge of the bed and drew her in to me, pulling her head down for a kiss. It was another pulse-pounding event, with her holding my cock with both hands. Removing my lips from hers, I began to explore the rest of her with them, moving along her chin then down her throat. It was easy to undo her blouse and slip it over her shoulders. She released my shaft and dropped the blouse to the floor. Grabbing each other, we dove into another kiss, assaulting each other with lips and tongues. She pulled back, breaking our kiss and embrace, leaving us both gasping for air. She giggled, the first time I ever heard that sound from her. "I think I need to be naked now, don't you?" I sat there and watched as she removed her bra, dropping it on a chair. She moved her blouse from the floor to that same chair. It was soon followed by her shoes, skirt, stockings, and panties. Now she was nude, standing there in front of me, blushing, but making no move to cover up. In fact, she began to show off a little, turning and letting me get a good close look at every part of her. As much as I had seen with her in a bikini, this was much better. Her breasts were small but perfectly shaped, topped by quarter-sized dark pink aureole and little-girl nipples that were now hard and pointed. Something I immediately noticed was that there were no tan lines. Looking lower, in front and behind, I saw no tan lines anywhere - and no hair. She must have seen the surprise on my face. "We've got a very private backyard. Mom lets us skinny-dip in the pool and get an all-over tan when nobody else is around. It's fun, and a bit exciting. We do it all the time." "No hair, either." I was stating the obvious. "Well, I don't have much anyway, and it's easier to shave it all than try and keep it trimmed for gymnastics. Besides, it makes me feel - *nasty*." "I like it. May I?" I reached out my hands for her breasts, and she moved into them, allowing me to touch, hold, fondle, and caress those tight little tanned half-orbs. Stepping in closer, she pulled my head down towards her chest, keeping her hands on my shoulders for support. How could I resist such an invitation? At first, I simply let my head rest between her mounds, getting used to the feel of being so close to her, still using my hands to gently massage those fleshy pillows, gently teasing and rubbing her nipples with my fingers. It was with care and tenderness, using lips and tongue, that I began to nibble and lick my way around the outsides of her breasts. They were warm, oh-so-soft and silky, tasting slightly salty from sweat. My hands moved behind her, one caressing her shoulders, neck, and upper back, the other moving lower to touch and caress the backs of her legs and that wonderfully tight, round, firm ass. It felt even better than it looked. Those gentle ministrations were having an effect on her. I could feel her body's tension and hear her occasional slight, almost whining, sigh of pleasure. Using both hands, I began a gentle caress of her entire lower body, starting from her lower back, over her ass and down the back of her legs, then up her thighs, over her hips to her waist, across the front of her stomach, then down over her mound and the fronts of her legs. When one hand touched her inner thigh, she spread her legs to allow me access to her crotch. That, I denied myself, for the moment. It was simply too much fun exploring the rest of her beautiful body. My mouth was not idle during that time. I licked and nibbled each orb in turn, slowly inching closer to her nipples, until my tongue was circling just out of reach of her buds. When I opened my mouth and sucked half her tit into my mouth, she shuddered and groaned, pressing herself closer to me, spreading her knees, and starting a slow rocking motion with her hips. She was getting wound up in a hurry. I continued to lick and suck on her nipples, pulling them into my mouth and flicking them with the tip of my tongue, nibbling at them with my lips, sometimes grazing them lightly with my teeth. My hands continuously caressed her body, coming close to but never quite touching her pussy. Her breathing was becoming faster and heavier, those squeaking sighs more frequent. There was now a damp heat radiating from her crotch, something I could feel whenever one of my hands wandered near. The rocking of her hips was also getting faster and more insistent, almost beginning to demand attention. It was difficult to maintain a slow pace, but it was for her pleasure, so I did. If I pushed too fast or too hard, I might have scared her or hurt her, and that would have been unforgivable. My own needs would have to wait, possibly for another day. With the promise of a long future, it was a very small sacrifice. Now she was completely lost within her own pre-orgasmic world. All thoughts and inhibitions had disappeared. I was in control of her body and her sensations, and I wanted to draw out her pleasure for a while. It would have been easy (and I was tempted) to jam my hand into her crotch and drive her into an almost immediate orgasm, but that would be short-changing her after that long, delicious build-up. No, taking my time and doing it right, despite the pounding of my heart and the fire in my belly, was the best thing right then. Moving both hands, I used one to hold, fondle, and squeeze those tight ass muscles of hers, and the other I used to cup her pussy, all of it, from her mound to her ass crack. She immediately spread her legs wider and attempted to drive herself to orgasm by grinding her crotch into my palm. I let my hand be moved along with her hips, denying her that release. Her high-pitched sigh/whines were now interspersed with the odd whimper and moan of frustration. She wanted to cum bad, and I wasn't letting her. It was easy to let my hand ride with her motions, leaving just enough resistance to stimulate her, but not nearly enough to get her off. Slowly she gave up on thrusting, settling in to a slight rocking of her hips. Her whimpers and moans changed to sighs of pleasure when I increased the pressure of both hands, one pushing from behind on her ass, the other pushing up from below and in front against her pussy. She was completely soaked between her legs, pumping out an amazing amount of liquid for such a young girl. It was easy to lubricate one finger and let it settle in between her lower lips, sinking it deep to lie full-length against her inner recesses. Her rocking motion increased in intensity, becoming harder and faster, but only moved a few inches back and forth. I let her get herself off, rocking and swiveling her hips, changing position and angle to press her most sensitive spots against me. I helped by grinding my palm into her mound to stimulate her clit, and by crooking my finger and driving the tip into her hole. She came with a gasp and a shudder, her entire body tensing and stopping all motion. I responded by attacking her with hands and mouth. I had never stopped licking and nibbling her nipples, but I went back to a hard sucking, tonguing, and nipping of them. My hands were driving fast, replacing her now absent motion with their own, pushing her, rubbing her clit, her slot, and the first inch of her vagina. With that strong, flexible, well-conditioned gymnast's body of hers, she could handle a long, drawn-out climax, and I gave it to her. I kept her there for a good minute or so, only slowing and stopping when she ran out of air. I'm not sure how many peaks she had, but each one was punctuated by another loud gasp and a firmer pull on my head with her arms. To prevent her from collapsing on the floor, I stood and picked her up. Laying her out on the bed, I crawled on beside her, pulling her to me in a tight embrace. Shudders were still running through her from that long, intense set of orgasms. I pulled a blanket over us both, then kissed her, lightly, before settling down for some rest. She needed it. I guess I drifted off for a bit there, because I woke up to a wonderful sensation on my cock. When I looked, Brenda was curled up between my legs, one hand slowly stroking my shaft, while she licked the underside with her tongue. Her eyes flickered up to meet mine for a second, acknowledging the fact that I was awake. "I think I like my new toy. In sex ed they always call it a penis. What do you call it?" "Well, when I think about it, I call it my cock." "Sometimes the other girls call it funny names, ones I don't recognize. Can you tell me all of them?" " Brenda, even I don't know all the euphemisms people have for a cock. There's hundreds of them. The one's you'll usually hear are cock, prick, dick, penis, shaft, rod, dirk, dagger, love tool, willie, baby-maker, spunk-jet, rocket - ah hell, I can't remember any more right now." "Do you like what I'm doing to you?" She was giving me a nice, leisurely hand job with a lot of tongue action thrown in. It was a fairly skillful effort too. Somehow I didn't think this was her first time - she was doing too good a job. "Yes, this feels really nice. How many other boys have you done this to?" "None. This is my first time. I've never touched a ... cock ... before." "How come you're so good at it, then?" "Well, if you promise not to tell anyone, I'll let you know." I promised. "I've been watchin' mom and dad for years. They do all kindsa stuff. This is one of dad's favorites. Of course, mom usually does this, too." She moved forward a bit and ... engulfed ... my cock. That's the only way I can describe it. The feeling was incredible as her mouth closed over onto two-thirds of my shaft. I guess she wanted to get used to the taste or the feel or something, because all she did for the next few minutes was do a bit of sucking and lick around on different parts of the shaft and head. She pulled off and let go with an almost audible pop, and resumed her slow stroking. "That doesn't taste too bad. Not like some of the girls said. It's kinda musky and salty, but not gross. What's that stuff?" I opened my eyes again. She was staring at a drop of pre-cum sitting on the head of my cock. "That's a bit of pre-cum. Didn't they teach you about that in your sex ed class?" "N-no. It's not pee, is it?" "No, it's not. I can't pee when I'm excited like this. The plumbing inside gets turned off. They don't teach you much, do they." "All they teach is about penises and vaginas and wombs and testicles and ovaries and eggs and sperm and periods and making babies - and lots and lots about funny diseases people can get. They don't say anything about fucking or kissing or climaxing or any of the good stuff. We gotta figure that out on our own." "True. But that's all part of the fun of growing up. The older you get, the more you know, the more fun you have." "Yeah, but I wanna have fun now, not wait until I'm old. Heck, mom started a long time before me, and Vicky ..." "Vicky?" "Nah. She hasn't done anything with guys yet. She's still a virgin too." So there's secrets for Vicky too. Something else to ask Mary about. "It's time to play with my new toy. Now, how does mom do this ..." She got up on her knees and leaned over my cock. Using her tongue, she lapped up the few drops of pre-cum, rolling them around in her mouth before swallowing. With one motion she was again taking over half my cock in her mouth. This time, she started a slow bobbing motion, sliding up and down my shaft. The conversation had distracted me from what was happening, but suddenly I could feel myself edging a little closer to that ultimate peak. I could tell she was practicing, getting used to the feel of my cock in her mouth, as well as its taste and smell. Her tongue explored every part it could reach, including trying to insinuate itself into the hole in the tip of my cock. I've had better blow jobs, but not for several years. The girl was incredible, instinctively doing all the right things. I guess watching a live show every once in a while helps further an education more than I would have thought. I knew if she kept it up, she'd find out first-hand what semen tasted like. Brenda started trying something new. She pulled back a bit, tipped up her head, and slowly sank down into my groin. I could feel the back of her mouth, then some spasms as her choke reflex kicked in. Moving back a bit, then forward again, she sank a little farther in, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth. She pulled back a bit again, catching her breath, then tilted her head a bit farther and pushed down again. That time I could feel the head of my cock pass through into her throat. I could see the concentration in her face - her eyes were closed tight and her brow was drawn down. After pulling back for some more air, she pushed in again, sinking down until her nose was buried in my curly hairs. She'd done it. I could feel my cock being massaged and compressed every time she swallowed, and could see the lump in her throat where the head of my cock sat. She finally pulled right off, breathing hard, with a look of real satisfaction on her face. All through it I could only lie there and stare at what she was doing, with my jaw hanging open and my eyes bugging out. The last time I'd been swallowed like that was in Puson, and that girl was an expert. I've had plenty of blow jobs since Puson, but never had anyone go right down on me. Guys, if you've ever had this done to you, you know exactly how I felt. It's impossible to describe, trying to combine the intense physical pleasure of a tight throat and warm mouth with the mental stimulation of knowing that your cock is sitting in the gullet of the woman in front of you, and she's doing it willingly. By the time she was done, I was gasping and shuddering, on the verge of climax. But, she was done, and left me hanging there, unaware of how close I was to blowing my load. She slithered up beside me and gave me a big, warm, smack on the lips. "Do you think you could be happy with me? I mean, I am rather young, and underdeveloped, and I don't know much, and ... and ..." "Shhh, Brenda, It's okay. C'mere." I gave her a big hug and a kiss. "Now listen. I love you. I love you for what you are, not what you aren't. You are beautiful, inside and out, with personality, charm, wit, intelligence, and a killer bod. Yes, you are young and inexperienced, but everyone is at one point. I want to be with you while you learn about life and love. As you grow older, your beauty will change from one form to another, but you will still be beautiful. I'll be happy just to be with you, as long as you want me. And I hope that will be for a long, long time." "Richard, I love you." That next kiss lasted for some time. It's amazing how much passion can be expressed by two people holding each other tight in a lip-lock that just won't quit. It helps having a lot of skin contact, and having a partner who can't seem to lie still. We lay there for a while, sneaking little kisses from each other, whispering about nothing in particular, holding and touching, just getting used to being intimate. I watched the lust building up in her eyes, until ... "Richard, would you ..." "Would I what?" "Well, would you, like, do me?" "Do what?" "Well, like, sorta like I did you, sorta?" "You mean, lick your pussy?" I was guessing. "Well, yeah. I see dad do it to mom all the time and she looks like she loves it but the girls at school say guys don't like it and they won't do it 'cause it's gross but they like it too and say it's wonderful but I don't know what it's like and I want to try it! Please?" How she got all that out in one breath I'll never know. "Well, let's see. If you think about it, it is a little gross. I mean, girls pee there, they have periods with all that blood and stuff, they get nasty infections, and they get really sweaty and wet in there." "Oh." "Of course, that's never bothered me. Eating out a girl is probably my third-favorite thing to do." "Oh!" I moved in for another kiss. If she learned to kiss like this from me, then she's a much better student than I am a teacher. Of course, I could be better than I give myself credit for, but I doubt it. It took a while for me to work my way down to her pussy. I lingered on her neck for a bit, then paid more than lip service (Ha! I couldn't resist!) to her breasts and nipples. By the time I arrived, she was breathing heavily and letting out the occasional sigh. Shifting us around, I moved in between her legs and lifted her calves over my shoulders - my favorite position for a long, lingering session. She was beautiful here too. No tan lines - even her pussy lips were tanned. No hair or stubble anywhere. Even as worked up as she was with her legs spread like that, her lips stayed tightly closed. Using both hands, I opened her up to view her hidden treasures. That let loose several trickles of her juice, which I immediately lapped up. If her wiggling and groaning was any indication, she was definitely heated up and ready for more. With the tip of my tongue I traced the junction of her inner thigh and crotch, from bottom to top, up over her bare mound, then down the other side. After a short pause to lap up some more dribbles, I circled back the other way, caught a few more drops, then went back again. When I gave her one broad stroke from hole to hole to pick up a little stream, I had to hold her down so she wouldn't throw me off the bed with her hips. She liked it. I began to lick at and in her hole to clean up all those delicious fluids collected there. Inside, she was creamier than outside, and her taste was a bit thicker and stronger. It was hard to keep up with her flow, especially since I couldn't sink my tongue in all the way. Her hymen blocked off access about an inch deep. So I settled into a rhythm for a while, waiting to see if she'd cum. Lick deep inside several times to pick up her thick cream. Run my tongue along the outside edge of her hole for a few seconds. Trace a line along the edges of both outer and inner lips. Dip down to tickle her anus. Return with two or three broad strokes from hole to hole. Back inside for more juice and cream. Sometimes it was hard to keep the sequence going, especially when Brenda tried to buck me off the bed. She hadn't cum yet, but her moans and unintelligible cries and shouts let me know she enjoyed my attentions. I was pumping my tongue in and out of her hole when there was a sudden arching and stiffening of her entire body, combined with a gasp of indrawn breath. I held her down tightly so she couldn't throw me off, and kept licking up her cream. It changed from a trickle to a stream, letting me enjoy a real mouthful of her delicious juices. She relaxed for an instant, exhaled in a big puff, then gasped and arched her back again, seizing up in another peak. Then a third. Breathing hard and fast, she rolled and jerked her hips at me, wanting more. So I began a slow tongue-tip massage of the skin around and on top of her tiny clit. It wasn't much bigger than the end of her baby finger, but it was sensitive. As soon as she felt the tip of my tongue near her sensitive little button she began to hump her groin, looking for that extra stimulation. I lubricated two fingers in her juicy crack and slid them inside her, down to the first knuckle, and began a slow pump in and out of her vagina in time with my teasing tongue. It was time to speed things up a bit. I wanted her completely satiated before she was completely exhausted, and with all the moving around she was doing, she'd be pooped in no time. Pulling my fingers away for a few seconds, I sent some broad strokes up from anus to the top of her crack, both to collect up her spilling fluids and to lubricate her completely again. Resuming my finger-fucking at a faster pace, I pursed my lips around her clit and began to suck hard, using my tongue to run all around and over top of her hood and sensitive tip. That sent her over hard again, but this time I didn't let up, and she stayed arched, occasionally gasping for air, her unseeing eyes staring at the ceiling, hands clutching the covers, thighs squeezing me tight, and vagina spasming around my fingers. Oh, this girl was fantastic! I finally relented when she came down, collapsing in on herself and gasping for air. There was no way for me to know if she'd had one huge climax, or a rapid succession of them. All I could be sure of was that she'd really gotten off big time. Crawling up beside her again, I cradled her in my arms, letting her enjoy the aftermath of her release. When I kissed her, she responded warmly, but quickly pulled back for some more deep breaths. I pulled the blankets over us and let her drift off to sleep. I'd wake her later to let her dress and go home. She told me earlier that her mother would be waiting up for her. ********************************************************************** < At the time, I didn't try to analyze what I was doing or why I was doing it. All that mattered was that I loved this beautiful young lady, and she loved me. > < In case you're wondering, my 'morals' had been greatly adjusted by my experiences in the far east. Since I wasn't a regular tourist, it went without saying that there were many places I got to that weren't, shall we say, perfectly acceptable to western ideals. More than a few times I was propositioned by girls who were, by my poor estimate, no more than ten or eleven. Fifteen seemed to be about the median age in those areas. The only time I indulged, though, was in the classier massage parlors, where the management could guarantee me that the girl of choice was at least sixteen. They may have mislead me once or twice, but I did try to stay somewhat close to my parent's values. > < Those were the girls I learned massage from. Somehow they had a difficult time believing that someone could pay full price for a girl to do *anything*, but then, after a brief session of lovemaking, want to learn their arts. Strange, but true. They certainly enjoyed my efforts, since theirs was the only body I had available to practice on. I enjoyed myself immensely. You wouldn't believe how many different techniques are employed in all the cities between Djakarta and Sapporo. I tried to make certain the girl was *well* satisfied before I left, since I usually asked for her again if I returned to the same place. It made for a much more enjoyable session the second time around. Of course, massage wasn't the only thing I learned from them. > < Oh, right, sorry for rambling on there, but those were times I remember with a great deal of fondness and joy. > < Getting back to my story, it's about time I explained what happened the next day, Saturday. You see, I'd forgotten that my sister was about to move in with me, and I never mentioned it to anyone, so ... > ********************************************************************** <> Next chapter - A sister's surprise, spies, a crisis (No way this would be their last time together. It was just too much fun, at least for Brenda. Besides, poor Richard was left with a woody and blue balls. Would anyone else be joining in later, though? And what about that slip of the tongue about Vicky? Something to watch for. Later on, things heat up considerably - literally!) Subject: BOMBADIL: "Brenda - A Love Story" 3/9 From: S THOMAS BUSH Date: 14 Apr 1997 19:12:58 GMT -------- Brenda - A Love Story [ M/f f/f ] by Tom Bombadil (c) Aug 1996 Chapter 3 of 9 Disclaimer: All the standard rules apply. If you are offended by explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is illegal to possess such materials at your location, if you are under-age by law in your location, or if somebody else thinks you might have too much fun reading it, stop right now and remove this text from your computer. This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions described by me coming straight out of my imagination. As a work of fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or actions described, nor does it relate to any type of real events in my life, or known to me in the lives of any of my friends or relatives. You've been warned. In this chapter - A sister's surprise, spies, a crisis ********************************************************************** < The first thing that happened on Saturday was that my sister arrived. This didn't go unnoticed. I managed to get her to talk about the real reason she'd come out so early. It was nothing like what I'd imagined... > ********************************************************************** Somehow I managed to crawl out of bed around ten. It had been a long and rather sleepless night, with dreams of Brenda haunting me during the wee hours of the morning. I'd gotten her up around midnight and sent her home, with a great deal of protesting from her, and not much real conviction on my part. I wasn't used to sending my bedmates home to mama. Since the doorbell was what woke me, I wrapped up in a robe and went downstairs to answer it. There was my baby sister Caitlin. It was right about then that I remembered she was supposed to be here today. I hadn't seen her in three years, and she'd changed. Boy, had she changed! The last time I saw her, she was fourteen and just beginning to blossom, tall and gangly, knock-kneed, uncoordinated and tripping over everything. I knew then that she'd be a real beauty, because she'd inherited the best genes from both our mother and father. Now, at seventeen, she'd grown from a promise to her full inheritance. I could still recognize her as my sister, but could also see her as an absolute beauty. Let's see, from the top. Her hair was dark, almost black, long and lustrous, currently pinned back into a ponytail. Her complexion was fair and lightly tanned, with natural highlights around her cheeks. Her lips were a light red, her eyes dark brown, large and liquid. She'd inherited some of our father's height and build, standing 5'7" in her bare feet, with a long, lean frame, and some of mother's assets, with generous ('C' cup) breasts, a narrow waist, curvy hips, a tightly packed and wonderfully bouncy backside, and long, slender legs. I learned later that she kept her figure with lots of swimming and aerobics. She was wearing a silk halter top, tied off just below her breasts (no bra), and long, tight jeans. She smiled, and did a slow pirouette. "Finished gawking yet, Rich? Are you going to invite me in, or stare at me all day?" I closed my mouth, blinked a few times, took a deep breath, and croaked. After clearing my throat, I invited her in. I also dragged in her three suitcases, her trunk, and her duffel bag. She was travelling light. After we exchanged greetings and hugs, I got us a couple of sodas and we sat on the couch to talk. "Well?" I asked, staring pointedly at her. This had always worked before, since she could never match my gaze if she was holding a secret. Eventually she would just blurt it out. It worked this time, too. "You didn't buy that story, did you?" I never even bothered to answer. She was squirming around, looking everywhere but at me. I just waited. She eventually sighed, and stared at the floor. "I guess if I can't tell you, then I can't tell anybody. Will you promise to keep this a secret?" "Sis, I promise that whatever you tell me will remain a secret to everyone living in this house." I had to throw that in, because somehow I knew Brenda would worm all my secrets from me, eventually. I considered her part of 'my' house now. Something I hadn't considered, up until then, was how in hell I was going to explain Brenda to my sister. I somehow doubted I could keep her a secret. "Okay. You remember Gary Porter? He lived over on Dove street." "Yeah, sort of. Wasn't he the tall skinny guy with the thick glasses?" "That's him. You'd never recognize him now. He wears contacts, and he's on the football and rugby teams. He's filled out a lot. We were going steady for a while, then he made a big stink about me not giving him head on one date, and we broke up." She said that so matter-of-factly, without even blushing, that I blushed. My baby sis talking about sex like this? She had changed. I continued my stare. She was far from finished, I could tell. "Do you really need to know the story, Richard? It's really quite personal and rather embarrassing." More embarrassing than talking about not giving head to her ex-boyfriend? Now we were getting to the heart of the matter, in more ways than one. I nodded. She sighed, and took a drink. "You remembered Gary. Do you remember his little sister, Angelique?" I shrugged. It's been quite a while, and anyone much younger than my sister would have been ignored by me. "Well, she's fourteen now, and she's the reason I'm out here now. You see, while I was dating Gary, I also got to know his family, including his sister Angie. She was ... well, I uh ... somehow we ... Oh hell, I don't even know how to say it right. I kept going out with Gary only because it let me get close to her. I don't know how it happened, it just did. It's never happened to me before!" Talking about sex with a boy wasn't embarrassing. Talking about something between her and a girl was. This had to be something special. "You mean, you, and Angelique, a fourteen year old girl, got sort of intimate?" "Richard, we didn't get sort of intimate." She sighed a bit, staring at the floor, then continued. "We were full-blown lovers. For three months." She turned and stared at me, finally blushing. "There. It's out. You know." "So, how come you're here?" "After Gary and I broke up, it was a lot harder for Angie and I to find the time and privacy we needed. One night her father caught us, bare-ass naked in bed and making out. He went ballistic. He threatened to call in the police, our parents, the church, the school, social workers, everybody. He wanted me put away for life for 'ruining' his daughter. I guess his wife was a little more tolerant, or maybe a little more afraid of the stink it would cause. She and Angie talked him into keeping things quiet, for their sakes, not mine, as long as I left town. That's why I'm here early." It was some shock, finding out that my sister had fallen for another girl. And a younger one, at that. I thought about it for a while. "Well? Aren't you going to yell at me too? Don't you think I'm a wicked and sinful girl, just like them? Say something!" "Sis, if you want to fall for another girl, who am I to say you're wrong. It's your choice to make, not mine. I'm certainly not going to yell or scream or anything like that. Besides, regardless of who you share your bed with, you'll always be my baby sis." She stared at me for a second, with her mouth hanging open, then jumped into my lap and gave me a big hug and a rather un-sisterly kiss on the lips. I hugged back, and my cock began to stir. Sister or not, this was a beautiful and well-built lady squirming around on top of me, and that kiss was rather suggestive. I hoped it was just an accident. The last thing I needed right now was more complications in my life. "Really?" "Yes, really. What, did you think I'd disown you or something? You know me better than that." "Thanks Rich. I needed to hear that. You're such a wonderful brother! I'm glad you don't think I'm really weird and perverted. It's been hard enough on me as it is." "Sis, you're here with me now. You know I've always been there for you, and I always will be. Who else knows?" "You, me, Angie, and her mother and father." "Our folks don't know? Gary?" "Nope. Nobody else. I guess that's why it's been so hard. I couldn't even talk to mother. It's been ... a strain." She was on the edge of tears, I could hear it in her voice and see it in the tension on her face. That was something we both wanted to avoid right now. Let her cry later, when she was more comfortable. "Yeah," I chuckled. "My poor poor overstressed sis. So many troubles, so much heartache, nobody loves you. Nobody in the world hurts like you do, nobody else ever ..." "Stop that! You're teasing! Don't!" "At least you still have a sense of humor! Come on, I'll show you around the place and let you get settled in. You even get your own bedroom, with no sharing!" I knew that would get to her. Caitlin and Suzanna shared a bedroom up until I moved out permanently, five years ago. "A room all my own! Why, how generous! I was expecting to have to share a room with you when I got here. Thank you." Well, turnabout is fair play. She REALLY got me with that comment. I was hard as a rock, and knew she could feel it underneath her. After all, she was straddling my lap. She kissed me again, on the lips. I resolutely kept my mouth shut. Gorgeous babe or not, this was my sister, and I was now spoken for. Spoken for. That was going to take some getting used to. "C'mon, let's go have a look at this place. First, I want to see *my* room. Besides, I think you're getting a little too excited." She wiggled her bottom a bit, getting me even more excited. Standing and grabbing my hand, she dragged me up the stairs. It wasn't until later I found out that there were two pairs of eyes watching us, through the french doors, ever since my sister arrived. I gave Caitlin the royal tour. She liked her room, especially the queen sized bed and walk-in closet, but hated the curtains. Besides being ugly, they closed off that huge, deep-set window seat. It was, according to her, just right for curling up in and reading. Not my style, but okay. She also loved my back porch with it's unimpeded view out over the pacific ocean, and the fact that there was a real beach only a few minutes walk away. Afterwards, I told her to make herself at home because I needed to have a shower and shave and stuff. I'd cook lunch later. ********************************************************************** < In order to give you the full story, I'm going to have to shift perspectives a bit. It's the only way I can think of to let you know what happened over at Brenda's that day. Especially about Vicky. Since a lot of the important stuff happened to other people, I'll act like a fly on the wall, filling you in on the important bits. > < I think I'll keep my nose out of her from now on. You should just be reading the story, not my idiot interjections. Sooo... > ********************************************************************** "Mom, what am I going to wear!" yelled Brenda from upstairs in her bedroom. Mary, her mother, walking over to the bottom of the stairs, answered back "Why not wear your red blouse and skirt? You know, the one we got for you last fall? As far as I know it should still fit you, after all you're not developing THAT fast!" "Aw, not that one, it makes me look like a ten year-old!" Coming from someone who's only just turned 13, that sounded a little silly. "All right dear, I give up." said her mother. "You've gone through everything else in your wardrobe. You can wear the blue blouse and skirt. I don't know what all the fuss is about though, after all, Richard's been over for dinner lots of times, and you've never made a fuss like this before. You'd think it was a special occasion or something." She laughed a bit under her breath. "Thanks Mom! When's Richard gonna be here?" "I haven't checked with him yet - I've been too busy helping you and getting everything else ready. Besides, you kept me up 'til 2 AM with all your chatter last night! I thought I deserved a chance to sleep in. I guess I better go ask him now." Vicky, Brenda's kid sister, stuck her head out of the kitchen door and whispered at her mother. "Hey, wanna know a secret? I think Richard's got a girlfriend." Mary whispered back "No, he said he doesn't have a girlfriend. What makes you think he does?" "Yeah? Well, look out the window. There's a girl there that looks like she's moving in! She's real pretty too!" Mary just had to look. Yes, there she was, standing beside a cab, and the driver was lugging some big trunk down to Richard's place. "Come on, Vicky, let's go see what's going on. Now!" The two of them made it down to Richard's back porch just as Richard and Caitlin were settling down on the couch. They hid themselves, but continued to watch. They saw the two talking for a while, and it looked to be personal, because Richard blushed, then Caitlin blushed. They watched Caitlin jump into Richard's lap and give him a kiss on the mouth, then talk for a while longer. Mary could hardly contain herself when she saw that girl kiss Richard again, squirming around on his lap. Then, when she dragged Richard upstairs, him obviously aroused and wearing not much more than his robe, she became angry. She cautioned Vicky to keep this a secret for now, because she wanted to talk to Brenda and Richard before deciding what to do. ********************************************************************** < Mary had the sense to know that things weren't always what they seemed, and wanted to wait until she had a chance to talk to me before deciding that I was a low-life scumbag. That's when June came over and talked to Caitlin and found out that yes, she was indeed moving in with me. At least she still wanted to hear it from me before siccing Will onto me with a baseball bat. > < Yes, I know. I promise this will be the last time. I'll keep my two bits to myself. > ********************************************************************** When Richard got out of the shower, Caitlin looked at him a bit strangely. She said there had been a visitor. "She was an older lady, and said her name was Mary. She saw my suitcases and stuff and asked if I was moving in. It was strange. I said yes, and she got a rather hard look in her eyes. She told me to make sure you brought me over for dinner tonight, and to be there at five." "Oh, shit." He sat down and put his head in his hands. It finally dawned on him how this would look to Mary and Brenda." "Shit, shit, shit." That didn't make him feel any better. "All right, Richard, what the hell is going on here? Since I'm gonna be living here, you'd better let me in on your dirty little secrets. Are you into older ladies or something?" She said that last bit with a smile and a twinkle in her eyes. "Caitlin, remember how I promised to keep your secret within this house?" "Yes." She said this quite guardedly, losing that laughing mood she'd had a few seconds ago. "I need you to promise the same thing. This is very important to me." "Richard, I trusted you with my big secret. I hope I can be trusted with yours. I promise not to tell anyone. Whatever it is, it must be pretty wicked." He told her. It was one of the hardest things he'd ever done. ********************************************************************** < I guess I should let you hear my sister's little blow-up. It's something I'd much rather forget. I really don't like it when my sister is mad at me. And boy was she mad. > < All right, all right! Quit throwing things! I'm outta here! > ********************************************************************** "YOU WHAT!!!" Caitlin was pacing up and down in Richard's living room, glaring at him every once in a while to make certain he stayed properly abject. "God almighty! I can just see it now, people asking me about my brother -'oh, you mean the child molester'. Sorry, you're right, it's statutory rape. They'll still put you away for ten or twenty years for god sake!" She continued her pacing, and her tirade started again. "And what about the girl, this thirteen year old 'woman' that you've taken to bed with you. Have you thought about what it's going to do to her for the rest of her life? God Richard, I thought you at least had a few brain cells active when you're horny!" After a few more minutes of this, she finally burned off enough steam to sit down again. "Sis, please, listen. I didn't seduce her, drag her off by the hair or hypnotize her or anything like that. This girl knew exactly what she was doing. At times, I felt like I was the virgin little boy being seduced by her! In fact, that was probably her intention from the beginning." "Look, I know what I did. If it had been any other young girl, she would have been sent home right away with a swat on the backside. I don't have a taste for children, regardless of how this looks. Brenda is not an ordinary girl. She is more mature than many of the college girls I've met. As far as the consequences go, I have thought of them, both for me and for her." "I'm not asking you to forgive me, or even to understand what we did. Please, just give me a little slack until you meet her. That's all I'm asking. Can you do that for your 'poor brain-dead brother'?" Richard said that last line with such a sad, woebegone expression, Caitlin couldn't suppress a small grin. "All right, I won't turn you in to the cops right away. But you better be on your best behaviour from now on. No more funny stuff! I'll be watching you like a hawk. Do you understand me, Richard?" "I believe so. But I'm not going to make any promises that I won't keep." "God, you're totally incorrigible. I don't know what I'm gonna do with you." She gave out a long sigh. "I guess it's time to get ready for this dinner. You look terrible. You need another shower and a proper shave, and you look like you need a nap, too. "True, I didn't sleep well last night. I kept dreaming about this perfect little lady I'd met, one who dragged me off to school with her so she could display me to the class in show and tell." Caitlin let out a small laugh as she pictured the scene. "Okay Richard, I think I'll let you live, at least for now. You really caught me by surprise with that one. I thought I was the only one carrying around deep dark secrets. Now for the important question - how should I dress for this dinner. Formal? Casual? Beach? Slutty? Or maybe you'd prefer Little Girl?" "None of the above. How about as 'My Grown-up Little Sister'?" "I'm not sure I've got an outfit for that, but I'll try. Now you go jump back in the shower before you make us both late! I've still got to get some of these clothes sorted out." ********************************************************************** < Mary was now unnecessarily setting the stage for some serious waterworks. > < Ouch, that hurt! I can tell, you're peeved. I know when I'm not wanted any more. You'll miss me when I'm gone. > ********************************************************************** When Mary walked back into her house, she tried to bring back some of the bright and cheerful mood she'd had only a few minutes ago. It didn't do much good. 'I'm just going to have to give Brenda some warning, that's all.' Mary thought to herself. 'But not yet. Let her have a few more hours of bliss first. I just hope I'll be able to keep up a facade that long.' Will noticed the change as soon as she walked into the kitchen. Walking up to her, he wrapped both his arms around her and pulled her into his chest. "What's wrong, honey?" "I'm not really sure." There was a slight quaver in her voice that told him she was deep-down upset. She was not telling him the full truth, that was obvious. It definitely had something to do with her short trip to Richard's, and very likely involved Brenda as well. An ugly picture started to form in the back of his mind, and wouldn't go away. "Come on dear, give me a hand please. I'd like to get an early start on dinner." She slid out of his arms and started puttering around the kitchen. "I think this should be an interesting evening. Oh, and before I forget, we'll need an extra place setting. Richard will be bringing someone else with him." Around 4:30, Mary knew she couldn't put off talking with Brenda any longer. Her daughter had been breezing around the entire house, apparently floating around on her own little cloud. Even the taunts of her younger sister, which normally would earn some smart comebacks, were ignored. Asking Will to watch things in the kitchen, she went upstairs to her daughter's bedroom. "Brenda? Brenda darling, could I talk to you for a minute please?" "Sure mom. How do I look?" This was the first time today Mary actually looked at Brenda wearing her blue outfit. When her dad bought it for her, just after her last birthday, he said it was for her next 'special occasion'. He was thinking she would wear it out to a party or some other function that young girls attached so much importance to. When Brenda modeled the outfit for her parents and her sister that night, it certainly didn't look much like it did today. The blouse and skirt were both blue, a muted, medium shade rather than something really dark or really flashy, but the fabric itself seemed to have a lustre coming from deep inside, as though there was a bright light shining through it from behind. The blouse was made from a lighter material than the skirt, but both had the same color and sheen. Neither had any visible print or pattern to them. The blouse buttoned down the front, and was supposed to tuck into the skirt. Brenda had done something to the bottom edge, though, because it ended right at the top of the skirt. When she moved, little bits of her back, sides, and tummy peeked out between the blouse and the top of the skirt. It didn't lay flat on top of her breasts. It puffed over and around them, suggesting the content and shape of her breasts, but not fully revealing them. A tiny red porcelain rose had been attached to the collar, just under the left side of her jaw. A hint of puff was there on each of the short sleeves, rounding the shoulders and softening the arm line, making the blouse look far more feminine than it normally would have. In addition, on the front of the blouse, the seams along the buttons and the button holes had somehow been 'scalloped', making sure that the two edges wouldn't lie flat together. There would always be a few small peepholes for someone to look through. Every once in a while, as she moved, you could see a tiny bit of the white lacy bra she was wearing underneath. The skirt had also been subtly altered. It was now sporting a short slit up the left thigh that definitely wasn't there before. The bottom edge of the skirt fluttered and danced every time she moved, hinting that more could be revealed at any time. On her legs Brenda was wearing pale blue stockings that disappeared up under the skirt. Through the new slit, though, you could occasionally see the top of one stocking and the tiny white bow there. Her low-heel shoes were also pale blue, and her nails were done in a light pink. Instead of the usual loose hair or pigtails, her hair had been pulled back and done up into some sort of complex french braid, intertwined with a bright blue ribbon. Her ears sported tiny sparkling blue gemstone earrings. "Vicky did my hair, " Brenda smiled a little mischievous grin, "in between her bratty spells." Mary looked very closely at her daughter as Brenda turned and pranced in front of her. This was the type of innocent beauty that women all over the world paid vast sums of money to try and achieve, and rarely succeeded. The blue ribbon showed off her strawberry blonde hair to perfection, the muted blue of the blouse somehow brought out the colours of her pink-red lips and glowing green eyes, and the slit skirt and stockings formed to her legs and bottom perfectly, making them look far more sexy than if she were naked. "Come on mom, how do I look!?" "Well dear, you look absolutely devastating. I pity any man or boy who sees you dressed like that. You'd have them reduced to gibbering simpletons in seconds." "D'you think Richard will like it too?" Mary gave a bit of a sigh, and sat down on the edge of Brenda's bed. "Please dear, come over here and sit down beside me. That's what I came here to talk to you about. You see, men don't always mean what they say when they're talking with a pretty girl. Their hormones do strange things to their brains, sometimes making it impossible for them to think clearly or logically. Yes, I know we talked about this last night, that you've finally gotten Richard, but he may not see that yet. He may still see you as a child, rather than as a woman." "No mom, Richard and I talked about this several times. He does love me." "Dear, I'm not saying that isn't true. All I'm trying to say is that you shouldn't look at him as yours quite yet. There may be facets of himself or his life that he's never revealed to any of us." Suddenly, Vicky stepped in from the doorway. She'd been secretly listening in on the conversation. "Wanna know a secret? Richard's already got a girlfriend." She tried to hide her grin behind her hand, really having fun with this. Brenda suddenly became very quiet and very serious. "Vicky, how do you know Richard has a girlfriend?" Vicky, looking to her mother then back at Brenda, suddenly stopped grinning. She saw that her sister and mother were very serious, not taking this as teasing or joking, and it no longer seemed funny. "I saw her. She got out of a cab with a whole lot of suitcases and stuff, and the driver carried the stuff down the walkway to Richard's house. Then she went down there too. Me and mom saw her and Richard kissing in his place." Brenda's stomach was starting to tie itself into knots. "Mom?" "Yes dear, we did see them. She is moving in over there, but no, I didn't find out anything about her. I told her to make sure Richard brought her to dinner with him, so we should be able to find out what's going on real soon. Okay?" When she didn't get any response, Mary tried again. "I said Okay?" This time, she got a mumbled uh-huh and a little bit of head nodding. That would have to do. "All right, it's getting close to dinner time. You two wash up, then meet me in the living room to greet our guests. Shoo!" She ushered them out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. Mary then turned and went downstairs to the kitchen to get a much-needed hug from her husband. ********************************************************************** A while later, Richard and Caitlin were dressed and ready to go. They both had opted for a simple look, rather than overdressing. Richard wore a white patterned dress shirt, open at the neck, a pair of black dress pants, and black shoes. This showed off his strong shoulders, broad chest, flat stomach and tight buns to perfection. Caitlin had also decided to go with a simple black theme. Black pumps, grey/black nylons, black panties and bra, and a mid-thigh-length black evening dress. Silver earrings and a hint of makeup finished off the look. Richard, taking a good long eyeful, finally realized just how grown up and good looking his baby sister was now. Three extra years had done a lot for her. Her breasts and hips had filled out a little, her stomach was a bit flatter, and her ass looked absolutely gorgeous. The dress was not tight, but followed all the curves nicely. It showed off her firm, trim young body beautifully. His cock also noticed, and he started getting hard again. "Caitlin, you look absolutely gorgeous." "Thanks. You're not a bad hunk yourself, you know. But you'd better watch that thing," glancing at the bulge in his crotch, "that's what's getting you into trouble, remember?" Caitlin opened the door and started heading outside. Looking at him over her shoulder, and giving him a little wink, she added "You know, if you weren't my big brother, I'd probably make a pass at you." "Same goes for me, sis. Now, lets go see what kind of trouble I'm in." Just before they got to Mary and Will's front door, Caitlin whispered in Richard's ear. "I'm getting a little scared, how about you?" "Actually, Caitlin, I'm almost over that now. Being scared stiff all day has sort of made me a little numb." When Richard knocked on the door, Caitlin grabbed his arm and hung on to it for (her) moral support. ********************************************************************** Up in her room, watching out her window, Vicky saw Richard and the same girl she'd seen earlier step out from his walkway and head toward their place. Running down the stairs, she shouted out "Here he comes, and he's bringing that girl with him!" "All right, everybody into the living room. Lets greet our guests properly." Mary started ushering Will and Brenda out of the kitchen in the right direction. When they heard the knock on the door, Will was right there to open it. "Hello Richard. Won't you two please come in?" As Richard and Caitlin started to step in, Brenda couldn't help staring. There was HER Richard, walking into HER house, with an absolutely gorgeous lady hanging onto his arm, less that 48 hours after promising himself to her forever. After what her mother and sister told her just a few minutes ago, it was just a bit too much. The emotions that had been keeping her high since yesterday suddenly slammed her down. With a long wail, she burst into tears and ran upstairs into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. This caught everyone by surprise. Will started heading toward the stairs, but Mary's hand on his arm stopped him. "No dear, leave her alone for a while. Please." Turning back to the door and giving Richard a hard look, Mary finally asked "Well, Richard? Aren't you going to come in and introduce us to this lovely lady?" Richard's eyes were glued to the top of the stairs where Brenda disappeared, and he only half-heard her question. She noticed this, realizing that regardless of how things looked, he did care for her little girl. Mentally pulling himself back together, he stepped into the living room, Caitlin still hanging onto his arm, and closed the door. "Caitlin, these are my neighbours, Mary Dawes, her husband Will, their younger daughter Vicky, and the one that disappeared upstairs is their older daughter Brenda. Mary, Will, Vicky, this is my baby sister, Caitlin." Everything in the room seemed to freeze for a few seconds. Will simply stood there with a look of concern and confusion on his face, glancing back and forth between Richard, Caitlin and his wife. Mary still hadn't told him what was going on. He now had some very strong suspicions, but she had asked him to let her take the lead in this, so he didn't say anything. Vicky's jaw hung open, and she couldn't stop staring at Caitlin. Caitlin felt this and looked at Vicky, seeing a hint of lust in the little girl's eyes. She blushed, not really knowing why, and looked away. Mary, when what Richard said sank in, felt a sudden release of the tension that had been gripping her for hours. With a small sigh, her knees suddenly let go and she sat down on the couch. 'Whew' she thought. 'That explains a few things. Glad I kept my mouth shut over there.' Aloud, breaking the silence, "So, this is your baby sister? You never mentioned anything about her coming out for a visit." "Actually," Richard replied, "it was a bit of a shock to me as well. I'd forgotten all about her call a couple of weeks ago, what with all that was going on around here, and she surprised me this morning." "Yeah. You should have seen the look on your face when you opened the door and saw me standing there. I wish I had a picture of that! It was priceless! Actually, we'd planned on me coming out here in the fall to go to school, but I decided I'd rather spend the summer here on the beach than back home. I think it'll be a lot more fun!" Mary's mind was churning furiously, trying to sort out her thoughts, and figuring out what she should do to get things straightened out. She decided. "Will, why don't you take Vicky and Caitlin into the kitchen and get them something to drink. You can check on dinner while you're there. I'd like to chat with Richard for a few minutes." Will looked questioningly at his wife. "Ok, but what about ..." glancing up the stairs. "I think Brenda should be left alone for a little while. It'll be better this way." With that, her husband ushered Vicky and Caitlin off toward the kitchen, making certain he closed the door behind him. This gave his wife the privacy that she had hinted at needing for her chat. He didn't know what was happening, but if Richard was in any way hurting his daughter, he'd rip the bastard apart with his bare hands. Richard sat on the opposite end of the couch from Mary, and simply waited. The reactions of Mary and Brenda had gotten him very confused. When he'd seen the look of pain in Brenda's eyes just before she ran upstairs, it had surprised and deeply hurt him. "Richard, I'd like to start by apologizing to you." "Huh?" Talk about a brilliant response. "When I went over to your place to tell you when to come for dinner, I got hit with a rather nasty shock. After what Brenda said happened yesterday, I suddenly find a beautiful young lady moving in with you. I jumped to the obvious conclusion that you'd lied to Brenda and had a girlfriend moving in. I'm sorry." Richard sat there for a few seconds, letting this soak in. Mary didn't seem to be upset about what he and her daughter had done. Even stranger, she was apologizing to him for doubting him. It took a few seconds for this to register properly. Clearing his throat before saying anything, Richard paused for a few more seconds to consider his words. "I don't think there's much to apologize for. Looking at it like that, I'm not sure I wouldn't have thought the same thing. I didn't have any time to consider other people's reactions to my sister moving in, since it was such a surprise." "Well anyway, Richard, that's what's wrong with Brenda. She thinks you lied to her. When we're finished our talk, I think you'd better go up and see her. I think she needs you." "One thing I do need to know is how you feel about my daughter." "Actually, Mary, I love her." That was it. He'd managed to say it. She actually smiled a bit! "Okay, so how do you feel about what happened last night?" She was not going to let him have time to think about it. She wanted an honest answer, not a 'correct' one. "I'm not sorry that it happened, if that's what you're asking. It's the consequences that have been haunting my mind all day." "Were you speaking the truth in everything you told her?" "Every word. I don't think I could lie to her even if I wanted to." "Good. No, I'm not upset about what happened. We've discussed this before. As long as you don't hurt my daughter, my husband and I will trust the two of you together." With that, Mary gave Richard another little smile. "She's really much more mature than you would believe for a person of her age. Actually, I'm kind of happy with her choice. She could have done much worse. The age difference is a problem, but we can talk about that another time." Richard sat there for a few more seconds, feeling a bit stunned, having a hard time absorbing all this. Not only was Mary not mad at him, but she seemed to approve of what Brenda and he had done! It was one thing for them to talk about it before the fact, but now, after what the two of them had done last night, it seemed very odd to hear Mary's acceptance. "Mary, Brenda is only thirteen. Don't you think that's just a little too young for making decisions like this? And me, I'm almost twice her age!" He could hardly believe that he was arguing against Mary letting Brenda and him continue on. This had to be brought up again, though, for his own peace of mind. "That's true, Richard, and it will be a problem for quite some time. As for Brenda choosing at thirteen, that's not all that young for our family. Remember, I chose Will when I was eleven. I haven't told you this yet, but my mother was married at fifteen, and my sister picked out her future husband when she was fourteen." "I know exactly how Brenda feels, because all the women in my family, except Vicky, have been through the same thing. I will not be the one to break her heart by standing in her way." "What I do want to know now is exactly how you feel about all this, and whether or not you think you can handle it. If you can't handle it, or you aren't willing to go through with this for the long term, now is the time to break it off, before things go too far. I'll give you a couple of minutes to think it over." With that, Mary got up and went into the kitchen. Things were fairly quiet in there, with Will and Caitlin involved in polite conversation, and Vicky listening to them, watching the other girl intently. They both became silent as she walked in. Will looked at her questioningly, and she answered back with a slight shake of her head. After helping herself to a glass of water, she did a quick check on dinner, more out of a need to do something with her hands than anything else. Everything was doing fine. Will and Caitlin resumed their conversation when it became apparent that Mary wasn't going to say anything, and wasn't really paying any attention to them. After a very long couple of minutes, Mary went out to the living room and sat back down on the couch. Richard waited for Mary to get comfortable before he started, speaking slowly and carefully. "Mary, I said that I love Brenda. I do. I want to make her happy. I will be hers for as long as she wants me. I don't know what kind of person this makes me, but I have fallen completely in love with your daughter." "Good. I'm glad you spoke from your heart, rather than trying to do the right thing. You'd better go up and see her. Right now she probably wishes she were dead, and maybe you too. She needs you." "Mary, before I go, I better warn you that I told my sister everything. She's a little freaked right now, and I'm surprised that she actually came over." "It sounds like your sister cares about you. I'll talk with her as well." Mary stood up and pulled Richard up after her. Shooing him off toward the stairs, she told him that he'd better go upstairs and see to his lady. Giving out a long sigh, really happy with the way her chat with Richard turned out, Mary mentally braced herself for her next talk, one that she knew she couldn't put off. Stepping into the kitchen, receiving the same questioning glance from her husband, and giving him the same slight negative, she asked Caitlin to come into the living room for a couple of minutes. Will gave his wife a short, very intense questioning look. Mary stepped out into the living room, preceding Caitlin, without giving him any kind of reply. Will turned to his youngest daughter, being the only other person left in the kitchen. "Well Vicky? Do you know anything about this, or are you just as much in the dark as I am?" Vicky just sat there and shrugged her shoulders, afraid to tell him what she thought she knew. She just stared at her drink, fighting her feelings, and wondering why her thoughts kept returning to the memory of how Caitlin looked when she stood in the doorway. Out in the living room, after sitting down on the couch, Caitlin looked around for her brother, and, not seeing him, asked Mary where he had gone. "He's gone upstairs to talk with Brenda. It will be quite a relief for her to learn that you're Richard's sister." Caitlin looked at Mary, looking slightly confused. "By the way, he also told me that he's talked with you about what he and Brenda did last night." A few seconds later, Caitlin found her voice again, and asked in a very quiet voice "You know what happened, and you still let Richard go up to her? In her bedroom? Him, alone, with your daughter?" "Yes. Right now Brenda needs him. I doubt anything would happen up there anyway. She prefers doing things on her own terms. When Brenda told me that she'd gotten Richard, I was quite surprised. I simply wasn't expecting it to happen this soon. I do know how Brenda feels though, I felt the same way the moment I first laid eyes on my future husband. Of course, I was a lot younger - all of ten at the time. Will still doesn't know about all the things I did to make certain he would be mine." "Are you telling me that you expect Richard and your daughter to continue this relationship? I mean, they were having sex!" Caitlin was becoming more and more confused. "If Brenda has anything to say about it, their relationship will continue and grow, with all that implies. She's told me that she is completely in love with Richard, and Richard has told both her and me that he loves her." She looked hard at Caitlin. "If anything were to pull them apart, it would break Brenda's heart, and probably Richard's as well. I'm not about to let that happen. I care too much about them both. I'm not certain how you feel about Richard, but separating them would hurt them both terribly. I truly hope that you can understand this, and at least wait for a while before doing anything rash." Caitlin took a few deep breaths to steady her nerves before replying. "This has been a bit of a shock to me, coming out here and finding that my brother is now involved with a thirteen year old girl. I don't know what to think. No, I'm not going to do anything drastic like calling the police. I don't think I can approve of this the same way you seem to, but I won't stop it. I just hope this doesn't end in disaster. I've had enough of that already." Mary, surprised at the strength of feeling she heard in that last sentence, decided not to follow up on it. Maybe later. "Okay, I'll accept that." They both got up and headed for the kitchen. "Now, I think I'd better put my husband out of his misery. He's probably guessed what's going on, but he's agreed to let me handle things my way for now." "You mean he doesn't know about this? Oh my god." "It'll be ok. Just be quiet and let me handle things." Her talk with Caitlin had gone far more smoothly and quickly than Mary had expected. Things were looking much better. They both walked into the kitchen. Vicky was sitting at the table sipping on her drink and Will was fiddling around with the food on the stove. He turned around when they came in and looked at his wife. She looked a lot better now than she had a while ago - most of the tension was gone, and she had an almost smug look on her face. Apparently, things were working out according to her plans. He just wished he knew what they were. "So, is dinner ready yet, honey?" "It's been ready for a few minutes. Now all we need are enough people in the kitchen to make it worth sitting down to eat." "Okay, thanks dear. Vicky, do you think you could help Caitlin set the table and get dinner served up? Your father and I need a few minutes alone. Thanks dear, I knew you wouldn't mind. Come on honey." Mary turned and walked back into the living room without waiting for anybody else to say anything. Will just looked at Vicky and Caitlin with a raised eyebrow and followed his wife out the door. They sat on the couch facing each other, while Mary explained everything that had happened, and what she expected to happen. Will sat quietly through the whole thing, not interrupting, not saying anything. When she was done, she sat silently, waiting for his response. It wasn't quite what she'd expected. Will leaned over and gave her a kiss, then said "OK honey, I'll trust you on this. I remember a bit of what you went through. But if anything goes wrong, there'll be hell to pay." He gave a bit of a chuckle. "So, she got to him already. We seem to be a very passionate family, don't we?" This last sentence was a little confusing to Mary. It was a little out of character for her husband. She decided to ignore it for now. ********************************************************************** << End of chapter 3>> Next chapter - making up, torture, a two sister surprise, a guilt trip, their second time (Sounds like a good excuse for a nice, long session of making up. But what's this with Vicky and Caitlin. Is there something else going on we should know about? Maybe some of that history Brenda had hinted at? No sex again, but then, I write stories with real people in them, all for my own amusement. If it wasn't for the story, I wouldn't bother, and you wouldn't get the good bits. So there. Nyaaah. There's lots of good bits coming though.) Subject: BOMBADIL: "Brenda - A Love Story" 4/9 From: Shelby Bush Date: 11 Apr 1997 14:44:45 GMT -------- Brenda - A Love Story [ M/f f/f ] by Tom Bombadil (c) Aug 1996 Chapter 4 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 - making up, torture, a two sister surprise, a guilt trip, their second time ********************************************************************** Richard walked upstairs into Brenda's room and closed the door behind him. He saw her lying on the bed, curled up on her side, facing the wall. Her whole body was shaking with quiet sobs. "Brenda?" There was no response. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he reached over to caress her shoulder. She pulled away a little the first time he touched her, but stayed still when he put his hand on her shoulder again. All he heard was a very muffled "go away". "Brenda, please listen to me. If you still want me to go away when I'm finished, I will. I promise." "Remember what I said the other night? I told you that I loved you, and that I would be there for you as long as you wanted me. I meant it then, and I mean it now. I do love you. I want to be with you and make you happy. I never realized until then how much I do love you. When I saw you downstairs, the look you gave me, filled with all that pain, almost tore me apart. Brenda, I am yours until you tell me you don't want me any more. But it looks like it's going to take you a while before you really believe me." "Your mother and I had a talk before I came up here, so I'm feeling a lot better about us, and so is she. She told me what's wrong. I'm sorry I hurt you, but I forgot that Caitlin was coming. No, she isn't my girlfriend or lover or mistress or anything like that. She's my sister. Now, if you still want me to go away, I will." He felt her sobbing slowly stop. In a tiny little voice he heard her ask "Your sister?" "Yes, my sister." Brenda half-turned and looked at him, eyes cloudy with tears, face flushed, with streaks all down her cheeks. That look of hurt was still in her eyes, but there was also a spark of hope. "Is she really your sister?" Staring deep into those big green eyes, Richard found it hard to speak. He wanted to take her into his arms, to hug and cuddle her, to kiss away all the pain he saw. But he knew that he had to be very gentle with her right now, and let her come to him. "Yes, Tinkerbell, she really is. Caitlin is my baby sister. You are the only love I have." Brenda then rolled over, climbed onto Richard's lap, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and started crying into his shoulder. He knew that at that moment, she was definitely still a little girl. Richard just held her close, hugging her to him, whispering sweet soothing sounds into her ear. A little while later, when the sobbing had stopped, he heard her quiet voice in his ear. "Do you really love me?" "Yes, Tinkerbell, I really and truly do love you with all my heart." "Good, 'cause I love you too. Don't you ever do this to me again." With that, she shifted around until she was looking into his eyes, then gave him the softest, most sensual kiss he'd ever had in his life. A short eternity later, there was a knock at the door. Mary stuck her head into the room and said that dinner was ready, so if they were both ok, they'd better get cleaned up and down to the kitchen. She then closed the door, leaving the two of them alone again. "Well, Tinkerbell," Richard whispered, breaking their kiss. "Do you feel ok now?" "Uh huh" was her only reply, as she gave him a short, intense kiss. "Right," Richard said, trying to catch his breath. "Lets go get cleaned up for dinner. I think my sister wants to meet you." Brenda got up to head for the bathroom, letting Richard have his first good look at her since he arrived. "Whew. Brenda, who did you get all dressed up for?" She looked at him and smiled a bit. "You, silly. Do you like it?" She stood away from him and gave a little spin. He couldn't help it. He was getting hard just looking at her. "Well, that's just about the hottest and sexiest outfit I've ever seen. I love it." "Yeah, I see you do like it." Brenda reached over and ran her hand down the front of his pants, following the outline of his hardening cock. A smile teased at the corners of her mouth. "At least, part of you does." "Come on, you little tease, lets get cleaned up before things get out of hand. Or in your case, before something gets into your hands." They both laughed a bit at that bad joke, and headed for the bathroom. Downstairs in the kitchen dinner was being served up. When Mary came down after checking in on Brenda and Richard, she said she wasn't sure how much longer they would be, so everyone might as well get started. She'd been right earlier, it had been an interesting evening. There was no way she could have seen how much more interesting it would get. A few minutes later, Richard and Brenda walked in. Brenda's arms were wrapped around Richard's chest, and his arm was around her shoulders. "It looks like you're feeling a little better Brenda," Mary said, breaking the sudden silence. "Yeah, mom. I feel a lot better now. Maybe even a little bit hungry." Mary cleared her throat, then nodded toward Caitlin. "Oh, sorry Sis. Caitlin, this is my friend Brenda. Brenda, this is my baby sister Caitlin." "Hi Caitlin" "Uh, hi, Brenda." Caitlin hadn't taken her eyes off Brenda since she walked into the room. She looked hot, devastatingly so, and very sensuous and tender. The crying had reddened and moistened her lips, and given her eyes a luminous quality. The outfit she was wearing enhanced her curves and bumps in all the right places. Caitlin couldn't believe it. Brenda was turning HER on! She could feel her nipples hardening and her pussy getting moist. She could finally see how her brother gotten into such a situation. It would be hard to say no to anything that girl wanted. Vicky watched Caitlin carefully, with a strange look in her eyes as she did. Will was the only one who noticed, and he said nothing. Vicky felt someone watching her, turned, and looked straight into her father's eyes. He winked, gave her a lazy smile, and turned away. An almost predatory grin ran across the girl's face, quickly replaced by one of youthful innocence. When dinner was finally done, Mary disappeared with Vicky for a few minutes to have a talk with her about Richard and Brenda. When they got back, Vicky had a big grin on her face, and a very mischievous look in her eyes. After cleaning up, they spent the rest of the evening in the living room talking about unimportant matters. Will brought out a big bottle of wine, a nice cool dry white that left a pleasant after taste, and everybody had some. Even the two girls were treated to a glass. Almost everyone was on edge, feeling a little nervous about what was happening, but the wine helped them to relax a little. Neither Brenda nor Vicky seemed to notice any of the tension. Brenda spent the entire evening holding on to Richard, determined to 'punish' him for what he'd put her through, however unintentionally. She was sitting in his lap, positioned so that she could rub his cock with her ass or thigh without anyone noticing. Every time he shifted position to get some relief for his almost painful erection, Brenda wriggled around to 'get comfortable' and get a better position over his cock. What made it worse for Richard, she was also making sneak attacks with her lips whenever he wasn't looking. She seemed to be mainly targeting his ears and throat, but anything within reach was apparently fair game. He didn't know if it was supposed to be heaven or hell, but he certainly wasn't going to complain! Caitlin did see what Brenda was doing to her brother, and almost felt sorry for him. She could just about feel the waves of pleasure/frustration surrounding him. "Well," she thought, "it's his choice, so he'll just have to live with the consequences." The problem was, watching them was getting her hotter and hotter. Her panties were already soaked through, and her nipples were so hard they almost hurt. Of course, a lot of that was Vicky's fault. Vicky spent most of the evening playing around, joining in the conversation when it seemed interesting, and climbing onto various laps looking for hugs and kisses. Her mother thought that was only natural, since her usual playmate, Brenda, had a new toy to play with and wasn't going to share with her sister. It did seem a little funny though - as it got later, Vicky was climbing up into Caitlin's lap more and more often, and staying there for longer periods of time. She made a mental note to find out what that was all about later. It took a while, but Caitlin finally figured out what was happening to her. That little minx Vicky was doing to her exactly what Brenda was doing to Richard. Every time Vicky climbed into Caitlin's lap, she would 'accidentally' slide a leg or a thigh against Caitlin's crotch, or her hand would touch Caitlin's nipple and caress her breast while seeming to just reach around for a hug. The entire situation just seemed unreal to Caitlin, almost like a dream. Mary went off to the kitchen to get herself some soda. She'd had enough wine, and didn't want to get light-headed. Will followed her, leaving the others alone for a few minutes. Grabbing his wife, giving her a hug and a kiss, he whispered in her ear. "Quite the pair of young lovers we've raised, aren't they?" "Yes, they sure look like they're having f ... Huh? Run that by me again?" "Our kids are quite the pair of young lovers. I think that's what I said." "What are you talking about? Brenda's in there with Richard, and unless you're referring to him as a son already, I haven't the slightest idea what you mean." "I was talking about our daughters. Brenda's going after Richard with a vengeance, and Vicky's got Caitlin so worked up she doesn't know if she's coming or going. I thought you'd notice. She's certainly not been hiding it much." "What are you talking about? Since when is Vicky interested in sex? What the hell is she doing out there?" Will's face went from happy to mildly puzzled, paused at a few other expressions, and finally settled on worried and upset. "You mean Vicky's never told you?" "Told me what?" Mary was looking upset, her voice getting a little higher and more strident, but still trying to keep the volume down to a whisper. "Better have a seat, Mary. I think *we* will have a long talk with Vicky about this soon. In the meantime, I'd better fill you in on a few details you've missed about our daughter's private life." "I don't know how to put this, so I'll just be blunt. Vicky is both sexually active and experienced. At least with women." Mary sat there and stared at her husband. With the other surprises she'd had in the last two days, absorbing a bombshell like that was going to take some time. "Vicky told me you knew all about what happened. Apparently she lied to me." "You mean to tell me that my innocent little baby has already had sex? Will, she's only eleven! And I *know* she's still a virgin! How the hell could you let something like that go on and not even tell me about it!" "Mary, I didn't just 'let it go on'. I found out almost by accident, sometime after the fact, a couple of months ago. I found Vicky crying in her room, and she told me everything. She said she'd already talked to you, and since Brenda walked in and heard the story too, she knew as well. I thought it a bit odd that you hadn't said anything to me, but Vicky said she'd talked to you already. She also said that she was trying to get over her lost lover, and it would be easier if nobody talked about it around her." Mary took a few deep breaths to calm herself before continuing. "Okay, so tell me now. What happened." "Are you going to settle down a bit first?" He handed her a glass, and she sipped on it, not noticing the contents. "Like I said. Vicky is an experienced lover, at least when it comes to other women. Her first partner and teacher was a teenager, and Vicky was fond of her, nothing more. The second one, though, Vicky loved. And was loved in return. The girl was a year older and more experienced. She moved away a few months ago, shortly before Vicky talked with me, and our daughter had been heartbroken ever since." "I haven't seen Vicky look at anyone else since she told me, male or female, until tonight. I don't know why, but Vicky seems to have something going for Caitlin." "I wish I'd known. My baby, hurting, needing me, and I didn't know." "Dear, you know now. Sitting out there with Caitlin, she looks happier than I've seen her in a long time. That's why I've been letting it go. I wanted to see if Caitlin could or would respond, because I think Vicky needs someone, at least for a while. When you didn't say anything, I believed you were thinking along the same lines. I'm sorry. I didn't realize." "God, this is so sudden. I don't know what to say." "I think you should sleep on it. You're having trouble thinking clearly right now, and doing the wrong thing could hurt Vicky or Brenda. Caitlin is Richard's sister, and if she's anything like him, I don't think she'd do anything to hurt Vicky. If they do hit it off, I'm willing to let it go for at least one night before we decide on what to do." "It feels like I've just lost my baby. It hurts." "I know, I know." He wraps her up in his arms. "They're both too young to be lost to us already, but it's happening. Fighting against it would only make things worse for all of us. You know that. You still remember what it was like when you took me." "I know. It's just so sudden." "Look, you'll just have to trust my judgment for a change. We'll talk about it some more in the morning, when we're both sober. I just hope I'm as good a judge as you on this one. I'd really hate to see Vicky hurt by this." "Now, I'm going back to our guests. You sit her for a while and compose yourself. If you need to talk, just come get me." Will walked back into the living room, leaving Mary to sort out her feelings. She came out a short while later, smiled rather thinly at her husband, and sat beside him. She gradually regained her composure. The three girls and Richard never noticed a thing. Eventually, the evening wore itself out. "All right girls, it's ten thirty, time for bed," Mary said, breaking away from the conversation. "It's getting late, and it looks like our guests need to head home and get some sleep." Vicky's response was typical - "Aw mom, do I hafta? It's just getting fun now!" Brenda gave Richard a quick smooch and ran over to whisper in her mother's ear. "Mom, can I stay over at Richard's tonight? Please! I've got him so worked up, I think he's about to explode, and if I don't get some relief, I might explode too! Please, please, pretty please!" Whispering back into her daughters ear, Mary was almost laughing. "I can see what you mean! The poor dear looks sooo uncomfortable, trying to hide that bulge in his pants. If you can get your father to agree, then yes." Climbing into her father's lap, Brenda gave him a quick hug, and whispered into his ear for a few seconds. A look of surprise slowly worked it's way over his face, and he looked at his wife, one eyebrow raised, silently questioning her. She nodded, giving him a little smile. Will whispered back in his daughter's ear. "Ok honey, but go get a bag packed quick. We're sending Richard and Caitlin home in a few minutes." "Thanks dad." With that, Brenda almost flew up the stairs, only slowing long enough to sideswipe Richard's cheek with another kiss on the way by. Vicky started in on her round of goodnight hugs and kisses, wondering what her sister was up to. Just as she got to Caitlin, Brenda was back downstairs, with her bag, all set and ready to go. Richard saw her, and nearly choked. "Where are you heading out to, Brenda?" He thought he knew the answer, but was feeling very nervous about that possibility. "Mom and Dad said I could stay over at your place tonight." "Do I get a choice in this?" he asked, still feeling a little stunned. Mary answered him almost immediately. "Of course you have a choice. All you have to do is say no." Richard looked at Mary, then looked at Brenda, staring deep into her soft green eyes. "I don't think 'no' is a word I can use right now." Vicky looked around at her parents, Richard, Brenda, and then looked into Caitlin's eyes for a second. Caitlin, looking back, thought she saw something in there, just for a second, and then it disappeared. "Mom, can I stay over at Richard's tonight too? Please?" "No, I don't think that would be a good idea, not tonight anyway." "Aw, I don't think its fair. Brenda gets to go out and have fun and I hafta stay home." "Fair or not, I don't think Richard and Brenda would really enjoy company tonight," her mother replied. Caitlin heard herself speak up, as if in a dream, not really in control of what she was doing, almost watching it from the outside. "It's okay if Vicky comes over. I'll look after her. Richard and Brenda wouldn't be alone in the house anyway, because I'll be there. Besides, I don't think they'd even notice." Richard and Brenda at that moment were deeply involved in a kiss, and hadn't heard anything for a few minutes. Mary took a good look at Caitlin, noticing the flush around the neck and ears, the erect nipples, and the way she was almost squirming in her chair. Caitlin was obviously very much aroused. She almost said no, before taking a good look at Vicky. Vicky's eyes were almost pleading with her mother to say yes. Her eyes were bright and filled with a passion her mother didn't recognize. Her cheeks were somewhat flushed, as was the skin around the neckline of her blouse. For the first time, Mary saw that Vicky's small nipples were erect, trying to poke out through her blouse. Even her breathing was a little heavier and more erratic than it should have been. Mary felt a little light headed, still hardly believing the thought that her youngest daughter wanted, almost needed, to hop into the sack with a nearly-grown woman. Will broke into Mary's thoughts. "Dear, could I see you in the kitchen for a minute?" Taking her hand, he led her into the other room and closed the door. "I really think we should let Vicky go. She needs someone right now, and Caitlin seems to be available and willing." Looking into his eyes, seeing his love for her in there, she had to trust him, and could only nod and agree. Walking back out into the living room, Mary saw that Richard was sitting in one chair with Brenda in his lap, and Caitlin was sitting in another chair with Vicky in her lap. She just caught a look and wink pass between Brenda and Vicky, something she would probably have ignored before. It was almost like there were conspiracies going on around her that she knew nothing about. "Yes," she said to herself, "a long talk with Will, a longer one with Vicky, and maybe even another chat with Brenda will be in order for tomorrow." Behind her, she heard her husband's voice. "Okay, Vicky, if both Caitlin and Richard agree, you can stay over at their place tonight too. But it's up to them first. Caitlin?" Caitlin could only nod. She didn't trust her voice. Sitting on Caitlin's lap, Vicky had one leg curled up underneath her, looking like the sweet innocent child of eleven she was supposed to be. The foot at the end of that leg was pressing heavily into Caitlin's crotch, and her toes were doing wonderful things down there. Nobody else noticed a thing. "Vicky's coming over to stay the night too?" That was the first Richard had heard of it. His mind had been elsewhere a short while ago. "Well, only if you agree to it. Caitlin's already said that she'd take care of Vicky while she's over there, we've both said okay, so now it's up to you." Will looked steadily into Richard's eyes as he said this. Richard looked over at where Caitlin and Vicky were sitting. Remembering what his sister had confessed to earlier in the day, he looked at the two of them very carefully. Both were staring at him. They each had the same flushed skin, the same eager/hungry look in their eyes, and both were very much aroused. Richard looked Caitlin directly in the eye and asked "Are you okay with this, Sis?" Her eyes told him everything he needed to know, but she nodded yes anyway. "Well, if nobody else has any objections to it, I certainly can't say no." Vicky jumped up with a squeal of delight, ran over to Richard and gave him a big hug and kiss. She then ran upstairs to pack her overnight bag. When Vicky jumped up, Caitlin gave out an involuntary gasp, followed by an almost inaudible moan. She let her breath out slowly and tried to control her breathing. Nobody had ever had that kind of effect on her before in her life, except maybe Angie. She didn't know what was happening, or if she'd wake up from her dream soon, but to her, it felt wonderful. She knew she'd probably feel as guilty as hell the next morning, but that was a long way away. Looking at Brenda, and watching her with Richard had turned her on a little, but it was Vicky's touches, her hugs and not-so-chaste kisses, that had inflamed her passions. The back of her dress and the seat cushion were damp, her panties long since soaked through. She still felt Vicky's toes tickling and caressing her pussy. Skimming back down the stairs, seemingly only gone for seconds, Vicky was ready to go. Running to her mom, she gave and received a big hug and smooch. Breaking that off quickly, she turned to her dad and jumped up into his arms, giving him a big hug around the neck. He heard her whisper 'thanks, Dad'. He just hugged her a little tighter in response. After goodbyes had been said all the way around, Richard, Caitlin, Brenda and Vicky were all headed to Richard's place. Brenda and Vicky ran ahead and waited impatiently on the porch for the older two to catch up. Richard whispered into his sister's ear. "Well Sis, what do think we've let ourselves in for?" Her answer came back, voice thick with emotion. "I don't know. Tonight, I'm not going to worry about it. Tomorrow will be here soon enough." Will and Mary watched them from their doorway. After everyone had disappeared from sight, Will collected his wife in his arms and gave her a long, soft, loving kiss. When they finally pulled apart, Mary broke away a bit from his arms and pulled him into the house. "Do you think we're doing the right thing?" "I certainly hope so. Although, the way things went, there wasn't much else we could do, was there?" "True, true. It's almost like the two of them had this whole thing planned out ahead of time. I think we'd better have a loooong talk about Vicky first thing in the morning." After a playful pinch from her hubby, she amended her statement. "Well, maybe second or third thing in the morning." He followed her up the stairs. ********************************************************************** When Richard and Caitlin finally got to the porch, they found the two girls, Brenda and Vicky, whispering and laughing quietly to each other, stopping only when the two of them were within hearing range. After he opened the door, he motioned for the three ladies to precede him. Brenda yelled out "I get the bathroom first!" "Not if I get there before you!" squealed Vicky. Brenda, with a head start, made it into the downstairs bathroom before her sister, and closed the door. Vicky immediately turned and ran up the stairs, heading for the other, smaller one. Caitlin went upstairs to the room her brother said would be hers while she was living with him, and he started gathering up some pillows, sheets, and a blanket and comforter for her to use. He wondered if he needed to worry about finding some for Vicky as well. He had given Caitlin the spare bedroom, the one in the front of the house overlooking the road. It wasn't all that large, but it had a nice walk-in closet and a huge bay window, big enough to curl up in. There was a double bed, which had been stripped to a single sheet, a high-boy, dressing table and chair, and a small shelving unit beside the headboard with a reading lamp attached to it. Her trunk and suitcases occupied most of the rest of the floor space. The walls were the standard pale eggshell, the floor a nice deep hardwood, and a throw-rug lay beside the bed. She'd decided earlier in the day that the curtains were ugly and had to go. Richard and her were just finishing making up the bed when Vicky came into the room, wearing her nightie. She immediately dropped her bag, jumped onto the bed, and burrowed under the covers. "Well, that answers that question," thought Richard to himself. "Okay, Sis. Can you think of anything else you need? If not, I'll see you in the morning." "No, I think I know pretty much where everything is now. Good night." "'Night, Sis. You too, Vicky." "Good night Richard. Don't let my sister keep you up too late." He was definitely having a hard time adjusting, because he actually blushed when she said that. Of course, he didn't expect those types of comments from an eleven year old girl. Richard headed off to his room, not knowing what to expect when he got there. Caitlin shut the door after he left, then turned and looked at Vicky. The walk home and the work of getting the bed ready had helped to cool her down. She was starting to think clearly again, and really didn't know if she wanted to go through with what had seemed almost inevitable. Guilt about what she was thinking of doing made her remember what had happened before, the reason why she was at her brother's place and not at home. Her mind ran through everything she'd done and thought during that awful night not too long ago, and then through all the blame and accusations that followed. Guilt and pain started to flood back into her. Sorting through her things to pick out what she would wear let her put off a decision for a little longer. A voice behind her broke her out of her thoughts. Vicky felt the change in mood, saw the pain and hesitation running through Caitlin's face, and knew the burning desire Caitlin had had for her earlier was gone. "Please come to bed. Even if all you want to do is cuddle, that's okay. I need someone to hold on to tonight." That was enough. The shame and guilt she'd been suppressing came back in one big rush. She started to cry, silently sobbing to herself, as she undressed for bed. Vicky saw, but didn't understand why all the tears. She just waited for Caitlin to crawl into bed, then snuggled up to her and gave her a kiss. All Caitlin could do was cry quietly and hang onto that soft, warm person beside her. Some time later, she was asleep. Richard made a stop in the bathroom before heading off to his bedroom. He picked up the strange (at least in his place) scent of perfume and body powder. It looked to him like he was going to have to get used to that smell again. He smiled at the thought. Walking into his bedroom, he turned on the light, and saw Brenda, already in bed and under the covers. She blinked a bit at the sudden brightness. "Hello, handsome. Where have you been hiding?" He smiled back at her. "Business before pleasure. I had other houseguests to attend to first." "Well, I certainly hope you didn't attend to them like I hope you'll be attending to me, handsome, or I just might get jealous." "No, I think I would have been in the way over there." "Good. Now hurry up and get in here. I'm getting lonely already." Richard got undressed slowly, deliberately taking his time, knowing that Brenda was watching him very carefully. He undid the buttons on his shirt, taking his time, then demurely turned his back to her while letting the shirt slide off his shoulders and down his arms. He carefully hung it over the back of a chair, then sat down on the edge of the bed to remove his shoes and socks. A hand started tickling his back, slowly running up and down along his spine. A second hand snaked in under his arm and started to slide over his stomach and chest. He leaned back slightly, felt something soft and warm, and heard a small sigh of contentment. "I thought I was supposed to be getting undressed." There was suddenly a tickling feeling on one side of his neck. She was nibbling him with her lips. He squirmed as the sensation ran up and down his spine, then swerved to run down his arms, making them feel tingly, and making it much harder to undo his laces. "Yes, you're supposed to be getting undressed. You're just taking too damn long. Maybe you need help." With that, the hand that had been playing with his chest slid down to the top of his pants and started playing with the fastener and zipper, teasing rather than trying to actually do anything. The nibbling moved to the other side of his neck. "This is going to take a lot longer if you keep helping me, you know." The nibbling moved a little farther onto his shoulder, and the hand that had been tickling his back slid around and started tickling his chest. "Maybe you'd better concentrate on what you're doing, then." The nibbling moved back to his neck, then up to an ear. "Hurry up, I don't want to wait for you all night." With a groan, Richard pulled himself up off the bed. He heard a disappointed whine behind him as well. Quickly shedding himself of shoes, socks and pants, he stood there in his boxers, the front tenting out, letting her have another good look. "Come on, take those things off too so I can get a good look." He did as she requested, baring his member, which was stiff and pointing straight out. "Good. Now turn up the heat and get over here before I change my mind." "Turn up the heat?" "Yeah, I got cold last night. Turn it way, way up. We're gonna cook!" Robert obediently went over and turned up the thermostat to 90 degrees, figuring that would be more than enough for a sauna. When he finally headed for the bed, she threw back the covers to let him in. Once again he stopped, just to stare at that beauty before him. She was completely naked, showing him everything that she had to offer, from her small but nicely shaped breasts, to the shaved pussy, half-hidden between her thighs. It was the body of a beautiful young lady, well on the way to maturity, and she was offering it to him. He slid in beside her. "Finally," she whispered, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed the full length of her body against him. Her lips found his, and pressed into him with the full force of her desire. He responded, kissing her back with equal fervor, slipping his tongue into her mouth, sliding one arm under her, running his fingers along the back of her neck and down her shoulders, moving the other hand down her side to her hip, then behind her to fondle her cheeks and pull her closer to him. They lay like that for several minutes, tongues twisting and sliding around each other, tasting each other, each sharing the other's breath and warmth. Richard slowly slid his hand below her nether cheeks, down between her thighs, and started to gently run his fingers up and down her crack. Eventually Brenda moaned, leaning back and breaking contact with him. She looked down between them, reaching for his prick, and then giggled. "Richard, you've been leaking." She twirled her finger on a wet patch on her stomach, then on a matching spot on his stomach, right where the head of his cock was sitting when it was trapped between them. Bringing her finger up to her mouth, she slowly licked it clean. "Mmmm ... tasty. Do you think there's any more where that came from?" She reached down between them, looking for the source. His entire body jumped when he felt her touching the head of his cock. His breath was already a little ragged. "I'm sure there'll be some left in there for you." She pushed him over onto his back and climbed in between his legs, curling up and making herself comfortable. He lay back, putting a pillow behind his head so he could see what she was doing. She took hold of his dick, holding it lightly with one hand, and started to slowly stroke it up and down. Some more pre-cum collected at the tip, and he shuddered with pleasure when she licked it off with the tip of her tongue. "Mmmmm" Her tongue started working on him, licking around the head of his cock, sliding along on its sensitive underside, then heading back to the tip to see if any more goodies showed up. Leaning back slightly, she began to fondle and examine his balls, not stopping her slow stroking of his stiff member. "What's it like when a guy climaxes? Is that the right name for it? I've heard some older girls say that it's totally gross and disgusting, and a few others that say they kinda like it." It was sometimes hard for him to remember that she was a very young and inexperienced girl, especially after the expert tongue lashing she'd just given him. "Do you remember the orgasm you had last night?" She just melted down a little and purred. "It's a lot like that for a guy too. Sometimes the orgasms are intense, sometimes not much more than a brief glow. The big difference is that guys ejaculate semen when they orgasm. Sometimes a lot comes out, sometimes only a little comes out. That's what carries the sperm from inside the guy to inside the woman. It's called climaxing, or cumming, same as for a woman, or sometimes ejaculating. "What does semen look like?" "Usually it's quite thick, almost creamy, with a milky look to it. If a guy's been hard-up for a while, it may have a yellowish tinge, or if he's been cumming a lot it may get thinner and more watery." Her hands had been at work on his balls and his prick throughout the conversation, making it hard for him to concentrate on his answers. Between her efforts the previous night and her torture of him earlier that evening, he knew that he wouldn't last very long, maybe only a few minutes. He moaned. "If you keep that up, you're going to get a close up and personal view of a guy cumming." "Ooooo. You mean if I keep doing this with my hands I'll get to see the real thing?" "Maybe. It feels wonderful, but it may not be enough." "What if I put my tongue into it, would that help?" Matching action to words, she started a wild assault on his cock with her whole tongue, licking the entire shaft from groin to top, circling around the head, then heading down the shaft again. Every once in a while, she put his prick in her mouth and sucked, bobbing up and down for a few strokes, only to take it out again and run her lips up and down his glistening member. "Is that better?" "Urgh, ahhhh, yessss. Keep it up, please." His cock was rock hard, his balls almost aching for release. They were jerking up and down in Brenda's hand as she fondled them. He could feel the sensations that were coming from her hands and mouth working deeper and deeper into his groin. He was close. His head was pushed back, eyes half open, thighs stiffening then relaxing, hands grasping at the bed, looking for something better to hold onto. "God, I'm almost there. If you want it, keep going!" Brenda picked up her pace. Releasing his balls, she used two hands to stroke his swollen penis, licking and sucking on the head and shaft, moving so fast her hands seemed to blur. She was amazed at how much thicker and heavier it got, and how much the head grew, when he was that close to cumming. He could feel it building, deep inside him, the pressure growing to a point where he knew he couldn't stop it. "Here it comes, I'm gonna do it now. Just keep stroking till I'm finished! Please!" Brenda pulled her head back and just stared at the head of his cock, eyes wide, waiting for it. She kept on stroking with both hands as fast as she could, and suddenly it happened. Thick spurts of white cum started jetting out of the tip of his cock, shooting into the air and landing all over his stomach and chest. She watched with awe, amazed at all the stuff that was coming out and how far it was flying. One of the older girls had told her that guys stuff shot out and went everywhere, but she never imagined it would be like that. She kept pumping until nothing else came out, not even the little oozy bits at the end. Richard asked her to stop. "Please, let me rest for a minute." He was breathing hard, sweat covering his entire body. The heat in the room felt almost stifling to his heaving lungs. As he recovered, he looked down to see what she was doing. One hand was holding his now-deflating prick, the other was doing slow twirls in the small puddles of cum on his stomach. Every once in a while, that hand would move to her mouth and she'd lick off the cum from her fingertips, then it would go back to another puddle and start swirling again. "That was wonderful. Thank you." His orgasm, after all the tension of the past few days, along with all the sexual teasing he'd had to endure, had been intense. He felt incredibly relaxed and mellow. "You're welcome. So that's what a guy does when he comes. Is it always this messy?" Richard, still breathing heavily, used one finger to play in the same puddle her fingers were in. Then he lifted his finger and held it in front of her mouth. She looked at it like a bird looking at a worm, head moving from one side to the other, staring down her nose, eyes crossed. Then her mouth opened and engulfed his finger, sucking and licking on it until it was clean. "No, usually it's not this messy. When a guy comes inside a girl, all the semen is concentrated into a small area, in her vagina. It doesn't jet out like it did here. The same thing if he comes in her mouth. Even when it's done like this, a guy might have a towel or rag or some tissue to squirt it onto, to keep from making a mess." "Guys really come in girls mouths? That sounds kinda gross." "It's not much different than what you're doing, licking it off your fingers. It's just that there would be more of it, and the taste would seem much stronger. By the way, how does it taste?" "Well, sorta salty-sour, and maybe a bit bitter. Not that bad in little bits, but I'm not sure I'd want to try a mouthful." "I don't blame you." Swirling his finger in a puddle, he stuck it in his own mouth and sucked it clean. "No, it doesn't taste too good. But, I guess in the passion of the moment, the taste would probably be ignored." Brenda started to slide up Richard's body, lubricating her breasts and stomach with his semen and their combined sweat. The heat in the room was intense. She stopped when her lips were almost touching his. Using a finger to scrape some of the liquid from his chest, she held it between their mouths, hers opening first, and him following her lead. She put her finger into his mouth, then sealed their mouths together with her lips, sliding her tongue in to lick at his lips and teeth, and at her finger. His tongue followed hers, touching and teasing, licking on her finger, then darting into her mouth for a quick run around the inside of her lips. They could both taste the salt/sour taste of his semen, along with the stronger salt taste of their sweat. Breaking the kiss, Brenda nuzzled her head into his shoulder. "No, it doesn't taste nearly as bad when you share it." She started to move around on his body, sliding her breasts back and forth and wiggling her hips. Then she parted her legs, straddling his waist, and started a slow rocking motion. His prick was still oozing slightly, and it was positioned right below her pussy. That was quickly bringing it back to life. "Better not do that, Tinkerbell. Didn't your mommy tell you how babies are made?" "Hmmm, maybe. I think it went something like this." She scooped up a big dollop of cum on her finger and proceeded to rub it into the crack of her pussy. "Am I close?" She looked at him, smiling her innocent little girl smile. Richard groaned. She'd moved too fast, and it was done before he realized what she was up to. "I don't think you should have done that, Brenda." "Why not? I want to have babies too, you know." He just lay there with a pained expression on his face, eyes closed, picturing what was going to happen. "I just think I'm a little too young to have them right now." Opening one eye, he just looked at her. "Don't worry! Mom's had me on birth control pills since I went out on my first date. She said that she trusts me, but doesn't necessarily trust all the boys I might go out with. She'd rather I was protected in case something happened than leave me unprotected and make a possible bad situation much worse. So I'm safe." Saying that, she pushed down on his shoulders, lifted herself up, and started to grind her pussy down on the length of his cock. His hands automatically went up and started to squeeze and caress her breasts, teasing her nipples with his thumbs. That was sending small shocks from her breasts to her groin, intensifying the wonderful feelings she was getting by rubbing against his cock. Small whimpers and moans started to come out of her mouth. "Please, do me again." Her breathing was getting heavier and more erratic. "Do what?" He looked at her blankly, only a hint of a smile betraying him. "You know, do me, like yesterday!" She was definitely getting there, breathing in short gasps, moans and whimpers escaping regularly. "I've been waiting for it all day! Please! Her pussy felt like it was on fire. She'd been anticipating this since she woke up that morning, feeling it build up deep inside, her clit twitching in time with her heartbeat, even when she was beating off Richard. Now she desperately craved a release, needing to cum so bad, and she knew that doing herself off like that, exciting as it felt, wasn't going to be enough. "Come on, please! I neeeed it now!! EAT ME! SUCK MY PUSSY! Stick that tongue inside me NOW! PLEEAAASE!" She was pleading, almost screaming for release, and it wouldn't come without his help. Richard grabbed her waist and rolled over onto her. He was on top of her, with his newly hardened prick resting along her virgin pussy. Her hips were thrusting by themselves, rubbing along his cock, trying to get something into her pussy. He steeled himself, and slid down until his mouth was above her crotch. He didn't want to take her cherry that way, not in a moment's passion. She trusted him too much for him to do that to her. He wanted to do it when he was sure it was what he and she both desired, when they both knew what was happening. The way things were going, that would be soon. Her thrusting hips, and the hands trying to pull his head inside her, made him soon forget about that. He set to work with his lips, tongue, and fingers, knowing she needed to get off as soon as possible. She was frantic, her hips were bucking like crazy, moans, cries, and whimpers coming out of her mouth along with unintelligible shouts and words. He stuck his tongue as deep into her pussy as he could, swirled it around, gathered her juices and flavors, then licked up through her crack, right over top of her clit. That sent a shock through her body, and she arched and jumped in response. Clamping his mouth over her clit, he sucked it into his mouth, running his tongue along the skin all around it, then flicking the its tip. She was starting to shudder, her release was close. Lubricating one finger with the juices on her belly, he slid it into her crack, moving it forward and back a few times. Her whole body started to bounce up and down. Then he eased it into her hole, sliding it in and out with a fast rhythm, occasionally pushing in far enough to touch her virginity. Her vaginal walls started to spasm, grabbing and releasing his finger as her climax hit. She gave out a long moan, arching her body to try and get more contact on her clit. Her hips were gyrating wildly, so he had to work hard to keep his mouth and finger in position and moving. She stopped spasming and collapsed, shudders wracking her body, as her climax worked its way through. Richard slowly eased up, reducing the stimulation as the shockwaves died down. Eventually, he and the orgasm both stopped. Brenda just lay there, breathing heavily, eyes fluttering. She was awake, but too wrung out to move or speak. Richard got up, turned the heat back down, turned off the light, opened the window a crack, then climbed back into bed. Pulling Brenda into him, he cradled her head in his arm and kissed her lightly on the lips. Cuddling her sweat and semen covered body to his, he covered them both up, ready for sleep. The only thing he heard her say was 'wow'. ********************************************************************** << End of chapter 4>> Next chapter - wet dreams, a *great* morning, breakfast, Caitlin talks to Vicky (Well, was that better? There's some more in the next chapter. Be warned though, there's more story in it too. You can't have everything. There was a lot of teasing going on though, wasn't there. I enjoyed it. I still wonder how Vicky got the way she is. After all, there aren't very many eleven year old girls capable of seducing a seventeen year old woman.) Author: Tom Bombadil, who may be reached through Shelby Bush -- CJ I don't write any stories. I'm just a reader, and sometimes a reposter. 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