Chapter 1

"Oh, MOM!" Trisha protested.

"I'm sorry, young lady," her mom answered, "but Marie can't make it this afternoon and your dad and I need the help."

"But I was gonna..."

"Trisha, please!"

Trisha was usually lucky about these things, normally she got the day to herself, but this time she was stuck -- no doubt about it. Her parents were hosting another one of their endlessly long social get togethers and when their housekeeper couldn't make it, it was her responsibility to help out. Even if she were only a kid, she still had to act the sophisticated lady, the perfect hostess. It was part of what was expected of her and her parents would not tolerate any dissent. And that's how Trisha found herself on a beautiful mid-summers afternoon serving punch to a bunch of people she didn't know (or even care to know) while listening in complete and utter boredom to her dad ramble on to one of his business partners about his wonderful daughter.

To the casual observer Trisha had everything. She was beautiful; tall and lithe with a long elegant neck and high cheekbones. Her eyes were a light china doll blue, her hair was the color of ripe wheat, and when she moved it was with a natural feminine grace that in another, earlier time would have marked her as a person of noble birth. In addition, both her parents were successful business people (her dad was a corporate lawyer while her mom brokered high priced real estate) so Trisha didn't lack for material possessions. She basically had everything she wanted -- or at least her parents thought so. What Trisha didn't have was their attention. Oh, they acknowledged her presence and were always quick to point out to their friends what a lovely daughter they had, but they never seemed to talk to one another, or listen, or do anything together as a family. She understood that her parents loved her (or tried to, anyway) and she knew that she didn't really have any right to complain. Still, at that moment, she was both mad at her dad for AGAIN turning her into a display piece and bored out of her skull. As she stood there mechanically ladling out drinks, listening to him brag about her, she could take it no longer. When her dad had finished she politely excused herself and ran to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Trisha leaned against the door and blew a wisp of hair from her face. Unlike her present mood, Trisha's room was bright and cheerful. Warm afternoon sunshine streamed thru the south window onto the bed and its fluffy pink bedspread. Next to the bed stood her dresser and mirror. A couple of teddy bear posters hung on the wall. Trisha had a thing for teddy bears, including an old stuffed toy one that sat on the chair next to the dresser. She went over and picked it up, then sat down on the edge of the bed, hugging the furry animal to her chest. Trisha was not so much bored as she was lonely. "I wish Jenny were here," she said to herself. She lay back and closed her eyes, thinking.

From an early age, Trisha knew she was different. For one thing, she was incredibly shy. Although she was popular (her good looks saw to that) it was painful for her to engage in casual conversation with other people; she just didn't know what to say. Striking up a conversation with one of the boys that hung around was completely beyond her. Her parents didn't help much as they were so busy with their social activities that they had little time for encouraging hers. For Trisha, books were her escape. While reading, it didn't matter that she was awkward and shy around other people, she could be anyone she wanted. Trisha also had an active imagination and lately she had taken to creating her own stories and poems. Sometimes the stories came from things she had read in her books, but there were also more personal, private stories she didn't dare write down. Trisha was acutely aware of her growing just-turned-teenager sexuality and she made up stories based on her fantasies. It was while thinking about one story/fantasy in particular that Trisha finally admitted to herself that they almost all revolved around other girls. She had always been far more comfortable around girls than boys and now "comfort" had turned into sexual attraction. She wasn't particularly worried or upset with herself (Trisha was not one to question her own body) and it wasn't like she hated boys, but she did wonder if she would ever find some way to fit in with the rest of her friends; be like they were.

In one way, she thought of herself as pretty lucky. She liked sex, (she could not remember a time when she didn't masturbate) and she always seemed to have at least one friend who enjoyed it as much as she did. Trisha had fooled around with a cousin once or twice, but by far the best times were with her girlfriends. She remembered especially Nicole, her best friend before she moved. Dreamily, she brought the bear to her face, inhaling deeply the pleasant, musky scent of her own cunny. Instantly she was back in her old house, laying on this same bed with the warm sun streaming onto her naked body. Beside her was Nicole and she was rubbing the toy against Trisha, masturbating her. Perhaps it was the boredom, or maybe loneliness, Trisha didn't know or care; she just wanted to again feel the special warmth and excitement that memory invoked. She stood up and looked out her bedroom window. No one was near. Reaching under her dress she removed her panties, let them drop to her feet, then gracefully stepped out of them. She lay down, and lifting her dress out of the way, nestled the stuffed bear between her legs. Just as in her memories, the sun warmed her legs as she closed her eyes and settled into her sweet routine. She did not hear the door open as Jennifer stepped into the room.

If ever the principle of 'opposites attract' needed proof, Trisha's best friend Jennifer supplied it. With a square, boyish body, light brown skin, and dark hair worn in a thick braid over her back, Jennifer was the epitome of a tomboy. Possessed of an easy, outgoing personality and big soulful dark eyes, she also had no trouble attracting and keeping friends. Jennifer had the natural grace of a born athlete and, unlike Trisha, took great pleasure in athletics.

The girls lived in a standard issue, middle class neighborhood: Jennifer with her father and brother. Jennifer's mother had died when she was a young child and her dad never remarried, so for practical purposes, Jennifer grew up in an all male household. Her dad treated her as "one of the boys"; she never did (or particularly wanted to) do the things the other girls did. It wasn't until Trisha moved in next door, about a year ago, that she even had any close girlfriends. At first, Jennifer didn't know quite how to respond to her shy, quiet neighbor with the loud parents. As she started to get to know her however, she realized that Trisha was not so different from her. Both girls were adventuresome in their own way, Trisha with her books and Jennifer thru athletics. They were also, in significant ways, out of place with their peers. Perhaps that's why, Jennifer finally decided, Trisha accepts me as I am -- tomboy and all. Trisha, on the other hand, could hardly believe the whole new world that Jennifer introduced her to. Jennifer took her out to the park to play catch with her brother or play basketball on the sidewalk or go roller-skating; things that she never had the courage or encouragement to try before now. However, the thing that really endeared Jennifer to Trisha was that Jennifer actually wanted to listen to her stories. Almost every weekend that spring, they met, lunch bags in hand, to go walking in the nearby park. There they spent hours strolling, talking, exploring the grounds, with Trisha reciting her poems and stories. Gradually, Jennifer realized that Trisha had a deep crush on her. And to be honest, Jennifer thought, she was getting attached to her shy, beautiful friend also. Attached not only to her, but to their physical relationship as well.

From the very beginning, Jennifer knew that Trisha was attracted to her body, and she was surprised by how natural and unselfconscious their sex play was. It was totally different from any "doctor games" Jennifer had ever played and she genuinely enjoyed Trisha's hugging and touching. As for Trisha, she was relieved beyond words that Jennifer did not reject her advances. Many times during those long walks, if they could find a place to be alone, Trisha would stop and lean against a tree or building and wrap her arms around Jennifer, pressing their bodies tightly together. Sometimes, with Jennifer's strong body supporting her, Trisha would bury her face in Jennifer's hair and wrap her legs around Jennifer, rubbing herself against Jennifer's hip. As they became more at ease with one another, Jennifer started unbuttoning her pants, letting Trisha slip her hand beneath her panties to touch and caress her. Soon, Jennifer was reciprocating. The first time Trisha spent the night at Jennifer's house, Jennifer undressed Trisha totally, then had her lie down so she could caress her from head to foot. She even sucked Trisha's large, cherry red nipples.

Still, despite these shared intimacies, nothing prepared Jennifer for the sight of her friend, legs splayed out across her bed with the bear tucked tightly in her crotch, masturbating herself with obvious enjoyment. Jennifer gasped and put her hand over her mouth. Trisha, suddenly realizing she was not alone, bolted upright on the bed and hurriedly tried to smooth her dress. Wide eyed they stared at each other. Jennifer stammered a frustrated, embarrassed, "Uhh...", then did the only other thing she could do under the circumstances; bust out laughing. Great fits of laughter racked her body, till she could no longer stand. With her back against the doorjamb, she slid to the floor, hand clamped over her mouth. Meanwhile, Trisha, in a desperate effort to contain herself, buried her head into a pillow. She wasn't sure if she would die first of suffocation or a rupture. For several minutes both girls were completely incoherent with laughter, till Trisha finally brought herself under control long enough to speak.

"Oh wow, Jennifer," Trisha said, still trying to catch her breath, "the look on your face..." Just thinking about it sent Trisha off onto another round of hysterical giggles.

"I'm sorry, Trish," Jennifer stammered, "I -- I came looking for you to see if you could come over tonight. Your dad said you might be in here. I, uh, didn't know about the party." She stifled another guffaw, then took several deep breaths, gradually bringing herself under control.

"My parents parties are just the pits, aren't they. Here -come on over and sit." Trisha indicated a spot on the bed next to her. Jennifer stumbled over and flopped down on her back, holding her tummy. It was still sore from laughing. Trisha continued. "I was getting real bored and well--" she paused, "I decided to come to my room. I really wasn't planning on doing anything, just happened."

"Don't worry about it," Jennifer replied, trying to reassure Trisha, "my brother has walked in on me more than once." She picked up the stuffed bear and looked at it, turning it over and examining it. Finally, in a rather curious voice, she asked Trisha, "I didn't know you used a stuffed bear to, um -- masturbate."

Despite Jennifer's reassurances, Trisha had an embarrassed look on her face as she answered. "Well, I don't really, I was just remembering one time when I was playing around with a friend. Mostly I use my hand -- like I do with you." She looked at Jennifer, gave her a conspiratorial grin.

Jennifer grinned back, "Promise you won't tell?"

"OK," Trisha replied.

"Well, you remember how I said Mark had walked in on me? Well -- one time, I let him watch."

"What!??" Trisha exclaimed.

"Shhhh. I was on the couch watching TV with a blanket over me. I was in the middle of, uh, doing it when he came in and I just couldn't stop. I'm sure he knew what I was up to 'cause he grinned right at me."

They fell silent. Trisha looked around the room, as if waiting for something. Jennifer eyed her friend thoughtfully, noticing that Trisha would not look at her. It was clear what she wants, Jennifer thought, she's just too shy to ask for it directly. Oh well.

"Hey, Trish," she said finally, "do you want me to, uh, caress you for a while?"

Trisha actually let out a sigh of relief. "Oh please, yes. But first lock the door."

Jennifer went to the door and drew the old-fashioned bolt lock closed. Trisha lay down and again spread her legs, this time bringing her dress up to her chest. Jennifer returned to the bed and sat on the edge, next to Trisha. In what had become their private ritual, she moistened the two middle fingers of her hand with her mouth, then placed them against Trisha's pussy.

Although they had felt each other up many times before, this was the first time Jennifer had ever seen Trisha's cunny up close in the daylight and she wanted to take her time and explore. Leaning over Trisha's body, she cupped the swell of Trisha's mons in the palm of her hand, letting her fingers frame the pink slit of her friends vulva. Trisha looked and felt wetter than she could ever remember. Gently she parted the lips, revealing the pearl of Trisha's clit and the moist, pink folds of her flesh. The dark red of Trisha's vagina reminded Jennifer of a budding flower, waiting to bloom. Jennifer slipped her fingers between the lips, softly stroking the folds, spreading them until Trisha's clit was completely exposed. She then added her thumb and with slow, gentle squeezes massaged Trisha's nubbin, smearing Trisha's copious juices across her mound and into the tuft of pubic hair atop her pussy. Trisha moaned, soft and low.

What came next Jennifer didn't plan, it just happened. With a sideways, peek-a-boo glance at Trisha to catch her reaction, she pressed her middle finger to Trisha's vagina. "Uh?" Trisha voiced, then her eyes opened wide as she realized what Jennifer was about to do. Instantly she was up onto her elbows, staring down her body at Jennifer's hand as it covered her pubis. Trisha tensed, waiting. It was as if all her senses were concentrated at the entrance to her vagina, balanced on the end of Jennifer's finger. Jennifer finally turned her head and for the first time looked openly at her.

"Can I?" Jennifer asked softly. Trisha questioned her with her eyes and Jennifer answered with a shy but knowing smile. "It feels good -- really," Jennifer whispered.

"You've...done it?" Trisha whispered back, not quite believing.

Jennifer nodded. Trisha had always trusted her friend, it was simply part of the relationship, and she knew Jennifer would never hurt her. Slowly she sank back onto the bed, closed her eyes, and with a quick shift of her hips offered Jennifer a straight path into her body. Jennifer worked her finger into her, slowly rocking her digit against the tight opening till, suddenly, she was in to the first knuckle. The rest of the way was easy, and for a long minute, Jennifer held still; her hand covering Trisha's cunny, Trisha's warm, wet vagina tight about her finger.

"Jenny -- hurry!" Trisha groaned impatiently. Trisha's eyes were closed and her body tense, hands in fists at her side. Jennifer settled in and started masturbating Trisha in earnest; rubbing Trisha's clit with the palm of her hand as she drew her finger in and out of her friends pussy. Trisha moaned, low and breathy, then lifted her hips off the bed, pushing her cunny into Jennifer's enclosing hand. Suddenly, with complete certainty, Jennifer realized that Trisha was going to reach climax. She slipped her finger out of Trisha's vagina and started running it across her friends clit, silently urging her on. Trisha's mouth opened wide and she shook her head from side to side, gasping for breath in between her moans. Finally, with a long, high pitched keen, Trisha climaxed, then exhaling deeply, sank back onto the bed. Slowly she relaxed, the tenseness flowing from arms and legs as her breathing returned to normal. When she opened her eyes again, Jennifer greeted her with a warm smile.

"Beats the heck out of that bear, doesn't it?" asked Jennifer. With that, she collapsed onto Trisha, burying her head in Trisha's chest. Trisha threw her arms around her, and together they lay, rocking back and forth, giggling and hugging one another. Jennifer was genuinely happy for her friend and, although she would never admit it, proud she was able to make Trisha climax.

"Wow," Jennifer said, finally sitting up and grinning, "that must have been great for you."

"It was." Trisha sighed. "I've cum before when I, uh, you know, rubbed myself, but it was nothing like that." She paused, looked at Jennifer solemnly, "I've never had anyone put their finger in me before."

"It didn't hurt or anything?" asked Jennifer.

"Oh no, it felt good, it felt like -- Oh, I don't know how to describe it." She smiled, shrugged her shoulders. She really didn't have to say anything. "Say," Trisha continued, "has anybody ever, like, given you an orgasm before?"

"No," Jennifer replied. The two girls stared at each other. Now it was Jennifer's turn to look shyly away. The next question did not have to be asked, nor an answer given. Trisha simply patted the bed beside her.

"Lie down," she said.

Listening to Trisha, watching her body move as she caressed her; these things had thoroughly aroused Jennifer. Now the thought of Trisha doing the same to her made her stomach tighten in excitement and her breath come in short, shallow gulps. She stood and unsnapped her jeans, letting them slip off her hips to fall about her feet. Her panties were next, floating down her long legs to lie about her ankles, and then she kicked them both off onto the floor. Climbing onto the bed, she lay down next to Trisha. Trisha rolled over and sat up on her elbow, facing her. Jennifer parted her legs, waiting for Trisha's hand. Instead, Trisha sat up and got off the bed.

"What is it?" Jennifer asked.

Trisha did not reply. She walked around to the foot of the bed, paused, then flopped between Jennifer's outstretched legs, letting her head come to rest on Jennifer's tummy. With a wiggle, she scooted down a bit, then, crossing her hands over Jennifer's pubic mound and resting her chin on the back of her hands, looked up at Jennifer. Trisha gave her a shy grin, but her eyes held something else; something that Jennifer could only describe as a longing, almost pleading, look.

"What's the mat -" Suddenly it dawned on Jennifer what Trisha wanted: permission. Trisha wanted permission to put her mouth between her legs.

"Oh. Trish." she breathed.

Once, in the sleepy afterglow of the sex play accompanying an all night birthday party, they had talked about it, about "kissing down there" as Trisha so delicately put it. Trisha confided to Jennifer that she would never let someone do that to her, it was too dirty, too gross. Now, laying there between her legs, Trisha was offering Jennifer the very thing that she herself was unwilling to receive. Jennifer took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she propped herself up on her elbows. She wasn't sure if she even knew the words to say to let Trisha know that it was all right, that she had longed for this from the first time they had talked about it. In the end, she used Trisha's own words.

"Trisha," Jennifer's voice was as steady as she could make it, "if you want to kiss me down there, it's OK."

Trisha opened her mouth and placed it full over Jennifer's cunny, tongue resting flat against her clit, and for a brief moment she tasted Jennifer's sweat and the faint, peppery spice of her pee. It was not an unpleasant taste, and for Trisha, simply part of her friends natural allure; nuzzling Jennifer's mons she slid her tongue down Jennifer's vulva, drenching her with saliva. The heady, musky odor of Jennifer's sex filled her nostrils, and as Trisha dropped her face lower, Jennifer told her to keep going, whispering soft words of encouragement and pleasure. Trisha trailed her tongue across the soft, milk white skin of Jennifer's thighs then into the angle where thigh met crotch. She kissed Jennifer's cunny as she would a mouth, cuntal lips to her lips, tongue reaching to explore every small and delicate fold. Jennifer was very moist now and Trisha stopped to savor the warm, almost sweet wetness; with a flick of her tongue, she drew the juices into her mouth. She swallowed then went back for more, lapping Jennifer clean. Jennifer, her voice now little more than a soft moan, implored Trisha to keep going.

Slowly, lovingly, Trisha lapped her friends cunny, letting her soft, wet tongue cover Jennifer from vagina to clit, painting her with saliva. They were both making noises now, Trisha a deep purring sound in back of her throat, and as Jennifer's cunny began to flower Trisha buried her nose between the opening lips, tongue searching for Jennifer's vagina. Trisha wanted very badly to put herself inside Jennifer, just as Jennifer had put her finger inside of her. Jennifer, sensing Trisha's desire, lifted her knees off the bed and spread her legs wider, consciously trying to relax and open herself to Trisha's steady, firm probing. Trisha got her hands beneath Jennifer's bottom, steadying them both, then cocked her head to one side. With her open mouth held tight against Jennifer's pussy, she curled her tongue and very slowly, very carefully worked the tip into Jennifer's cuntal opening. She paused, and then Jennifer suddenly relaxed and opened; with a gentle, steady push, Trisha entered deep into her friends body. Jennifer cried weakly, her breath gone, taken by the incredible, indescribable sensation of Trisha's tongue slipping into her. Trisha could hardly breathe, her face was so tight against Jennifer's crotch, but she didn't stop until she was as deep as she could go. She tried moving her tongue back and forth but Jennifer's pussy had closed tight about it; all Trisha could do was move it ever so slowly in and out. When at last Trisha withdrew completely and looked up at her, Jennifer arched her back, not wanting to lose contact with Trisha's mouth.

"Please, Trish, please -- make me cum," Jennifer pleaded.

Trisha closed her mouth around Jennifer's clit, gently sucking. Jennifer gasped, clutched the bedspread. Trisha, seeing her friends reaction, started licking her again, this time concentrating on Jennifer's small, stiff clit. Jennifer groaned, tossing her head back. She was literally shaking with ecstasy. Her head reeled, her body clenched and then she came, screaming Trisha's name.

"Ohhh....Oooohhhhhh......TRRISSSSHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

For a long while afterwards, the girls lay utterly still and quiet, Jennifer sprawled out on her back as Trisha rested her head atop her pubis. Jennifer was totally drained -- legs weak and rubbery while her stomach felt like it had been turned inside out. She could not believe the intensity of the orgasm, nor the wonderful, peaceful afterglow that now washed over her body. Trisha too was tired (her jaw ached and her tongue felt plain wore out) but she was happy; a feeling born of the pure, golden warmth of contentment. As she got up from between Jennifer's legs and crawled beside her to lay down, she wanted nothing else except to fall asleep holding her friend. When Jennifer stirred, turning towards her, Trisha cradled her in her arms.

"Oh wow, Trish, your face is covered -- I mean...Oh, you know!" Trisha lowered her head, suddenly shy, as Jennifer brushed the hair from Trisha's face then wiped her chin clean with the palm of her hand. "Do you want me to do it to you?" Jennifer asked when she had finished. In truth, Jennifer didn't know if she had the energy to bring Trisha to climax a second time, but if Trisha wanted it she would try. Trisha looked at her wishfully, then finally shook her head. "We better not," she replied. "I've been gone a long time, and we better get back before mom and dad start looking for us." She took a deep breath and paused. Jennifer waited. "Jenny," Trisha confessed in a great rush of breath, "I was wrong about, uh, you know -- kissing down there. It isn't dirty or gross at all. I'm, uh, glad you liked it...Can I still come over tonight?" Jennifer, smiling at her friends unnecessary question, nodded yes.

Reluctantly, they disentangled their bodies and got up off the bed. Panties were found and slipped back on, dresses smoothed and hair brushed. After one final inspection, Jennifer unlocked the door.

"Ready?" she asked.

"OK -- oops, one more thing," Trisha replied. She bent over and picked up the stuffed bear, tucking it next to the pillow on the bed. She straightened up, then took Jennifer's hand.

"Come on, lets go," she said. Hand in hand they slipped out the door.

-------- later that day --------

"You know, Jenny," Trisha said, smiling thru a mouthful of chicken, "I really would like to finish this."

It was dusk, and Trisha was standing in the middle of the familiar, chaotic mess of Jennifer's bedroom. Her parents party had finally broken up about 7pm and Trisha quickly showered and changed, grabbed her pack and bedroll and wandered over to Jennifer's house just in time to enjoy the last of a summer's evening barbecue. Jennifer was with her dad and her brother Mark, and together the four of them sat around the picnic table, Trisha contentedly munching on a chicken leg while watching Jennifer and Mark engage in their playful brother/sister teasing. She really enjoyed being around Jennifer's family, but it was a bittersweet pleasure. There was genuine love here, and an easy, warm informality that Trisha could only contrast to her own families stiffness. It was not a favorable comparison.

Jennifer was in especially good spirits this evening and started chasing Mark in and out of the house, occasionally grabbing for Trisha as she ran past. Mark finally sought refuge behind Trisha's chair, gasping for breath, and Jennifer was about to go after him thru Trisha when her dad called a halt to the roughhousing. "That's enough," he said, "Jenny, come here and give me a hand with these dishes, will ya." Jennifer grumbled, but went to help her dad as Trisha motioned Mark to sit down next to her on the bench.

Mark was the only boy Trisha felt comfortable around, could talk to without clamming up, and she took every chance she had to talk to him. Tall and gangly, cute rather than handsome, he had the same athletic ability as Jennifer and a good dose of brains besides. Even at his age (just a year older than the girls) everyone assumed he was going to grow up and go off to college and, as Jennifer's dad liked to say, become "someone important." He also had the ability to make people laugh, especially Trisha. She never got tired of his humor, his ability to see the bright side of things even when it seemed to Trisha there was no bright side. Trisha understood why Jennifer always talked about him and loved him so. Trisha loved him too, in her own way. While Jennifer and her dad did the dishes, Mark and Trisha talked, long and easy.

Jennifer's dad stuck his head around the sliding glass door. "Mark, how about you and I go and pick up a couple of videos for this evening. Your sister says she'll stay here and keep Trisha company." Mark left and Trisha realized she still had not yet finished her meal. Hungrily she turned her attention to finishing the last piece of barbecued chicken when she heard the front door close. Almost immediately, Jennifer appeared, grabbed her by the waist and guided her into the house, down the hall and into the bedroom. It wasn't very subtle Jennifer realized, but they had some unfinished business.

Jennifer's bedroom was definitely that of a fun-loving, athletic, tomboy. Old clothes were piled in one corner, beneath a large Air Jordan poster that dominated one wall of the room. Library books, fan magazines, toys and a basketball were scattered about on the floor. Mark's baseball mitt hung over one of the bed posts ("how did that get here?" Trisha wondered) and the sheets were thrown off to one side, just as Jennifer had left them when she bounded out of bed that morning. Like Trisha's bedroom, Jennifer's had a south facing window, and the warm, golden-red light of sunset filled the room. The familiar surroundings comforted Trisha, but she was a bit overwhelmed by Jennifer's obvious desire. Even now, as she held the last piece of chicken in her hand, Jennifer stood before her fumbling with the top button of her shirt. Trisha put down her meal, wiped her hand on her jeans, then put her hand over Jennifer's.

"Hey -- slow down," she said, "I'm not going anywhere."

Jennifer stopped, dropped her hands, then leaned her head against Trisha's shoulder. "Trisha, I'm sorry." Her voice was soft, apologetic "I guess I am acting kinda dumb." She paused, struggling for words, then looked at Trisha in exasperation. "Oh, Trish! It's hard to explain. It's just that what we did this afternoon - you know, when you did it with your mouth - it felt sooooooooo good. I get really turned on thinking about it, and thinking about tonight and maybe doing the same to you."

"You don't have to," Trisha replied.

"I WANT to," Jenny said, no doubt whatsoever in her eyes. "I really do. It's just sorta scary, that's all. I've never felt this way before, so turned on, I mean. Especially --" she stopped, realizing what she was about to say.

"Especially by another girl?" Trisha finished the thought for her. She could guess what Jennifer was going thru.

Jennifer bit her lower lip. "Yeah, that's part of it." She gave Trisha a rueful smile. "Kinda weird, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess it is kinda weird, but Jenny, look. We're best friends and I really like you. When I -- make love to you -- (there, Trisha thought, I said it out loud) it's the neatest thing in the whole world. I can trust you not to hurt me or make fun of me or anything. And I also know you like it when we're together and do all the things we like to do. That's all that really matters, right? That we're friends and we can be together and have fun and trust each other. There is nothing wrong with that." Trisha stopped, out of breath. It was quite a speech for her and not knowing what else to do, she started playing with a wisp of Jennifer's hair.

Jennifer looked at her, smiling, almost laughing at her friends utter confidence in herself and in her. "Trisha, you're amazing sometimes," Jennifer said, "doesn't getting turned on by me, by other girls, ever bother you?"

"No." It was that simple.

Jennifer thought about it. "Weeellll," she said slowly, "I guess it wont bother me either. At least, not as long as it feels as good as you make it feel." She leaned over and kissed Trisha's cheek, smiling, her dark eyes understanding, playful, willing. That look sent a shiver of anticipation and delight thru Trisha.

"Alright, 'nuff said." Trisha replied. Jennifer nodded her head in agreement. "I wanna get undressed, OK?"

They undressed each other down to their panties, pants first then tops. Trisha pulled Jennifer's tank-top over her head, and as they sat down, Trisha once again stared in frank admiration at her friends athletic body. Jennifer's legs were strong, lean with muscle, and her hips were narrow; the hips of a graceful, fast cat. Jennifer was six months Trisha's junior and just starting to enter puberty, but already she had breasts -- small, firm handfuls topped with smooth brown nipples. Trisha thought (although she never told Jennifer this) that they were simply, truly beautiful. Trisha was also into puberty (unlike Jennifer, who's young pussy was totally hairless, her pubis sported a patch of fine, golden peach fuzz) and her hips were beginning to lose their boyish, angular lines, but so far, her breasts were no more than large (albeit pretty) nipples. Trisha was terribly self-conscious about them and she could not begin to tell Jennifer what it meant to her when, on the night of their first sleepover, she so tenderly took them into her mouth and sucked them. That small act, more than anything else, had cemented their relationship.

Together they sat, cross-legged on the floor, their knees touching. They talked softly, no hurry, words flowing easily from one to another. As they talked, they touched, Trisha resting her hands lightly on Jennifer's legs, stroking her knees while Jennifer played her fingers across Trisha's bare chest. When Jennifer brushed her nipples, Trisha stopped in mid-sentence, swallowing hard.

"Oh boy," she whispered, "I think I almost came."

"You can't do that from me just touching you, can you?"

"Right now, I think maybe so." Trisha paused. "Jenny, before you do me, I want to feel you up, OK?"

Trisha stood, then leaned down and brought Jennifer to her feet. They stood face to face, inches apart. Suddenly Trisha grabbed Jennifer and held her close, pressing her pubic mound against Jennifer's. It was like the breaking of a dam; they both hurried, excited, fumbling to remove their panties. Trisha pulled hers from around her waist, letting them drop to her ankles. With one swift motion, Jennifer removed her own panties and stood naked before Trisha. Without a word, Trisha reached for her and they stood together; Jennifer with her legs apart, foreheads touching as they both looked down to watch. Trisha slipped her hand between Jennifer's legs, cupping the bare pubis in her palm as she nestled her fingers between the lips of Jennifer's vulva. Trisha was very good at this, stroking her clit, fondling the lips, applying just the right amount of pressure on her mons, and soon Jennifer was weak at the knees, clutching at Trisha's arms so she could stand. Jennifer bit her lip and cried into Trisha's shoulder as she climaxed. It was a lot easier than the first one that afternoon and wasn't as overwhelming, but she still had to lean against Trisha's body as her legs recovered. Trisha ran her hands over Jennifer's bottom, bringing her back to earth.

"Mmmm," Jennifer whispered, "you're so dam good at this, you know." Trisha just smiled at her. Jennifer shook her head, breathing deeply.

"OK, Trish,", Jennifer said, her eyes shiny and bright, "your turn."

Playfully she pushed her friend over onto the bed. Trisha's legs dangled over the edge, panties still around her ankles. Jennifer knelt before her, removed the panties and let them drop to the floor. With her ankles now free Trisha spread her legs wide, allowing Jennifer to stare straight into her open cunny. Jennifer's playful expression was gone, replaced by a look close to reverence as she raised her hand to touch Trisha. The girls exchanged excited whispers, Jennifer telling Trisha how neat and soft her pussy looked, Trisha reassuring Jennifer that hers was just as wonderful. Jennifer gave Trisha a few soft strokes, then carefully placing her palms against the inside of Trisha's thighs, braced herself. She closed her eyes, hesitated, then with a deep breath, leaned forward and pressed her lips to Trisha's moist, pink slit. Her tongue darted from her mouth, and for the first time, Jennifer tasted Trisha's musky, sweet/salty wetness. Tenderly she kissed Trisha's cunny, inhaling deeply the familiar, arousing odor. (Although she had never tasted Trisha before, Jennifer loved her smell. Oft times after masturbating Trisha she would un-ashamedly cup her fingers to her nose and savor the secret, special scent of her.) Jennifer kissed the sparse pubic hair atop Trisha's mound, then held her friends pussy open with her thumbs to tongue her from clit to vagina. Back and forth she went, kissing and licking the lips of Trisha's vulva. Before long, she had covered Trisha's cunny with her mouth and was eagerly sucking the folds, stopping only to catch a quick breath and swallow the mixture of Trisha's wetness and her own saliva as they filled her mouth. Trisha started her familiar low, breathy moan, started bucking her hips against Jennifer as she neared climax. Jennifer held her mouth to Trisha's cunny as best she could, licking Trisha's clit with long wet strokes of her tongue until Trisha cried out, climaxing in a great burst of wetness.

Jennifer stumbled to her feet and collapsed onto the bed next to Trisha. The sun had set, and in the half tones of dusk, Trisha's skin glowed white, her cherry red nipples turned to dark red. Jennifer gazed at Trisha's profile; her small delicate nose, her high cheekbones, the way her hair shimmered in the half-light and, as if for the first time, she realized how really beautiful Trisha was. She wished her eyes were cameras so she might keep that image of Trisha in her mind forever.

"Trisha?" she asked softly.

"Mmmmm." Trisha mumbled.

"Would you sleep with me tonight?" Normally, after there sex play, they would return to their individual sleeping bags to talk and maybe hold hands before drifting off to sleep.

"Mmmmm, OK, sure." Trisha was starting to waken from the afterglow. "I, uh -- can we do it some more?"

"Yes, Trish," Jennifer answered quietly, nodding her head.

For the next hour or so, the girls lay in Jennifer's half made bed, tangled tightly among the bedsheets and pillows, caressing and sucking one another till they were to the point of exhaustion. They could no longer pretend (nor did they want to) that what they were doing was innocent, girlish sex play. No, they made love to one another -passionate, hungry, physical love. For Trisha especially: normally she was the initiator, but tonight, Jennifer took control and Trisha found herself opening her body to Jennifer in ways she never would have dared before. She was still wet from Jennifer's mouth and Jennifer spent a good deal of time playing her fingers in and out of her cunny, at times reaching so deep inside that they touched the back of her cuntal wall. Jennifer rolled her over and caressed the cheeks of her bottom, showering them with playful kisses. Trisha returned the favor. They tried sixty-nine but it was too awkward; neither could concentrate with the others tongue in their cunny and they ended up collapsing in giggles. Jennifer finally rolled Trisha onto her back again and brought her to the edge by thumbing her clit while stroking the folds of her vulva. Trisha was so excited she didn't say a word when Jennifer's fingers wandered towards the private, forbidden places below her vagina. Jennifer got to her knees, and still fingering Trisha's cunny, leaned over and took a nipple into her mouth; almost immediately, Trisha responded with another shuddering, bucking climax. After Trisha finished, Jennifer sat back on the bed and, to Trisha's utter and everlasting amazement, put her fingers in her mouth, sucking them clean before finally laying down next to her, resting her head on Trisha's chest.

"Oh -- sweet -- Jesus -- that was good," was all Trisha could manage.

That wasn't all. Jennifer, in a soft, earnest voice, told Trisha how good it felt to caress her and (blushing only slightly) how good she tasted. Trisha had never had anyone talk to her like that before and the words struck her with almost physical force; arousing her as much as her friends touch had. When Jennifer finally rolled over onto her back to take her turn Trisha did not hesitate; she slid to the foot of the bed, nestling herself between Jennifer's outstretched legs. As she lowered her face to Jennifer's pussy, Trisha caught the clean, floral scent of soap; mixed with the darker, musky odor of Jennifer's cunny, it created a perfume that touched a deep and elemental desire within Trisha. She was fast losing control of herself and roughly parted Jennifer's pussy with her fingers, her tongue searching, not stopping until it again rested inside her friends vagina. For a crazy moment, Trisha started drawing her tongue in and out, loving Jennifer as deeply and as intimately as (she supposed) one girl could love another. She stopped only when Jennifer took her by the shoulders and pulled her away to lie on top. They embraced, tightly, Trisha a bit scared and embarrassed now by her sudden display of passion. Jennifer was meowing softly, almost a cry, and Jennifer's heart was beating so hard Trisha felt it against her own chest.

"Oh wow," she whispered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get so carried away. Are you all right?"

"Yes," Jennifer squeaked. For a long while she was silent. Then, "You felt like a boy inside me."

Trisha rolled off of her onto the bed. Together they stared at the ceiling, holding hands, waiting for their bodies to relax and their breathing to return to normal. "Jenny," Trisha finally asked, breaking the silence, "you've never done it with a guy, have you?" Jennifer giggled, shaking her head no. "Well," Trisha said, "I guess then that was for practice." Jennifer smiled sweetly and cuffed her with her pillow. Trisha, properly chastised, slid back down the bed and, with as much tenderness as her passion would allow, sucked her friend to climax.

They finished, as they usually did, engaging in a long, playful session of mutual masturbation. Afterward, laying side by side in the dark, they were content to simply touch one another. Trisha cupped Jennifer's warm, wet cunny in the hand while Jennifer idly ran her fingers thru the soft, golden hairs crowning Trisha's pubis.

"Jenny," Trisha's voice was sleepy, wistful, "sometimes I wish we could, you know, cum at the same time." Then, almost as an afterthought, "Actually -- I wish you could make me cum by laying on top of me."

"Yeah, that would be neat." Jennifer said thru a wide, sleepy yawn. She was exhausted, having been in a state of almost constant arousal since early that afternoon. "Trisha -- I gotta get some sleep, OK?" Almost apologetically, she took her hand from Trisha's cunny, trailing it over the length of Trisha's body before she rolled onto her side, curling up next to her friend. "More tomorrow," she mumbled.

"Yeah, I guess so," Trisha said softly, to no one in particular. She lay their awhile, then reached down and pulled the covers over them. Jennifer was already breathing the steady, shallow breaths of contented sleep. Trisha snuck a quick kiss on the lips, wished her a good night, then closed her eyes. Within moments she had joined Jennifer in the arms of Morphias.

"Trisha, come on, wake up." Trisha opened her eyes to find Jennifer's face inches from her own. Jennifer was laying on top of her, rubbing her body against Trisha's. "Huh, what?" Trisha said. Jennifer wedged her knee between Trisha's thighs, working them open, and then Trisha understood. With a sudden rush, she awoke, wrapping her legs around Jennifer's hips, then clutching Jennifer's bottom she pressed her friends pubic mound against her own. Jennifer arched above her, strong arms holding her body steady against Trisha's crotch as Trisha rotated her hips, rubbing her clit and fore-cunny against Jennifer's hairless mound. Jennifer met Trisha's thrusts with her own, one time knocking the headboard against the wall with a sharp bang. Back and forth they rocked; wet sex against wet sex, hot breath on each others faces. Trisha raised her hands to Jennifer's budding mounds and pinched. Jennifer's arms gave way and she collapsed onto Trisha, grinding her nipples into Trisha's hands. Trisha was close to coming, high on the plateau of ecstasy, and when Jennifer stuck a tongue in her ear it was all over. She exploded, thrashing wildly against Jennifer's body, driving her cunny hard against Jennifer's bare pubis. Jennifer growled, long and low, then scrambled to her hands and knees and reached for her own pussy. Closed-eyed and slack-jawed Jennifer swiftly brought herself to climax. When she came she again collapsed, this time spread eagle over Trisha's body. Trisha held her tight, feeling Jennifer's body stiffen then release as the orgasm flowed thru it.

"I -- I wanted to make us cum together," Jennifer said softly, her voice wavering, "like you wanted before." Her head was buried in the crook of Trisha's neck and Trisha couldn't tell if Jennifer was disappointed, or satisfied, or what. Gradually though Jennifer's body melted into Trisha's and they lay in peaceful, contented silence; Jennifer's warm breath in Trisha's ear while Trisha trailed her fingers lightly over Jennifer's spine.

"You wanna try it with me on top?" Trisha finally inquired.

"Na, I just want to lay here for a while. Jeez, what time is it?"

Trisha turned her head towards the alarm clock on the bed stand. "12:30. You didn't sleep..." Suddenly she was shoving Jennifer off of her, trying to hide herself between Jennifer's body and the wall. "Oh no, its your dad!" Trisha whispered in terror. Jennifer rolled over to face the door, shielding Trisha. Someone stood in the doorway all right, but the tall, lanky figure was not that of her father, it was her brother.

Jennifer put her finger to her lips, shushing him, then motioned him over to the bed. Silently, Mark crossed the room and sat down on the floor facing Jennifer. Trisha, peeking over Jennifer's shoulder, watched in dumfounded amazement as Jennifer calmly snaked her arm out from under the covers, palm extended. Mark brought his hand up to hers and they intertwined fingers, a ritual of greeting they had used since they were children. They hand wrestled for a few seconds then dropped their arms onto Mark's lap.

"Mark," Jennifer whispered, "what are you doing here? You really scared Trisha."

"Sorry Trish." Mark whispered back "Look, I can't sleep with you two -- ummm, how do I say this politely -- getting-it-on right next door. I can hear almost everything."

"You think dad can hear us?" Jennifer asked.

Mark shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe. I don't think he cares."

"Could you really hear us?" Mark couldn't see it, but Jennifer was blushing.

"Yeah. Did anyone ever tell you you sound like a cat when you cum?"

"Mark!!" Jennifer was still holding her brothers hand and she gave it a hard squeeze, bending his fingers back. "Ouch," he cried softly, "be careful."

"Uh, Mark, Jenny," Trisha had finally gotten her voice back, "are you two going to sit there and have a nice little chat or what?"

Mark and Jennifer were so wrapped up in themselves that Trisha's sudden comment startled them into silence. Jennifer cocked her head to one side and stared at her brother, her face questioning, hopeful. Mark pursed his lips, looking off into the distance. Trisha could tell something was up, but she dared not guess what. When Mark's eyes returned he didn't say anything, only looked at his sister. The kids were communicating on a level that only twins or very close siblings understood. "You sure?" Mark asked her. She nodded. Trisha's eyes grew wide.

Jennifer rolled over and, facing Trisha, pulled the sheets over their heads. She wanted to explain this to Trisha privately, without her brother's wise cracks. Her voice was soft, matter-of-fact. "Well, uh, Trish, I never told you this, but Mark and me, sometimes we sleep together." Trisha's eyes grew wider. "Its not like we have sex or anything," she added hastily, "we just like to, well, sleep together." She paused, waiting for Trisha's reaction. Trisha was still trying to get her mind around the events of the last few minutes and all she could do was nod her head slowly.

Jennifer continued, her voice a little easier now. "When we were little kids, we fooled around, you know, watching each other pee and things like that, but we stopped doing that stuff until, well -- you remember when that guy broke into our house?" Trisha remembered. About a week after Trisha had moved into the neighborhood, someone had tried to break into Jennifer's house by crawling thru her bedroom window. Jennifer awoke and sat up in bed, startling him, but instead of backing out he fell thru the window into the room. Jennifer told Trisha later that she had never been so scared in all her life as when he got up, his face cut and bleeding, and rocketed thru the room to the hallway and out the front door, followed by Jennifer's terrified screams.

"Yes, I remember," Trisha said.

"Well, after the cops had left and dad went back to bed, I was shaking so badly that I couldn't sleep and I asked Mark to come to bed with me. It felt so good that the next night I crawled into his bed. I guess that once we got started we never stopped." Jennifer paused. Her voice was soft and defiant. "Trisha - I love my brother. Going to sleep with him beside me is the most natural thing in the world. It's just like you said before about us, all that matters is that we love and trust each other." She stopped, looking straight at Trisha. Only then did Jennifer realize she was trembling, holding her pillow tight in her fist.

"Jenny, you really want Mark with us?" Trisha asked. Jennifer nodded.

Trisha didn't know what to say. She remembered talking to Mark earlier, how comfortable she felt around him. She could also see the look in Jennifer's eyes and how badly she wanted her to say yes.

"OK," she said softly, "I don't want to fool around or anything with him, but, yeah, he can join us."

It was awkward at first. Mark crawled in and snuggled up to Jennifer as Trisha took Jennifer's hands and held them to her chest. They lay in silence for awhile, their bodies stiff, hardly touching. This was not working out like Jennifer had hoped. She was about to call the whole thing off when Mark raised his head and looked over her to Trisha. His face was solemn, serious as he spoke.

"So Trisha, do you come here often?"

Trisha glared at him, raising her hand. For a second she remained poised to strike, then the laughter welled up inside her and she collapsed into her pillow, sobbing, the events of the day finally spilling over into tears of release. She reached out again, this time grabbing Marks hand, pulling it towards her. "Come here," she said, voice horse with emotion. Mark reached for her and Jennifer was buried in a tangle of arms and legs as they tried to hug one another. Mark finally got his long arms around the both of them, pressing Trisha's body against his sister's, and together they lay, Trisha quietly laughing and crying into Jennifer's chest. Jennifer rocked her back and forth, holding her as Mark caressed her, running his hand over her back and thru her hair. It took quite awhile for Trisha to calm down enough to speak, and when she did, she and Mark slid into quiet conversation. For a long while they talked, Mark listening wide eyed as Trisha haltingly explained how it was with her, what had gone on that day and how she had ended up in his sisters bed. Jennifer lay on her back between them, watching them both, idly drawing the tips of her fingers in circles on Trisha's stomach, occasionally reaching across her body to touch her brother. Mark would sometimes absent-mindedly return the caress but his attention was focused completely on Trisha. Several times he started to reach for her but Trisha kept right on talking, oblivious to Mark's body language. Finally, with deliberate, exaggerated slowness he reached across and put his hand on her hip. Trisha froze. Jennifer, caught in the middle, turned first from her brothers open and frank stare of want, to Trisha's look of -- not fright or dread or panic -just resignation; as if she were steeling herself for some unpleasant chore. For a moment everything stopped as Mark and Trisha eyed each other. Trisha finally turned and buried her face in her pillow.

"No, Mark, please," came the muffled reply. She turned her head to face them both and for the first time since Jennifer had known her, Trisha seemed small and fragile. "If it were some other time or place I might wanna say yes, do something with you, but not now...I'm not ready." She paused, taking a breath. "Besides,", she continued softly, "I'm, um, well, -- cummed out, if you know what I mean. I'm just not in the mood anymore."

For a long while, silence. Mark put his head back down on Jennifer's pillow, brought his hand to his chest. The warm, easy mood of a few minutes ago was gone and Jennifer was afraid one or the other would get up and leave. "No," she thought to herself, "I'm not going to let that happen." She had spent countless evenings that past year longing, (no, be honest she thought: fantasizing) about this moment, having both Trisha and her brother in the same bed with her, and whatever it took she would see to it that they remained.

"Mark, put your arms around me." She rolled over so that her back was to Mark then grabbed his hand and guided it around her. "OK, Trish, you do the same." Trisha stared at her uncomprehendingly, then Jennifer scooped Trisha's body up as best she could and dragged her over till they were touching, stomach to stomach. "Look, you two," she said quietly, "Right now -- what we're doing -- is very special to me. I love you both and I wanna have you next to me and cuddle me. Both of you. Can I have that much? Please?" She waited.

"OK," her brother replied, and Jennifer knew without looking that he was giving her a 'you won but I don't mind' smile. "I think my arms are gonna' fall asleep though." Trisha didn't say anything, she just put her head against Jennifer's and snuggled her free arm between Jennifer's back and Marks body. "G'nite," someone mumbled.

Jennifer got her wish.

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Jennifer awoke early the next morning, in a house that was still and quiet, searching for Mark. His warmth was gone and for a moment she was disoriented, groping blindly around her till she opened her eyes. It was dawn, and sometime during the night Mark had gotten up and left. Trisha was still cuddled close, sleeping on her side, and with her hand curled loosely in front of her mouth she looked like a young child. A lock of hair had fallen down across Trisha's forehead to lay across her face and with every slow, steady breath it danced across her mouth. For a long while Jennifer lay there, watching her friend, wondering if anyone could be as peaceful as Trisha looked at that moment. Or, for that matter, as beautiful. Trisha simply glowed. "You know," Jennifer thought to herself, "I could get *real* use to this." She reached over to brush the hair from her friends forehead and Trisha slowly opened her eyes.

"Hi ya," Trisha said softly.

"Hi ya," Jennifer replied, "Where's Mark?"

Trisha closed her eyes again, and Jennifer waited as Trisha willed herself awake. "Um, he got up and left before it got light out." Trisha answered sleepily, "I think he was, uh, kinda frustrated." She gave Jennifer a wane, knowing smile and both girls broke into soft giggles. "Poor guy," Trisha said as she snuggled closer, "He is soooooo sweet too. Maybe next time." Jennifer raised a questioning eyebrow, but, snug in Trisha's arms, she really wasn't in the mood to pursue her friends last comment. Rapidly Jennifer drifted back into light sleep full of strange dreams of flying. It was full daylight before Trisha finally shook her awake.

"Good morning," Trisha said brightly.

Trisha was sitting up on her knees, facing Jennifer, and as Jennifer watched she yawned and stretched, every muscle in her slender arms visible as she clenched her hands. She gazed at the ceiling and shook her head, letting her long hair shimmer down her back like a blond waterfall. Her young nipples stood erect. "You're gorgeous," Jennifer said in awe, so enraptured by Trisha's form that she was hardly aware she had spoken. Trisha giggled, covered her mouth, then buried her face in her hands, wrinkling her nose. "Oh Jenny," she said with disgust, "I need a bath. I smell like -- well, like I've been doing it all night."

"Silly girl," Jennifer shot back, "you have." Trisha laughed, fell down next to Jennifer and they wrestled, enjoying the sensual feel of their naked bodies. They ended up sitting on the edge of the bed, side by side, Jennifer with her arm around Trisha's waist. Trisha was staring out the window and Jennifer gazed at her profile, watching the morning sunlight as it reflected off her big, pale blue eyes.

"Trish," Jennifer said, her voice a mixture of satisfaction and wonder, "that was really neat, what we did last night. Do you think it's always like that? I mean, making each other cum like we did."

Trisha didn't answer immediately, she just continued staring out the window, lost in thought. "I don't know," she finally replied, "maybe its only something that happens with real good friends or -- maybe we're both just good at it. Whatever it is, I'm glad." The girls looked sideways at each other, exchanging secret, contented smiles. Trisha stood up. "Come on, you wanna take a shower with me?" Jennifer caught the happiness in her friends voice. "Yeah, lets do it" she replied. Together, wrapped in one of Jennifer's bathrobes, they stepped out of the bedroom into the brand new day.

Chapter 2

Jennifer spent the week following the sleepover in a walking daze: floating around the house, bumping into things, laughing out loud for no good reason and generally acting as if she were head over heals in love. She was. Trisha was not just her best friend anymore, but a lover, soulmate, sister, and equal wrapped up in one. They laughed together, cried together, got mad at each other over the same dumb things -- and made love with an intensity that left her weak and gasping, clutching feebly at Trisha's body every time they finished. They were so tight, emotionally and physically, that it was kind of spooky; but in a good, unscary sort of way. Jennifer had no words to adequately describe how she felt, and probably would not have had ANY way to express it if Mark hadn't one day brought home a book of M. C. Escher prints. That evening, as Mark curled up on the couch with her explaining the tricks of perception the great master used in creating his endless staircases and impossible objects, they came across a sketch of one hand drawing another. It wasn't a mirror image type of thing; one hand sprung from the tip of a pencil even as it was bringing the other hand into existence. "That's it!" Jennifer practically shouted. Her brother had no idea what she was talking about but that was okay, Trisha would know.

Besides her love for Trisha, Jennifer also came to realize that Trisha had unlocked something else deep within her. Before Trisha, Jennifer had only a passing interest in sex. Now she found herself constantly daydreaming about it; and not only about her and Trisha but how it would feel to have a boy......and the dreams would crash into blank dead ends, leaving her immensely frustrated. Part of it was simply a lack of experience. She knew how Trisha felt and smelled and tasted but it was not so easy to transfer those sensations to a male body. There was also the problem (or maybe it wasn't a problem, Jennifer wasn't sure) that, when she tried, the image she conjured up was that of her brother. Her first thoughts were of shock and surprise; then curiosity at her own reaction. "Well," Jennifer thought to herself, "why shouldn't I daydream of him?" She had always been very close to Mark and her relationship with Trisha had not changed that. She was also not blind to her brothers good looks and growing taut, muscular body. Mark was no longer just her skinny older brother -- no siree -and Jennifer found herself wondering what would have happened if Trisha *had* said yes that night. And the more she thought about it the more she became convinced that she and Mark would have ended up doing it. Right in front of Trisha no less. Jennifer was old enough to recognize that some of this was simply the deliciously naughty idea of screwing her own brother. She also knew, with utter certainty, that making love to Mark could be very, very good. She wanted to tell Mark these things and several times she tried, but something always held her back. A voice inside told her (with that same utter certainty) that loving her brother was not so simple; that fantasizing was one thing but reality was full of dark, unexpected surprises. After a while, Jennifer (rather reluctantly) let the matter drop, but it was hardly forgotten. The struggle between Jennifer's body and mind was not to be resolved until much later -- and under circumstances that neither the girls nor Mark could have ever imagined.

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Despite the thoughts about her brother, Jennifer would always remember those first few weeks as perfect; some of the best times of her life. Mark kept his wise-cracks to a minimum and her dad accepted Trisha's constant presence around the house with a friendly smile and polite (but genuine) interest in her doings. Jennifer was quite pleased that her father and Trisha got along so well. Actually, Jennifer's father was pretty sure there was something more than 'friendship' between the girls, but while not overly thrilled with the idea, he did his best not to interfere. Having lost his wife early in their marriage, he knew first hand the loneliness of being deprived of a loved one -and he wasn't about to inflict that pain upon his own daughter.

Unfortunately, Trisha's mom was another matter entirely. What had started out as unexplained coolness towards Jennifer had turned into outright coldness, bordering on hostility. Trisha strongly suspected that her mom had discovered the truth about her sexuality, didn't like it, and was bound and determined to take that dislike out on Jennifer. "You sure spend a lot of time with that girl," her mom told her rather pointedly, "are you sure she is the *right* kind of friend?" It didn't help matters any when she caught the girls necking in the bedroom one afternoon. She tried banishing Jennifer from the house, but that didn't last long. As much as she disliked Jennifer she liked having Trisha sulk around the house like a two year old far less. She did, however, watch them like a hawk; never giving the girls a chance to be alone. And of course, as randy teens from time immemorial have done, they took this as the ultimate challenge...

As July rolled into August, Trisha and Jennifer found themselves spending a lot of time in the basement/rec-room of Trisha's house. It was a good place to beat the heat, the 'fridge in the corner provided a convenient place to stash sodas and, best of all, it was the one place where they had a little privacy -- and during the second week of August that year the girls needed all three. The weather had turned blazing, asphalt softening hot, they couldn't get enough to drink, and Trisha had been out of town on vacation with her folks for the past week and a half. Sweet little Jennifer was (to put it bluntly) hornier than a shipwrecked sailor. She desperately wanted to haul Trisha into her bedroom, but her dad was home that week painting the house, so Jennifer had to settle for the rec-room and Trisha's mom's watchful eye. They had just finished a game of ping pong when Trisha's mom ran down the stairs for the um-teenth time, checking on the girls.

"This is getting really annoying," Jennifer said to Trisha when she was sure that her mom was out of ear shot. Trisha leaned against the ping pong table, idly playing with the paddle, turning one side then the other against the table top.

"Jenny, did you miss me?" Trisha asked.

"Take a wild guess." Jennifer meant for her answer to be funny, sort of a playful 'you don't REALLY need an answer to that, do you?' but she missed. Trisha flinched; hurt from the unintended sarcasm showing on her face. "Oh damn," Jennifer thought, "I'm so horny I can't even talk straight."

"I'm sorry, Trish, that didn't come out right. Look, I'm uh, having a hard time just standing here talking to you." She paused. "You know what I mean?"

Trisha nodded. She knew exactly what Jennifer meant. Her whole body -- arms, legs, thighs, nipples, cunny -- ached to feel Jennifer's touch and there was nothing she could do about it, not with her mom in the house. As if to punctuate the point the sound of her mom's voice came drifting down the stairs. She was talking on the telephone. Trisha decided to (sorta) change the subject.

"I had a dream last night," Trisha sighed wishfully.

"About what?"

Trisha paused and then a wicked little smile played across her lips. "Take a wild guess," she replied.

"You asked for it!" Jennifer yelled, breaking into laughter as she grabbed her paddle. She went after Trisha in gleeful abandon, grabbing at her shirt tails and swinging for her friend's beautiful, firm butt as they scrambled wildly around the corner. Jennifer missed the first time, connected on the second, and with a yelp Trisha skidded to a stop and turned around. Too late did Jennifer realize that Trisha was holding her own paddle. "Oooooh shit," Jennifer said to herself as she madly tried to reverse course. She didn't want to present her own backside to Trisha so, like two fencers in a duel, Trisha backed her up -- straight into the wall. "Uncle?" Jennifer pleaded thru her laughter as Trisha dropped her paddle and took her by the wrists. Slowly Trisha stretched Jennifer's arms above her head then pinned them to the cinder blocks. "You give?" Trisha asked in mock seriousness, and at that moment Jennifer would have given Trisha everything she owned; after a week and a half of missing her it was SO DAM GOOD to feel her body again. "Anything you want, baby," Jennifer answered in her best low and sexy voice, and then Trisha kissed her. Hard.

As intimate and passionate as the girls were with each other, they rarely ever french-kissed, certainly not with the intensity Trisha used now. Releasing Jennifer's hands she grabbed her friend by the waist, pulling Jennifer's body tight against her own as she feasted on Jennifer's full, wet lips. Jennifer, arms now free, wrapped them around Trisha's neck. Trisha swirled her tongue into Jennifer's open mouth; grazing the roof, touching the inside of her cheeks before intertwining it with Jennifer's. Jennifer wanted to swallow the sweet invader whole but Trisha's lips were so tight against hers that she couldn't get her mouth closed. She tilted her head forward, breaking the kiss.

"Let me suck it!" Jennifer implored.

Trisha obliged, softening the kiss even as she plunged still deeper, completely filling Jennifer's mouth. Jennifer gasped for a final breath then closed her mouth around the soft, wet tongue of her lover. Trisha's knees buckled. Hungrily, greedy Jennifer sucked as Trisha fell against her, grinding her mons against Jennifer's leg. Trisha had put her tongue inside Jennifer's pussy many times but this was totally different; Jennifer was trying to swallow her, to make their bodies as one. Just the thought of Jennifer wanting her like this was an incredible turn-on for Trisha. She shook with want, holding Jennifer impossibly tight, and it was only when Jennifer began to gray-out from lack of oxygen that she loosened her grip on Trisha's neck and pushed her away.

"Ohhhhhh" Trisha breathed, face flush and eyes full of dazed wonder. She held two fingers to Jennifer's lips, slowly tracing the outline of her friends mouth. "It's like fucking with our clothes on. Never felt like that...never..." Her voice trailed into silence as they held one another.

"Did you come?" Jennifer asked, remembering how Trisha's body had shuddered when she first started sucking.

"No, I was close though." Trisha lifted her head from Jennifer's shoulder. "Jenny, I..."

"Jennifer!" It was Trisha's mom again, calling down the stairs. "That was your father. You're due home in ten minutes, OK?" There was the hollow bong of a pan hitting the sink. Jennifer glanced up the stairs, shaking her head. "Just a few more minutes" she pleaded silently. Trisha continued, her voice barely audible. "I really did have a dream, Jenny. I dreamed that you were a guy, that you...had a cock. And you were deep inside me, so deep in me..."

That was all Jennifer could take; dropping her hand to Trisha's jeans she fumbled for the snap. Trisha was completely, totally lost in her remembrances and it was only the feel of Jennifer's thumbs sneaking under the waistband of her panties that brought her back to reality.

"No, Jenny -- my mom" she protested but in one swift motion Jennifer skinned the panties over her hips, baring her lightly furred mound and perfectly round ass. The jeans continued down her legs to puddle at her feet.

"Trish, I'm gonna do you" Jennifer whispered as she cupped Trisha's mons, fingers sliding between the wet lips of her pussy. She traced the outline of Trisha's cunny from front to back, circled the opening to her tight canal, then Trisha buried her face into Jennifer's neck to stifle the moans as Jennifer slowly sank her middle finger deep into her young vagina.

"Ohhhh....yeah!" Trisha groaned. She pawed at Jennifer's breasts, then the front of her jeans, then lost all rhythm as a second finger joined its mate inside her body. Trisha started whimpering, churning her hips as Jennifer withdrew half way then entered her again. Jennifer rested the back of her thumb against Trisha's engorged clit, stroking it lightly, finger-fucking Trisha with loving, passionate skill. At one point Trisha, out of her mind with passion, rose to her tip-toes then came down hard, driving Jennifer's fingers in as deep as they would go.

"Mu...More!" Trisha groaned. Jennifer's hand was soaked, absolutely drenched with Trisha's juices, and the slick cream allowed a third digit to enter the cunt of her lover.

"I'm a guy. Cum for me, Trisha." Jennifer cooed.

With her last rational thought, Trisha buried her open mouth against Jennifer's chest, loosed a silent scream, and came. It was obliterating. She collapsed against Jennifer, cunny clamped tight about Jennifer's fingers, writhing against her friend as the longest, best orgasm of her life took hold. Wave after wave of ecstasy pounded Trisha's body, buckling her knees, and Jennifer had to grab the back of her shirt to keep her from sliding to the floor. Jennifer held Trisha tight, arm clamped around Trisha's waist and fingers buried deep in her pussy until the shaking and moaning finally ceased. For a long while afterward Trisha lay propped up against Jennifer's body, panting heavily, face pressed against her best friends breasts.

"Trish?" Jennifer asked, her lips resting against the top of Trisha's blond head as one by one she gently removed her fingers, "You alive down there?" Very slowly Trisha nodded yes, then with shaky arms pushed herself away from Jennifer to stand. She wobbled, legs no more steady than her arms had been, and Jennifer held onto her until she was able to stand on her own.

"Oh...WOW!" They said it together, on cue. Trisha giggled, still high from the climax.

"Jenny, five minutes -- and what's going on down there!?" It was Trisha's mom again, and as Trisha frantically grabbed for her panties Jennifer retrieved Trisha's pants from around her ankles then put a finger to Trisha's lips, telling her to be quiet. "Be right there," Jennifer called back up the stairs, voice bright and full of innocence. Trisha, hastily tucking her shirt back into her jeans, just shook her head and laughed. "My love, you're toooooo much. God, I don't believe what we just did!" Then, serious now, she added "What about you?"

Jennifer eyed Trisha, then her still wet fingers, but both girls knew they had pressed their luck as far as they dared. Reluctantly, Jennifer shook her head no. "I'll take care of myself later. Besides," she added with a sheepish smile, "right now if we tried I'd probably yell the house down." That much was true; when Jennifer came she had a tendency to scream. Very loudly.

"Okay, if that's what you want. But I warn you -- next time I get my hands on you you're gonna cum till you beg for mercy."

Jennifer's face brightened, "That a promise?"

A slow and absolutely delicious smile spread across Trisha's face.

Later, sitting at the dinner table with her family, it was quite obvious Jennifer's thoughts were elsewhere. Her dad was rather puzzled and he even considered asking her about it, but it would not have done much good. All he would have received was some answer about 'how to keep from begging'.

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Jennifer stood in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom, dressed only in shorts and T-shirt. It was late afternoon, the first day of the new school year, and Jennifer was imagining herself in the bright purple and gold uniform of the Roosevelt Jr. High Bobcats. The school district had started a new girl's soccer league and Jennifer, more out of curiosity than anything else, had gone to the try-outs. She had done well and thought she had a good shot at making the 'A' team but that's not what had her so excited. From the moment she first faced off with the coach, ball cradled between her feet, Jennifer knew she had found something very special. It was totally unexpected (as most good things in life are), but Jennifer had finally found a way to express her boundless athleticism. Soccer was a challenge, both mental and physical, and it suited her to a 'T'. What's more, for the first time in her life she could run and jump and yell (and murder a soccer ball) and no one would tease her about being a tomboy. She could be as fierce a competitor as any guy and no one would question it.

She turned sideways to the mirror, admiring her body. Strong young legs, perfect for running and kicking, ascended to her flat stomach. Higher up were the small, firm mounds of her breasts, the hard nipples poking at the thin fabric of her T-shirt. She was starting to understand why, after every love-making session, Trisha would spend so much time caressing and touching her. Jennifer had always seen her body as an athlete would, Trisha saw her body as a lover would; now Jennifer realized she was really both. Sex and soccer. Yeah, she thought to herself, its going to be *quite* a school year.

"Hey sis," Mark's voice drifted down the hallway, "Trisha's calling." Jennifer quickly slipped into her high tops and bounded out the bedroom door, giving the doorjamb a playful slap on the way out. Man -- she felt good! Mark sat on the couch, face buried in a book as he held one arm out to her, phone dangling. She could hardly wait to tell Trisha.

"Hey Trish, you'll never guess."

Silence.

"Trisha?"

"Get - over - here - now." Trisha's voice was jagged, on the verge of crying.

"Wha...What's the--"

"NOW!" Trisha yelled. Jennifer threw the handset at the receiver and bolted out the door.

Trisha, face tear stained and eyes bloodshot, met Jennifer in the foyer of her house. "My dad got canned," she said flatly.

"Huh?" Jennifer replied. Now, in addition to being scared half out of her wits, she was totally confused. "Uh, OK...I'm sorry..." Gradually it dawned on Trisha that she wasn't making sense. Trisha tried again, this time from the beginning:

"When I got home from school today, daddy was waiting for me. He said he'd had a meeting with the new owners." Jennifer remembered Trisha telling her something about the place where her dad worked being bought out, but at the time, she hadn't paid much attention. Trisha continued. "These...these buttholes told him they were closing down the local office. They fired my dad then told him he could re-apply for his old job back at the old headquarters if...if," Trisha's voice choked, "...if he was willing to move."

"Oh shit," Jennifer breathed. She closed her eyes, knowing what was coming.

"Jenny, we're moving back to L. A."

"No," Jennifer said. She was numb with shock. Trisha took her by the hand and led her into the house, silently walking her across the living room to the couch.

"No," Jennifer repeated, her voice pleading, "you CAN'T be -- not when I love you so."

"As if that makes a difference to them," Trisha replied bitterly. She collapsed onto the couch, dragging Jennifer down with her, then burying her face into Jennifer's hair, burst into tears. Jennifer, dimly realizing that her job now was to comfort Trisha, enveloped her lover in her arms and slowly, gently rocked her back and forth.

Gradually Jennifer's shock turned to dull, unfocused anger. Trisha -- her best friend, her solemate, her love -- was hurting and it was because of what *others* had done; people she didn't know or have any control over. "It's not fair!" she cried to herself. For the first time in her life, Jennifer had come face to face with the hardness of the adult world, and it hurt. Silently she cursed: Trisha's parents, adults in general, and she was about to start in on the supreme being itself when Trisha's mom strode into the room.

"Trisha, that's quite enough. Jennifer, I think you had better be go..."

She stopped. Jennifer was staring directly at her, dark eyes wide and piercing. They were not the eyes of a upset thirteen-year old. In the brief seconds that it had taken Trisha's mom to speak, Jennifer's anger had turned to a deep, permanent resolve. She decided that from then on she would no longer subject herself to the will of adults *just* because they were adults. When Jennifer spoke every word was calm, clear, and shot thru with rods of case hardened steel.

"Mrs. Collins, please go. Your daughter and I would like some privacy."

Trisha's mom took a final look at Jennifer's face, then turned and walked out of the room. "Tha-thank you," Trisha sobbed quietly into Jennifer's chest. (Later, Jennifer would mark this event -- the defiance of Trisha's mom -- as the beginning of her long, painful journey thru adolescence and into adulthood. But that's another story.)

It took a while, but Trisha's sobs gradually reduced themselves to occasional sniffles and quick catch breaths. Jennifer took Trisha's head in her hands and gave her a gentle kiss, on the lips, tasting the salt of her tears.

"Feel a little better now?" Jennifer forced a smile into her voice.

"A little. Thanks for...being here." Jennifer nodded, took a deep breath, then judging that Trisha was calm enough to respond without bursting into tears again, asked her when they were moving.

"Real soon -- this weekend I think." Trisha replied, still sniffling. "Dad says we're flying to my Aunt Mays on Sunday. He wants to get me back into my old school then start looking for an apartment. Moms gonna stay behind to sell the house. Yeah, my love -- they got everything arranged." Again, the bitterness crept into Trisha's voice.

"You're coming over Saturday, right?" Jennifer said. It was a statement, not a question. Trisha nodded, nuzzling Jennifer's face. "I'll be there. Cuddle some more?"

They remained on the couch, comforting one another with hugs and quiet girl talk for the better part of an hour until Trisha's mom called her daughter to dinner. Jennifer noted with sour satisfaction that Mrs. Collins made the announcement from the kitchen. Trisha walked her to the door, and for a while, they just stood there; Trisha leaning in the open door way as Jennifer played with a button on the front of Trisha's shirt. There wasn't much else to say and the thing that Jennifer really wanted to do -- give Trisha a deep, long kiss -- seemed out of place in front of the neighbors. No, she thought, that will have to wait. Jennifer said her good-bye then turned to leave when Trisha took her by the shoulders.

"Jenny, can I ask something of you? Don't say yes until you've heard it."

"OK, I'm listening," Jennifer replied.

"About Saturday night. Would it be okay with you if I -- I invited Mark to bed with us? For real this time."

For a second, Jennifer stared blankly, then her jaw literally dropped.

"Trisha??!"

"Don't be mad at me, please," Trisha pleaded, "I can't explain right now. I just want you both."

"Oh jeez," Jennifer stammered, "I'm not mad at you, I just never thought you'd really..." Trisha put a finger to Jennifer's lips, hushing her.

"Just ask him, OK? I'll talk to you tomorrow at school." With that Trisha closed the door, leaving Jennifer to stare at a pair of intricately carved wood panels.

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Later that evening, sitting cross-legged on the bed facing Mark, Jennifer told her brother of Trisha's parting comment. He was just as incredulous.

"But she doesn't even LIKE guys!" he protested.

"Mark, I don't think it's like that at all." Jennifer replied. She thought back to the afternoon in the rec-room and the other (not so subtle) hints Trisha had been dropping. "I think she is unsure of herself with a boy, and maybe a little scared for some reason, I don't know. But she likes the idea of, well, having a guy put his thing inside her. And I know for a fact she likes *you* a whole lot."

"When did you know this?!" Mark demanded.

"Well, I wasn't sure until now, but I kinda suspected it all along."

"Oh Jesus, Jenny, NOW you tell me!" Mark unwrapped his arms from his sister and buried his face in his hands. Slowly he shook his head and uttered an animal-like cry of pain, exasperation, anger, and utter frustration.

"Jenny, do you have any -- ANY -- idea of what I've been going through? Do you know what it's like spending every weekend lying here listening to you two fuck your brains out and thinking I'd never have a chance with her because she's a lezzie!?! Not to mention the fact she's *your* girlfriend. And now you tell me she wants ME! I DON'T FUCKING BELIEVE IT!!! AAAAAUUUGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!"

For the second time that day, Jennifer was dumbstruck; her brother's outburst had caught her completely off guard and all she could do was stare at him in open-jawed amazement. Mark finished his guttural cry and for a second the two kids sat in stunned silence. Mark wasn't really mad at his sister (it was just the shock and surprise at what Jennifer had told him) and when Jennifer's face dissolved into anguish he realized what he had said and how she had taken it.

"Oh Jenn, I shouldn't have yelled. Are you all right?"

"Nooooo," Jennifer's voice cracked, "I'm not. Trisha's leaving and...and...OH DAMn!" Mark -- hold meeeeeeee..." At last Jennifer wept, and the tears were hard and bitter.

Much later, as she lay quiet in her brothers embrace, Mark asked if sharing Trisha would be hard for her. Jennifer took her time before answering. "No, not with you," she said finally. "I mean, you're a pretty neat guy and all and, well --" Jennifer took a big gulp, "-sometimes I want to do it with you too, even if you are my brother." Inside herself, Jennifer winced. She really hadn't meant to add the last part, but in her upset and emotion it came anyway, without conscious thought.

"Oh." Mark paused. "Jenny, I --"

"Shhhh," she hushed her brother. "No more. I shouldn't have said anything. I'm going to my room and we can talk about it later, OK?" Gently she removed her brothers arms from around her and slid off the bed, leaving Mark to sit and stare off into the distance. That night they slept in separate beds -- Jennifer with a lump in her chest where her heart was and Mark with very confusing and erotic thoughts of his sister and Trisha.

-------- Saturday Night --------

"Well, what *did* your mom say?" Jennifer asked, full of curiosity. Trisha tossed her long, blond hair back over her head and laughed. "Absolutely nothing! I mean, between YOUR dad calling and asking that I be allowed to come over and MY dad agreeing there wasn't much she could say, was there?"

Trisha and Jennifer sat in the middle of Jennifer's bedroom floor, on top of a pile of sleeping bags and blankets pulled from the bed. Jennifer, dressed in her favorite night shirt and panties, had her legs sprawled out in front of her while Trisha sat cross-legged between them. Trisha wore *her* favorite night shirt also, but she was bare underneath. She had shucked her panties earlier; the crotch being so soaked with her juices that they were uncomfortable. Oh well, she thought, I bet Jenny is the same way. She was.

For both the girls and Mark it had been a very, very long week. Besides the pain of leaving, Trisha had been in constant turmoil over her decision to tell Jennifer of her desire for Mark. She did not want anything to come between her and Jennifer, not when she needed her lover so badly, and it was only after a long talk with Jennifer Friday after school that Jennifer convinced her that everything was okay. Mark, scared that he would say or do something that would make Trisha change her mind (not that Trisha had any intention of doing so), became very quiet. At school he hardly spoke to Trisha at all. It was only that very evening, sitting on the couch watching TV with Trisha, that Mark was finally able to convince himself that it all was true.

As for Jennifer, she had spent the late night hours that week waiting, wondering and fantasizing. She was not jealous of Mark, nor did she love Trisha any less. In fact, the thought of Mark's lean, hard body on top of Trisha, his cock deep inside the precious cunny she knew so well, was as powerful and erotic a turn-on as she could imagine. It was as if, thru her brother, she could make her sexual union with Trisha complete. Jennifer was also turned on, and a little scared, about what would happen if she and Mark ended up with Trisha together. Jennifer had caught the look in Mark's eyes when earlier she confessed of her thoughts about him. There was surprise, and something else she could not name. It took a while but she finally figured it out. Relief. As in: 'at least I'm not the only one'. Jennifer knew that if she and her brother ended up in the same bed together, naked and willing and with Trisha as a catalyst, there would be no stopping them.

"So, what did your brother say when you told him?" Trisha asked.

Now it was Jennifer's turn to laugh. "He couldn't believe it." She told Trisha of the scene in his bedroom. "I think Mark has a thing for you. I mean, it's more than just the sex part -- he truly likes you." Trisha mulled Jennifer's comments over for a bit.

"You know, you're really lucky having a brother and all. Especially one like him." Trisha smiled. "You love him, don't you?"

"Of course -- he's my brother." Jennifer answered, puzzled. She searched Trisha's face, looking for clues as to what she was up to. Sometimes Trisha could be so indirect...

Trisha slowly unfolded her legs and got to her knees, then took Jennifer's hand and helped Jennifer to hers. This position, kneeling before each other, was the signal to begin undressing and Jennifer automatically reached for Trisha's night shirt. Trisha intercepted her hand.

"Wait." Trisha hesitated before continuing. "Mark told me something today. About how you feel about him. Is it true?"

Jennifer stared into the light blue eyes of her best and deepest friend. She had never told Trisha of her desire for her brother -she thought her secret too weird, too unnatural -- but she could not lie, could not deny it. Having Trisha's speak her desire made it more real, somehow. She nodded her head yes, unable to speak.

"Jennifer?"

"Yes," she answered, her voice a whisper.

"Pretend I'm Mark." With that Trisha leaned over and kissed her.

For Jennifer, the arousal was instant and overwhelming. She threw her arms around Trisha's body, dragging her to the blankets, then Trisha rolled on top and plunged her tongue into Jennifer's mouth. Frantically Jennifer tugged at Trisha's night shirt, pulling it up her back. Trisha broke the kiss long enough for Jennifer to jerk it over her head, then Trisha was again soul-kissing her as Jennifer struggled to free Trisha's arms from the tangles. They were both wild, almost out of control. "Oh God," Jennifer moaned into Trisha's mouth, "slow down, please!" Gradually Trisha softened the kiss and Jennifer rolled them both onto their sides. Trisha finally unglued her mouth from Jennifer's and dropped her head to the pillow.

"Trish --" Jennifer panted, "how...why...I'm so turned on!"

"Me toooooo." Trisha's eyes were wide and round, "Don't stop..."

Jennifer rolled Trisha onto her back and began a slow descent to her cunny. She licked the hollow of Trisha's neck, just as Trisha taught her, then very lightly trailed her mouth across Trisha's chest; her tongue a soft, wet-footed butterfly alighting upon Trisha's nipples. Jennifer lapped one ridged spike as she ran her open palm across the other, then the butterfly turned to hot wetness as Jennifer took the whole of Trisha's budding mound into her mouth. Trisha arched her back, offering Jennifer as much of her breast as she could take. Jennifer's hand left the other nipple and did slow circles down Trisha's stomach, past her naval, coming to rest atop the soft fur crowning her pubis. Trisha spread her legs and Jennifer's hand completed its journey, slipping between Trisha's thighs to cover her damp pussy. Slowly Jennifer worked a finger between the parting lips; touching Trisha's clit, probing the entrance to her vagina, stroking Trisha the length of her moist slit. Trisha was almost overwhelmed by the twin sensations of Jennifer's soft sucking and gentle fingering. She moaned, hips bucking towards Jennifer's hand, and when Jennifer's mouth finally left her nipples to roam down her stomach, Trisha whimpered in anticipation. Ever so slowly Jennifer slid down Trisha's body, lips tracing the soft flesh till she lay between Trisha's spread-eagle form, mouth poised above her cunny. Jennifer carefully spread the pudgy, young-teen lips, paused briefly to blow warm air across her clit and mound, then stuck her tongue deep into Trisha's moist labia. With a gasp, Trisha drove her hips forward, burying Jennifer's face in the apex of her crotch. Madly Jennifer tongued Trisha's pussy; rimming her vagina, darting her tongue in and out of the wet inner folds, flicking her tongue across the swollen ridge of Trisha's clit until Trisha finally climaxed -cumming hard, cumming long, in waves that wouldn't stop. Trisha bucked wildly, her whole body shaking as Jennifer clamped her mouth around Trisha's pussy and sucked, riding Trisha to one orgasm after another. It seemed to take forever for the climaxes and aftershocks to cease. When they did Jennifer gave Trisha's vulva a final wet, loving kiss then slowly she crawled up Trisha's body, resting her chin on Trisha's chest. Trisha lay staring at the ceiling, panting to catch her breath.

"Good?" Jennifer smiled.

"Gawd, YES!" Trisha exclaimed in wonder, "It just kept going -thought it would never stop."

"Mmmmmm," Jennifer sighed, "that's neat when that happens." Trisha giggled and Jennifer smiled, recalling pleasant memories of Trisha doing the same for her. With long, lazy caresses she trailed her fingers across Trisha's chest then down her sides. "Want some more?" she inquired.

"Sure...yeah!" Trisha replied. Jennifer, not bothering to wait for Trisha's response, was already half way down Trisha's body when she felt the hand on the top of her head.

"Wait --" Trisha whispered, "come around here. I wanna lick you some too."

They didn't try sixty-nine very often, for Jennifer it was a bit awkward, but tonight was special and Jennifer didn't have to be asked twice. Scrambling to her knees, she lifted her nightshirt off and flung it aside, then Trisha rose onto one elbow and together they pulled Jennifer's sodden panties down over her hips. Both girls stopped, in a trance, staring at the cleft in Jennifer's hairless mons -- it glistened with moisture in the pale white light from a street lamp outside the window. "It's so beautiful," Trisha whispered in awe.

"God, I am *so* wet," Jennifer whispered back as she pulled her panties the rest of the way off and tumbled down next to Trisha. Quickly she scooted around to face Trisha's feet then, climbing over Trisha's prone body, lowered her bare cunny to the waiting mouth of her lover.

Their oral-lovemaking was unhurried and gentle. Trisha caressed the folds of Jennifer's cunny with her tongue while Jennifer contentedly lapped and sucked Trisha's clit and pussy lips; both girls savoring the special taste and smell of their young, girlish sex. "You taste so good...so sweet," Trisha mumbled into Jennifer's cunny at one point. Jennifer grinned then dropped her head lower, slurping Trisha's tangy juices as she tongued the entrance to Trisha's vagina. Trisha had the same idea; slowly she licked her way up Jennifer's inverted slit till her face pressed against the cheeks of Jennifer's bottom. Jennifer moaned softly as Trisha's tongue probed her cuntal opening. It was so tight! "Wait..." Jennifer groaned impatiently, then lifting her body off of Trisha's, reached back and grabbed her own cunny. Trisha watched, utterly fascinated as Jennifer slowly sank her middle finger into her pussy, wiggled it around, then withdrew. "OK, now you do it." Jennifer whispered. Trisha hesitated, then slipped two fingers into Jennifer's wet tunnel. "Yeah -- do it!" Jennifer coaxed in a voice drunk with passion -and moments later Jennifer was rewarded with the feel of Trisha's soft-stiff tongue entering her vagina. "Ooohhhhh YES," Jennifer groaned, "I wanted this!" She could no longer concentrate on licking Trisha, instead she leaned her forehead on Trisha's mons and let her partners slow, sensuous tongue-fucking drive her towards climax. When Trisha began fingering her clit, it was all over. Jennifer buried her mouth in the wet folds of her lovers pussy and screamed, every muscle in her young, athletic body clenched in orgasm. She came in waves; long, powerful swells that shook her to the very core. Trisha, gripping the cheeks of Jennifer's bottom tightly, held her tongue inside Jennifer's vagina and didn't withdraw it until Jennifer's body started to relax. As the orgasm faded, Jennifer felt Trisha's tongue slipping out of her; she raised her head and howled. Then, with her remaining strength, she crawled around to face Trisha. "I love you," she said, then collapsed; face buried in the hollow of Trisha's neck.

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"Jenny?" Trisha inquired softly.

"Mmmmmm," She was drifting, half asleep, her legs and arms still entwined with Trisha's.

"Mark's here."

Earlier that evening the girls had approached Mark with a request for some time alone with each other first, and after a few half-hearted protests he agreed. He was going to wait for the light in his father's bedroom to go out, but after hearing his sister's orgasmic howl (screw it, he thought, dad's *gotta* know what's going on) he decided enough was enough and padded down the hall to their room. Now he sat at the foot of Jennifer's blanket, staring in wide eyed wonder at his sister and her lover. In the dim light their bodies merged; two torsos wrapped together, arms and legs lost in the dark shadows. As Mark watched the shapes slowly separated and one became two again as Jennifer disentangled herself from Trisha and rolled over.

"Mark?" Jennifer said softly.

"Yes?"

"Thanks. Thanks for waiting, I mean."

"It's okay," he replied. "I, uh, hope you enjoyed yourselves."

"Yes, Mark, we did," she answered dryly. Trisha giggled.

Mark took his sister by the hand, interlocking fingers as was their ritual, and helped her sit up. Trisha propped herself up on her elbows and for a few moments the three kids stared at one another, Mark glancing back and forth from his sister's small, firm tits to the tuft of blond hair covering Trisha's pubis. At first, Trisha was a bit uncomfortable with Mark's open stare, but Mark's complete, childlike fascination with her body was evident and she soon relaxed. In fact, Trisha found herself rather enjoying the attention. It was the first time a boy had ever seen her completely naked and she realized, quite suddenly, that for the time being she was in control. She spread her legs wider and Mark sucked a quick breath.

"It looks so neat -- and wet!" His remark was so genuine, so absolutely innocent that Trisha broke into open laughter. Jennifer joined her and even Mark, when he realized what he had said, smiled at himself.

"OK, loverboy," Trisha chuckled, gently teasing him, "you saw mine, now show us yours."

Mark scrambled to his feet, then crossing his arms in front of his body, grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head. For a second or two he held his arms high and it was the girls turn to suck air. Mark's stomach was hard and flat; complete with a thin line of dark hair running from the top of his jeans to just below his naval. Trisha could barely make out his ribs, covered as they were with a sheet of velvety muscle, and even with his arms above his head, Mark's pecs' were clearly defined. With a flick of his wrist he tossed the T-shirt aside then dropped his arms, his large hands cupped gracefully by his side. Slowly Mark unsnapped his jeans, one button at a time, then holding the fly open pushed them down his legs. When he straightened up again the bulge in his underwear was clearly visible.

"Mmmmmmm," Trisha said softly, "Nice."

Hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his briefs he worked them over his hips; performing an impromptu strip-tease for the girls until the head of his penis got hung up on the waistband. He reached into his underpants and pulled the ridged shaft close to his body, then with his other hand pulled the Jockeys away and let them fall to his feet. Finally, stepping out of his now discarded pants and underwear, Mark dropped the hand covering his member and revealed himself in all his stiff-cocked, fourteen-year old glory.

Trisha was absolutely transfixed. Unlike his sister, Mark was well into puberty. A dense patch of pubic hair surrounded the base of his cock while a finer moss covered the loose sack of his testicles. His dick was maybe 6 inches long, but to Trisha's eyes (accustomed as she was to thinking in terms of fingers) it looked enormous. Mark slowly sank to his knees. Trisha didn't speak or move, she just kept her eyes glued to Mark as he took his cock into his hand and began jacking the shaft. Jennifer's voice broke the silence.

"I think I'll, uh, go outside or something."

Jennifer started to get up but Trisha, her eyes never leaving Mark's body, grabbed her by the hand and jerked her back to the blankets.

"Oooffffff -- Hey!"

"You're staying put." The tone of her voice left no doubt Trisha was very serious. "Mark," she continued, finally removing her gaze from his crotch, "wait a second, I wanna talk to your sister."

Jennifer opened her mouth to protest, but after taking a good look at Trisha's face, swiftly closed it. Trisha was aroused all right -her shallow, quick breathing and flowering cunny left no doubt about that -but Trisha was also worried, or frightened, or both. She leaned over and whispered in Jennifer's ear, "Jenny, please stay here. This isn't easy for me."

Jennifer didn't know what to do. She had never seen Trisha act this way -- if anything it was Trisha who was the adventuresome one, the one with the secret, whispered ideas for late night loving. She reached for Trisha and gently stroked her cheek, trying to put her questions into touch. Trisha looked down, away from Jennifer's steady gaze.

"What's wrong?" Jennifer kept her voice low so Mark wouldn't overhear. Trisha did not reply.

Jennifer sighed, trying to hide her exasperation. "Trish, come on -out with it."

"Alright." Trisha replied slowly. "But you two gotta promise -and I mean REALLY promise -- that what I say doesn't get around. Not to my folks, not to your dad, not anybody." Brother and sister nodded. Trisha turned to Jennifer.

"Remember I told you about my first girlfriend, Nicole? Well, she had this older brother. I can't even remember his name now, all I know is that he turned out to be a real...whatever. He was always bossing Nicole around, yelling at her all the time, but he was really nice to me. Treated me like a real grown up person and not some dumb kid."

"You're not dumb, Trisha." Jennifer interjected.

"Ohhhh...I was then." Trisha replied, shaking her head. "Anyway -one day I came looking for her and when she didn't answer the door I went out back to the pool and he was there. Sunning himself. He said Nicole wasn't home, but I was welcome to stick around, so we started talking and splashing around in the pool -- just, you know, having a good time -- and then he asked me if I wanted to 'do some stuff' with him. I don't think he knew about Nicole and I. Like I said, he was always real sweet to me and...I was kinda curious, you know." Trisha stopped, glanced sideways at Jennifer as if asking her permission to continue.

"Go on," she said softly.

"We did 'some stuff' then I let him...let him put his hand down my pants. He tried...with his fingers...Oh Jenny, he hurt me! And he wouldn't stop, not until I told him I would scream." Trisha's voice was edged in pain and again Jennifer reached for her, this time to embrace her, but Trisha pushed her away. "No, let me finish!" Trisha implored. She took a ragged, deep breath, composing herself. "Then he got real mad and frustrated and I got outa there as fast as I could. I was really scared and angry at him and pissed off at myself -- like I had done something to cause it. I know it's not true, but that's what I thought!" She stopped, and when she continued again her voice was very soft and far away. "I never told Nicole, never told anybody until now." There was a long and uncomfortable silence.

"Oh jeez, I never knew," Mark whispered, clearly stunned.

"What an asshole," was Jennifer's response.

"Sorry, guys," Trisha said, glancing now at Mark, "I didn't mean to bum everyone out. But Mark, when I saw you naked and...hard like that it all came back. I still wanna, you know, do it with you, but you just gotta take it slow and easy with me, okay?" Solemnly, Mark nodded yes, then turned to his sister, as if waiting for her to make the first move. Jennifer, lost in her own thoughts, did not respond.

"Well, are you two just gonna sit there?" Trisha finally asked.

Jennifer scooted behind Trisha and put her arms around her, pressing her breasts against Trisha's back. Whatever happened that evening, Jennifer was going to stay with her love. Mark knelt before the pair and took Trisha's hands in his, guiding them to his chest. With Jennifer's support, Trisha began to relax a little and explore Mark's body. She ran her fingers over Mark's ribs, feeling each one in turn, then with an open hand traced the contours of his stomach and chest. When she rubbed his nipples, Mark shuddered in pleasure. Leaning forward a bit, she reached around behind Mark and ran her hands down his back, finger tips tracing the ridge of his spine. Mark sat very still as Trisha played with his ass, softly caressing and squeezing the firm cheeks. Mark finally took her hands again and led them around to his lap to his testicles. "Be easy now..." he cautioned as Trisha cupped them in her palm. She hefted their weight, rolling the twin gonads between her fingers. Trisha knew how sensitive a guys balls were; the fact that Mark trusted her enough to let her play with his both calmed and, strangely enough, aroused her even more. She fondled Mark's sack for a while then her hands started roaming again; this time thru the thick pubic hair to the base of his cock. Taking a deep breath in anticipation she closed her fingers around Mark's manhood. It was like holding a warm iron bar encased in velvet. "Is this right?" she exhaled, and Mark nodded.

Putting his hand around Trisha's, he guided her fist up and down the shaft. "Like this..." he whispered, "...put your thumb...here...yeah...that's right, you got it." She leaned her forehead against Mark's chest, and with long, slow strokes, masturbated him. Every time Trisha brushed the head of Mark's cock he jumped and let out a small moan; Trisha liked this, liked to hear Mark's excitement. She started milking the pre-cum from his cock; soon her palm was smeared with the thick juice. Slowly straightening up to look at Mark, Trisha brought her fingers to her lips and tasted.

"It's salty!" she said in surprise.

Mark nodded and smiled. "Yeah, I know. Do you mind it?" he asked. Trisha thought for a moment. "It's OK. It's not like pussy though." She grinned, and behind her Jennifer blushed furiously.

"Do you want to, uh....um -- suck it?" Mark whispered, looking at her expectantly. Trisha, after a moments hesitation, nodded assent. "Give me some room," she said over her shoulder to Jennifer, and as Jennifer scrambled out of the way, Trisha stretched out on her stomach, resting her arms across Marks legs with his cock directly in front of her face. Trisha didn't know quite where to start, she didn't want to just stick the whole thing into her mouth at once, so she did what came naturally; she licked. "Yeah.....feels gooooooood," Mark sighed as Trisha ran her tongue up and down the hard shaft, covering it with saliva. She scooted up a little further and licked some more, this time swirling her tongue around the head, licking it clean. Mark was REALLY moaning now, urging Trisha to suck. His hands were at the back of her head, but Trisha shook them off; she was not going to be forced. Once more she eyed Mark's cock from above, it's sightless hole staring back at her. She paused, then lowered her head and took the glands into her mouth. For a moment she remained poised, holding his cock-head between her lips, then with a slow, deliberate thrust opened wide and filled her mouth with Mark's sweet, hard meat. It was GOOD: powerfully, deeply satisfying. She was in complete control, giving Mark pleasure, holding his very manhood between her teeth. She took as much of Mark as she could; not stopping until his cock was against the back of her throat. She backed off a bit, then slowly started bobbing her head up and down, feeling every ridge and vein as they slid past her lips.

"Oh, God...you look so sexy!" It was Jennifer; she had crawled beside Trisha and now, totally mesmerized, watched her brother's cock glide in and out of her lover's mouth. Trisha grinned (or at least tried to -- she was pretty stuffed) then brushed her hair out of the way so Jennifer could get a better look. She gave Mark a few more head bobs then raised her face. Mark's wet dick popped out of her mouth and slapped against his belly. Trisha rolled over.

"OK," she said, purring softly. "My turn."

For Jennifer, the sight of Trisha giving Mark head was it; any remaining modesty, any remaining shyness about letting her brother watch was simply blown away. She crawled between Trisha's legs and flopped down on her stomach. Trisha, feeling Jennifer's head between her thighs, moaned in sweet delight, and while Mark began his hurried and passionate exploration of Trisha's body, Jennifer closed her eyes and concentrated on loving Trisha. Nothing existed for Jennifer except the strong, musky taste of girl sex and feel of Trisha's wet vulva against her mouth. This time their oral embrace seemed to last forever and she was deep into Trisha's cunny, wiggling her tongue into Trisha's vagina when she felt her brother's hands in her hair. She opened her eyes.

"Can I try?" Mark asked softly. His head rested on Trisha's stomach, face inches from hers. Slowly Jennifer removed her tongue from Trisha's pussy, then raising her head, rested her chin on Trisha's mons. Mark's face was a blur, and as she closed her eyes again Mark kissed her.

Sheets of lightning shot down Jennifer's body and exploded between her legs. "Oh God!" she thought, "I'm gonna DIE!!" She grabbed Mark's hand and they clasped fingers, tightly, grinding their palms together in imitation of what she wanted their bodies to be doing. Mark's other hand was at the back of her head, holding her mouth tight to his and she rubbed her face against Mark's, smearing cunt juices and saliva all over his chin. Mark's tongue touched her lips and more lightning hit her. Jennifer shook with want; pure, lust-want for her brother. She moaned and clenched and thrashed about, and when Mark finally loosened his grip on the back of her head, she slipped from his grasp and rolled over, legs spread.

"Sweet Jesus," he whispered hoarsely. Jennifer was on her back staring up at him, her eyes wide and round. He looked at her in disbelief; the shear intimacy of what they had done finally starting to register. He knelt on all fours, at right angles to Trisha's body, listening to his sisters low, guttural moaning. Trisha took his arm.

"Mark," she said softly, "tend to your sister. I'll wait."

For a long while nobody moved, nobody said anything. Jennifer finally rolled away from the pair and sat up, then wobbled to her feet and stumbled over to the window.

Jennifer was shaken, her body and mind reeling. She wanted her brother so much, wanted to feel his cock inside her, yet now she realized -- with a clarity beyond question -- that it was wrong. Not in the way others would call it wrong, but nevertheless wrong. It would change the relationship between her and Mark forever. She could no longer curl up to him in the evenings without them both thinking of sex. She would no longer feel comfortable telling him of her dreams, thoughts and desires. To have sex with him meant risking something as dear and as precious to her as Trisha's love was. Would Mark know that; would he understand? She waited by the window, head bowed as one might wait for a final judgment. He came up behind and put his arms around her.

"Turn around," he said softly.

Jennifer did a slow pirouette in his arms, putting her head against his chest. Mark smelled of sex -- sweat, cunt juices, male musk -and between that and his hard, muscular body she trembled with want. Jennifer wrapped her arms around her brother, holding on to him for support as her knees grew weak.

"I'm scared," Jennifer whispered.

"I know," Mark answered. Jennifer looked up into his dark, calm eyes. "He knows?" she thought. "Oh, please let it be so..."

"Mark, I love you. After watching you and Trish I want you so bad my whole body aches. But I'm scared, scared of...of losing you. Of losing a brother. If we do it, if we become, you know, lovers, can you still be a brother to me?"

Mark did not reply. Jennifer continued to gaze at him, wishing desperately she could read his mind. She waited. Mark took a deep breath then exhaled slowly thru pursed lips.

"No, I can't."

It was simple and direct and, at that moment, Jennifer never loved him more. Mark understood. The rest was anti-climactic.

"Everything would change between us, right?" Jennifer asked.

"Yeah." Mark replied, "Do you want that?"

"No." Jennifer answered. Mark nodded in acknowledgement and Jennifer's body went slack. She realized now how tense she had been; later Trisha would find the claw marks on his back where she had been clutching. They held each other in silence; Mark running a hand thru her hair, Jennifer leaning her head against Mark's chest and listening to his heart beat.

"Can we still, uh, kiss and touch each other -- at least for tonight?" Mark asked.

"OK. Yeah, I would like that." Jennifer replied. "You can, like, help Trisha make me cum. But no more than that, big brother."

Together they walked back to the blankets and knelt on either side of Trisha, Jennifer blowing a huge sigh of relief as her knees settled next to Trisha's head. Trisha had gotten the gist of their conversation; now she waited impatiently for Mark. Mark was also tired of waiting; he had been erect for so long it was starting to hurt. He gave Trisha a few quick caresses, then with little fanfare, started climbing over Trisha's body.

"Oh no, loverboy," Trisha said, stiff-arming him, "*I'm* on top." She pushed Mark onto his back then rolled over and swiftly straddled his waist, her pussy coming to rest directly atop his erection. Mark groaned. Trisha leaned over and with a soft laugh brushed her long hair over his face. She was like some big cat, playing with her prey. Mark shoved her back and for a moment they locked arms in a play wrestle.

"Trish," he panted, "why do you always call me 'loverboy'?"

"'Cause -- I want to." She answered, grinning and breathing heavy.

"Suppose I get you pregnant?"

That stopped the wrestling. Mark had wanted to ask Trisha earlier, but things happened so fast after he arrived that he didn't have the chance. Now, when he very badly needed to get her attention, the question had popped into his head again.

Trisha was still leaning over Mark, hair dangling in his face, but her playful grin was gone. She dropped her head to his chest. "You can't," she said. "I, uh, haven't...you know...started having my period yet." Her voice was low and soft and she sounded terribly embarrassed.

"That's nothin' to be ashamed about." Mark said.

"It's just...real personal, that's all." Then she added, "You wouldn't understand."

"Trisha, look at me." Marks voice was soft but firm, and underneath was hurt and sadness and maybe a little anger. Slowly Trisha raised her head. "I'm about to fuc...make love to you. That's pretty personal, isn't it? Look, Trish, I'll do whatever you say, but I am not a plaything. This means a lot to me too."

Trisha stared into the eyes of Jennifer's brother, then dropped her head again. She realized Mark was right; in her desire to keep control, to make herself safe she had put him down, forgotten that he was as much a part of this as Jennifer was. She wanted to tell him she understood his hurt but she did not trust her voice. Her head remained bowed until Mark placed his hands on either side of her face. "Alright -- it's okay," he said, then he guided her mouth to his and kissed her, full on the lips. Trisha slowly collapsed, laying herself on top of Mark's body. Mark began to move his hips.

At first it was hard for Mark to get the motion right; his cock kept sliding down Trisha's moist slit or up into the cheeks of her bottom. He moaned in frustration. "Here -- let me," Trisha grunted as she reached behind her to guide Mark's cock towards her vagina. Once more he thrust and this time connected; his cock head now pressed firmly against Trisha's tight opening. Trisha froze, her breathing shallow and fast. Mark stared intently into Trisha's face. "Be gentle with me..." she whispered, nodding her head yes.

With slow, inexorable progress, Mark entered Trisha's body. Gently but steadily he pushed; first wedging his cock head into Trisha's tight entrance then ever so slowly opening her up. He groaned, he strained, Trisha pushed back and the head finally popped past the opening. Trisha gasped, lost in a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Oh God, it feels so BIG!" she moaned.

"'Cause you're so dammed TIGHT!" Mark groaned back in response.

They stopped for a moment, Trisha resting her chin against Mark's chest. Mark ran his hands thru Trisha's hair, brushing it from her face, staring into the eyes of his sister's lover. Trisha sat up a little, supporting herself on her hands. "C'mon, babe," she whispered, "keep a-pushin'". She was smiling again, half drunk on sex and the feel of Mark's warm shaft inside her. Her pussy was relaxing, the natural juices really starting to flow, and when Mark started moving again he quickly filled her young vagina, burying himself to the hilt. "Oh MAN, this feels good," Trisha moaned as she ground her clit against Mark's thick pubic mat. They were locked together, wet sex to wet sex, Trisha trying to shove Mark deeper. He dropped his hips to the blankets then plunged into her again. "Fuck meeeeeeee!" Trisha wailed, throwing her head back in ecstasy. Mark, finally getting the rhythm, pistoned his teenage cock in and out of her body.

All the while Jennifer had been kneeling next to Mark's head and when Trisha threw her head back Jennifer bent over and covered Trisha's mouth with her own, stifling any further cries. They kissed; wet and sloppy and with lots of tongue. For Jennifer it was as if she were fucking Trisha as well. Her hands were everywhere; tugging at Trisha's swollen nipples, caressing her back, sliding down her stomach. "Oh Jenny!" Trisha gasped when she realized what Jennifer was up to. Jennifer cupped her mons and with rapid, feathery strokes fingered her clit. With her pussy full of Mark's cock and her mouth full of Jennifer's tongue, the added sensation was too much. Ripping her mouth from Jennifer's, Trisha collapsed onto Mark's body and came.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH...YES! YES! YES! OH YES! OH YES! OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH YES!"

Mark, desperately gripping Trisha's writhing body, could not believe the shear intensity of Trisha's orgasm. Trisha clawed at his shoulders, then bit his chest, then seconds later he joined Trisha in climax. "I'm CUUUUUUMMMMMMING..." Mark yelled as the semen spilled from his cock. Hot wetness spread throughout Trisha's cunny and she shuddered as a second, quick orgasm shot thru her. Mark kept pumping his hips and squirting and Trisha, riding Mark's bucking pelvis, thought he would never stop. He finally did, but not before burying himself deep into Trisha's vagina as he emptied the last of his seed into her drenched pussy. When he finished he had just enough strength left to wrap his arms around Trisha's limp body and roll them both onto their sides. Jennifer fell down next to Trisha and threw her arms over the pair, holding them both as tight as she could. Thus they remained; Trisha cradled between the two, softly repeating Mark's name over and over.

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After Mark and Trisha recovered, there was little talk. The girls would occasionally reach across and fondle one another, but mostly they lay quiet in the afterglow; Trisha wedged in between Mark's hard body and Jennifer's softness.

"Sooooo good," Trisha finally broke the silence. "To have both of you..." She smiled at Jennifer. "That was my favorite fantasy, you know."

"I know." Jennifer replied, "It was mine also."

"Mine, too," Mark added with a grin.

When the laughter died down, Trisha asked Jennifer if there was anything she could do for her. Jennifer closed her eyes. "Ummmm...do you have enough left to make me come once more?"

"Yeah, sure. Mouth or hand?"

"Oh, a little of both I guess. Save your mouth for last though."

With lots of touching and rubbing of bodies, Jennifer and Trisha exchanged places. "Let Trish do the work," Jennifer murmured as she settled in next to her brother, "but when I come, I wanna feel your body all over me, got it?"

They took turns with her. Mark was hesitant and a bit shy at first, but as he watched Trisha and Jennifer exchange passion filled soul-kisses he understood. With gentle hands he cupped his sisters breasts, pulling at the stiff nipples with thumb and forefinger while Trisha slithered down Jennifer's body to lick her firm cones. Jennifer groaned, lolling her head back and forth as Mark scooted up her body to replace Trisha. For a few crazy seconds, brother and sister stared at each other, then Jennifer grabbed Mark's head and mashed his mouth over hers. Trisha, watching Mark's cheeks concave around his sisters tongue, realized what Jennifer must have felt like when watching her suck Mark's cock.

"Jeez, it *is* sexy," Trisha whispered. Mark broke the kiss long enough to turn and give her a lopsided grin. Jennifer, totally lost in the moment, groaned louder.

Trisha's hand finally made its way to Jennifer's bare cunny, but she had barely touched Jennifer's clit when Jennifer arched her back and came; a small, silent orgasm that caught everyone off guard. "Some more -- please?" Jennifer asked after she caught her breath. Trisha and Mark exchanged glances, then while Trisha slid down Jennifer's body to kneel between her legs, Mark very carefully lay his body across his sister's. With broad, long strokes of her tongue, Trisha lapped Jennifer's pussy, tasting one last time the sweet juices of her lover's cunny. Mark caught the scream in his mouth and then Jennifer, exhausted and completely sated, fell asleep in her brother's arms.

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It was the warm September morning sun on her face and Trisha's soft voice that finally woke her.

"Damn! -- I wish he wouldn't do that."

Slowly and very stiffly Jennifer rolled over and opened her eyes. Trisha sat up on her elbows, staring at the pillow that lay between her and Jennifer. All that remained of Mark's presence was a depression where his head once lay.

"G'Morning," Jennifer managed.

"Good morning, my love," Trisha replied, still staring at the pillow. "Do you suppose this is just Mark or a general trait of all males?" Trisha laughed softly and Jennifer guessed that she wasn't *too* put out with her brother.

"So, how do you feel?"

Trisha thru her head back and purred. "Ohhhhh...wonderful... happy...loved..." she paused, looking down at her matted pubic hair "...a little sore." She grinned. "After you zonked off we, uh, did it again. A couple of times -- kinda wore each other out." Trisha's voice trailed into silence, her thoughts a million miles away.

"Any regrets?" Jennifer asked.

"No." Trisha shook her head, "You?"

"No."

"Are you and Mark ever gonna, you know, make it with each other?"

"No." That answer was final. For a long while Trisha was silent.

"C'mon," she sighed at last, "lets get cleaned up."

For a final time, they showered together, then dressed and headed down the hall to the kitchen. Mark was munching his way thru a bowl of cereal; he stopped eating long enough to exchange a shy smile with his sister. For Trisha, it was rather awkward and she refused to join them for breakfast, saying she had to be getting home. When Mark finished, he grabbed his bike helmet and back pack and disappeared, leaving Jennifer to wander around the now silent house.

Trisha's leaving was finally beginning to sink in and Jennifer spent most of the morning sitting quietly on the living room couch thinking, recalling and remembering Scenes from the night before. Their very first sleepover. That crazy afternoon when she walked in on Trisha. Laying in Trisha's arms one morning as the gray light of dawn came thru the bedroom window; exhausted yet exhilarated after a night of non-stop lovemaking. The first time they met. The images cascaded together in sweet, hazy impressions of love and sex and she vowed that whatever happened, she would not forget.

It was mid afternoon before Mark arrived back home. He marched in the front door, hot and sweaty, the bike helmet dangling in one hand, and from his look of exhaustion Jennifer knew he had been doing some hard riding.

"Where ya been?" Jennifer asked.

"Out and around," was his only reply. He flopped on the couch and draped one arm around his sister's shoulder. Jennifer leaned her head on Mark's and that's how their dad found them an hour later: triangled together, dozing.

"Hey, you two," he said with a bemused smile, shaking them awake, "Trisha would like to say good-bye to you both before she leaves."

Mark and Jennifer stumbled outside, eyes blinking in the bright afternoon sun, and crossed the yard to Trisha's house. Trisha stood in the driveway, casually leaning against her parents car, arms folded. Trisha's dad was busy throwing suitcases into the trunk and urging Trisha to hurry up while Trisha's mom sat silently in the drivers seat, her face a mask of non-emotion. Trisha slowly unfolded her arms and stepped forward.

The two girls stood face to face, as close as they could without touching. Later there would be tears, Jennifer was sure of that, but for now her emotions were spent. She suspected that it was the same for Trisha; for the first time that week she looked calm and at peace with herself. "It's strange," Jennifer thought, "I do my crying after she leaves, Trisha does hers before..." and then she noticed Trisha's face. She was grinning, her eyes full of little girl naughtiness.

"You wanna shock the hell out of my mom?" Trisha asked. Her voice was casual but the wicked little grin remained.

It took Jennifer a moment, but she figured it out. Returning Trisha's smile with an even bigger one, she raised her head and opened her mouth. She stood waiting -- eyes closed, face turned to the warm afternoon sun -- and then Trisha's lips were on hers. The kiss wasn't held long and Trisha didn't try and swap tongues as she was so wont to do, but, for Jennifer anyway, it was perfect -- and the muted choking sound from Trisha's mom made it even more so.

Trisha turned to Mark and for a few seconds they exchanged small, knowing smiles.

"You take good care of your sis, understand?" she said, "And yourself, too, OK?" Trisha paused, then mouthed a silent, "Thank you, Mark."

"You're welcome," Mark replied, then, looking at his sister, raised his arm.

Palm extended. Fingers apart.

No words were spoken. Jennifer nodded yes and Trisha, very carefully, interlaced fingers with Mark. They held, then broke. Trisha turned and walked back to the car, opened the door and climbed in. Almost before her bottom hit the seat, Mrs. Collins gunned the car down the driveway. Jennifer, squinting against the late afternoon glare, watched silently as the car rolled down the street, then with a glint of sunlight off the back window, it turned the corner and was gone.

Epilog

Jennifer was right, she cried buckets of tears into her brothers arms that evening, then two nights later at the dinner table she started weeping and couldn't stop. It was embarrassing and painful, but it was the release she needed. She curled up on the couch and bawled, and when no more tears came, she slept. Later that evening, much calmer after her catharsis, she sat with her father and they talked. Words replaced tears as Jennifer explained to him how she had fallen deeply in love with her best friend -- hinting where she could at how sexual their relationship really was. He nodded and smiled when appropriate, but mostly he just listened. He never questioned that his daughter was genuinely in love, and when he finally got around to asking the inevitable, Jennifer was as honest with him as she could be.

"You wanna know if I'm, like, a lesbian, right?"

"Yes, I have been wondering."

"Well, I'm not sure. How's that?" Jennifer smiled weakly.

"Uh -- not sure?" He sounded dubious.

"Yes." Jennifer replied, "Look dad, it's just not that simple for me. I'm still turned on by guys -- okay -- and I wanna, you know, have sex with a guy. Someday. But for right now, I'm in love with Trisha. I don't know why -- I just am." She paused, thinking. "Maybe I'm...what's the word..."

"Bisexual?" her dad offered.

"Yeah, bisexual."

"Whatever." He sighed deeply, shaking his head. "This is going to take a bit of getting use to. You know, I have -- or rather had -- a lecture for you on the evils of sex. I, uh, guess it's a little late for that." He grinned, teasing her and Jennifer smiled back. "Seriously," he continued, "If you are sexually active now we really do need to have a talk -- both you and Mark. He's not a kid anymore."

"Dad?"

"Yes, darling."

"Don't worry too much. I'll be OK."

Jennifer and her dad stayed up to watch the 11 o'clock news, then with a promise to continue their discussion tomorrow, she headed down the hall to her room. She stopped by Mark's room to say goodnight, but he was fast asleep, laying fully dressed on top of the bed. "What the heck," she shrugged, then walked over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Goodnight," she whispered softly.

"Trish..." Mark mumbled.

Jennifer sadly smiled. "Things are tough all over," she thought. Climbing onto the bed, she caressed the side of his face until he relaxed, then curling up next to her brother, Jennifer drifted off to sleep.

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I'd like to thank my wife; both for her understanding and patience with me while I spent many a long night at the keyboard - and also for her considerable editorial help ("Steve, that sentence is so long I can't finish it in one breath -rewrite it!") Thank you darling. Until next time.....

Regards, S.P.