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Subject: {ASSM} "Pete" A Young Mann's Story  (mf)  Chapter 25
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CHAPTER 25

Vince was on crutches at Monday morning practice, so Coach had me
working with the other QB while Vince gave me pointers. When it was
time to go to class, Vince walked with me and thanked me for
babysitting Karen at the party.

I said, "You guys have been going together for a long time, haven't
you?" 

"Yeah, since grammar school. I think it's been too long."

"What's the matter, don't you like her anymore?"

"She's OK, but I want to go to Notre Dame next year, and she's
pestering me to go to UCLA. Her dad went there, and he wants her to go
there too."

"Won't you miss her?"

"Christ, Pete, I haven't been with that many other girls. I'd like to
get away from her for a while and smell the roses. As a matter of
fact, I have an idea. I know she likes you, why don't you ask her
out?"

I gave him a disgusted look, and said, "Well, that's not a good idea
for three reasons. One, I'm sure she wouldn't go out with me. Two and
three are the same. If any of your buddies saw me out with her, they'd
kick my ass all over town!"

He laughed and we went to our separate classes.

I looked for Alice at lunch, but I couldn't find her. I did find Amy
though, and I slid my tray in next to her.

She said, "Wow, did you go to one of those tanning places?"

It took me a minute, but finally I said, "Oh -- yeah. Does it show?"

"It sure does. You look great. What did you do all weekend?"

"I uhh, helped a friend with a project. How about you?"

"Well, I thought I had a date, but he cancelled."

"What about Tim?"

"I told Tim to cool it. He wants to get serous and I just want to have
fun."

I said, "You have a morning class with Alice don't you?"

"Yes, but she didn't show up today."


After school I ran into Kristen on the way to practice. 
She said, "I thought you were going to call me?"

"I will, I was busy all weekend helping a friend."

She stood back and looked at me, then she said, "God, you look great!
What did you guys do?"

"We, uhh, he uhh, has a tanning bed and we tried it out."

"Wow, you have to take me there sometime."

I leaned close and said, "Not a chance. I don't want you to be any
prettier than you are now, or I'll never be able to get close enough
to you to get a date."

She gave me a playful hit on the arm and I ran off to practice.

When I got home I called Alice, but there was no answer. So after
dinner I drove to her house. There were no cars in the driveway, and
when I knocked on the door nobody answered, but when I looked through
a window everything looked normal. I was standing there wondering
where they were, when a car from the house next door drove up. A lady
got out and saw me standing there. She said, "They're gone."

I said, "What do you mean, 'They're gone'?

"They loaded up a trailer earlier today and took off."

"But the house is full of furniture!"

"I know. They rented it furnished. I hated to see them go. They seemed
like nice girls."

"Did they say where they were going?"

"I overheard one of the girls say something about New York."

"New York, already?"

She shrugged and went into the house.

What had happened? How could they leave without saying goodbye? What
was there about this whole thing I didn't understand?
That night I lay in bed trying to think of answers. At first I was
hurt, and somehow I felt betrayed. It was as though they had used me
and thrown me away.

I thought about this for a few minutes, and then I started laughing
out loud. I had made love to two great girls. One was even a
world-class beauty, and I had been paid to do it!!
But I still I went to sleep missing them.

The next day I was sitting in the lunchroom thinking about Thursday
being my birthday, and I decided that I would do something on the
weekend to celebrate. I asked Amy to do something with me, and she
resolutely said no, that I should ask someone else. So after school I
asked Kristen and she agreed. She said that she was leaving for a few
days starting next week but she was available this weekend. 

I had promised Dad to help him work in the garage on Saturday, but we
could go out Saturday evening together, and Sunday we would spend the
day at Disneyland. She was enthusiastic about it for a while, then she
got quiet and asked if she could call me back tonight to confirm.

I had to skip practice today, because I wanted to go to the DMV for my
motorcycle license. I was on the way to my car, when I passed a guy on
a ladder working on a light in the school parking lot. As I went by,
Mrs. Garmin's husband, waved and gave me a ' Thumbs up'.

The DMV test turned out to be a breeze. They gave me a temporary
sticker for my license and I walked out of the place with a grin. I
actually had a license now and I was looking forward to getting a
bike, but I got thinking about what Shelly, the big blond, had said
about my needing practice. So, as weird as she was, I decided to give
her a call and ask her if it was OK to ride her bike.

I was standing next to my car looking for her phone number in my
wallet when a dark blue Explorer pulled alongside. The passenger
window was down and a man inside started to say something, when
suddenly they pulled away. A police car was right behind them and they
had been blocking the way.

I found the blonde's number and went to a payphone and called her.
She said to on come over, and I spent until dark bouncing around her
yard on her bike. When I first got there, she was super-friendly, and
even a little flirtatious, but I refused to respond, and by the time I
left, she had turned to being just friendly and we actually started
have a nice conversation. She invited me back after school for the
next few days, and said that tomorrow I could take it on the street
and she would follow me. The more I rode, the more fun I was having,
so I looked forward to tomorrow.

Kristen called around seven. She said she could go this weekend and we
talked on the phone for over an hour. 

I had taken a shower after practice, but it was sticky in the house
tonight, so I thought I'd jump in for a quick rinse before I went to
bed. I didn't use a washcloth, just a quick rub with soap, than a
rinse. But as I was soaping my crotch I started thinking about Molly
and Alice and before I knew it I a hard-on. I was giving it a vigorous
scrubbing when someone came into the room. I couldn't see who it was
through the opaque glass walls, but I guessed it was probably Erin.
Amy never intruded when the bathroom was busy, but Erin and I had been
around each other forever, and sometimes even lately, when I was at
the sink shaving, she would come in and use the toilet. But I didn't
want whoever it was, watching me stroke myself, so I quickly turned
away and rinsed off. When I got out of the shower the bathroom door
was just closing.

I usually wear pajama bottoms or shorts to bed. Especially after I got
old enough to know about sex. It wasn't nearly as embarrassing to
rinse out a pair of shorts and hide them in the clothes hamper as it
was to try to explain stiff spots or sticky places on the bedclothes,
even though Mom never said anything.

Tonight I grabbed a pair of Jockey shorts and slipped them on before I
got into bed. But I wasn't in bed five minutes before visions of Molly
and Alice came up, and my cock poked its head out from my shorts and
into my waiting hand. I guess I was more ready then I thought, because
in a very few minutes I could feel myself getting ready.

I had my back to the door, so I didn't see it open, but the next thing
I knew I felt a body next to mine, and a hand was reaching for my
cock.

I quickly turned on my back and in the dim light; I was just in time
to see a sheath of golden hair fall around my crotch as Erin lowered
her mouth to my cock.

In the next split second my mind was bombarded with thoughts. I wanted
to pull her head away and talk "Big brother" sense into her. I wanted
to scold her and tell her this wasn't right! But I was too far along
and all I could do was whisper "Erin No!" And watch her head jerk as I
pumped load after load into her mouth.

I lay there in shock trying to gather my thoughts as she sat up and
began wiping her mouth on a towel she had brought with her. 

She finally whispered, "I wondered what it tasted like. It's not so
bad as I thought."

I said, "Erin! Where did you learn to do that?"

Kelly and I watched a video her big sister had hidden in her closet.
We watched it about a million times. All the girls in the movie did it
and they seemed to like it. Uhh, Petey, do I taste good?"

I was still lying on my back, and before I had a chance to answer she
swung her leg over me and lowered her pussy to my mouth. 

I doubt that two minutes had gone by since I first felt her slide into
bed until now. But when her pussy touched my lips it was boiling hot
and sopping wet. She had obviously been thinking about this for a
while.    

I knew what I was doing wasn't right. 
I have to admit I had thought about her and wondered what it would be
like to make love to her. But I always tore my mind away and felt
ashamed. 

I know what I should have done. 
I should have pulled back and stopped this before it went any farther.

Instead, I stuck my tongue into her as far as I could and began
licking and sucking her.

She whispered, "Oh Petey" and began thrashing around. 
Her juices were everywhere and I had to grope around and find the
towel she brought with her and put it under my head. When she came, a
flood of her nectar flowed over me and I had to turn my head in order
to breathe.

She had been on top, facing me and suddenly her body dropped on the
bed above me. My head was turned but her sweet pussy was still pressed
against my cheek.

My mind was awhirl. Had I really done this to my own sister? The
thought hadn't fully formed yet when she suddenly twisted around and
she went down on me again.

She had been facing me, but now she was on her knees and elbows facing
away from me. 

When she turned she had lifted her body slightly and I had time to
straighten my head. This time when she lowered her pussy to my lips,
she did it slowly and as she began bobbing her head up and down and I
timed my tongue thrusts to meet her.

I don't know how long we went on. When she came the next time the
flood was almost as strong as the first and I could feel the towel
beneath my head and the bedclothes all getting soaked, but I was
completely lost in the moment.

It was extremely pleasurable knowing that I was pleasing a girl that
much, and I was almost in a trance as I continued licking and sucking.

Suddenly I could feel myself getting ready again. I had completely
forgotten that this incredibly sexy creature above was my own sister. 
I opened my eyes at one point and her little rosebud was an inch from
my eyes. I think my nose probably touched it once or twice. But it
didn't matter. This was sex for sex itself, and I remember thinking
that it was the prettiest butt I ever saw.

Then her motions got erratic and I could tell she was almost ready
again. I guess she wanted me to come with her, because she had the
head of my cock and a couple inches of it in her mouth. She then put
her right hand on what she couldn't get in her mouth and was stroking
me as fast as she could. I don't know who came first. All I know is
when I came; sparks and flashes of light flew across my eyes.

Erin twisted around again and we lay in each other's arms. 
For the first time I noticed that she was wearing one of her belly
shirts. But when she lay against me she pulled it up so her breasts
were touching my chest.

She whispered, "Oh Petey, That was better than I imagined. That was
better than any of those other times, and lots better than doing it
with Kelly.

I lay there feeling nothing but sated. I wasn't sorry or ashamed or
anything. I truly love my sister and I would never do anything to her
that I thought would harm her. I think at that moment I felt closer to
her than I ever was before, and for the first time I had an inkling of
what Mom and Dad were talking about when they tried to explain how
extraordinary things sometimes tend to bring people closer. 

Erin was lying next to me and in the dim light I could see that her
eyes were open and she was looking at me. She was in my arms and I
began stroking her head and she was trailing her finger along my body.
She finally got low enough that her hand brushed against my cock. It
was still almost hard and she put her fingers around it for a split
second. It twitched involuntarily and she let it go.

She pulled me to her and kissed me hard on the cheek and started to
get up.

I didn't move. I was going to let her get clear of the bed before I
started to get up, because the bedclothes were a mess and I knew I was
going to have a problem getting everything untangled, when suddenly
she was top of me trying to force my cock into her pussy!

As loud as I dared I said "No!" and I twisted from under her. She
slithered to the floor and lay there in a pile of arms and legs and I
quickly went to her and held her tight. We both listened to see if
anyone had heard us. Apparently not, and a few seconds later she
pressed her lips against my ear and said, "Gee, Petey, you were still
hard and I thought I hadn't done something right."

I stroked her head again and said, "No dear one. You did everything
just fine. I was still hard because that's how I am, and because I
love you.
But we can't go farther than we did." 

Then I held her away from me and said, "But in a way I'm kind of glad
it happened. It shows me that you're not ready for this yet. For
crying out loud Erin, didn't you notice I wasn't wearing any
protection?"

Her eyes were wide when she said, "Yes Petey, but it's you! You
wouldn't do anything to hurt me."

I shook my head and pulled her close to me. Then I said, "Amy probably
thought the same thing."


The next day at lunch, I invited Kristen to sit with Amy and me. 
I introduced Amy as my sister, and they seemed to get along great.

After practice I went to Shelly's and rode the bike for a little
while. 
Finally she motioned to me to follow her out onto the street. It was
scary at first, but before long I was as comfortable as I had been on
a bicycle.
 
At dinner, Amy told everyone that Kristen seemed like a nice girl and
Mom said, "Tomorrow's your birthday, and Dad will be home. Why don't
you invite her to have dinner with us?" 
So, after dinner I called her. A man answered, and when I told him who
I was, he put his hand partially over the phone. But I could hear him
say "Miss Kristen, dat guy you said was gonna call is on da phone."
I asked her about tomorrow night and the weekend and she immediately
said, "Yes." to both. We talked for at least another hour, and I went
to bed thinking about her.

Thursday was a very unusual day. It started out normal enough, but by
the end, it proved to be one of the wildest days I ever remember. 

I got to practice early and I was throwing long passes. Lyle was
really fast and it seemed like every pass I threw was longer and
longer. The coach was watching and the last time Lyle went long he was
so far downfield that I could barely see him. Coach had been standing
on the sideline talking to someone I didn't recognize, and I was
getting myself ready for a really long one, when the coach yelled,
"Stop". He walked over and said, 

"Do you really think you can throw it that far?" I said I probably
could, and he looked downfield and shook his head. Then he said "Well,
don't. I don't want you to throw your arm out," and he turned and
started to walk away. 

By this time Lyle was standing, waiting for me to throw the ball and I
couldn't resist. I threw the ball as hard as I could. It would have
been a very long pass, but Lyle was really a long way away, and I
doubt it would have got to him. But a breeze had come up and
apparently the wind over the field was a lot stronger then it was on
the field, because the ball just kept going and Lyle actually had to
run farther to get it. I looked over at the coach, and both he and the
guy he was with were standing with their mouths open.

It was time for class, and Vince was standing on the sideline. He was
using a cane now, and I started to walk to class with him. 

He said, "That was a great pass, but it was a mistake. Coach told you
not to throw it, and he doesn't like to be disobeyed. You're gonna pay
for it." 

I sat with Amy and Kristen at lunch. They seemed to be getting along
fine. I suspected this was going to be a regular thing and I was
pleased. 
After what had gone on in my life in the last few months, it was
pleasant to have some normalcy. 

I was thinking about picking up Kristen up for dinner tonight, when I
realized I didn't know where she lived. So I asked her about it. She
said, "Oh, that's OK, I'll meet you at your house." Then she seemed to
think for a minute, and she said, "On second thought, pick me up." And
she wrote an address and handed it to me.

Practice after school was torture. Coach had me doing laps, push-ups;
hitting the tackling dummy and anything else he could think of to
torture me. By the time it was over I was exhausted. I had planned on
riding Shelly's bike a little, but I was so tired I just went home and
rested.

I showered and went to pick up Kristen at six thirty.

There is an area in the hills just south of where we live called Royal
Oaks. It's a gated community full of very expensive homes. I drove up
to a Kiosk and told the guard who I was and he handed me a map showing
me where the house was. I followed the map to a place surrounded by a
high brick wall. The house was almost invisible behind some large
trees. 
I pulled up to a big Iron Gate and pushed a button. Kristen answered,
I said "Hi," and the gate swung open. I drove down a long driveway to
a three-story house that looked like a mansion out of a movie, and she
and two men came out to meet me. The men were dressed in business
suits and were both big guys. 

Kristen kissed me on the cheek, then she turned to the men and said,
"This is my friend Pete. He may visit me from time to time."
Neither man said anything, they just nodded.

Kristan was dressed in a black silk jump suit and her beautiful black
hair was up in one of those a cute ' cabbie hats' that were currently
popular. She looked fantastic. As I drove away I was impressed and a
little intimidated. 

She said, "Kinda overwhelming isn't it?"

I said, "Wow, it sure is. Are you rich or something? And who are those
guys?"

She said, "Pete, I like you. I hope to see a lot of you, and I wanted
to get this out of the way. Yes, we're pretty well off. Those guys are
friends of my dad. He's gone a lot, and they kind of watch over me."

"Where's your Mom?"

"She died a few years ago."

She looked a little uncomfortable, so I said, "OK, no more questions
for a while. Then I slipped my arm around her and said, "So, you want
to see a lot more of me eh?"

She laid her head on my shoulder and said "Yup!"

I grinned and said, "Do I have any choice in the matter?"

She said, "Nope!"

I thought about it, and it felt good. Very good.

When we got back to our house I introduced her to everyone and she
seemed to fit in right away. Dad had put the extensions in the dining
room table and we were soon sitting around laughing and enjoying
ourselves. Erin was bombarding Kristen with questions about her
outfit, especially her hat, and was insisting that Mom get her one. 

After dinner I opened presents. Mom and Dad got me some nice shirts
and two pairs of slacks, Erin and Amy got together and gave me a CD
player for my car and even Kristen got me a CD I'd been wanting.

The presents were great and it was one of the best evenings I ever
remembered. But there was school tomorrow, so around nine, Kristen and
I left. We had just turned the corner from our house, when an Explorer
pulled alongside and the passenger rolled his window down. He pointed
to the back of my car and shouted, "Flat tire." So I pulled over and
he pulled up behind me. I got out to look at the tire and when I did,
the passenger and the driver both got out and the passenger pointed a
gun at me and told me to get in their car. The driver went and got
Kristen. 

They put us in the back seat of their car, and passenger kept his gun
on us and made a cell phone call.
He was talking in a foreign language, and when I asked what was
happening he told me to shut up.

They drove us to a motel and put us in a room. Then they told us to
sit on the bed and be quiet. I was very scared but I kept my arm
around Kristen. But she seemed more interested then scared. Their
phone rang again and the guy talked some more in the foreign language.
Then they sat and waited. I tried to say something again, but they
told me to shut up before I got two words out.

A few minutes later a car drove up and they both stood up. One said,
"Don't make a sound, we'll be right outside." And they both left.

Kristen whispered, "They're talking to someone they call ' Boss' and
they think I'm someone named Sam. Who is Sam?"

Amazed, I said, "Sam is a friend of mine, but how do you know what
they are saying?"

"They're speaking Italian. I speak it as well. Don't worry about
anything, we'll be fine."

I said, "What do you mean ' we'll be fine'? How do you know? And who
are these guys?"

She said, "I don't know who they are, but trust me. We'll be OK!"

A few minutes later the door opened, and the guys came back in. This
time they both held guns, but before they had a chance to say
anything, Kristen stood up. 

She looked furious, and started talking rapidly in their language.
While she talked, their expressions went from threatening to amazement
to downright fear, and one grabbed the phone and called someone. He
talked for a minute, and then Kristen did something that floored me.
She stepped forward and jerked the phone out of his hand and started
talking into it. She didn't scream, as a matter of fact she lowered
her voice till it sounded menacing, and the word ' Mariani' kept
coming up. She handed the phone back and the guys talked for a few
more minutes. 

Then, visibly shaken, they politely invited us to get back in the car
and drove us to where we had parked. They kept trying to talk to
Kristen, but she held up her hand to be quiet.

When we got back to my car, she said, "Let's go back to your house. I
need to talk to your folks."

I was full of questions, but she said, "I'll explain in a minute."

When we walked in, Dad was in the living room and the girls and Mom
were in the kitchen cleaning up. Kristen went right to Dad and quietly
said something.
His eyes narrowed, then he went to the kitchen and I heard him tell
the girls that we had a private matter to discuss, then he and Mom
joined us in the den.

Kristen said to me, "Tell them what just happened."

I went over what had happened up to the point where Kristen had 'taken
over', and I looked at her.

She said, "Tell them everything."

So I told them about how she stepped in and talked to them, and how
they quickly brought us back.

Kristen was sitting next to me, holding my hands. When I finished. She
stood up and started talking.

She said, "Our family is quite large. Those men tonight evidently
wanted to do Pete and me harm, but they thought I was someone else. My
family has considerable influence, and when I explained who I was,
they agreed to return us. But I know these kinds of people and they
may not leave Pete, or even your family alone. And this is why I'm
telling you this! 
I like your son, and I think he likes me. And if I don't tell you
about me now, it's sure to come up later. He's in no danger from my
family, and you have my word that he will never be involved with any
of their interests. But if you'd tell me what you think this business
tonight was about. I may be able to help you."

Mom and Dad looked at each other, then Dad said, "If you'll excuse us
for a moment, we'd like to discuss this," and they stepped into the
next room.

I looked at Kristen and said, "You're full of surprises aren't you?"

She said, "Pete, I was attracted to you the first time we met. But
later at the Gilroy party you came on to me like nobody has in my
entire life. You absolutely blew me away. After that first night my
head was in a whirl. But I had almost talked myself out of seeing you
again, until the next time we met at school, and you did it again. 
I'd like to continue seeing you. That's why I asked you to pick me up
tonight. I've never done that before. I've never let anyone know about
my life. But I wanted you to see what I was all about before we went
any farther."

Just then Mom and Dad came back in and their faces were grim.

Dad said, "Kristen, you've told us some startling things. My son is a
pretty good judge of character and he seems to like you, but before we
go any farther, can you tell us some more about yourself?"

Kristen had remained standing, and she started speaking immediately.

 "Pete knows me as Kristen Albertini. That's actually my mother's
maiden name. My real surname is Mariani. You may have heard of my
family. My father and grandfather are men of some importance in this
country. My mother died several years ago and my father is hardly ever
home. I have an older brother who manages some of our local businesses
and keeps his eye on me. My father insists that I grow up as a '
normal' child and even though I'm not even in this school district, he
arraigned for me to attend school here."

Dad said, "But why and how did you enter this school under your
mother's name?"

"Because the Mariani name might have caused some unwanted attention
and as I said, he has some influence."

Dad said, "And why haven't we met you until now?"

Kristen smiled and said, "Because I spend a lot of time traveling. My
grandfather was born in Italy and came to America as a boy and made
his considerable fortune. He married and had my father, and when my
father grew up he married my mother and they had my brother and I. My 
father and mother have always been busy and my grandparents pretty
much raised me.  My grandmother died some years ago and my grandfather
never got along well with my mother, so I've been the only female in
his life for quite a while. He moved to Italy a few years ago and runs
many of our businesses from there. He also guides my father's career.
My mother died three years ago and since then my father has been
busier then ever. So I see my grandfather a lot.
His home in Italy is in a winery near a town named Cormiear. Whenever
there is a fiesta, a rare vintage, or even the promise of a beautiful
sunset, he sends for me to enjoy it with him. But I told him I needed
to be in one place for a while and he understood. His birthday is
coming up next week, so there'll be one more trip. Then I'll be here
till graduation."

Dad looked at Mom, She nodded, and he began telling Kristen about what
he thought was the reason behind tonight's abduction.
He suspected it was Simms doing, because of the part I played in his
capture. And then Mom handed her something I wasn't even aware she
had. It was an album, containing the newspaper accounts of the
incident.

Kristen looked over the album and said, "May I use your phone?"

Dad showed her to the phone in another room, and Mom hugged me until
she returned.

When she came back she asked Dad if he would be home for the next day
or two.

He said he would, and she kept looking at her watch.

Then a pager went off in her purse, and without looking at it, she
said, "OK, we can go now. There'll be a car parked across the street
tonight, and someone will contact you in the morning."

Dad said, "Will it be OK for Pete to drive you home?"

"Yes Mister Baker, we'll be fine. Some friends of mine will be
watching."


On the way home we were quiet. Finally I said, "Do you do this sort of
thing all the time?"

She said, "No, but I listen to what goes on around me."

When we pulled up to her house the gate opened by and as we drove down
her long driveway I saw a car park at the curb behind us.

I pointed my thumb at it and said, "Is he with us?"

She nodded.

I stopped at her door and there was kind of an awkward silence.
Finally, she looked at me and said, "It's been an interesting evening.
Are you turned off by my part in it?"

When she said it, there was real interest in her eyes. 
I had seen this girl go from a ' normal' high school girl, to a
mystery woman, to a ' take charge' person and back to an almost
fragile girl in the short time I had known her.
To say I was intrigued would be an understatement. 

I reached for her and said, "No Kris, I'm not turned off, as a matter
of fact, I'm really tur --" Her hand flew up and covered my mouth!

She leaned close and whispered, "Shh, we being watched."

I said, "But it's dark and the car windows are almost closed."

She said, "Not to night-vision cameras and shot-gun microphones."

I said, "Can I kiss you goodnight?"

She said, "Most definitely" and we shared one of the most tender
kisses I ever remember.

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