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Subject: {ASSM} STORY: The Force, COMPLETE - (mf, mff, ff, mc, inc, oral, anal)
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The Force	(mf, mff, ff, mc, inc, oral, anal)

by Dorsai


Copyright (c) 2001 - Dorsai


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The Force


I was thirteen years old when it happened.

I was in the theater, watching Star Wars, and got completely tripped out 
during that scene where old Obi-Wan and Luke got pulled over by the 
Imperial Trooper. Obi-Wan waved his hand and the gonzo in the Styrofoam 
bodysuit completely forgot what was happening.

The other thing that got me going - maybe not as much, but still - was 
those slick light sabers; those things were simply too cool, by half. I 
wanted one. REAL bad.

After I saw the movie about a dozen times, I finally got started on the 
idea of how something like "the force" could work, and what the hell 
those light sabers could be. I started trying to read up on anything I 
could find that might have anything to do with it. Initial progress was 
pretty good, but when I exhausted the readily available stuff, things 
slowed down - a LOT.

Hypnotism I picked up pretty quick, learning self-hypnosis easily. It 
helped me in school by making it easier for me to study and stay calm 
during tests, but didn't do much to let me control others. But hypnotism 
led me off to meditation - which helped my concentration - then yoga 
(which I passed off as a way to avoid injuries on the baseball and 
basketball teams - I was secure in my place as a good, but not great, 
player on both teams). There were a limited number of subjects that 
dealt directly with the mind, so I found myself trying to learn what I 
could of how the mind WORKED. The only noticeable benefit from that was 
a distinct improvement in my grades: when you start trying to learn 
college-level biochemistry, physics, medicine, neurology, and all that 
kind of stuff, you can't help but show improvement in the latter stages 
of middle school. Since all my studying and reading was having a benefit 
on my grades, my folks were content to leave me alone, for the most 
part. At first, my younger sister - Holly - delighted in harassing me 
about it, but when it didn't do her any good, and our parents didn't 
fuss about what I was doing, she soon gave up.

Along with trying to learn how something like Obi-Wan's mind control gig 
worked, I also got thinking about what a light saber was, and how it 
could work - and that got me going in electronics and physics. I'm not 
all that smart, but a lot of this stuff seemed to 'click' with me, and I 
didn't have that much trouble with it - I mean, both subjects had very 
distinct, very clear 'rules' that they operated by, and once I learned 
those rules, it all pretty much fell into place. Hell, a lot of it was 
pretty interesting, and I found myself spending more and more time 
learning about EEGs (electroencephalograms), biofeedback, and stuff like 
that, and less and less on 'the force'.

By the time I got to high school, I had a pretty elaborate electronics 
setup in the basement - test equipment, parts, tools, and the whole 
thing. I had part-time jobs with a couple of electronics places in town 
that kept me in parts and books, plus a little spending money. I wasn't 
getting rich, by a long shot, but I didn't have to worry too much about 
going to a movie or anything, either. I wasn't exactly a nerd, by virtue 
of being involved in sports, but I wasn't a jock, because I had an 
interest in this other stuff, too. The net effect was that I had a few 
close friends - some of the less nerdy brains, and some of the smarter 
athletes.

The other thing that happened was that my sister, two years younger than 
I was, started to blossom; then get interested in boys, and going out 
with her friends. Her almost constant need for money, and my need of 
test subjects, kind of brought us together - more often that she liked, 
and not as often as I wanted. The deal was that when I needed a test 
subject (mapping brain waves, for example) AND she was hard up enough to 
want the money from me, she would agree to be wired up for an hour or 
so. I'd get the data I needed, and she'd get the money she wanted. Our 
folks worried about it at first, but when nobody got hurt (something I 
was *meticulous* about), and since both of us seemed reasonably content 
with the transactions, let it go. The testing wasn't difficult - I'd 
simply paste a number of electrodes to her head, and record the patterns 
of voltages of her brain waves when I had her think about certain 
subjects, or how she responded to certain words.

Toward the middle of high school, I'd been able to map brain activity of 
a number of different people - my sister, of course, along with a few of 
my friends, a couple of Holly's friends that were more adventurous and 
tolerant, my folks (only a couple times each, in their desire to make 
sure I wasn't hurting anyone), and myself.

I was fiddling around with using my computer to overlay the mappings of 
the different scans I'd done when I suddenly realized that there was a 
LOT of correlation between what happened in different parts of the 
brain, and what the person was thinking - and that the more concentrated 
they were on something, the stronger the signals that their brain put 
out. The patterns of signals weren't exactly the same, but certainly 
close - kind of like the way cars travel down a multi-lane highway: no 
two of them took EXACTLY the same route, but still within a reasonable 
range of variation.

With that discovery and realization, I started making the effort to find 
out if there was any way to influence how the mind worked. And that got 
me back to the subjects of hypnosis, biofeedback, and all the rest. 
After a lot of designing, testing, and re-designing, I was finally able 
to come up with a 'helmet' of sorts that fit over my head, and measured 
the brain activity at certain points that I'd settled on as being 
important. By using the 'helmet', I was able to gradually develop my 
mental muscles - in only a few months, I was generating _much_ stronger 
signals than anyone else that I'd been able to test, and could do it 
quickly and easily. But I still couldn't do anything to influence other 
people, on the few occasions that I tried.

But I found that I was able to influence Holly, through the use of the 
helmet: as an experiment, I tried using it to impress the desired 
signals on her, rather than simply using it to measure. Initially, I 
simply tried using it as a transmitter of sorts, to see if I could 
'block' the patterns that she developed: when asking her to think of 
something, I'd apply the voltages for something else, and see how she 
reacted - usually by getting a confused, troubled look on her face, as 
though she couldn't _quite_ get her mind to focus on what I'd asked her. 
 From there, it wasn't long before I was actively asking her what the 
problem was, and hearing her tell me that all she could think of was 
whatever pattern I was applying to the helmet.


But there was still the problem of exercising that kind of control 
WITHOUT the helmet, and I simply couldn't get past that point.

At least, not until I happened to read a couple of VERY different books 
that, together, led me to a different way of thinking.

The first was a mystical type book - The Third Eye - written by a 
Tuesday Lobsang Rampa, supposedly a Tibetan that had been able to 
transfer his spirit from one body to another; the other a science 
fiction book, The Space Swimmers, by Gordon R. Dickson. In it, the lead 
character was able to develop a mental construct of the problems he 
faced, and find solutions using it - as part of a group of people that 
had a very much heightened sense of awareness of where they were, what 
was around them, and so on.

It seemed to me that both of these books pointed toward the same general 
thing: that there *was* a fundamental 'force' or 'being' that ran 
through all things, and that it *was* possible to become aware of that 
force.

So back I went to my self-hypnosis, and biofeedback, and meditation, and 
all the rest of the stuff that I'd started out with - but this time, 
with the addition of some technology.

Wearing my helmet, I'd put myself into a hypnotic state, and then try to 
watch the output on my test equipment to see what changes happened as I 
tried different things. I quickly realized that trying to directly go 
after something was about as productive as trying to nail jelly to a 
tree - it simply wasn't going to happen. Something like having someone 
walk up to you and telling you NOT to think of a polar bear - first 
thing you do is visualize the damn bear.

What I had to learn to do was to kind of 'ease up' on things - not 
approach them directly, but at an angle, sort of spiral in on them. Once 
I learned that technique, it didn't take long for me to refine it, so 
that rather than spending minutes getting to where I wanted to go, I 
could do it in a matter of just a few seconds. Goofy as it sounds, if 
you've ever read the description of how to fly in the Hitchhikers Guide 
series by Douglas Adams, it was like that - only inside my mind. With 
the ability to move around established, the next step was to start 
picking my destinations, and then what to do when I got there.

I was in my 'lab', as the family called it, one evening, and had gotten 
myself into a free-floating, not-being frame of mind when I started 
easing toward the idea of seeing if I could 'feel' things around me - 
and found out that I could. Living, organic things were easiest - bugs, 
people, wooden desks, anything that was, or had been, alive was easy to 
'sense'. Inorganic stuff - steel, electronics, carpet - was harder, but 
could still be sensed, if in a different way.

The process of developing the ability to sense things was long, but not 
difficult - it seemed that each time I did it, my 'range' improved, 
until I could sense everything for hundreds of yards around me. And as 
my ability to do that improved, it overflowed into my 'real' life - like 
on the basketball court, I *knew* when someone was behind me, and who it 
was, and could act accordingly. I still couldn't shoot too well, but was 
a hell of a passer to the people that COULD hit the hoop.

 From the sensing of what was around me, it didn't take me long to 
develop a 'feel' for the way things interconnected, and what would 
happen if something changed - a kind of sensing of a 'force' that 
actually connected everything, and flowed through it. With that, my 
athletics improved - I KNEW that if I threw the basketball with a 
certain amount of force in a certain way, it would hit nothing but net; 
I KNEW that if I waited to throw a baseball a second later, it would get 
to the second baseman in time for him to tag out the runner coming from 
first,  but still let the other player head for third - only to be 
trapped into a rundown.

It was when I started trying to draw on that force, that 
interconnection, that I thought I'd die.

I'd put on my helmet in my lab, and was working on trying to draw on the 
energy that I could sense. I could 'feel' it getting close, but couldn't 
quite get it to happen - until I decided to simply open myself to it. 
When I did that, it felt like a combination of having my body turn to 
helium, I felt so light, and the pressure in my skull jump to about 
50,000 psi. I passed out.

When I woke up, I had one HELL of a headache, and every muscle in my 
body felt like it had been boiled for use as spaghetti - soft, limp, and 
weak. All I could do was lay there, gasping, as I tried to sort out what 
the hell had happened. 

When I was finally able to get myself back together, I started looking 
at the electronic records of what had happened - and found that it could 
only be described as the mental equivalent of electronic positive 
feedback. In essence, the outside energy that I'd tapped into had fed 
back on what I already had and amplified it, letting in more of the 
outside energy, amplifying what I already had inside, letting in more, 
and so on. To this day, I'm both amazed and thankful that I didn't burn 
out some mental circuit.


It was a few days before I dared try it again - and even then with no 
small trepidation. But I had to *know*.

So I hooked myself up again, but this time, rather than simply opening 
myself up to all the energy, I visualized a small spigot, and opened 
*it*, instead.

And it worked.

Even as I could _feel_ the energy entering me, and my mind, I could see 
the readouts on my test equipment showing that I was generating far and 
above the normal levels of brain wave activity. So much so, in fact, 
that I soon overloaded the machine, and it simply refused to display 
anything other than error messages.

With that successful experiment, I went on to develop my newfound skills 
and abilities, and in just a matter of a few weeks, had reached the 
point where I could 'tap into' it easily, and with a minimum of effort. 
I even tried experimenting in front of my family, and none of them ever 
seemed to notice what I was doing.

 From there, it was a short hop to finding out if I could apply what I'd 
learned to people.

My sister's very best friend, Diane, stopped by late one afternoon. She 
got there a little before Holly usually got home, and she sat in the 
family room with me, watching TV until Holly arrived. Since I wasn't a 
pain in the ass kind of brother, I was okay to sit with - for a little 
while, anyway.

As we sat there, I realized that Diane wasn't bad looking. In fact, she 
looked pretty damn good: straight dark hair to the middle of her back, 
brown eyes, clear complexion, full lips, breasts about the size of half-
softballs. When she got up once, to get herself a drink of water, I also 
saw that she had an uncommonly fine ass - tight and firm, that flowed 
*very* nicely into her long, smooth legs.

When she sat down again, I got the idea of seeing if I couldn't draw on 
The Force, as I'd taken to calling it, and use it to get her to do 
something. In just a few seconds, I'd not only visualized the spigot 
that I drew from; but also visualized the brain waves helmet I used over 
her head, to help me concentrate on what control points I needed to use.

Thinking back over all the data I'd collected, I brought up the pattern 
for an itch (I'd seen it often enough), and started to project it toward 
her. After a few moments, I could see her starting to get mildly 
uncomfortable, and realized that an itching sensation without a specific 
spot was pretty useless. Shifting the pattern slightly, I had it seem to 
be on the inside of her left thigh - and sure as hell, she absently 
scratched at it.

Okay, maybe a coincidence. So I changed over to a sensation of cold, and 
moved it to her breasts - and promptly saw her nipples harden under her 
blouse as she shivered slightly.

I removed the cold sensation, and saw that her nipples gradually 
disappeared. One final test.

"Diane?"

She turned to look at me, and I asked "Could you do me a favor, and 
bring me a Coke?", I asked. Normally, she'd just look at me before 
telling me to get it myself, but I projected the pattern for contentment 
at her. 

After a second, she smiled, and said "Sure, I guess I could do that.", 
and got up, heading for the kitchen. It worked! I could actually use The 
Force, the way old Obi-Wan did!

When she came back, I was careful to keep my face impassive, and when 
she handed the Coke to me, thanked her before she sat down again.

A while later, Holly got home, and the two of them went up to her room 
for whatever they were up to. It didn't matter to me - I was busy 
thinking about the possibilities for what I'd just confirmed.

I have to admit that there was a LOT of temptation to just do as I damn 
well pleased - but a couple of things kept me from it.

First, I still wasn't sure just what I could actually get away with. 
Sure, I could control people to some extent, but it wasn't like they 
were zombies, or anything. And besides, I LIVED here - people knew who I 
was, and where I lived, and who my folks were, and all that kind of 
stuff. Granted, I wasn't likely to be found out - but why risk it?

Second, I _really_ didn't have any desire to draw attention to myself, 
or what I could do. I mean, this was the late 70's, right? There were 
all these stories about stuff the government was doing, and the idea of 
guys in suits showing up and hauling my ass off to prison, or to just 
'disappear', REALLY didn't appeal to me. Paranoia? Sure. Justified? You 
tell me - I've never pushed it too hard, and never gotten busted.

Anyway, with the discovery that I could manipulate people that way, I 
was off and running. I'd 'scan' people to see what they were thinking 
and feeling, and the more I did it, the better I got at it. It wasn't 
like I could actually read their minds kind of thing. For people that I 
didn't know very well, it was more of a vague impression of what they 
were feeling in general - kind of like being able to read their 
expression, only more so. With people that I *did* know, I could go so 
far as to be able to get inside their skin, sort of, and experience some 
of what they were: seeing, tasting, and so on. At the very best, all I 
could do was get the general drift of what they were thinking, since 
people think more in images than actual words. Nor could I actually 
force them, or take over their minds. It was more like I could 'steer' 
the way they thought, guiding them toward what I wanted.

I'd try impressing sensations and thought patterns on people; gently at 
first, simply trying to bias them toward one thing or another, then as 
my skill developed, almost bending them to my will. I never outright 
'took over' anyone; instead, I chose to implant reasons and 
justifications for them to do what I wanted, and used those to make the 
desired adjustments. Interestingly, when they thought it was their own 
idea, the changes I made to people seemed to be more effective and last 
longer.

I was just past 16 when I got to this point, and chock full of hormones 
and lust - and that made girls my favorite targets. I knew that I could 
have any girl I wanted, but didn't want to raise too high of a profile; 
so I contented myself with the 'average' girls at school. Not the 
cheerleaders or popular girls, but the ones most folks never really 
noticed; it didn't take me long to lose my virginity to one of them. 
Whoever I went out with, I'd carefully scan them to see if they were 
more interested in a good time, or were inclined toward something 
'more'. Whichever the case, I'd meet their desires; and as I found out 
later, it didn't take long for me to develop a reputation as someone 
that was 'nice' to go out with - for whatever reason. For the ones that 
just wanted to have fun, they always went home happy, thanks to my 
ability to read what they wanted, and give it to them. Those that were 
more available went home pleasantly satisfied after I impressed one or 
two orgasms on them along the way to my own pleasure.

Even as I kept myself occupied with the girls at school, I didn't 
neglect my two favorite subjects: my sister Holly, and her friend Diane. 
Even two years younger than I was, both of them were knockouts, and I 
delighted in being able to watch, and manipulate, them. With Holly 
around most of the time, it didn't take me long to get her 'trained': I 
could readily scan her, and whenever she had a question or problem, 
gently insert the thought that I was her older brother, and could maybe 
help out. Each time it happened, she was that much happier with me, and 
more willing to seek me out the next time. Along the way, I started 
calling her 'Pumpkin', as a left-handed compliment about the color of 
her hair. I also gradually relaxed her toward the idea of letting me see 
her in progressively more exposed states of dress (or should that be 
undress?). Dark red slightly curly hair (Dad teased Mom about it for 
years - neither of them had any known family with red hair), fair 
complexion (but not the white-with-freckles that so many redheads have), 
deep green eyes, and slender - but not thin - frame, she was always a 
cutie. But when she started to sprout parts, well, she just went from 
cute to cuter: medium-sized breasts, trim waist, and _very_ nicely 
curved hips and ass.

It was a gradual process, so our folks didn't notice it - particularly 
since the clothing part of it really only applied when they weren't 
home, anyway. It also slid by Diane - except for the fact that as my 
sister's best friend, she would be privy to Holly's thoughts about me, 
and would be there to see that Holly was patently unconcerned about 
letting me see her in just a bra and panties, for example - after all, 
no more was showing than if she was wearing a bikini swimsuit, right? Of 
course, I was always careful not to take any special notice of those 
situations - other than to scan Diane, and increase her acceptance of me 
as a benign presence that only took notice of them as required. It 
didn't take long before Diane was perfectly comfortable matching Holly's 
state of (un)dress, and making my life at home *ever* so much more 
interesting and pleasant.

It was the summer between my Sophomore and Junior years - I'd turn 17 
that summer -  that it finally really hit me that I was just as willing 
to jump my sister's bones as I was Diane's - and I began working to make 
it happen.

In the back yard, we had an above-ground pool, with a nice deck on three 
sides of it. I was on a chaise, under the claim I needed some sun - but 
the goal, of course, was to watch Holly and Diane frolicking in their 
as-small-as-they-could-get-away-with bikinis. The jiggling and bouncing 
and tight, wet suits did wonders for my libido, and it didn't take long 
before I had to 'sun my back' - that is, hide my erection from them so 
they wouldn't know I was watching.

A bit later, they decided that some sun was called for, and moved to lie 
in a couple of chaises on the other side of the 'horseshoe' from me. As 
they settled in, I scanned them, and carefully went about making sure 
they noticed how warm the sun was, and how sensual it felt. In short 
order, both were feeling mildly aroused by it, and I went on to direct 
each of them to really notice the other - how their nipples were 
slightly erect, the smooth skin, the curves of breasts and thighs and 
asses, and so on. With them aware of each other, I went on to plant the 
idea in each of them that the other was attractive - with a slight hint 
of sexuality added. To my surprise, both of them accepted the idea 
without any fuss.

Over the next half hour or so, I gently and carefully increased the 
overt sexuality of their thoughts about each other, so that they would 
accept it more easily - Holly was quite accepting of it, with Diane 
being only slightly less so. Scanning them almost continuously, I knew 
that both of them were definitely feeling aroused, and more than a 
little wet inside at the thoughts I was bringing into their minds.

After a while, I carefully got up, and headed into the house, "for a 
nap" as I told them. Once up in my room - which overlooked the pool - I 
carefully opened a window a crack, so I could hear when they started 
talking, and started inserting images into their minds again. It wasn't 
long before Holly sat up and asked Diane to put some oil on her - and 
when Diane agreed, reached behind herself to untie her bikini top, then 
drop it to the side.

"What are you *doing*?!", Diane demanded.

"I don't want any tan lines."

"But what if Mike comes back out here?"

"Pooh. When he takes a nap, he's good for *at least* an hour, usually 
more. Besides, if he sees me, so what? It's not like he's going to DO 
anything. Anyway, it might be kind of fun to see his reaction!", my 
sister giggled.

Diane got a wicked grin, and followed Holly's example, removing her 
bikini top and dropping it next to the chaise she was on. With both of 
them in the sun, it was easy to see how they looked. Holly's breasts 
weren't as large as Diane's, but still a nice size, generally conical, 
and capped with small, rosy-pink areolas and smallish nipples. Firm, 
they didn't sag at all, and hardly jiggled when she moved - and barely 
even changed shape when she bent over to pick up the suntan oil next to 
her chaise.

Diane's breasts, though larger, were more rounded, so they didn't seem 
to stick out as much - clearly, they were just as firm as Holly's. They 
were tipped with dark areolas and fair-sized nipples which were plainly 
erect. As early in the summer as it was, both of them still had faint 
tan lines - Diane's more obvious than Holly's; and somehow, more erotic 
for the contrast.

Handing the bottle to Diane, Holly turned away so that Diane could apply 
the oil to her back. I quickly directed Diane to do it slowly, and enjoy 
the feel of my sister's skin under her hand - and saw her nipples erect 
even more as she did. While she was busy, I moved into Holly's mind, and 
found that she was enjoying Diane's touch. To that, I added a little 
more pleasure, and some arousal, so that by the time Diane finished, 
Holly's nipples were clearly hard, too.

At my 'suggestion', Holly turned around, and asked "Do my front, too?" - 
surprising Diane, and, with my help, pleasing her. Another squirt of 
oil, and Diane had her hands all over my sister's breasts, feeling their 
weight and firmness, sizing them with her hands, running her palms and 
thumbs over her nipples (which hardened even more in response, something 
that delighted her), and enjoying the feel of Holly's skin under her 
hands.

Diane continued to rub the oil into Holly's skin well past the point 
necessary for simply 'helping out'. Only when Holly said "Want me to do 
you, too?" - Diane easily understood the double meaning - did Diane 
stop, and after only the briefest pause, hand the oil to Holly.

Holly made no pretense that she was 'just' applying suntan oil - she 
went straight to Diane's breasts, without a word, cupping them and 
holding them in the palms of her hands, running her fingers and palms 
and thumbs over the nipples, and even squeezing them gently.

As Holly ran out of oil, and both of them started to pant slightly, she 
moved closer to Diane, so that their faces were just a few inches apart. 
She finally ended her attentions to Diane's breasts, and with a look 
into Diane's eyes, moved in to kiss her softly on the lips. The kiss 
lasted only a few seconds, and when it broke, they looked deeply into 
each other's eyes for several long seconds - before Diane moved forward 
to kiss her, in return. Their second kiss lasted longer, and as it 
progressed, both of them reached a hand up to cup the other's breast, 
and run a thumb over its nipple. I reached out to read Diane, and found 
that she was not only excited by the kiss, but wanting more from it; I 
carefully guided her to open her lips, and touch my sister's lips with 
her tongue - and felt her surprise and pleasure when Holly returned her 
overtures. It wasn't long before the two of them were engaged in a 
fierce, if friendly and passionate, tongue duel as they caressed each 
other's breasts, then bodies.

Only when Holly, under my direction, laid a hand on her thigh did Diane 
break the kiss, saying "That... that was really...something. I think I'd 
better take a dip to cool off, before the, uh, sun gets to me" before 
standing up and moving over to jump into the pool. Holly watched her for 
a few seconds before getting up to join her; the two of them quickly let 
the event drop into the background as they went back to splashing each 
other as they played in the pool for a while before getting back out to 
lay in the sun again - this time, without any offers or requests for 
help with suntan oil.

I took my nap, and woke up about an hour or so later. I reached out to 
them, and had them remember their willingness to tease me by finding out 
what my reaction would be to finding them both topless on the pool deck. 
That done, I went downstairs and made a little noise, so they'd know 
that I was up from my nap, before grabbing a Coke and heading back out 
to the pool. I scanned them as I approached, and found that both of them 
were eagerly waiting to see me freak out (Holly) or lose control 
(Diane).

I surprised both of them by pausing by where they were laying, and when 
they looked up at me, simply said "Nice tits" before continuing on my 
way to set my Coke next to a chaise, then jumping into the pool for a 
couple of (fairly short) laps. As I swam, I probed them, and found that 
both of them were disappointed that I didn't have the 
anticipated/desired reaction, pleased at my comment, and wondering what 
the hell to do next in response. I planted an idea in Holly's mind, and 
she quickly huddled with Diane to discuss it - and a minute later, both 
of them jumped into the pool with me, still topless.

Diane got behind me, and swam underwater to my legs as Holly moved in to 
try and push me off-balance with Diane's help. Of course, it was my 
idea, so it didn't work as well as they wanted, and they tried again, 
and again. Before long, we were playing in the pool, trying to dunk each 
other in ever-changing two-on-one attacks. Along the way, there was 
plenty of grabbing and touching, and both of them had more than one feel 
of my semi-erect penis through my trunks, just as I had more than a few 
passing feels of their breasts against me, and even in my hands. As long 
as we were 'playing', none of us made any big deal of it; but my scans 
of them found that both of them were well aware of my situation, and 
appreciative of it. They were just as pleased by my 'innocent' contact 
with them, and slightly aroused by it.

I finally let them dunk me, and with a protest that I was getting tired, 
I got out of the pool. I was careful to stand in profile as I dried 
myself off, so that they could see that I was almost completely erect 
from our play. As I sat down and put my sunglasses on, they whispered 
with each other, and then casually got out of the pool to take their own 
seats opposite me, on the edge of the pool - where I could not only see 
their breasts, but the way their wet suits molded to the curves of their 
asses, and pubic areas. Both had a distinct line where their cleft was, 
and the way the suits fit, I could tell that both had nice growths of 
pubic hair - Holly's being slightly larger.

The pool was toward the side of the house where the garage was, and we 
could all hear as my folks got home from a small shopping expedition. 
Both girls quickly moved to put their tops back on, and with them 
securely in place, looked at me as though begging me not to say anything 
to Mom and Dad.

Mom came out into the back yard, and after a Look at Holly's suit - Mom 
was more tolerant of it than Dad, but even SHE thought it was a bit 
small - asked me "Is everything okay, Mike?"

I assured her it was, and she asked if there had been any trouble; 
again, I assured her that everything was fine - to the girl's obvious 
relief. She started to ask me something else, but the phone rang, and 
she went in to answer it. Diane and Holly both looked over at me, and 
smiled their appreciation of my covering for them before lying down on 
their chaises again.

Several minutes later, Mom and Dad came out to the pool, looking 
troubled. I sat up when I saw them, and when the girls saw me move, 
looked at them, too, and sat up just as quickly.

With our attention on them, Dad told us that the phone call had been our 
Aunt Paula who'd called to tell them that our Uncle Jack had been hurt 
on their farm, and was going in for emergency surgery. Both Holly and I 
liked Paula and Jack, and immediately asked if he would be okay. Mom 
looked at Dad, then told us that Jack was expected to be out of the 
hospital the next day, but that he wouldn't be able to work the farm for 
several days. Then Dad told us that he and Mom were going to go to Paula 
and help her out while Jack was out of commission. Holly and I looked at 
each other, and asked when we were going. Mom told us that it was just 
them that were going - that Holly and I were to stay home and take care 
of the place, since there wasn't any way to make arrangements for all of 
us to be gone on such short notice. Both of us protested, but Dad 
quickly cut us short, telling us that that was the way it was going to 
be - and thanking us for wanting to help. Then he told us that he and 
Mom were going to be hitting the road within the hour, and that they 
were leaving us some money and one of their credit cards - strictly for 
emergencies! - to keep us in food and such while they were gone. They 
also assured us that they'd call us every so often to let us know how 
things were going.

Holly started to cry a little then, and Diane moved over to hold her, 
and comfort her; Mom and Dad saw it, and told her that she was welcome 
to stay with us, if she wanted to, for a couple of days to keep Holly 
company. Diane nodded at that, but most of her attention was on Holly.

When they headed back inside, I followed them at Dad's gesture, and as 
they packed, they gave me the 'house rules' for while they were gone - 
along with $300 and Dad's credit card. The house rules were pretty 
simple: 1> no parties, 2> Diane could stay for as long as she wanted, as 
long as her parents okayed it, 3> no PARTIES, 4> Holly was explicitly 
prohibited from swimming anyplace but home - neither Mom nor Dad trusted 
her to wear a 'decent' suit anywhere else without their checking it, 5> 
NO parties, 6> I was in charge, AND RESPONSIBLE: if they got home and 
found out that I'd abused my authority, I was dead meat; Holly and Diane 
would be so informed of this fact - both to encourage them to behave, 
and to fink on me if I got crazy. Oh, yeah, and rule number six: NO 
PARTIES! Sending out for pizza and such for meals was okay, as long as 
we didn't eat the same thing all the time; fast food was okayed, as 
well, but we were 'encouraged' to eat properly. At that age, Diane and I 
shared the view that the four food groups were Pizza Hut, McDonalds, 
Kentucky Fried Chicken, and Taco Bell - with Dairy Queen as a 
supplement.

By the time they finished, Holly and Diane were both back inside the 
house, waiting in the kitchen for Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad told them the 
rules, too, and Diane was a little better able to thank them for the 
invitation - despite Dad's dirty looks at Holly's choice of swimwear. 
After hugs and kisses, and a reminder where Paula and Jack's phone 
number was, and a promise to call if there were any problems, Mom and 
Dad were back in the car and on the road - leaving me, Holly, and Diane 
standing there looking at each other, wondering what to do next.

Diane finally spoke up, saying that she needed to call her folks if she 
was going to stay, then moving to the phone. Holly and I stood there, 
openly listening to her as she told her parents what had happened, and 
about the invitation. They wanted to speak to me, and when I took the 
phone, asked if it was true. I said that it was, and they quickly asked 
me to give my aunt and uncle their best wishes, and their approval for 
Diane to stay with us. As long as she and Holly had been friends, the 
two of them sleeping over with each other wasn't any big deal; the only 
thing that made this time special was the duration, and circumstances. I 
handed the phone back to Diane, and we listened as she told them she'd 
be fine - she and Holly were close enough to the same size that they 
could share clothes, and yes, she'd call them if it was going to be more 
than a couple of days.

That settled, we all decided to grab a shower to clean off from the 
pool, and get dressed. Being in charge, I got to go first, and I was 
distracted enough that I made it quick, leaving them plenty of hot water 
for their shower - which each took separately.

I was in the living room, with the TV on but not watching it, when they 
came in to join me - one on each side of me, as though for comfort. 
Diane had been with Holly up to Paula and Jack's farm, and had fallen in 
love with it, and them, so she felt worried about them just as Holly and 
I did. We sat like that for a couple of hours, just holding each other, 
before my stomach let out a loud growl. Diane asked if anyone else was 
hungry, too, and Holly finally admitted that she was too - but not in 
any mood to fix anything. Diane said she'd take care of it, for us to go 
ahead and stay there - she'd call us when it was ready. With that, she 
got up and headed into the kitchen. A few minutes later, I could smell 
the tempting aroma of the roast beef Mom had made a couple of days 
before; and a little while later, Diane told us it was ready. When Holly 
and I got to the kitchen, we saw that Diane had set the meal up in the 
breakfast nook - large enough to hold all of us, but small enough to be 
comfortable. She'd not only heated up the roast beef, but leftover 
mashed potatoes and green beans. We helped ourselves, and ate, though 
without the usual banter and appetite that accompanied our meals.

When we were done, Holly and I cleared the table as we usually did, then 
the three of us got together to do the dishes - I washed, Diane dried, 
and Holly put things away. We hadn't any more than gotten back to the 
living room when the phone rang - I beat Holly to it only by virtue of 
being standing when it rang, while she was already seated. It was Mom 
and Dad, and they let us know that they'd made it fine, and that Jack 
was out of surgery. Everything had gone fine, and he would be released 
to go home the next day; the doctors said he would be back to normal in 
a week, or so. I relayed the news to Holly and Diane, and both of them 
started crying in relief as they hugged each other. Mom and Dad said 
they would be staying with Paula and Jack for three or four days, then 
heading home; which I also relayed to the girls. Mom asked if we'd eaten 
yet, and I told her that we'd just finished the roast beef from a couple 
of nights before. She had trouble believing it, but finally accepted 
what I told her - after I described the dishes it had been in. Dad told 
us again to be careful and watch out, but that everything was fine; and 
repeating when they'd be home. I let Holly talk to him, then Mom, and 
when they were done, she hung up the phone. Turning to Diane and me, she 
said "They just said everything was going to be okay, and for us to take 
care of ourselves." - then rushed into my arms, as did Diane, the three 
of us hugging each other in relief.

When we finally separated, both of them blushed slightly, and Diane said 
"I don't know about you two, but I could go for some entertainment - 
something to brighten things up around, here, preferably."

Holly quickly agreed, as did I, and after a few minutes discussion, we 
decided to go to a recently opened video store where our family had an 
account set up, and rent a couple of movies. Along the way, we were 
going to stop by Diane's house, so she could get some clothes, and let 
her parents know that my Uncle was okay.

We could have taken my car - an old '57 Ford Fairlane that I'd worked on 
to speed it up - but I thought it would look more 'responsible' if I 
drove my mom's station wagon. We piled in, and headed for the store, 
where it didn't take us long to settle on a comedy, and to my mixed 
pleasure and surprise, a horror movie. That done, we stopped off at 
Diane's house, and as she got some clothes together, Holly told her 
parents the good news. They seemed a trifle concerned at Diane staying 
with us, and when I scanned them, found out they were a little worried 
about whether or not I was mature enough. I casually mentioned that even 
though Dad had left me his credit card, we'd paid for the movies 
ourselves, and that I'd driven us to the video store and their house in 
my Mom's car. That seemed to reassure them, and when Diane came 
downstairs with a small bag of clothes, they told us to be careful and 
stay out of trouble - but in a happy, friendly tone that let us know 
they cared, without being Parental.

We piled back into the car, and when we got home, Diane and Holly 
immediately demanded that we watch the comedy first. I was fine with 
that - that meant the horror movie would be the last thing we watched 
before we went to bed, and I *knew* how they reacted to being 
frightened.

We quickly got organized for the movie marathon: we agreed to watch it 
on the floor in front of the couch in the living room, so Holly got some 
pillows and a couple of blankets to lay on. Diane made a HUGE batch of 
buttered popcorn as I went around making sure all the doors and windows 
were locked, at their insistence, and got the TV and VCR set up.

When everything was ready, and all of us seated, I hit the play button 
on the VCR, starting some old Jerry Lewis thing that soon had us 
laughing hysterically, tears running down our faces. It probably wasn't 
really that funny, but after the emotional roller coaster of Uncle Jack, 
it was more than enough to cheer us up.

When the movie ended, all of us were laying on the floor, our sides sore 
from laughing so hard. As the VCR switched over to rewind the tape, I 
said that I was a little warm, and that I was going upstairs to change 
into something cooler; Holly and Diane both said that they were going to 
go ahead and change for bed - they didn't want to waste any time between 
when the movie ended, and when they felt nice and safe in Holly's bed. I 
said I'd probably stay up for a bit after the movie, but their idea 
sounded good - and implanted the idea in them to replay their topless 
stunt from that afternoon, as a way to tease, and test, me. As the movie 
rewound, we all headed upstairs to change. I put on a pair of cutoff 
sweats that I liked to sleep in, and headed back downstairs, where I got 
the movies changed over, and got us all another drink before dimming the 
lights for 'atmosphere'.

I was sitting in front of the couch, leaning back against it, when Holly 
and Diane came in - wearing only panties and a smile. They stood in 
front of me for a second before and Holly asked "Still think we have 
nice tits, Mike?", with a grin on her face. With that kind of 
invitation, I took my time looking them over before answering "Sure - 
but you're in front of the TV. Plant yourselves, and I'll get the movie 
started." Both of them blushed slightly, and sat down - one on each 
side, in anticipation of grabbing me during the scary parts. I started 
the VCR, and off we went.

Sure as hell, every time there was something scary happening, or 
something happened real sudden, both of them would grab an arm, and 
'hide' behind me while peeking over my shoulder to see what would happen 
next. I kept my hands to myself, but enjoyed the feel of their bodies 
pressing against me - and took advantage of the opportunity they 
presented. *I* didn't think the movie was all that scary, so I scanned 
them fairly often, and after each scary scene, I'd carefully nudge their 
fear over into arousal - interestingly, the two patterns are very 
similar in women, so it wasn't difficult to do. Before long, I could 
detect the faint, pleasant aroma of excited female from both of them; 
between it and the feel of their bodies pressing against me, I had a 
full-blown raging hard-on tenting my sweats. Fortunately, they'd pulled 
a blanket up to cover their heads with, and it was enough to conceal the 
bulge.

When the movie ended, both of them were huddled against me, shivering 
slightly from the adrenaline shots they'd gotten. I calmly announced 
that I was going to turn the lights out, and go to bed - and if they 
wanted to see where they were going on the way to Holly's room, they'd 
better get their butts moving. With considerable trepidation, they got 
up, letting the blanket fall onto my lap (thankfully), and revealing 
that both of them had erect nipples, and unless my eyes deceived me, 
damp panties. They started edging toward the stairs, and I couldn't help 
but suddenly shout as I slapped both of them on the backside - causing 
both of them to shriek in fear, and make a mad dash for Holly's room as 
though the devil himself were after them. Only when I heard them clear 
the stairs did they realize that it had been me, and Diane called down 
"Mike, you TURD! I'll get you for that!". My only reply was to laugh, 
and answer "Not if you scare THAT easy, Diane! Better get in bed before 
the Boogey Man comes and gets you!" - and reaching into their minds to 
change the last scare into physical desire.

A minute later, I heard the door to Holly's room open, then shut, and 
knew that I could get up and finish securing the house for the night 
without worrying about anyone seeing the log in my pants.

As I headed for the stairs, I got an idea, and grabbed one of the 
blankets we'd been sitting on, then reached out to Diane's mind to plant 
an idea.

After climbing the stairs, I tossed the blanket over my head and turned 
out the lights before heading down the hall. As I got close to the door 
to Holly's room, I could hear them giggling inside. When I got next to 
it, it suddenly opened up, and Diane jumped out in an effort to scare me 
- only to find the undefined shape of _something_ in front of her that 
suddenly raised it's arms(??) and *lunged* at her. She screamed, scaring 
Holly, and all but fell over herself to get back into Holly's room - 
only to hear my laughter as I made my way into my own room. As I closed 
the door behind me. I could hear her shout "You are such a TURD, 
Michael!", followed by Holly's laughter.

Once in the sanctity of my room, I lay down, then reached out to find 
that both of them were suitably buzzed from that last adrenaline rush, 
and not likely to fall asleep any time soon. Both were also aroused from 
the effects of the movie - by way of me. With them primed that way, I 
inserted the memory of their encounter that afternoon, and how it had 
affected them; both recalled it with pleasure, and I went on to insert 
the desire to not only repeat it, but to let it continue past it's 
previous point. Between the adrenaline rush they'd just gotten, and the 
fear-turned-arousal of the movie, both were quite open to the idea; so I 
went on to plant the thought of relieving themselves, and each other, of 
the tension they felt. Holly was pretty much agreeable to the idea, but 
uncertain as to Diane's willingness; when I scanned Diane, she seemed 
hesitant. Further probing revealed that the idea of intimacy with 
another girl made her worry that she was lesbian, even though she 
thought of boys, too. I carefully brought out the idea of making out 
with boys, and even having sex with them, into her mind. That 
established, it was on to help her realize that if she was thinking of 
boys first, she couldn't possibly be lesbian - lesbians didn't think of 
boys at all, that way. So, as long as she thought of boys, then anything 
she did with a girl was just 'feeling good', and nothing to worry about. 
While I was at it, I made sure that when she had a thought of making out 
or having sex with a boy, it would be ME that she thought of - and then 
did the same to Holly.

With both of them now open to the idea of intimacy with each other, I 
continued to scan them as they moved to 'go to bed', though sleep was 
the farthest thing on either's mind.

With a little effort, I found that could split my attention between 
them; the effect was that I could 'watch' them from each other's 
perspective - even as one of them was doing something, I could 
simultaneously experience it from the other's view. It was both a little 
frightening, and erotic as hell.

After they'd lie down and pulled the covers up, they lay there for a 
while, talking about the movies, and what had happened during the day - 
while carefully avoiding the subject of what had happened between them 
next to the pool. Neither of them was willing to bring it up directly, 
so I gently nudged Holly into saying something to open the subject up 
between them.


"I really appreciate you staying here with me tonight. Especially after 
that MOVIE! It almost scared the pee out of me!", she said.

"I'm glad to be here, too - even if Mike DID scare me so bad out there 
in the hall, and after watching THAT movie. Damn right it was Friday the 
13th - for a whole LOT of people!"

"Yeah! Still, it feels good to have you here with me - now I've got 
somebody to hide behind if anyone shows up!", Holly teased.

Diane got a play-indignant look on her face, and reached out to try and 
tickle Holly - who expected it, and resisted. In short order, they were 
wrestling playfully, and had pushed the bedcovers out of the way; and 
not long after that, they'd worked off some of the adrenaline in their 
systems, and calmed down enough to lie next to each other, touching.

Holly had her hand on Diane's waist, and softly stroked it a few times 
before saying "Your skin is so soft and smooth; it really surprised me 
this afternoon - you know, out by the pool."

Diane blushed slightly, and replied "I was kind of surprised, too. I 
mean, I _really_ didn't expect you to just take your top off like that; 
and then when you turned around and asked me to do your front, well it 
just surprised the hell out of me!"

"But you did it. And it felt good. Really good.", Holly responded, her 
nipples erecting slightly.

"It felt pretty good to me, too - both ways.", Diane answered, noticing 
Holly's reaction, and mirroring it.

Holly moved forward, and kissed Diane on the lips - and this time, there 
wasn't any delay or hesitation; Diane willingly parted her lips, and the 
two of them began kissing deeply, and passionately as their hands began 
to again explore each other's bodies. Waists, arms, breasts, and 
shoulders, everything above the waist was fair game; at least, at first. 
But it was Diane that was the first to reach down to touch Holly's thigh 
- first on the outside of one, then the inside of the other. Encouraged 
by Diane's advances, Holly didn't delay in starting her own 
explorations. Laying her hand on Diane's hip, Holly enjoyed the smooth 
softness of it before sliding her hand down and back, to cup Diane's ass 
cheek in her hand before caressing it, and giving it a number of soft 
squeezes.

 From Diane's ass, Holly moved on to caress the inside of her thigh - 
first near Diane's knee, then slowly upwards, until she was lightly 
touching Diane's pubis. At that point, Diane took her hand gently, and 
said "Just so you know - that movie got me really hot. I mean, I'm 
pretty wet inside, so you don't have to, uh, do anything if you don't 
want to."

Holly just smiled at her, then replied "It's okay. It did the same thing 
to me. If you don't mind, I don't! It might even be kinda fun to, uh, 
get off with each other, you know?"

With that, Diane released Holly's hand - which promptly moved up to cup 
her sex, pressing her middle finger against Diane's cleft through her 
panties. In response, Diane did the same to her, so the two of them they 
lay there with a hand at each other's crotch as they began kissing 
again.

As their kisses intensified, both of them began rubbing each other's 
mounds, focusing mostly on the other's clitoral area. It didn't take 
long before both felt as aroused and wet as they'd ever been - and both 
were fully aware of the other's aroma, as well as their own. A few 
minutes later, Holly broke the kiss to say "I... I want to feel you. 
Skin to skin. Let's take our panties off!"

Diane answered by saying "No - let's take *each other's* panties off!", 
with a grin. Holly quickly nodded her agreement, and pivoted herself so 
that her head was at Diane's hips, and lay on her side as she reached 
out to slide her fingers under the waistband of Diane's panties - even 
as Diane was doing much the same to her. By unspoken agreement, they 
each slid the other's panties down, revealing the other's pubic bush, 
before continuing to slide them down smooth, firm thighs, past nicely 
turned calves, and further; until both lay there, naked, facing the 
other's downy pubic mound.

Holly was first to raise her leg, and place her foot behind her bottom 
leg, opening herself to Diane's view - and a moment later, Diane did the 
same. With their panties off, and legs parted, the heady aroma each had 
noted became even stronger, drawing their faces closer to the other's 
mons. With a glance at each other, they moved their heads forward, Diane 
examining the parted lips and glistening center of Holly's femaleness, 
even as Holly was making the same discovery about her.

I scanned each of them in turn, so as to 'see' what they did: Holly saw 
a narrow wedge of dark, short, soft hair that ran from just above 
Diane's pubic bone to taper off quickly as it passed her vaginal 
opening. Diane's labia were thin, and well-defined; parted around her 
vaginal opening which all but drooled her liquid arousal. Diane's 
clitoris wasn't fully visible, but clearly erect. For her part, Diane 
faced a tuft of rust-red hair, somewhat sparse and slightly curled, that 
started at Holly's pubic bone and ended abruptly just past the bottom of 
her opening. Holly's labia were of medium thickness, and extended, 
making them plainly visible through her hair. They were also well-
parted, framing the obviously wet opening of her vagina. Where they came 
together at the top, they neatly flowed under the hood of Holly's 
clitoris, which was fully erect, and glistening.

Holly was the first to reach out, softly running her fingertips through 
Diane's bush, finding it soft and sensual; Diane quickly followed her 
example to discover much the same about Holly's intimate down. Then she 
went on to gently trace a finger between Holly's labia, pausing to press 
softly at Holly's entrance, and getting a gasping moan for her efforts. 
She dipped a finger into the wetness she found. When she withdrew it, 
Holly looked at her, and she returned the look as she pointedly put the 
finger in her mouth, tasting Holly's salty/musky essence. Holly's eyes 
closed for several seconds as a wave of excitement washed over her. 
Then, as Diane watched, Holly did much the same, drawing a finger 
between her vaginal lips, collecting a fair sample of Diane's oils on 
her finger before looking into Diane's eyes as she slowly wrapped her 
lips around it and sucked it into her mouth, her eyes widening as she 
discovered the earthy/sweet taste was as good as the smell.

When she'd cleaned her finger of Diane's essence, Holly didn't hesitate 
to put her face between Diane's legs, and extend her tongue to draw it 
slowly, and gently, across Diane's opening - and drawing a moan from 
Diane as her legs quickly parted to make her sex more accessible to 
Holly. A few more swipes of Holly's tongue, and Diane finally got 
herself together enough to reciprocate. In less than a minute, both were 
avidly licking at each other's opening, savoring the nectar they found; 
and delighting in the sensations they were receiving. A few minutes 
later, both were gasping and moaning in desire and pleasure as they 
quickly brought each other to an ever higher level of arousal.

It was Diane, again, that took the next step in their increasing 
intimacy and pleasure by extending her efforts to include Holly's 
clitoris - first licking across it, and when Holly responded favorably 
(!!) and did the same to her, went on to use her tongue to massage it, 
and then put her lips around it and suck on it gently. Holly readily 
followed her lead, and the two of them seemed to feed off each other 
(pun intended), their excitement and lust steadily increasing.

While Diane was the more sexually inquisitive of the two, the one who 
tended to move first, Holly was the more enthusiastic, the more 
'intense' - and it was Holly that managed to bring Diane to orgasm first 
- a fast, hard one that left her gasping as she quickly applied herself 
to bringing Holly to release as well. She succeeded, admirably - Holly 
found herself going through a deep, intense, LOUD release.

With the noise, I had an excuse to look in on them, and quickly went to 
Holly's door. I knocked briefly, and after a couple of seconds, opened 
it, to find the two of them laying on the bed, on their backs, faces 
shiny with each other's juices - and the smell of aroused female thick 
in the air. When the door opened, both turned to look at me, and it took 
them a couple of seconds to realize who it was - even when they did, 
they were too wasted on after orgasm glow to much care.

I just looked them over before saying "It's cool if you want to get off 
- just keep the noise down, okay?"

Both eventually managed to nod, and I went back out into the hall, 
closing the door behind me. Shortly after I heard it latch, I heard them 
start giggling on the other side.


I was in the kitchen late the next morning, waiting for the coffee to 
finish brewing (I'd started drinking it the previous winter), when they 
came in. Both were dressed only in panties, and neither *seemed* to have 
the slightest concern about it - but when I scanned them, both were 
mildly worried that I might say something about it. The view was nice, 
so I didn't.

Both rattled around the kitchen for a minute or so before Diane turned 
to me to ask if I'd had breakfast yet. I told her no, and she and Holly 
went into a huddle for several moments before she turned back to me and 
offered to make breakfast for ALL of us. I was being included 'for being 
so cool last night'. I accepted, and after a brief discussion, we 
settled on French toast.

After breakfast, we sat around for a while before changing into our 
suits and heading out to lie around on the deck, next to the pool. Diane 
and Holly both showed up wearing only their suit bottoms. As the day 
warmed up, we all took turns taking brief dips into the pool - until 
mid-afternoon when Holly quietly announced that she didn't want ANY tan 
lines, and took of her swimsuit bottoms. A couple of minutes later, 
Diane did the same - and a couple minutes after THAT, both started 
teasing me about not following their example. I listened to it for a 
while before finally standing up and calmly dropping my suit before 
laying back down on the chaise I was on - face up, my feet toward them 
as they sat there in stunned silence. I scanned them, and found that 
both were extremely surprised that I had actually done it - and aroused 
at the sight of my semi-erect penis.

It was maybe half an hour later when the two of them jumped into the 
pool to cool off; I heard them whispering a bit, and then heard some 
splashing before I was suddenly hit with a wave of water they'd managed 
to generate. The water was more than a little cool, and I quickly sat up 
to their amused laughter. I gave them a play-dirty look, and said "Do 
that again, and you WILL be sorry!". They shared a look, and promptly 
splashed me again; my response was to release a low war-cry as I stood, 
then moved over to jump into the pool with them. Both shrieked, and 
headed for a different part of the pool, but it didn't do them any good 
- I was both bigger than they were, and a *much* better swimmer; it 
didn't take me long to catch each of them and dunk them by tossing them 
into the air to fall back into the water.

Their response was to try and gang up on me to dunk me, too. They 
succeeded a few times, but not nearly as much as they'd have liked. I 
scanned them, and found that they weren't trying to actually dunk me all 
that hard - they were less interested in the results than the process: 
they were having more fun touching me, and rubbing up against me, in the 
EFFORT to dunk me. Truth be told, I felt pretty much the same way - it 
was *way* more pleasurable holding their naked, slippery bodies against 
mine as I tried to get enough of a grip on them to dunk them.

Things eventually cooled off as far as dunking was concerned, but there 
still remained a policy of grope-and-release - and all of us took full 
advantage of it, copping feels, fondling anything we could lay hands on, 
and just generally rubbing against each other. It didn't take me long to 
sprout an erection, which quickly became the focus of their attention, 
thought they didn't ignore my ass or chest or legs. Nor did I ignore 
theirs!

I think we all decided pretty close to the same time that things were 
getting a bit too intimate, and that we'd better cool things off; 
finally breaking apart to get out of the pool, and lay on our respective 
lounges to warm up from the water, and cool off from the contact. None 
of us was bashful about eyeballing the others, enjoying the views we 
saw, though.

The rest of the day went by without any more group-gropes of that 
magnitude; that's not to say that there wasn't more than a little grab-
ass at various points - just that we were careful to keep it playful, 
not passionate.

As afternoon turned into evening, we made our way back into the house, 
in search of food. None of us had any interest in the few leftovers in 
the fridge, and quickly agreed on pizza - and took much longer to settle 
on the toppings. As we waited for it to be delivered, we decided that 
we'd better get dressed; Diane and Holly put their swimsuits back on 
while I headed upstairs to put on some jeans and a shirt.

When we'd finished eating, I pointed out that we could take the movies 
back, and get a couple more; the girls quickly agreed, and went upstairs 
to change so they could go with me - somehow, I doubted the video store 
would fully appreciate a couple of nubile young teenyboppers marginally 
dressed in bikinis of questionably legal sizes.

The rest of the evening went pretty much the same way as the one before 
- me in my cutoff sweats, them in panties only. This time, though, 
rather than trying to hide behind me, they pulled my arms around them - 
giving me ample opportunity to feel their warm, smooth, firm bodies 
against mine. Again, I reached into their minds, and changed their fear 
into arousal - and was rewarded with 'casual' touching of their breasts 
as they held my hands to their chests.

When the movies ended, we cleaned up the living room, and went to bed - 
in our own beds. I scanned them for a little bit, and was 'present' as 
they started another 'encounter'. One they managed to keep down to a 
dull roar as they brought each other to orgasm.

The rest of the time our folks were gone, Diane, Holly, and I spent 
plenty of time together - swimming, sunbathing, watching movies, and so 
on. Clothing was way casual, but nudity wasn't out of the question, 
either. We also continued to 'play' with each other - touching, 
fondling, and groping as we played in the pool, watched movies, and so 
on, though it never reached the same 'intensity' as that first afternoon 
we were on our own.

Our folks got home as planned, and were pleasantly surprised to find the 
house clean and undamaged, no reports of riots, no fights, no parties, 
and that we'd apparently eaten properly. They got their $300 back along 
with Dad's credit card; he seemed pleased that we'd been as responsible 
as we had. Both of them also seemed curiously refreshed, considering why 
they'd been gone.

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As the summer progressed, so did the intimacy between Diane and Holly - 
and between them and me. It didn't take long before it wasn't any big 
deal for one of us to see any of the others nude - mostly me and Holly, 
but when she was around, Diane, too. And it didn't take us to be 
comfortable with casual touching; none of us hesitated to play with one 
or both of the other's asses, and it was fine with them if I wanted to 
cop a feel - as long as it wasn't someplace public or where someone 
might see; and naturally enough, I was cool with them reaching down to 
check me out, as well. Scanning them, I knew damn well that they would 
sometimes use ME to get _each other_ worked up. They were even willing 
to sit on my lap for a little mutual touching when they got to the point 
of coming to me with their 'boy questions', as they called them. They 
had finally been allowed to go out on group dates with boys, and were 
frequently confused and/or offended by some of the actions taken by the 
guys they met; they'd come to me with questions about what was so-and-so 
doing, what was he trying to prove, etc. My two-year age advantage made 
me close enough in age to be able to understand their questions and 
answer them, but still old enough not to be guilty of the offenses. 
Those questions frequently turned into discussions that occasionally 
turned into requests for me to 'speak' to the guilty party - something I 
did with great pleasure. There were seldom second offenses, and NEVER a 
third. And I only had to pound one of the little shits into the ground. 
After that, word spread real fast that when Holly or Diane said 'no', 
'no' it was.

Of course, we all kept all this pretty low-key around Mom and Dad, and 
other people; but when we were alone, things were WAY more relaxed and 
intimate.

In August, Mom and Dad made arrangements for a vacation - they were 
going to go on a cruise, while Holly and I were to go up to Paula and 
Jack's farm. Holly brought up the question of whether Diane could come 
along, and after checking with Jack, got her request approved. Jack and 
Paula didn't have any kids of their own; something to do with Paula from 
what I'd heard Mom and Dad saying a few times, but they loved each 
other, and us. Whenever we went up to their farm, they made sure that we 
had something to do to help out with the chores, but they didn't try to 
work us to death, either - it was more like "Mike, I need you to get 
that hay up into the loft in the next couple of days", and then Jack 
would leave me alone to do it. I'd get it done before the deadline 
without having to rush, and he'd have something else for me - but never 
anything that I couldn't take a little time to get finished, so that I 
had plenty of time to relax and have fun. It worked the same way with 
Holly and Diane: always something to do, but nothing they needed to 
hurry at. Of course, we all still helped out with the regular stuff: 
collecting eggs from the chickens, helping with milking the cows in the 
evening (mostly directing traffic; the cows seemed to know what was 
going on better than we did), helping with meals and laundry, and so on. 
I think they did it as much to be able to tell our folks that we 'helped 
out', as to keep us from getting bored.

They were also a lot more tolerant of what we wore when we went down to 
one of the stock ponds to swim in the afternoons. The first time, Aunt 
Paula kind of gave Holly and Diane the fisheye when she saw the suits 
they were wearing, but when I didn't seem to notice or care, didn't say 
anything - with my help, of course. Nor did Uncle Jack (again, with my 
help) when he was driving by on the tractor (the one piece of Big Farm 
Machinery I could correctly identify 3 times out of 4). The only time it 
came up was a couple days later, at supper. We were having some of Aunt 
Paula's incredible fried chicken (I've never found anything even CLOSE 
to it), when he said to Holly and Diane "You girls are starting to get 
some kinda growed up", before turning to me and asking "Don't you think, 
there, Mike?". I glanced at them, and said "Yeah, I suppose", before 
starting to wrap myself around another chicken thigh. My apparent 
indifference to them seemed to satisfy him, and after that, neither he 
nor Paula said another thing to any of us about it - or the time we 
spent at the different stock ponds and tanks on their property. We were 
always careful to use one of them that the animals wouldn't be near - 
not out of any fear of the animals or anything like that, but simply 
because none of us had any particular desire to go swimming in horse 
slobber, or have to walk through cow flop to get there. Yeah, I know, 
typical city-kid attitudes. So? We WERE city kids, and didn't see any 
particular merit to communing with nature THAT close.

Uncle Jack wasn't a lazy man, by any stretch of the imagination - but he 
was careful to work SMART. He'd set the stock tanks up so that they were 
pretty much grouped together: where different areas came together, he'd 
put the tanks in the corners, so that there was only the one water pump 
and a little piping involved. That meant that while us kids were in one 
tank, the animals might be in one or more of the fields next to us, 
generally not too far from the water. The net result was that whenever 
one of the males felt a little frisky, we were there to watch as he 
started trying to romance a female - and more than once, watched as they 
bred.

As a teenage male, the effect on me was involuntary - I couldn't HELP 
but sprout an erection; the girls invariable noticed, and with only a 
little help from me, soon felt their own arousal at the shows we got.

So when the three of us watched a stallion breed a mare, all three of us 
made a rapt audience for his 'performance'. A quick scan of Diane and 
Holly showed that they were about as excited as I was at the show.

I took the opportunity to plant an idea in Diane's mind, since she was 
the more adventurous of the two: the idea was that SHE wanted to get at 
least a *little* bit of an idea of what the mare was feeling.

She surprised the hell out of Holly when she reached under the water to 
pull off the bottoms of her suit, laying them on the side of the stock 
tank. Holly looked at her, and asked "Diane! What are you *doing*?!"

Diane answered Holly while looking straight into my eyes: "I want to 
know what it's like for that mare when the stallion is on her. I want 
Mike to put his finger in me."

"But why MIKE? Why not just use your *own* finger?", Holly asked, still 
shocked.

"Because I don't think my finger is big enough. Mike's hands are *way* 
bigger than mine, but not so big they'll hurt me. And I trust him not to 
try to, uh, do anything more."

Holly looked at me, and I scanned her to discover that while she was 
shocked at the idea, she was also a bit excited by it. It didn't take 
much to make her a willing observer, and even start her thinking about 
the idea herself.

I asked Diane what she had in mind, and she told me "I want you to put 
your hand between my legs, and kind of, uh, play with me a little bit. 
When I tell you it's okay, you can put your finger in me - but go slow, 
so if it starts to hurt or anything, I can tell you. I know you've been 
out with other girls, so you know what to do; just remember that I'm 
still a virgin, okay?"

I nodded, and turned myself so that I was crouching at the side of the 
tank, kind of propped up against it. Diane hesitantly came over to stand 
in front and to the side of me, and nodded to me when I looked into her 
eyes. With her ready, I carefully reached forward to lay my hand on the 
outside of her mound, getting a good feel of the soft hair of her bush 
for the first time.

I slowly drew my fingertip across the outside of her mons, and heard her 
gasp softly as it crossed the nubbin of her clitoris. Extending my 
finger, I curled it again, letting the end slip between the delicate 
folds of her labia - and watched as she bent her knees and spread her 
legs to give me better access to her opening. I finished moving my 
finger by letting it softly press against her clitoris again, and her 
moan in response. When Holly heard that, she moved over to stand next to 
us, looking down to where she could see my hand between Diane's thighs.

The third time I lay my finger along Diane's cleft, I deliberately left 
it laying there, pressed against her - waiting to see what she would do. 
She surprised me by reached down to lay her hand on where my erect penis 
was tenting the front of my suit, telling me "I... I want to touch you, 
too..." as she looked into my face.

I told her "Go ahead, then, if you want to!", and after only a moment's 
hesitation, she moved her hand to slide it into my suit, holding me in 
her hand. When she realized that she couldn't really feel - or do - much 
that way, she pulled her hand back out, and then used both of them to 
pull my suit halfway down my thighs. I heard her and Holly both gasp 
when my erection popped free to stand out in front of me - the water in 
the tank was almost perfectly clear, and they could easily see it.

With me fully exposed to her touch, she quickly took me in her hand 
again before arching her back slightly to press herself against my hand. 
With that simple request, I let my fingertip begin probing at her 
entrance. I started gently and carefully, because as she'd reminded me, 
she was a virgin, and the last thing in the world I wanted to do was 
hurt her - in ANY way. Second, I figured if I could make her feel good, 
Holly would know it, and be more agreeable to letting me get my hands on 
her, too.

At first, all I used was the first digit of my finger, pressing into her 
slightly to make sure she was open, and wet, enough inside for me to 
continue.

As I carefully pressed my finger farther into her, I ran into the slight 
obstruction of her maidenhead. "Ran into" is probably the wrong term, 
though: because I was being so slow and careful, it was more a case of 
discovery. When I got to it, I was extremely careful not to do anything 
that would hurt or frighten her - the way she was holding my erection, 
and investigating it with her fingers felt too damn good for me to want 
to do anything that might make her stop. A little careful investigation 
of what lay at the end of my fingertip, and I found that her 'cherry' 
wasn't a single, continuous piece of skin. Instead, it was more of a 
ring of thin tissue - open in the middle, but still enough of an 
obstruction that I'd have to be careful if I was to get past it. It felt 
soft and flexible enough that I thought I could get more of my finger 
into her if I took it slow.

The feeling of me sliding my finger around in her was apparently having 
its effect on Diane - she was softly panting as she slowly wiggled her 
hips in pleasured response to my probing. Holly and I could both easily 
see that her nipples were hard and erect, with her areolas crinkled and 
puckered in her excitement.

I started pressing against her hymen like I was doing a stretching 
exercise: keeping a steady gentle pressure on it while rhythmically 
pushing it a little harder. After a few times, I thought I could feel it 
stretching a bit, so I kept going - Diane was FAR from indicating any 
pain or discomfort from what I was doing. If anything, her body was 
telling me to keep at it: she'd developed a blush across the upper 
slopes of her breasts and on her face, and she was pressing right back 
against me each time I pushed on her maidenhead.

As I was doing this, I looked over at Holly; I saw that her eyes were 
going from where Diane was slowly stroking my erection to where my hand 
was between Diane's thighs, and back again. Her nipples were almost as 
erect as Diane's, and as I looked at her, I saw her arm start to move. 
It was as though she wanted to reach out to where Diane had hold of me, 
but was still afraid to actually let herself do it. I scanned her, and 
saw that that was almost exactly the situation: the only thing stopping 
her from doing it was the fact that I was her brother. I brought up the 
memory in her that she'd already had a few passing feels of me before, 
when we'd been in the pool; that seemed to give her something to work 
with.

While I was at it, I went on to scan Diane; what I found there was that 
she actually was feeling a little mild discomfort, but that the pleasure 
of what I was doing to her - and the thrill of what she was doing to me 
- had more than compensated for it.

Realizing that I had a little more leeway in how fast I went, and how 
hard I 'pushed' her, I increased my efforts to get past her cherry - and 
a minute later, did, feeling it as the opening of it slid past the tip 
of my finger to about the middle of the first digit. I immediately 
stopped, even as Diane gave a small squeak of mixed surprise and pain.

She moved her eyes from my penis to my face, and I asked her "Are you 
okay? Do you want me to stop, or pull it out of you?"

She thought it over for a moment, then said "No, you're okay. It only 
hurt a little bit, for a second. Just go a little slower now, okay?"

I assured her that I would, and when I didn't do anything to move inside 
her for a few seconds, her attention went back to where she still had 
her hand wrapped around my erect penis.

When I felt her moving her hand on me again, I carefully slid my finger 
out of her a little ways - letting the opening in her cherry shrink back 
a little bit. Then I slowly slid my finder into her again, feeling it as 
the ring of her hymen slid down my finger until it got to the first 
knuckle. I stopped there, so that both of us would have a little more 
time to let her opening stretch. I slid my finger back out, then in 
again; this time, it seemed a little easier to do, even though I still 
stopped when I got to my knuckle. Another out, and back in; only this 
time, I let my finger slide into her enough that I felt the inside ring 
of her hymen slip past my knuckle. She didn't seem to feel any 
discomfort from that, so that was the pattern I started following: 
pulling my finger part way out of her, then sliding it back in just a 
_little_ farther than it had been before. That way, I was able to not 
only stretch the opening of her cherry, but the movement of my finger 
sliding in and out of her helped get her excited, making what I was 
doing even easier.

Of course, there finally came the point where both of us felt my finger 
slip into her all the way, filling her completely. When it happened, I 
simply stopped, waiting to see what she wanted to do, or wanted ME to 
do. I wasn't surprised when she stopped sliding her hand and fingers 
along my erection; what DID surprise me was the look of absolute delight 
and satisfaction that she got as she simply stood there, straddling my 
hand. She got a far-away look in her eyes, and Holly had to speak her 
name several times before she came back to our planet.

"What does it feel like?", Holly asked.

Diane smiled, and said "It feels *wonderful*. It's like I suddenly found 
a piece of me that I didn't even know was missing."

"It doesn't hurt?"

"Oh, no! It feels *great*!"

Holly got a slightly envious look on her face as she watched Diane 
slowly raise herself up a bit; I took that as my cue to slide my finger 
back out of her - but only about halfway, before easing it back into 
her. Holly watched all this, and saw Diane's smile get even wider as my 
finger filled her again.

A few seconds later, I did it again; and a few seconds after that, 
another time, a little more quickly. Each time, Diane's please smile got 
wider; and each time, it got easier for me to do. Over the next couple 
of minutes, I very gradually increased the speed that I let my finger 
move in her while I let the length of the stroked increase, too. By the 
time I got to the point that I was moving in her almost constantly, she 
had a very distinct blush on her face and shoulders, and she was panting 
and gasping as her pelvis moved in time with my hand.

Diane had put on hand on my shoulder to help steady herself as she held 
my erection in the other, so I was pretty surprised when I felt another 
hand touch my penis. I looked down to see that Holly had finally gotten 
past her mental block, and had moved to find out for herself what an 
erect male penis felt like - even if it WAS her own brother's. She'd 
also taken off the bottoms of HER suit, as well.

With Holly's hand moving on my erection, it wasn't as much of a surprise 
to me when I felt her use her other hand to pull mine down between her 
thighs. Again, I lay it against the outside of her mons, delighted at 
the soft mass of her rust-red bush.

Needing to put my attention on Holly, I gradually let Diane take control 
over how my finger moved in her: as my hand slowed, her movements 
increased, so that finally, my hand held still, with Diane sliding 
herself up and down my extended finger. She also took the opportunity to 
reach behind herself to unfasten the top of her suit, and pull it off, 
setting it next to where she'd put the bottoms.

Able to focus on Holly, I let my finger slip between her inner lips, 
feeling how slick and oily they were. Though she was only slightly 
shorter than Diane, Holly was a *lot* smaller inside. As I eased the end 
of my finger into her, I scanned her, and found her to be extremely 
turned on by what I was doing - and the fact that it was ME doing it. 
She was more than willing to accept some discomfort along the way if it 
meant she could experience anything close to what she could tell Diane 
was feeling.

Holly was a lot tighter inside than Diane, but she was also a LOT 
wetter. That made it easier for me to twist my finger a little bit to 
spread her oils around, so that I could ease some more of my finger into 
her. Another scan of her, and I knew that she wasn't having any problems 
- at ALL - with what I was doing. I eased my way into a little further, 
and came to where her cherry blocked me. Doing things a little 
differently for Holly, I slid my finger in and out of her several times, 
making sure that it was well-lubricated with her juices before pressing 
against her hymen - and feeling it quickly and easily slide past the end 
of my finger. She gasped slightly when it happened, and I stopped to 
scan her again, discovering that she wasn't the slightest bit 
uncomfortable - rather than feeling anything like that, all she felt was 
pleasure, and desire for me to continue.

I backed my finger out of her a little ways, then pressed it back in; 
again, the opening in her hymen easily stretched to fit around my 
finger, then slide down almost to the second knuckle. Amazed at how 
easily she was taking me, I withdrew again to spread her wetness around 
before pressing in again. This time, the rest of my finger slid into her 
easily, so that the elastic opening of her vagina was wrapped around it, 
down near my hand.

Another scan of her and I knew that what she felt was almost exactly 
what Diane had: that all she felt was the pleasure of having something 
long and hard filling her womanhood, scratching an itch she hadn't been 
fully aware of. For me, it felt like my finger was in one of those 
Chinese finger traps, the kind that only get tighter when you try to 
pull your fingers apart - except that this trap was hot, and wet, and SO 
much tighter. And it belonged to my own sister.

I could feel the small pea of her clitoris pressing against my hand at 
the base of my finger; I let it stay there as I used the ample 
lubrication she was producing to lubricate my finger, making it possible 
for me to start sliding my rigid digit in and out of her female 
treasure.

In short order, Holly was as excited and aroused as Diane was; both of 
them had a hand on my erection, working together to explore and examine 
my manhood as I pleased both of them in return.

With both of them gasping and panting as I thrust my finger in and out 
of their openings, I leaned forward a bit to kiss Diane - who didn't 
hesitate to kiss me right back, meeting my tongue with hers. When our 
kiss broke, she looked into my eyes with a new awareness of me; a quick 
scan let me know that for the first time, she was thinking of me as a 
sexual being - and a potential partner. As Holly watched us, she, too, 
took off the top of her suit, leaving her as naked as Diane.

I kissed Holly next, and she eagerly opened her mouth when my tongue 
touched her lips, using her tongue to duel with mine as we tried to 
check each other's tonsils. I scanned her, only to find out that she 
didn't *care* who she was kissing, or whose finger was inside her - all 
that mattered to her was how *good* it felt to her. With that discovery, 
I didn't hesitate to lower my head when our kiss ended, taking one of 
her delightful nipples into my mouth and sucking on it in time with my 
penetration of her young womanhood. In only a few seconds, I felt it 
harden under my tongue even as I felt her internal muscles clutching at 
my finger. With one nipple as hard as I could get it, I moved on to the 
other; in even less time, it was as hard and erect as the first.

When I released the tip of Holly's breast from my lips, I raised my head 
and saw that her firm young breasts were swaying _ever_ so slightly in 
time with her gyrations on my finger. I looked over to Diane, and saw 
that she was as fascinated by the sight as I'd been - and when she saw 
me looking at her, pleaded with her eyes for me to do the same to her.

Diane watched, mesmerized, as I leaned forward and lowered my head to 
take the tip of her breast between my lips - pulling her areola and 
nipple into my mouth to gently 'chew' on them with my lips as I 
repeatedly flicked my tongue across her pencil-eraser sized nipples, 
making them stick out even further as her areola puckered in response to 
my sucking.

As I was doing that, I carefully scanned her; when I 'saw' that she was 
ready, I switched over to do the same things to the other breast. I was 
deliberately responding to her internal wishes and desires - I'd found 
out with other girls that working that way, it made me seem to be more 
of a perfect lover to them, increasing not only their pleasure at what I 
was doing, but increasing their satisfaction with me. And the more 
satisfied they were with me, the greater my chances of getting into the 
same situation with them again.

As I was giving Diane's breast a thorough tongue bath, I felt Holly 
tighten around my finger before she released a deep groan as an orgasm 
took her over. Diane and I could both hear it as Holly moaned in time 
with what was obviously a deeply satisfying release.

Holly's orgasm was apparently more than enough to give Diane the push 
she needed; even as I felt Holly gently push my hand out from between 
her firm thighs, I felt Diane increase her motions on the finger I had 
buried in her. When I went back to sucking on her breasts and nipples, I 
could feel her actions increase even more, and less than a minute later, 
felt her vagina start fluttering around my finger as she nearly screamed 
her release.

Diane's hands stopped their movement on my penis as her orgasm was 
washing through her; when it finally ended, she slowly collapsed. I 
quickly - but gently - withdrew my finger from her, so that I could hold 
her in my arms as she recovered from what was clearly a powerful 
experience for her. I was more than a little pleased by the feel of her 
firm breasts pressing into me, and the way my erection was trapped 
between her belly, and mine.

As she got her breath and strength back, Diane slowly realized where she 
was. I scanned her as she recovered, finding that she was not only 
grateful for the help; but aroused by the contact, and pleased by what I 
was doing - and what I'd done.

When she was able to move, Diane shakily stood up, looking to where 
Holly was hanging by her arms from the side of the stock tank we were 
in. With her feet under her again, Diane turned back to me, and said 
"That made me feel *so* good. I... I want to make you feel good, too."

Holly looked on in surprise as Diane reached down to take my erection in 
her hand again before saying "Stand up, Mike. I want to watch when you 
shoot your stuff."

I stood up as Diane softly wrapped her hand around my erection and 
started stroking my length before she reached down to cup by balls in 
her hand, weighing them. As she felt me responding to her touch, her 
grip on me tightened slightly as a self-satisfied smile grew on her 
lips. I started to reach for her breasts, then stopped, waiting to see 
whether she would object. She looked into my eyes before nodding her 
permission as I cupped her firm, rounded breasts in my hands before 
running my thumbs across her nipples - watching as they perked up again 
in response.

What Diane was doing to me was feeling better and better - particularly 
since I was able to cup and squeeze her breasts. It didn't take much 
longer before I felt my balls tighten up, something that Diane could 
feel, too, since she was softly squeezing them at the time. She looked 
up at me questioningly, and I simply told her "Yeah. Pretty quick, 
now." before getting a pleased grin in return.

Both of them - Holly was paying CLOSE attention to what Diane and I were 
doing - were watching intently as I finally shot my load: the way Diane 
had hold of me, it landed squarely between her breasts, leaving a large 
splotch on her chest. The second landed only a little below the first, 
and the two of them soon merged to start sliding down her front. The 
third spurt landed on her stomach, while the fourth about halfway 
between the third and her belly button. The rest landed progressively 
lower on her, until there was only a small dribble of my semen trickling 
out the end of my softening penis.

Diane released her hold on me, and moved her hand up to collect some of 
my cum on her fingers. She felt the texture of it between her thumb and 
forefinger before raising her hand to sniff at it, then stick her tongue 
out to tentatively taste it before smiling at me as she licked her 
fingers clean. It was erotic as hell for me to see, and I quickly 
scanned Holly to discover that it was having a similar effect on her - 
along with a mild desire to find out what it was like. After only a 
little prodding on my part, she did just that: reaching out to Diane, 
Holly scooped some of my jism on her own fingers, then followed what 
Diane had done: feeling the texture of it, smelling it, and finally 
tasting it. A quick scan revealed that Holly didn't find it as pleasant 
as Diane did, but she didn't find it UNpleasant, either.

Diane scooped up some water to wash my semen off her front; when she was 
done, she and Holly teamed up to cup the wads that were floating in the 
tank, and jettison them over the side. Only then did they realized that 
they were both still naked, and that I was standing there with my suit 
halfway down my thighs, watching them. Both blushed, but defiantly 
watched me as they reached out to collect their suits, then put them 
back on. When they were done, I casually reached down to pull my suit 
back up, letting them watch as I adjusted it to fit around my still 
semi-erect penis.

I scanned them, and found that Diane was still thinking of me sexually, 
while Holly was confused: she'd really enjoyed what we'd done, but in 
afterthought, was concerned about us being brother and sister. I gently 
eased the realization into her mind that what I'd done would have felt 
just as good if I'd been someone else. I also implanted the thought that 
I was her *brother*, and that I loved her and wouldn't do anything wrong 
to her - after all, how many times had I helped her with other 'boy' 
stuff in the past? Wasn't this just another one, only a little more 
direct? It didn't take long before she began to accept the thoughts I 
was gently and carefully putting into her mind; that accomplished, I 
went back to see if there was anything I needed to do with, or about, 
Diane.

Her mind was pretty settled about the whole thing - I wasn't *her* 
brother (she was an only child), it had felt pretty damn good, and she 
was still technically a virgin. The only thing she was concerned about 
was how what we'd done would affect Holly - and their relationship. I 
gave her the idea to go over to Holly, and kiss her; she did, and Holly 
was quick to respond (with my help) much as she always had. That 
reassured Diane, and the two of them moved over to take up positions 
next to where I was crouched down a little, leaning against the side of 
the stock tank.

With one of them on each side of me, I reached out to put my arms around 
them, down by their waists. First Diane, then Holly, took my hand, and 
moved it up to cover their breast before laying a hand on the inside of 
my thigh closest to them. I gave each of them a soft kiss on the lips, 
then one on the forehead; after that, the three of us were content to 
stay there for a little while, thinking about what we'd just done. I 
carefully scanned the two of them, and neither one was experiencing any 
regrets; rather, they were remembering it as fondly as I was.

A while later, we heard Uncle Jack calling for us. The girls quickly 
moved to the other side of the tank, and the three of us shouted to let 
him know where we were. A minute later, he pulled up on the tractor in 
the next field over. I climbed out of the tank and slipped my shoes on; 
as I was doing that, Uncle Jack got down off the tractor, and headed 
over toward us. I met him at the fence, and after he looked over to 
where the girls were hanging off the side of the tank, their backs to us 
in apparently deep conversation, told me "Mike, I'm going to need you 
help in a bit. Old Man Kenney had a little fire in one of his hay piles 
this morning, and I wanted to make sure that the hay I've got in the 
barn gets shuffled around some, so it won't catch fire like his did. 
It's getting toward harvest time, so there isn't that much of it, so it 
won't take long, but I want to make sure I get it done today."

"Sure, Uncle Jack - I'll be glad to. If you want, I can grab the rest of 
my stuff, and just ride back with you."

"That'd be fine, Mike. I appreciate it."

"No problem. Besides, it's about time I paid for all the groceries I've 
been putting away!", I joked.

He smiled, and headed for the tractor. A minute later, I was up there 
with him, and the two of us headed for the barn. When we got to one of 
the roads, we had to let some car traffic go by; I took the chance to 
put my clothes on over my swim suit, and put my shoes on.

When we got to the barn, I could see what Uncle Jack had been talking 
about - all the hay bales were stacked up in one big pile; it would take 
a while to get them moved around, and was certainly a two-person job.

We got started, and as we got to the center bales, both of us noticed 
that they were noticeably warmer than the bales that had been on the 
outside of pile. We just looked at each other, and kept going. We were 
almost down to the bottom layer when I had an idea.

"Uncle Jack?"

"What is it, Mike?"

"What makes a hay pile catch on fire?"

He paused for a moment, then told me "Usually, it's when you get too 
much hay piled up in one place, and you get the right combination of 
temperature and humidity to let bacteria in the hay get started. When 
that happens, they get growing, and that produces heat - and if the 
conditions are right, it's enough heat to actually let the hay catch 
fire."

"Has that ever happened in just ONE bale of hay?"

"Nope, not that I've ever heard of. Why, what have you got in mind?"

"Uh, would it work if we were to stack the hay bales up in kind of a 
crosswise pattern? You know, one layer pointed this way, the next layer 
pointed the other? And left a little space between the bales?"

"What are you thinking?"

"Well, it just seems like if we did that, there would be plenty of space 
for air to get in between the bales, so they wouldn't be able to get too 
warm or too damp. With a little space around each bale, it would be like 
it was laying there by itself, kind of. When I see pictures of them 
moving sacks of grain, that's how they're always stacked."

He thought that over for a few moments, then said "Yup, might work, at 
that. It'd mean the hay took up a little more space, though. Course, 
it'd mean a lot less work, too - and if the barn burned down because I 
*didn't* move the hay around, the space wouldn't matter. All right, 
we'll give 'er a try."

With that, we went back to work, and got all the hay bales moved out. 
After a little experimenting, we found an arrangement that let us stack 
the hay up in layers, with gaps between the bales. From there, it was 
short work to get it all stacked up again. Just as we were finishing, 
Aunt Paula came in. She looked at what we'd done, and raised an eyebrow 
at Uncle Jack. He explained my idea to her, and why he though it would 
work. Then he added "It'll make the hay easier to get out when I need 
it, too. Probably keep it fresher for the stock, on top of that."

When she looked at me again, I could see in her face that she was proud 
of me.

That night for supper, Aunt Paula fired up the grill and cooked steaks 
and baked potatoes for all of us, as a kind of celebration of my idea. 
She and Uncle Jack both told me a couple of times that it had been a 
good one, and that they were going to make sure they told the other 
farmers in the area about it, and who thought it up.

The next morning, Uncle Jack asked me to go into town with him - 
something he did sometimes, but not all that often. We went to the 
little cafe where he and the other farmers met to discuss things 
(gossip, mostly, he told me once), and he ordered each of us a cup of 
coffee. For a while, the main topic was the fire at Old Man Kenney's 
place; then Uncle Jack spoke up, telling them about my idea for stacking 
hay. I'd completely forgotten what he'd said about telling the other 
farmers, so it caught me completely by surprise, and embarrassed the 
hell out of me. But he went on to tell them what we'd done, and how he 
figured it was going to help. When they asked, he admitted easily enough 
that the hay took up a little more space, but added that he figured that 
was better than working too hard or having the barn burn down. The other 
farmers at the table (actually about four tables pushed together) all 
nodded at that, and looked at me, embarrassing me even more.

A while later, we got up to leave, and Uncle Jack started to reach into 
his pocket to pay for our coffee. One of the other farmers spoke up, 
saying "I'll get it Jack. You and the young'un there, I reckon you done 
us a good turn with that hay idea."

Uncle Jack nodded and thanked him, then the two of us headed out to 
Uncle Jack's beat up old truck. Inside, he grinned at me, and said "That 
fella that bought the coffee? He's Tommy Smithers; he don't much take to 
new ideas, and he sure doesn't spend a nickel he doesn't have to. If he 
thinks your idea was good enough to buy us coffee, you can be sure every 
farmer in there will have his hay re-stacked by nightfall. You got a 
pretty good head on your shoulders, there, Mike. When you get ready for 
college and need some help, you just let me know."

I thanked him, and he politely ignored my embarrassment to start the 
truck and head us back toward the farm.

We got back to the house to find that Aunt Paula had gotten a couple 
loads of laundry done, and had the girls helping her hang it on their 
outside clothesline to dry. Uncle Jack told her about getting our coffee 
bought for us, and Aunt Paula gave me another one of her happy/proud 
looks before telling Holly and Diane what it meant. When she was done, 
both of them looked a little impressed, too.

I went off with Uncle Jack to get a couple of his smaller hay piles re-
stacked while the girls stayed at the house to help Aunt Paula. When 
we'd all finished lunch, Uncle Jack told us "It's only a couple more 
days before your folks get back from their vacation, so why don't you 
kids go ahead and have some fun until then. I don't have any more chores 
for Mike, and I expect Paula could spare you two young fillies, so just 
go ahead and do what you like. Just remember, if you sleep in, you'll 
have to get your own breakfast!" he finished, teasing. He knew that all 
three of us enjoyed Aunt Paula's farm breakfasts too much to sleep in 
and miss them.

All three of us thanked him, and Aunt Paula, and they both assured us 
that they'd enjoyed having us around, and appreciated our help on the 
farm. Uncle Jack handed me the keys to his truck and $20, saying "Mike, 
I reckon you and the girls might like to go into town and catch a movie 
this afternoon. This'll cover the tickets and something to snack on 
while you're there."

I knew he didn't mean the small town near where they lived; both traffic 
lights in it were blinking yellow - the only traffic sign in it was a 
'yield' sign where two streets merged. What he meant was that we were 
free to go the other direction to a larger town that had a small 
shopping mall and a small four-screen theater. All of us thanked him, 
and he just waved it off, saying "Go on, or you'll be late for something 
you might want to see."

All three of us cleaned up and changed into 'city' clothes (what we wore 
on the farm tended to be kind of worn and ragged, if comfortable), and 
with a hug for Aunt Paula, piled into the truck to head for the movie. 
Holly had picked up the local paper, and read us our list of options 
from the window seat as I drove with Diane sitting next to me. I got 
outvoted, with the girls deciding they wanted to see a romance, while I 
was trying to get us into an adventure flick. We could have each gone to 
what we wanted to see, but by an unspoken agreement, we chose to stay 
together.

Once inside the theatre, we discovered the advantage of going to weekday 
afternoon matinees: the only other people in our part of the there were 
a couple of older couples sitting a dozen rows ahead of us.

As the movie started, the three of us sat back to watch it - Diane was 
on one side of me, with Holly on the other. Neither one cared when I put 
my arms on the back of their seats to stretch out a little.

It was a good movie, with a couple of good actors playing their parts 
very well; it just wasn't my first choice for entertainment, was all. 
Still, it did help when first Diane, then Holly a few moments later, 
reached up to pull my hand down in front of them, holding it. When the 
movies started getting to the romantic scenes, each of them went further 
by guiding my hand to one of their breasts - leaving me to discover that 
neither one had bothered to put on a bra, and that both of their blouses 
were loose enough at the neck that I could easily slip a hand down the 
front to touch their breasts directly. In return, each of them laid a 
hand on my leg. Diane went on to softly stroke my thigh, and even 
expanded her range to brush against my semi-erect penis. Holly looked 
down once to see what Diane was doing, and then just smiled at me before 
turning back to watch the movie - which I was only half-watching, 
preferring to focus my attention on the delightful feeling of having two 
very different, but equally pleasant, breasts in my hands.

When the last scene of the movie faded, I carefully removed my hands 
from their blouses - something that a quick scan revealed was a 
disappointment for all three of us. Diane had gotten me nearly fully 
erect, so I simply sat there when the lights came up, so that I could 
have a little more time to let my erection go down before I had to stand 
up. Both girls seemed to know what the problem was, and grinned at my 
predicament. As the older couples in front of us made their way out, I 
could see the guys looking at me somewhat enviously: there I sat, with 
not one but TWO pretty girls right next to me.

After a bit, I felt ready to face the world, and the three of us got up 
and made our way out of the theatre. It was only mid-afternoon, and kind 
of hot, so we decided that an ice cream cone was in order. My first 
priority was to gas up the truck, as a courtesy to Uncle Jack. That 
done, it didn't take us long to find a place to get the cones; from 
there, we went on to find a small park in town to eat them. We sat at a 
picnic table, watching the squirrels trying to stockpile their winter 
meals, while we tried to eat the cones faster than they melted. We 
didn't do all that well at it, and finally had to go over to one of the 
water fountains to rinse the ice cream residue off our hands and fingers 
before drying our hands on our clothing.

It was on the way back to the truck that Diane took my arm and stopped 
me, then stood in front of me to say "Mike, there's something I want you 
to do."

"What's that?" I asked.

"I want you to be my first."

"Your first what?" (okay, so I have my dense moments, too)

"My first guy. I want you to be the one to take my cherry."

Holly just stood there, watching us - she'd obviously been expecting 
*something* like this. I scanned her, and found that she wasn't the 
slightest bit jealous or worried about Diane; Holly knew that *she* 
wasn't ready yet, and was quite content to let Diane decide for herself.

It took me a couple seconds, then I asked her "Why me? Why now?" I 
didn't doubt that she was serious or sincere, but I needed to make sure 
she was SURE; and this gave me something to work with while I scanned 
her.


Even as she told me "Because of what you did yesterday, and more 
important, HOW you did it. Because as much as the three of us have 
played with each other, and touched each other, you have *never* tried 
to 'do' anything with me." I was scanning her - and finding that she WAS 
sure about it, and just as sincere and serious as I'd expected. What 
surprised me, though, was how anxious she was, and how little fear she 
had. I listened as she went on "I don't mean that I want you - us! - to 
'do it' right here and right now; what I meant is that when we can, I 
want it to be you, my first time."

Here, Holly finally spoke up, saying "Aunt Paula goes into town tomorrow 
to do her grocery shopping, and that always takes her a couple of hours. 
Uncle Jack will be out someplace, so that would give you some time, if 
you wanted."

"And what if Aunt Paula wants somebody to go with her to help carry 
groceries or something?" I asked.

"Then I'll do it." Holly answered, before adding "In fact, I think I'll 
ask her if I can go with her anyway. I think this is something for you 
two, not us three."

Something else occurred to me, and I asked Diane "What about birth 
control? I don't have any condoms at the farm, and there isn't enough 
money left for me to buy any here."

She nodded - a quick scan showed she was pleased that I'd asked - and 
told me "My mom put me on the Pill when we got out of school last time. 
She told me that she didn't know if I was still a virgin or not, but 
that if I was, she didn't expect me to be one much longer; and that 
she'd feel better knowing that I couldn't get into any trouble, either 
way. I've been taking them since last June, so there's no worry about 
getting me pregnant. I trust you not to give me any diseases; from what 
I've heard, you're pretty careful about stuff like that."

That was true: I'd broken up with a couple of girls that I'd found out 
were quite willing to sleep with anybody, any time, any where. The idea 
of catching something that might make my dick rot and fall off scared 
the hell out of me.

Understand that it wasn't like I didn't want to jump her bones; I just 
wanted to make sure that there weren't going to be any second thoughts 
or anything. Sure, I could have 'adjusted' them out of her, but that was 
something I tried to avoid doing if at all possible. Cute and sexy as 
Diane was, I still LIKED her, too. Maybe even loved her - I wasn't quite 
sure. If anything happened between us, I wanted it to be HER choice, not 
mine - just like I wanted Holly to be the one to ask me of HER own free 
will. Sure, I didn't have any problems with getting into their minds and 
giving them reasons to, but I *never* did anything to _push_ them toward 
it. A subtle distinction, perhaps, but enough for me.

With the worries of disease and pregnancy taken care of, and the 
knowledge that we'd have the time and opportunity, there wasn't anything 
left for me to do but agree: "If that's what you really want, then it 
would be my pleasure!", I told her - and getting a smile at my joke. I 
went on to tell her "You've got from now to the time that we actually 
'do it' to change your mind. If you do, I won't be mad or anything; I 
know this is a big step for you, and I'm not going to do anything to 
push you either way."

She nodded her understanding, and thanked me before stepping up to give 
me a kiss on the lips. I happily kissed her back, and we took a few 
seconds to explore each others tonsils before breaking apart to head 
back for the truck. On the way back to the farm, I scanned both of them.

Holly was perfectly content with the idea of leaving us alone the next 
day; she didn't think that she was ready to start having sex yet, and 
was quite happy to let Diane go first - she wanted to find out from 
Diane whether it hurt and so on before she gave it any serious thought. 
Still, she was thinking about getting started on birth control herself 
in anticipation of when her time DID come.

Diane was a different story: she was more than ready, emotionally and 
psychologically, to lose her virginity. I'd grossly underestimated what 
effect our activities of the previous day had had on her. Not only had I 
shown her the patience and gentleness she was looking for, but I'd been 
enthusiastic enough about helping her find HER pleasure before taking my 
own - something that was pretty important to her. Added to that was the 
fact that even after getting the two of them off, and having my own 
climax, I hadn't been afraid to hold them and show them affection. 
Finally, she knew that I was more experienced, and that I would take the 
time to make it easier and better for her; she thought that it might 
hurt, but after I'd been so careful not to rush things in the stock 
tank, she trusted me to make is as easy for her as it could be. The 
thing that surprised me, though, was her expectation that this wouldn't 
be just a one-time deal: she was anticipating that she and I would have 
more than just this one time together - that I would be the one to help 
her learn about all the different aspects of sex that she'd heard about.

So as to not seem as eager for the encounter as I really was, I planted 
the idea of having stories to cover ourselves in Holly's mind. She 
brought it up for me, and the rest of the way back to the farm, we 
worked out how best to distract Aunt Paula and Uncle Jack from what we 
were really up to.

We got back to the farm in plenty of time to help Aunt Paula get started 
on supper. By the time Uncle Jack came in, we had a good start on a 
fried chicken supper: the chicken, of course, as guest of honor, along 
with mashed potatoes, corn on the cob, green beans, home-made rolls, 
fresh-churned butter, and fresh apple pie with ice cream. By the time 
supper ended, *all* of us were pretty well stuffed. The girls and I 
tried to clear the table, but Aunt Paula wasn't having any - even gently 
chasing us off when we tried to help after she started doing it.

We all retired to the screened-in back porch, where we found Uncle Jack. 
He offered me a beer, which I gratefully accepted, and after a moments 
thought, offered one for Diane and Holly to share. They declined, in 
favor of their iced tea they'd brought out. As we sat there watching 
assorted bugs bounce off the screen, Uncle Jack asked us what we had in 
mind for the next day. I told him that I had a book that I'd brought 
along in case it rained; I figured to read it, since we'd only had a 
couple of small rain showers while we were there. Diane and Holly said 
that they were planning on catching some sun, and maybe doing some 
reading of their own. That seemed to satisfy him, and the four of us sat 
there, enjoying the cool evening breeze until Aunt Paula joined us. A 
while later, Diane offered to take on any or all of us in a game of 
Monopoly, and we spent the rest of the evening trying to build our 
empires. It was nearly 11:00 before Aunt Paula was declared the winner, 
so the lot of us could go to bed.

The next morning, Holly caught Aunt Paula as she was rounding up her 
things to head into town, and asked "Aunt Paula? Are you going in to 
town today for anything?"

"I was just getting ready to go, in fact."

"I'd like to go with you, if it's okay."

"Of course it's okay, dear. Why?"

"There's, uh, something I need to, uh, buy." By not coming right out and 
saying why she wanted to go, or what she wanted to get, Holly was 
letting Aunt Paula jump to the conclusion that she needed 'female 
products', as Uncle Jack called them. As we'd expected, Aunt Paula 
immediately 'understood', and assured Holly that she was more than 
welcome.

Diane was already in her swimsuit, laying on an old blanket in the side 
yard where she could catch some sun; while I was sitting on the back 
porch with my book, listening to them.

Aunt Paula looked around, and saw me sitting over in the corner, 
apparently buried in my book. She told me "Mike, Holly's going with me 
into town. We'll be back in a couple of hours." I looked up and nodded 
my understanding to her, then went back to my reading - knowing that it 
would be at LEAST two hours before she got back, and probably closer to 
three if Holly had anything to do with it. Satisfied, she went out to 
start 'her' car (an old Ford Ranchero) while Holly disappeared inside to 
get the small backpack she used as a purse. When the two of them were 
belted up in the car, Aunt Paula headed down the lane that would put her 
on the highway into town.

Diane would have heard them leave, and about ten minutes later, she came 
around the side of the house to where I was, then asking me "I think 
it's okay, now. Do you still want to do this?"

"Only if you do, and only if you're sure."

"I'm sure. Where should we, uh, go?"

I'd thought about it earlier, and suggested "How about up in the 
hayloft, in the barn? It's early enough that it won't be hot, and if 
Uncle Jack comes by for some reason, we can say I explaining why we 
stacked the hay the way we did."

She nodded her acceptance, and I got up to join her outside while she 
went to collect a small bag she had by the blanket she'd been laying on. 
As we headed toward the barn, she reached out to take my hand in hers; I 
reassured her by giving it a small squeeze, and getting a smile in 
return.

Inside the barn, I grabbed the small tarp that I knew was there. It was 
old and worn, but that was one of the reasons I wanted to use it: it was 
still heavy enough to protect us from the hay, but soft enough to be 
reasonably comfortable. Best of all, it was 'clean' - as in, stained and 
such, but not actually _dirty_. Diane checked it out, and readily agreed 
that it was just the thing. As I draped it across my shoulder, Diane 
headed up the ladder to the hayloft, with the small bag hanging from her 
shoulder. I was just a few seconds behind, and enjoyed the view 
tremendously: as she climbed, her ass cheeks clenched and unclenched in 
a *most* interesting way. A quick scan of her revealed that she knew she 
was giving me a show, and had gone up first for that very reason. When 
she got to the top, she moved to the side, and gave me a kiss on the 
cheek when I got up there with her.

I pulled the tarp off my shoulder, and spread it out on the loose hay; 
when I turned around to Diane, I found that she'd used the time to strip 
off her suit, so she was standing there stark naked in front of me. With 
her hands at her sides, and one foot a little in front of the other, she 
was a vision of loveliness: her straight dark hair was hanging over one 
shoulder, instead of down to the middle of her back as it usually did. 
It only slightly concealed one of her half-tangerine sized breasts, and 
it's dark nipple. Below, her smooth, firm belly was accented by the dark 
wedge covering her mons - which was bracketed by a pair of trim thighs.

Even as I was looking her over, I could see her nipples erecting; when I 
was finally able to drag my eyes up to her face, I could see from the 
way her eyes were hooded that she was as ready as her nipples had 
promised.

As she looked me in the eye, I heard her say "I've heard that guys can, 
uh, go longer the second time if they've already shot off once. Is it 
true?"

"Yeah, it's true. Why?"

She got a Mona Lisa smile, and stepped forward to put her hands on my 
chest, then guide me back onto the tarp I'd spread. When I was where she 
wanted me, she looked into my eyes again, and said "I want my first time 
to last as long as possible. Just let me, um, take care of you, okay?"

I thought I knew what was going to happen, and simply nodded my head in 
agreement. She tilted her head up to give me a kiss on the cheek, and as 
she did, I put my arms around her to hug her. When she pulled her head 
back, we looked into each other's eyes for several moments - both of us 
to make sure she was ready for what she was doing. Satisfied that she 
did, we kissed; softly at first, then with again with more feeling. And 
yet again, longer, and with more passion. When we finally broke apart, 
both of us were panting slightly, and from the way she'd pressed herself 
against me, I knew she could feel my rising penis. Hesitantly, she 
reached out to take hold of the tee shirt I had on; when she started to 
pull it up to take it off me, I helped by taking hold of the bottom of 
it and pulling with her, guiding and helping her.

When my shirt was laying on the tarp, she reached out again to put her 
hands on my waist; when I didn't move, she let them drift forward to 
feel my abdominal muscles, and then on to my chest. Holding my upper 
arms still, I raised my forearms so I could put my hands on her sides, 
touching her, but not holding her. I delighted in the warm smoothness of 
her skin, and after a few moments, let my hands slide up and down her 
sides - waist to breast-level - to reassure her.

We kissed again, tongues dancing in each other's mouths, before she 
pulled back a little way to look into my eyes again. Seeing only 
patience and acceptance in them, she began kissing me: first on my 
collarbones, then onto my upper chest. From there, she blazed a trail 
down my front, slowly lowering herself as she did. When she was finally 
kneeling in front of me, she looked up at me as her hands found the 
waistband of my cutoff jeans. When they moved to the snap, her gaze 
moved down to watch herself as she first unsnapped them, then 
tentatively grasped the zipper and lowered it. As the fly opened up, she 
could see that I had a pair of shorts on underneath - and that they 
covered a distinct bulge. She laid her hands along side it, as though 
holding it, for several seconds before she moved to slide my cutoffs 
down my legs. Less encumbered, my semi-erect penis tented my under 
shorts even more, her gaze still locked on it.

Slowly, hesitantly, she reached out again, to put her hands on my waist, 
her thumbs under the waistband of my under shorts. Her eyes stayed 
focused on where my penis stretched the material in front of her as she 
carefully moved to slide my under shorts down, too. I heard her breath 
catch as my penis came into view; a few moments later, I heard her soft 
gasp is it popped free. After that, it was only a few seconds before my 
shorts joined my cutoffs around my ankles.

Yet again, she reached out - only this time, the object of her desire 
was in plain view, and her hands found it readily enough. She lifted it 
slightly, examining it in minute detail even as it started to grow 
larger in her hand. She saw a drop of my pre-cum on the end, and 
tentatively stuck her tongue out to lick it off - then smiled when she 
found the taste still acceptable, if not pleasant.

Satisfied that I wasn't going to rush things, and that there weren't 
going to be any surprises, she leaned forward slightly and lifted my 
semi-erect penis enough to take the head of it in her mouth. She ran her 
tongue around the end of it, and smiling as she felt me growing even 
larger in her mouth. When I was almost completely hard, she tilted her 
head forward, taking a bit more of me into her warm, wet mouth - and 
causing me to gasp slightly. She looked up at me, her lips still wrapped 
around me, with a slight frown on her face; I could only smile at her 
and say "No, it didn't hurt - it feels pretty darn good, in fact!", and 
getting a smile in reply.

With the knowledge that what she was doing felt good to me, she 
gradually got more and more enthusiastic and active about what she was 
doing to me. At first, all she did was take as much of me between her 
lips as she could and caress me with her tongue; but it didn't take her 
long to start actually moving her lips up and down the length of me, and 
start actually sucking on me slightly. On her own, she discovered that 
leaving a film of her saliva on my erection made things easier for her 
(and better for me). In short order, she had me completely hard, 
savoring the way she used her mouth to excite and arouse me. As I felt 
myself getting close to my climax, she felt my balls tighten up in her 
hand. She released me just long enough to say "When you're ready to 
shoot, just let me know, okay?" - and accepted my gasped "oh, yeah!" 
before returning to her self-appointed task.

Finally, I could stand the pleasure of it any longer, and managed to 
exclaim "Diane! It's gonna happen!".

Even as I felt the first was of my jism leaving my balls, she pulled her 
head back so that only the end of my penis was between her lips; and as 
she felt it twitch, she sucked on me, as though that were the only way 
she was going to get the male nectar she wanted.

She continued to cup my balls in her hand as she sucked on me, even 
while I was filling her mouth with wad after wad of my hot semen - 
forcing her to swallow once when it started to force its way out of her 
mouth.

When she felt my twitches and spasms slow and soften, she swallowed the 
rest of my cum before using her tongue to make sure the head of my penis 
was well and truly cleaned of any residue. That done, she licked her 
lips to clean them, as well. She took my hand, and guided me to a 
sitting position on the tarp before turning to open the small bag she'd 
brought along. Inside, I found, she'd put a couple bottles of soda, 
still cold, judging from the condensation on them. Opening one, she 
handed it to me, then opened the other for herself. After we'd each 
taken a swallow, she leaned forward to kiss me on the lips, saying "I 
heard from some of the other girls in school that guys don't like to 
kiss them after they, uh, do what I just did."

"I appreciate the gesture, but it really wasn't necessary in MY case." I 
told her, putting my hand behind her neck and gently pulling her toward 
me for another kiss - one that ended only after I'd slid my tongue 
between her lips.

Satisfied that I wasn't grossed out by the idea of kissing her after 
she'd used her mouth on me, she gave me a shy grin. A moment later, she 
slowly and carefully moved to sit cross-legged in front of me. A quick 
scan revealed that she'd done it deliberately - leaving her pubes 
exposed to me, knowing that I would look at her, and finding the idea 
exciting. A further scan let me know that she was hoping that I'd do the 
same, because she wanted a little time to look at ME, in return: aside 
from our recent adventure at the stock tank, she felt that she really 
didn't *know* what a guy looked like.

Casually, I moved to follow her example, then started talking with her, 
as though there were nothing the slightest bit unusual about the 
situation. I thought that taking a casual approach to the whole thing 
would help her relax; after a couple minutes, I could see the tension in 
her start lessening. Still, I kept scanning her, and trying to guide her 
toward reducing her nervousness. After a while, one of my scans of her 
revealed that she was fairly fascinated by my penis - and that she was 
torn between a desire to be able to touch and examine it, and being 
afraid that I would say or do something to embarrass her if she said 
anything about it.

Attractive as she was sitting there across from me, I found myself 
wanting to get into her more and more, and finally figured that letting 
her check me out the way she wanted to would do wonders toward making it 
happen. I finally spoke up, asking her "Diane, we've only seen each 
other a little bit, between the water tank and here. How about if we 
take a little time to do that now?"

She looked surprised, but quickly nodded her head in agreement, saying 
"I, uh, know what you feel like, a little bit, but I'm *really* curious 
to see more, and really _find out_, you know?"

I smiled my understanding, and suggested "Then how about if we lay down 
on our sides, facing each other, your head toward my feet and my head 
toward yours? Then we can BOTH look, and if you want, we can even 
touch."

She gave me another shy grin, and said "Yeah, I'd like that. I'm kind of 
embarrassed about _you_ looking at _me_, but fair is fair. And, uh, 
touching is okay."

That said, she didn't hesitate to uncross her legs, and move to lie on 
her side. I mirrored her actions, so that in a few seconds, each of us 
was laying on our left side, facing each other. A little wiggling and 
adjustment, and each of us was facing the others pelvis. Diane reached 
out take my penis between two fingers, and I moved to put my left foot 
on the tarp, behind my leg, so that she had a clear view of - and ready 
access to - my penis. A moment later, she did the same, opening herself 
to my inspection.

What I found was a tuft of dark hair, somewhat short, that ran in a 
narrow strip from above her pubic bone to just past her opening, where 
it quickly faded away. Amidst her thatch, I could see the opening to her 
vagina, framed by a pair of thin lips, glistening with her wetness. I 
reached out to touch her bush, and found it to be incredibly thick, and 
soft. I'd found that some girls' pubic hair, though thick, was still 
sparse enough that I could see the skin underneath - something that 
simply wasn't going to happen with Diane; hers was simply too dark and 
dense. As an added benefit, its density and color made for a nice 
contrast with the pale pink of her inner lips, highlighting them, and 
the way they shined with her female oils. At the top of her cleft, I 
could see the nubbin of her clitoral hood - and close inspection showed 
that she was aroused enough that her clitoris itself was slightly 
visible, too.

Even as I felt Diane moving my penis and testicles around, I reached out 
for a tactile examination of HER intimate areas. She gasped slightly at 
my first contact, but didn't do anything to slow or impede my touch: if 
anything, her knees spread a bit wider, opening herself to me even more.

To avoid frightening her, my first touch had been on her mons, next to - 
but not touching - her opening or labia. But with the way her legs 
spread slightly, it didn't take me long to move my fingers. I slowly, 
softly drew my finger between her inner lips without pressing into her 
at all; my goal was to separate them more, and wet my finger with her 
fluids. I repeated my action, dipping *ever* so slightly further into 
her; then did it again, still deeper. The fourth time, I *ever* so 
slightly touched the muscles at her opening, and getting another gasp 
from her. I stopped to look at her, and she looked back before telling 
me "It's okay, Mike. It just felt good, is all" in reassurance.

Her cool hand and fingers were starting to have an effect on me, 
bringing me to semi-erectness; I scanned her quickly, and found that she 
was pleased with the effect she was having on me, and enjoyed the way I 
was touching HER. Satisfied that I wasn't going too quickly, and that 
what I was doing was having the desired effect, I went back to examining 
her womanhood again. Before long, I was easily caressing her labia, and 
running my finger between them to press slightly against the entrance to 
her vagina; her increasing arousal was evident from her ample 
secretions, and their heady aroma.

After only a few minutes, she had me nearly completely erect; and I'd 
aroused her to the point where I could easily see her clitoris under its 
hood at the top of her shiny, fully extended vaginal lips. At that 
point, I couldn't resist any longer, and leaned forward to do with my 
tongue what I'd only done with my finger up to that point: run it from 
bottom to top of her cleft, collecting her delicious nectar on my way 
toward caressing her clitoris with the end of my tongue. Her response 
was to moan in appreciation, and spread her legs even farther, giving me 
maximum access to her female essence.

It didn't take long before I was totally involved in sampling her 
delights: my tongue and lips were fully engaged in tasting and teasing 
any part of her womanly flower that I could reach, and even pressing my 
stiffened tongue into her opening to try and draw out as much of her 
oils as I could. In response, she went to work on my fully erect penis 
as though it were an ice-cream cone, licking and sucking on the head of 
it. I gradually reduced the focus of my ministrations until I was 
totally concentrated on her clitoris, trying to bring her to an orgasm 
before she got ME off again.

I made it - but just barely.

Even as I felt the first stirrings in my balls, her thighs clamped 
together on my head as she experienced the first wave of her release - 
and she released her hold on my erection as spasm after spasm passed 
through her, each one pushing a small wave of her oils onto my tongue 
even as the muscles of her opening clasped at it.

It must have been a full two minutes before the spasming and twitching 
in her body stopped, and she was able to open her eyes to look at me. 
Even gasping for breath as she was, I could see the pleasure and 
satisfaction in her face and eyes as I felt her thighs relax around my 
ears, freeing me to move up to lay next to her.

I took her into my arms, and she hugged me tightly as she buried her 
face in my shoulder. I could feel her warm breath on my skin as she 
panted her way back to coherence; only when her breathing had finally 
slowed did she raise herself up enough to give me a deep, passionate 
kiss on the lips before saying "Thank you, Mike! That was *incredible*! 
I've never had an orgasm like _that_."

I smiled at her, and said "I didn't do anything that you and Holly 
haven't done."

She blushed slightly, and said "Yeah, that's true - but with you, it was 
somehow..... *different*. Maybe just because I know you're a guy, and 
that you're actually going to make love to me."

I looked into her eyes, and asked "You're still sure that you want me to 
do that to you, then?"

"Even more now, than before. If you can make me feel that good doing 
what Holly and I do, then doing what YOU do can only be better. Besides, 
you were slow and gentle and patient enough that I *know* you'll be 
careful with me. Yeah, I want it to be you, and now."

With that last part, she rolled over onto her back, pulling me onto my 
side in the process. Looking up at me, she said "Definitely you. And 
most definitely NOW" before raising her knees and spreading her legs in 
open invitation.

I lowered my head to kiss her again, and as our tongues dueled in each 
other's mouths, my hand rested on her belly - only to be moved by her 
until it rested on her breast, which she pressed into my hand. Cupping 
it, I brushed my thumb across her nipple, and heard her groan in desire 
as it erected to a small pebble. I softly squeezed her firm breast, as 
though milking it, before moving my hand to do the same things to the 
other.

As we continued to kiss, my hand went back and forth from one to the 
other of her breasts, caressing and squeezing them, playing with her 
nipples. After a bit, I let my hand slowly drift down the front of her, 
caressing her skin on my way toward her pelvis - giving her yet another 
chance, and more time, to change her mind. I wanted her, badly; but not 
badly enough to willingly do *anything* to rush or hurt her.

When my hand finally reached her mons, she spread her legs even farther, 
and tilted her pelvis up as further encouragement for me to do with her 
as I wished. And what I wished was to carefully and slowly slide my 
finger between her labia, wetting it, so that I could continue on to 
press the end of it against her opening. When she felt me do that, she 
raised herself even more, pressing the entrance to her vagina against 
it.

Firmly, but gently, I pressed against her, both of us feeling it as my 
finger eased it's way inside her in stages: in a little, then back out 
to make sure it was thoroughly wetted with her oils before pressing back 
in again. In only a minute or so, my finger was deep inside her again: 
much faster, and much easier than it had gone in the first time, to the 
surprise and delight of both of us.

For several minutes, I softly made love to her with my finger, ignoring 
my dick's demands to take its place; she'd trusted me to do right by 
her, and I was damn well going to. Only when she was gasping and 
panting, and hunching herself up to take my extended finger inside did I 
feel comfortable that she was ready for more.

As I slid my finger out of her for the last time, she reached over to 
take my erection in her hand, and say "This. Now it's time for THIS. Do 
it. Make love to me. Make me a woman!"

I got onto my hands and knees, and moved between her spread thighs, 
easing my knees back. As she watched, I lowered myself until the head of 
my erection was touching her. She reached down between us to take me 
into her hand. Holding me firmly, she slowly moved my penis between her 
labia, thoroughly wetting the head with her fluids, before positioning 
me at her entrance. Only then did she look into my face to ask "This is 
my last chance, isn't it? To say 'no', I mean?"

I shook my head, and told her "No. You can stop me any time up to the 
point where we actually break your hymen."

She looked deep into my eyes, and asked "You would, wouldn't you? 
Actually stop now, I mean. Or even after you were inside me a little 
ways. Wouldn't you?"

"Yes."

She looked at me with something akin to awe, and said "Well, you won't 
get the chance. I'm too hot, and too ready, to stop. Do it." - and 
tilting her pelvis up to press herself against me.

With her holding me in position, all I had to do was press myself 
forward - and I did, with a firm but gentle pressure. I could feel her 
trying to open herself up to me, even as I could feel my penis sliding 
into her *ever* so slowly. Finally, though, it happened: the head of my 
erection slipped past the ring of muscle of her opening. I heard her 
gasp even as her eyes opened wide, and I immediately stopped.

After a moment, she said "Thanks. For stopping a moment. Geez, I thought 
your *finger* was big, the other day! Just give me a minute to get used 
to it, okay?"

"Take whatever time you need. I'll be right here.", I teased.

She grinned in reply, then got kind of a far-off look on her face. After 
a few moments, I could feel her muscles around my erection - I could 
tell that she was trying to learn to control, or at least relax, them. 
It didn't take her long, and I wasn't surprised when she finally told me 
"Okay, I'm ready. Keep going."

I slid myself back and forth in her slightly, trying to get her 
lubrication spread around a little before I started pushing myself into 
her again. With the biggest part of me inside her, it went a little 
easier for a while - every so often, I'd stop, and then pull out a 
little bit, to make sure we BOTH stayed wet enough. Finally, though, 
further progress was blocked by a thin bit of tissue: her maidenhead.

Both of us, of course, knew what the impediment was. She looked up at 
me, and said "Now what? This much feels good, but I want MORE, dammit."

"I've only heard of a couple ways of doing this. First one is we just 
kind of bump against it to see if it'll fall apart. Second one is to 
just keep pushing against it until it breaks. Last one is for me to back 
up a little bit, and just ram right through it. Your call."

"I don't think I like that last choice - it sounds like it would hurt 
too much. Let's try the first one, okay?"

"Your wish is my command!" I told her, getting a smile in return.

I eased myself out of her a little way, then pressed back in until I 
felt myself 'bump' against her cherry. She grimaced a little bit, and 
when she saw me looking at her in concern, told me "That was just 
uncomfortable, not painful, and that's okay. Keep going."

I quickly scanned her, and found that she'd told me the truth: the 
pulling sensation I'd caused in her hadn't hurt, it had just been new 
and different enough to be uncomfortable. But the scan of her gave me an 
idea that I quickly implemented.

I eased myself a little ways back again, but this time I stayed 
'inside' her with my mind as I pressed in again, so that I'd know 
*exactly* when to stop. Since I KNEW when she was uncomfortable, or in 
pain, I was able to push against her cherry only as hard and long as it 
didn't bother her. I did that a couple more times, then got an even 
better idea: that along with monitoring what she was feeling, I'd 
implant pleasant sensations from what I was doing. Essentially, anything 
other than when I was actually trying to get past her maidenhead would 
feel *good* to her - my thinking was that if she was aroused, she'd be 
more tolerant of the discomfort or pain that happened, letting us make 
more and faster progress. With that in mind, I quickly planted small 
seeds in her mind, and went back to trying to nudge her cherry out of 
our way.

After several more tries, I scanned her again, and found that my 
'suggestions' were taking effect: not only was she getting hotter and 
wetter from me sliding back and forth in her, but the impacts of my 
erection against her hymen were less and less noticeable to her. With 
that encouragement, I went back to monitoring her closely, and found 
that I was able to be more 'enthusiastic' about getting past her cherry 
without causing her any distress. In fact, it wasn't much longer before 
I felt myself bump up against it, then slide on past it - drawing a gasp 
from both of us at the sensation.

Diane got a Cheshire Cat smile on her face, and said "The deed is done. 
Now, FUCK me, Mike!"

"Yes, Ma'am. Right away, Ma'am.", I grinned at her, even as I slid 
myself out a little bit before pressing in again - only to feel it as I 
slid the rest of the way inside her, stopping only when our pubic hair 
merged.

I looked down at her, and saw the distracted look on her face as she 
muttered "DAMN, that feels good!"

I held myself still over her, waiting for her to let me know when she 
was ready to continue. Eventually, she 'came back' from wherever she'd 
been, and looked at me with a Mona Lisa smile, saying "This is 
*incredible*. I feel so *full*, and at the same time, I feel _complete_, 
like there was something missing before that I didn't know about. *NOW* 
I know what it means to be a WOMAN."

"Glad to be of service, Ma'am. Will there be anything else?", I teased.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, there is.", she replied, getting into the 
spirit. "I seem to have this _itch_, and I was hoping that you could 
scratch it for me with that *marvelous* device you have."

I flexed my erection in her, and saw her eyes widen in response before I 
asked "With that device, Ma'am?"

"Yes, yes, that's the one, my good fellow."

"And where might the itch be, Ma'am?"

"Why, it's right where you device is, sir. What good fortune! Perhaps 
you could start scratching, then?"

"Is it a small itch, Ma'am, or a large one?"

"Why, it seems to be a *very* large itch, sir. I expect that it will 
take quite a bit of scratching to make it feel better." 

"Yes, Ma'am. I can only hope that I'm 'up' for as much scratching as it 
takes."

She laughed at the joke, and said "My good man, I daresay you seem to be 
QUITE 'up' for it."

"Yes, Ma'am, thank you, Ma'am. Shall I get started, then?"

"Yes, please do!"

With that, I slid my erection back out of her, until only the head was 
inside. I paused a moment, then eased myself back into her, watching as 
her eyes widened as I again filled her - and even a bit further, when 
our pubic bones met, earning myself a deep-throated groan from her when 
it happened.

Over the next few minutes, I gradually increased the pace and force that 
I moved in her. As hot and tight and wet as she was, she felt truly 
incredible as she slid along the length of me. It was only through a 
combination of sheer willpower and good luck that I managed not to blow 
my load in her too quickly. The willpower was my own; the good fortune 
came when she had first one, then a little later, another, small 
orgasms. While they were happening, I was quite literally unable to move 
in her, she clamped down on me so tightly. And my not being able to move 
in her, I was able to push back my own climax a little longer each time.

For the next several minutes, we made love with each other - when I 
lowered my head to take first one, then the other, of her nipples into 
my mouth and suck on them, she raked her fingernails across my back in 
her passion. When I moved to kiss her shoulder and nibble on her 
earlobe, she responded by sinking her teeth into my shoulder as she 
grunted her arousal and pleasure.

As we made love, it got easier and easier for her - and as it got easier 
for her, she got more and more aroused. And with the increase in her 
arousal came a willingness to open herself to me, and what we were 
doing. By the time I felt her third orgasm approaching, she had drawn 
her knees up nearly to her breasts, and spread her legs as far as they 
would go, allowing me to penetrate her as far as I could. I was 
pistoning almost straight down into her, bumping against her clitoris 
with each inward motion, when I finally realized that I was going to 
climax, no matter what happened. I managed to gasp out that fact to her, 
and it only seemed to stimulate her even more, since she told me "Yes! 
Do it! I want to feel you shooting inside me!"

A minute or so later, I could feel myself hit the point of no return, 
and slowed to a steady, long thrusting that I knew would get me off as 
strongly as possible. Diane seemed to understand what I was doing, and 
slowed her motions a bit so that I was more in control of how quickly I 
climaxed. Finally, there was no holding back, and I pressed myself into 
her as deeply as I could as I felt the first spurt of my jism shoot out 
the end of my penis. She must have been able to feel it, because her 
eyes flew open in surprise, and I felt it as her third orgasm tightened 
her around me.

The spasming of her vagina around my penis served to make my climax even 
stronger as she milked me for every drop of semen I had. I was still 
mostly hard when I felt the last few drops draining into her, and I took 
the opportunity to slide myself in and out of her a couple of times - 
our combined juices provided enough lubrication to _just barely_ make it 
possible, working them into a milky foam that was forced into our pubic 
hair as the last of her orgasm washed through her. When it was over, she 
all but collapsed underneath me; I lowered myself to my knees and 
elbows, covering her, but without putting any weight on her.

After a few moments, her eyes opened up. When she saw me over her, she 
quickly threw her arms around me, hugging me fiercely. When she finally 
let go of me, it was only so she could start kissing me all over my face 
and shoulders as she exclaimed her pleasure and satisfaction with what 
we'd just done. Finally, she calmed down enough to lay back - and only 
then did she realized that I was still inside her, if not completely 
hard.

We stayed there like that for a couple of minutes, softly kissing each 
other every so often, until we felt my penis finally shrink enough to 
pull free of her - and releasing a small frothy flood.

With that, I moved to lay next to her as she pulled a small hand towel 
from the bag she'd brought along, using it to wipe up most of the 
results of our lovemaking. When she was satisfied with the cleanup 
effort - including wiping ME off - she carefully took out a couple more 
sodas (only cool after this much time), before putting the towel in the 
bag.

I moved to lean against a bale of hay, and Diane opened the sodas, 
giving one to me before moving to sit between my legs and leaning back 
against my chest. When she was in position, she pulled my free hand 
around her, so that my hand cupped her breast as she held it in place.

She rested her head on my shoulder as the two of us finished catching 
our breath, and re-hydrating ourselves. I couldn't help but tilt my head 
to give her an occasional small kiss on the top of her head as we 
rested; each time I did, she would hug my arm to her in response. I 
scanned her, and found that she had a deep, deep affection for me. I 
couldn't help examining my own feelings toward her, and realized - much 
to my surprise - that what I felt toward her was much the same; given 
the time and even a modicum of opportunity, what each of us felt would 
turn into a full-blown adult _love_.

We sat there for quite some time, simply content to *be* with each 
other, before Diane finally spoke, telling me "Thank you, Mike. I wanted 
my first time to be good, and you did that for me."

I could *feel* her smile as I said "I'm glad it worked out all right for 
you."

"It was better than 'all right'. It was _wonderful_ - I couldn't have 
dreamed that it would have turned out the way it did. You were as 
patient and gentle and caring as I ever wanted."

"It was my pleasure, I promise."

She giggled, and said "Yeah, I noticed that. But only after you made 
sure it was MY pleasure, too."

We sat there a couple more minutes before she asked "Mike, you really 
*are* okay with me and Holly, aren't you?"

"Sure, why not?"

"That we're both girls and she's your SISTER doesn't bother you at all, 
does it?"

"Not really. I know how good of friends you were before, remember? I 
know you're not going to do anything to hurt each other; and the two of 
you together is a safe way for you to get rid of your tensions and make 
each other happy. Beyond that, I don't see that it's much of my 
business."

"Yeah, but even when you've seen us kiss and touch each other, you've 
never said or done anything, one way or the other. Why?"

"Pretty simple. I'm not going to put you down because I don't see it as 
a bad thing. I'm not going to cheer you on, because I don't want you to 
think that I'm trying to get involved."

"Would you?"

"Would I what?"

"Get involved."

I have to admit that the idea of watching the two of them - never mind 
actually participating - turned me on; something that Diane must have 
felt pressing against her back, because she exclaimed "You would! You 
would like to get involved!"

"Hold it, timeout. Wait just a darn minute."

"What?" she demanded, somewhat indignantly.

"Okay, yes, the idea of watching you two has a certain appeal" - "I can 
tell!", she exclaimed, before giggling - "just like it would for most 
guys: the idea of watching two women making love is pretty erotic. Where 
I've got a problem is getting involved. I mean, you're one thing, but 
Holly is my *sister* - my _younger_ sister. Granted that she's cute as 
hell, and sexy to boot, but she's still family. I don't know if I could 
get past that, or not." Okay, I was lying. I'd jump Holly as fast as I 
had Diane, given the right circumstances. But it Simply Wouldn't Do to 
have Diane know how easy I'd be.

"You think Holly is cute, and sexy?"

"Of course."

"But what about her being family?"

"I'm her brother. That doesn't mean I'm not a guy, or that I'm dead!", I 
answered.

"I can vouch for both of those last items!", she teased.

With that, she seemed to realize where we were, and what we'd been doing 
- and that the clock had been ticking the whole time. She turned 
slightly to look at me before saying "As nice as it is to just sit here 
with you, I think we'd better get going.  I know Holly will distract 
Aunt Paula as long as she can, but the two of them WILL be back here 
before long - and I think WE need to clean up a bit before they do!"

"You're right" I sighed.

That settled, the two of us got up and got our things together - Diane 
repacked the bag she'd brought up, and I re-folded the tarp. Neither of 
us bothered to get dressed after Diane pointed out that if we did, the 
clothes would probably smell, and give us away, just as changing clothes 
would.

Naked, we made our way back to the house, then on into the bathroom. 
There, I grabbed a quick shower, careful not to get my hair wet in case 
Aunt Paula came home before it dried. Once out of the shower, I quickly 
dressed as Diane got started on hers - but only after she and I 
exchanged kisses and a little mutual groping. As she washed, I quickly 
cleaned out the bag she'd had: a container of baby oil and one of sun 
block replaced the empty soda bottles, and the used hand towel went 
inside a pair of dirty pants in the gym bag I'd brought my clothes in. 
It was one that we'd brought from my folks house, so Aunt Paula wouldn't 
have any cause to miss it.

I stuck my head in the bathroom to tell Diane what I'd done - caught her 
stark naked as she was drying off, though she didn't mind - then it was 
back out to the porch. There, I picked up my book, and started reading 
where I'd left off - as opposed to the couple of chapters before that 
that I'd had open for Aunt Paula.

When Diane came out, she saw that I had a little bruise on my shoulder 
where she'd bitten me while we were making love. I looked around, and 
saw the perfect excuse for a bruise: a couple lengths of steel pipe that 
Uncle Jack had been meaning to move. I went over and managed to haul 
them into the barn and put them where he wanted them. When I was done, 
Diane asked me what I'd done it for. I explained that having a couple of 
fifteen-foot lengths of steel pipe on my shoulder was perfectly 
reasonable explanation for having a small bruise there. She grinned, and 
said "Yeah - but I'd better learn to be more careful when we get back 
home!"

Our bases covered, and everything put away, we went back to the house to 
sit on the porch. I went back to my book, and Diane started on a 
magazine while listening to a radio with headphones on. It wasn't twenty 
minutes later that Aunt Paula came home to find us on opposite ends of 
the porch, each apparently in our own world. Both of us quickly went to 
help her with the groceries and such; I was careful to mark my place in 
my book with a bookmark that made it clear that I'd been reading the 
whole time.

As we carried things in for Aunt Paula while she put them away, Holly 
kept looking at the two of us for some clue as to what - if anything - 
had happened while she was gone. Diane finally just nodded to her; when 
Holly looked at me with a big grin on her face, I just looked at her as 
though to say "Cool it, or you'll give us away" - and wiping the grin 
off her face.

When things were put away, I picked up my book while Holly and Diane 
headed off to one of the stock tanks - to talk about what Diane and I 
had done, of course.

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Part 2


School started again just a couple of weeks after we got home from Uncle 
Jack and Aunt Paula's farm. When Mom and Dad came to pick us up, Uncle 
Jack told them about my idea for stacking the hay, and how the other 
farmers in the area had responded to it - earning me a look of pride 
from Mom, and another one from Dad that I couldn't figure out.

With the start of school, and the start of my Senior year, I had ample 
opportunity to re-acquaint myself with most of the girls that I'd dated 
the previous school year. Diane still came over to visit Holly, and the 
three of us still had fun - more when our folks weren't home. Diane and 
I were a lot more relaxed around each other - kissing, hugging, being in 
varying states of (un)dress, and so on. It was coming up on Halloween 
when Holly asked me if I could drive her someplace after school the next 
afternoon, a Wednesday. I didn't have anything planned, so I said I'd do 
it, figuring that she just wanted to go to the mall, or something.
 
The next afternoon, she was waiting for me at my car when I got out of 
class. We both got in, and after I got the car started, I asked her 
"Where to?"

She responded by telling me to head for the intersection of a couple of 
streets. Slightly confused, I put the car in gear, and headed out. As we 
got closer, I could sense that she was getting more and more nervous - I 
scanned her and was surprised to find out that where we were actually 
going was a small strip mall a short distance from the intersection 
she'd given me - and more specifically, the family planning clinic IN 
the mall. And the purpose? So she could get fitted with an IUD! Holly 
had found a place that would let her get started on birth control!

To try and get some communication going with her, I asked her "So, where 
we going, exactly? Or did you join the police force when no one was 
looking, and you're starting your new job of directing traffic?"

Not even smiling, she responded by telling me "Um, we're not actually 
going to Baldur and Hayes. It's just that the place I'm going to is near 
there."

"And where might that be?"

"There's a mini-mall a couple blocks down the street, on Hayes. That's 
where I'm headed."

"Okay", I answered, willing to give her a little more time to tell me 
what was going on.

A couple minutes later, she finally spoke up, telling me "Uh, Mike?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm actually going to the clinic there."

"Clinic?"

"Yeah. A family planning clinic."

"And you're going there because......"

"Because I want to start using birth control."

"And they're going to do what? Fix you up with a prescription for the 
Pill, or something?"

"Or something. I can't get the Pill because I'm still underage; at 
least, I can't get it without letting Mom or Dad know. But I can get 
started with an IUD without their permission."

"And what brought all this on?"

"You. And Diane."

"How so?"

She looked at me like I'd just wet myself, and said "After the two of 
you were, uh, together at the farm, Diane told me what it was like for 
her, and how good it made her feel. I had already been thinking about 
what sex might be like, but I knew I wasn't really *ready* for it when 
the two of you, you know....."

"So, what, you're feeling left out or something?"

"No, not that - I still have fun with her, and you're as nice to me as 
you've always been. It's just that I've been thinking about it more and 
more, and I want to be sure I'm ready - I mean, protected - when I 
finally DO decide I'm ready to start having sex. You know Mom and Dad 
would have kittens if they thought I was even *thinking* about sex, so I 
couldn't ask them about the Pill. I checked around, and the next best 
thing is an IUD. An IUD I *can* get without their permission."

"And you know the Pill and IUDs and how they work?"


"Sure. The Pill changes my hormones a little to make my body think I'm 
*already* pregnant, so that I can't GET pregnant. I'd take one every day 
of my period. An IUD is a little device that goes inside me, and does 
what the Pill does, only without chemicals by just BEING there."

That sounded pretty close to what I'd heard about them, so I let it go, 
and asked "So why are you doing this at a clinic, instead of the 
doctor's office?"

Again with the look, before she answered me by saying "Because the 
Doctor would probably tell Mom or Dad, even if he DID fix me up with 
one. The clinic I'm going to, they don't tell parents as long as the 
girl is sixteen - which I was a couple weeks ago, when I set up the 
appointment."

She'd definitely thought this through, and seemed to have a pretty good 
idea of what she was doing, and why.

"So you're getting set up with birth control _before_ you need it? As 
in, you haven't yet?"

"Yes, Mike, I'm still a virgin. But not for much longer, I think."

"Sounds like you've got somebody in mind."

"I do."

"Anybody I know?"

"Yeah. But I'm not ready to talk about it yet, okay?"

"Okay, I won't push. Just do me a favor and make sure first, right?"

"Oh, I will - I know I'm not ready to actually *do* it, yet; just that 
I'm ready to be ready, if that makes sense."

By this time, we'd gotten close to where she wanted to go; with a little 
direction from her, it was only a couple more minutes before I pulled 
into the parking lot and found a space that was reasonably out of the 
way. The clinic did their part by having their 'main' entrance at the 
side of the building, where it was somewhat concealed by shrubbery. All 
very discrete.

As Holly started to get out of the car, I asked her "Do I need to go in 
with you? Or should that be do you WANT me to go in with you?"

She smiled, and said "No, in either case - but thanks for the offer. 
I've got the payment, and you're the ride they told me I'd want when 
they were done, so that's about got it covered. They said I'd be in 
there for half an hour to an hour, so if you want to get a drink or 
something to eat, you've got some time."

"I'll just wait here, then. If I go someplace and come back, that just 
increases the chance someone will notice me, or us."

She smiled again, and nodded, before heading into the clinic. I sat 
outside, reading one of my homework assignments, until I heard footsteps 
approaching. When I looked up, I saw that it was Holly, walking a bit 
unsteadily to the car.

When she got in, she saw that I was looking at her uncertainly. 
Realizing my concern, she just laughed a little, and said "No, I'm fine; 
everything went just the way they said it would. I'm just feeling a 
little sore from the procedure. They said to take it easy tonight, that 
I'd be fine in the morning; and that I shouldn't get too active for the 
next couple of days."

By the time I got us home, Mom had gotten home from the volunteer work 
she did at a local charity; she saw Holly walking funny, and immediately 
wanted to know what was wrong. Holly just told her that she'd stumbled 
on the stairs at school, and had twisted her knee a little, and that 
she'd be fine in the morning, she was sure. Since her knee obviously 
wasn't swollen, it couldn't have been *too* bad, Mom was thinking when I 
scanned her. She wasn't happy about it, but - with my help - content to 
accept Holly's explanation. Supper that night was served in the family 
room, on trays, so that Holly didn't have to get up and move around any 
more than necessary.

Sure enough, the next morning, Holly was moving around, apparently fine. 
Only my scan of her revealed that there was still a little soreness that 
she was covering up so the rest of us wouldn't worry.

The following Saturday, Diane came over as usual. Dad was off to do some 
charity golf thing, and Mom was going with him for moral support: Dad 
wasn't that good of a golfer, even in the best of times, and needed her 
there to keep him steady.

I was taking a nap on my bed at the time, and was surprised when I woke 
up to find a naked Diane straddling my hips. I immediately started to 
get hard, which tented the cutoff sweats I was wearing - pressing them 
against Diane's crotch.

I looked at her and raised an eyebrow in question; she answered by 
telling me "Holly's still a little sore inside, and she doesn't think 
that we should, uh, *do* anything for a couple more days. I'm feeling 
_really_ frisky, so she said I should come on in here and see if you 
could take care of me, instead. So here I am!", with a big grin on her 
face.

I smiled back, and started to move so I could reach up and touch her, 
but she just held me still and said "Huh-uh. You just lay there, and let 
me do the work - you did it all the first time, so now it's up to me."

I nodded my acceptance, and she released me before moving down my legs a 
little bit so she could start pulling my sweats down. When she got them 
far enough that my cock popped free, her eyes got wide for a moment 
before she tugged on them again to try and get them lower. I lifted my 
hips to help her, and even as she tugged them down my thighs, her eyes 
were following the sway of my mostly-erect penis. She licked her lips in 
anticipation of what was coming (pardon the pun), and when she had my 
sweats down far enough to not be in her way, she turned them loose so 
she could take hold of my erection. Her eyes on mine, she grinned as she 
lowered her head to wrap her lips around me, taking nearly half my 
length in her mouth before she started dancing her tongue around the 
head, and along it's length. It took only a few seconds of that (!!) 
before I was completely hard.

After a few more moments, she lifted her head - releasing me with a 
faint 'pop' - and looked up at me with a big grin on her face.

I grinned back, and said "I'd like to do you, too!", and her grin got 
even bigger before she started moving herself off my legs.

In short order, I had a clear view of her labia, which were slightly 
separated and obviously wet with her arousal. Even as she lowered her 
head to start sucking on me again, I was raising MY head to slip my 
tongue between the gates to her womanhood - and hearing her soft moan of 
pleasure as I did.

It took me only a second to collect some of her sweet, tangy nectar 
before I eased my tongue between her inner lips on my way to her 
clitoris. When I got there, I gently took it between my lips to hold it 
steady as I rapidly fluttered my tongue across it's surface - and 
drawing a deep groan of arousal from her in response.

As I continued to tease her clit, Diane went to work on my erection: 
holding the base of it steady with her hand, she used her lips to nibble 
at me, taking soft 'bites' across the entire surface of my erect penis. 
That done, she used the very tip of her tongue to wet it with her saliva 
before taking me into her mouth again - and surprising me by lowering 
her head far enough that I felt the head of my erection press briefly 
against the back of her throat before she raised her head again. She 
patently didn't have much in the way of experience giving blowjobs, but 
she more than made up for it in enthusiasm and willingness to learn, and 
experiment. Every time she did something that got a positive reaction 
from me, she'd repeat it a few times, as though practicing a new lesson.

For my part, I simply took my time trying to bring her as much pleasure 
as I could - helped considerably by my ability to scan her to find out 
what worked fastest and best on her. Between softly sucking on her 
vaginal lips - separately, and together - and simply licking at the 
entrance to her vagina as though it were an ice-cream cone, it didn't 
take long before I had a steady trickle of her essence leaking onto my 
tongue, it's pleasant odor filling my nose.

What she was doing to me felt great, but a scan of her showed that she 
wanted us to make love - and that starting with her on top of me was 
only the beginning. I also found that she again wanted me to climax 
first, so that I would be able to make love to her for as long as 
possible - she had a number of things in mind for us to do.

Willing (!) to let her have her way, I re-applied myself to bringing her 
as much pleasure as she was giving me. In only a couple of minutes, I 
had her panting around my erection, which she was rhythmically sucking 
on, in time with sliding her tongue around it's head. For my part, I had 
fastened my mouth over the opening to her vagina, and was softly sucking 
on it as I used my stiffened tongue to penetrate her as far as I could.

She finally shifted over to simply sucking on my saliva-slickened penis 
as she slowly bobbed her head up and down, almost literally fucking me 
with her mouth; from the way my balls tightened in her hand, she knew 
she was having the desired effect. My response was to shift my mouth 
down slightly, so that my lower lip was able to softly stroke across her 
clit as I continued to penetrate her with my tongue in time with what my 
lip was doing. Her reaction was to arch her back, giving me a better 
angle, so that I could penetrate her a little deeper.

Somehow or other, we got into synch with each other - matching each 
other's actions stroke for stroke, penetration for penetration: even as 
I felt her lips sliding down my erection, my tongue was slipping into 
her warm, tight vagina. A quick scan of her revealed that she found the 
situation as exciting and erotic as I did; with us feeding off each 
other like that (pun intended!), it didn't take much longer before both 
of us reached our release.

Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer; and launched spurt after spurt 
of my semen into Diane's eagerly sucking mouth, feeling it as she 
greedily swallowed it nearly as fast as I could give it to her. I say 
_nearly_ as fast, because as I felt the last couple of small wads leave 
me, I could feel the sensation of a small trickle of my cum making it's 
way down my softening penis. Diane wasn't one to let it go to waste, 
though - after she'd swallowed what was left in her mouth, she released 
me from her lips so that she could begin cleaning me off with her 
tongue.

As she was doing that, I was able to go back to being the bee tending 
her womanly flower - and even as she was finishing up her cleanup of my 
wilted member, I could hear her breath quicken in time with what I was 
doing to her: lapping up the ample supply of her inner oils, pulling on 
her labia with my lips, and fluttering across her clitoris with my 
tongue. Finally, I heard her deep-throated groan as her vaginal entrance 
began clutching at my buried tongue. As her spasms passed through her, I 
used my lip to press against her clitoris, drawing out her release.

When her orgasm finally ended, Diane started to lower herself onto me; 
but I quickly guided her around so that she was laying next to me, so I 
could hold her.

She put an arm across my chest, to match the leg she laid across my 
lower belly; I could feel her firm breasts and hard nipples pressing 
into my side, along with the feel of her soft bush brushing against my 
hip. I slipped my arm around her, and she lay her head on my shoulder.

We lay there like that for several minutes, catching our breath, simply 
content to *be* with each other. 

It was maybe 20 minutes later that I felt Diane's hand start exploring, 
starting with my pectorals, then on to my abdomen. There, she drew 
little designs on my belly, always ending them by tracing her fingertip 
to my navel. When she tired of that, she slid her leg off me so she'd 
have room to play with my pubic hair for a little bit before moving on 
to tracing the outlines of the muscles in my thighs by drawing her 
fingertips up toward my slowly-inflating penis.

Eventually, she had mercy on me, and took me into her hand. She 
alternated between slowly and softly masturbating me, and using her 
fingertips to lightly trace my steadily increasing dimensions. When she 
was finally satisfied with her handiwork, she moved on top of me, her 
knees on each side of me by my hips, her breasts pressing into my chest. 
Raising herself up slightly, she used her nipples to trace parallel 
designs on my chest - I could feel them hardening again as she did. 
After a few seconds of that, she also started hunching her pelvis, 
rubbing the outside of her vagina against my penis, which was now almost 
completely hard. It took only a few such passes before I could feel her 
oils being spread along the underside of my erection, making her actions 
even easier - and more pleasant - for both of us. Along with the feeling 
of her sliding along my penis from balls to head, I could easily detect 
the delightful aroma of her arousal.

She was panting slightly when I felt her raise her hips again, letting 
my erect penis move from between us to point toward the ceiling. When it 
had cleared her mons, she again lowered herself, then scooted back so 
that the top of my hardness was pressing against her labia. She again 
started rubbing herself against it, spreading her ample juices along my 
length, and teasing us both into even greater levels of arousal.

When she was satisfied that she'd wetted me down enough for her needs, 
she raised herself up so that she was crouching above my hips. She took 
my hands and put them on her breasts, encouraging me to play with them; 
I gently pinched her nipples between a couple of fingers. She put a hand 
on my chest, raised herself up, and took me into her hand before guiding 
the head of my slickened penis to the opening to her vagina.

Her eyes locked on mine, and our gaze never broke as she slowly lowered 
herself onto me, taking my entire length in a single, smooth motion. 
Only when her wonderfully smooth, firm, asscheeks were settled on my 
thighs did she stop - and only then did she close her eyes as a look of 
delighted satisfaction cross her face.

Her eyes stayed closed, and she stayed still above me, for perhaps a 
couple of minutes as I continued to play with her breasts: gently 
squeezing them, caressing them, teasing her already erect nipples. I 
couldn't help but be fascinated by the way her nipples stuck out like 
little volcanoes in the dark circles of her areolas - which were, 
themselves, tight and erect.

Eventually, her eyes opened, and again her gaze locked with mine as she 
began moving herself over me - not vertically, but horizontally, as she 
experimented with finding out how I felt inside her, and how she could 
make that feeling change. Too, I could feel her again learning some 
control over her internal muscles as she would tighten around me 
completely; then the tightness of her shifting in varying degrees and 
directions as she experimented with what she was learning.

As she learned what she wanted to know, Diane was also doing wonders to 
stimulate me, getting me as hard as I'd ever felt - but because she 
wasn't actually moving around me, I wasn't being stimulated _too_ much: 
she was making, and keeping, me hard, but not so much that I was moving 
toward a climax. All in all, it was a *most* pleasant and novel 
experience - but I have to admit that I was happy when she called an end 
to her lessons, and went back to pleasing herself - and me.

She gradually started raising herself above me, letting my erect penis 
slide out of her womanhood, until the ring of her vaginal entrance was 
secured around the glans. She paused there for several seconds before 
lowering herself again, her face radiant as she clearly delighted in the 
feeling of having me fill her again. Only when she was again seated on 
my 'lap' did she say anything to me: "After that first time, I was a 
little sore - you know, inside - the next day. But even the *soreness* 
felt kind of good; it was a reminder to me of how good it felt to have 
you inside me, and that I was a WOMAN. Ever since then, I've wanted to 
find a reason for us to do this again. But I didn't want to do anything 
to hurt Holly, either. I didn't think it would look good if I came over 
here just to see you, so that meant that I could only really be here 
with Holly - and I don't want to make her feel like she's being left out 
of anything by spending time with you when I could be with her."

I could only respond by telling her "I understand. Holly's your best 
friend. I was happy to have our time on the farm; I really didn't expect 
anything more."

She smiled at me, then tightened herself around me, before answering "I 
know - that's part of why I didn't worry about it too much: I *knew* 
that you wouldn't be pushy about it, or expect anything more from me. 
But I want you to know that *I* want us to be together more. You're 
patient and gentle, and you're willing to let me move only as fast as 
I'm comfortable with, and that means a LOT to me - and makes me want to 
learn all about this making love stuff with _you_."

My hands had been resting on her thighs, but I reached up to cup her 
breasts again, and started playing with them. Her eyes closed, and she 
leaned forward slightly, pressing her breasts into my hands. She went on 
to hold them there as she again raised, then lowered, herself on my 
erection several times - each a little faster than before.

As she got more and more into impaling herself on me, I let my hands 
slide off her breasts and down onto her thighs, softly stroking them as 
I watched the slight gentle swaying of her breasts as she moved. Looking 
at where we were joined, I could see her erect clitoris peeking at me 
from between her glistening labia. I carefully reached between us, and 
extended my finger so that her clitoris would brush across it each time 
she raised and lowered herself - something that stimulated and pleased 
her tremendously, judging from the gasps and moans that she started 
making.

After a couple more minutes, she cupped her own breasts, using her 
fingers to twist and pull on her nipples as she started all but slamming 
herself down on me. From the blush on her face and shoulders, I knew 
that she was completely aroused; the fluttering of her vagina around my 
penis told me that she wasn't far from orgasm. Another minute or so, and 
I could tell that she was getting close - VERY close; but I could also 
tell that she was starting to get a little tired, too. To help her 
along, I kept my hand against her mons, fluttering my fingertip across 
her clitoris. With that added stimulation, it took her only another 
minute or so before she tightened around me as she slammed herself down 
on me even as the first wave of her orgasm washed over her. I continued 
to stimulate her clitoris in time with the contractions I could feel, 
stretching her release out as much as I could.

As her climax tapered off, she was again able to speak to me, saying 
"Oh, GOD, that felt good!", followed a moment later by "You didn't 
shoot, did you? I want to feel you shoot your stuff in me!"

Tired from her efforts, she leaned forward, her hands on each side of 
me, resting on her arms. I gladly took the opportunity to lift my head 
and start licking her breasts, and sucking on her nipples. She moaned 
deep in her throat, and said "I mean it. I want to feel you cum in me."
 
I watched as her left nipple snapped back into place when I released it 
from my lips, and told her "I think you're a little tired. How about if 
I make love to you, now?"

She grinned, and said "Sounds good to me. But I want to do something 
different. I've heard about 'doggie style', and I know that's when 
you're behind me. I want to try it."

"My pleasure!", I assured her, earning myself another grin before she 
replied "I'll bet!"

We stayed together - her on top of me, my penis buried in her - for 
another minute before she finally eased herself off of me, and moved to 
kneel next to me. I quickly got onto my knees as well, and the two of us 
shared a deep, passionate kiss and hug with my glistening penis trapped 
between us. She eventually pulled back from me, then moved to her hands 
and knees, facing away from me slightly. I moved behind her, and paused 
to marvel at the way the globes of her ass flowed so smoothly from her 
hips and waist, and on down to her legs - truly, it was in inspirational 
sight.

She looked over her shoulder at me, questioningly, and I could only tell 
her the truth: "DAMN, but you look good from this angle!" - and earning 
myself a smile before she said "Yeah, fine, thanks. Now, would you stick 
that thing in me before I go crazy?"

I smiled back, and moved forward until the head of my erection was 
caressing her exposed vaginal lips. To my surprise, she reached down 
between her legs, using her fingers to separate her inner lips, opening 
herself up to me. I took myself in hand, and guided the still-slick head 
of my penis to her entrance. I pressed forward slightly, and felt the 
head slip past her opening; with me firmly in place, she moved her hand 
back to the bed to steady herself. I let go of my hard-on, and put both 
hand on her hips to hold her steady as I pressed myself into her in a 
single stroke, stopping only when I felt the soft but dense growth of 
her pubic hair grazing my balls.

Looking down, I could see past the dark crinkle of her anus, to where 
her vaginal lips bracketed the little bit of my erection that wasn't 
inside her. I watched as they clasped at me, seeming to stretch slightly 
as I eased my penis about halfway out of her. Then, as I pushed forward 
again, I lost sight of them as they disappeared behind the dark cloud of 
her bush.

The feeling of her hot, wet tunnel was incredible - whether she was 
doing it on purpose or not, I could feel her internal muscles tightening 
around me in different ways and different places. I held myself in her 
for a few seconds, savoring the feelings she was generating before I 
slid myself out again, only to bury myself in her a few moments later.

In only a minute or so, I had started moving in her in a steady, smooth 
rhythm. The pace and force I was using - and the feeling of her wet, 
tight, and HOT vagina around me - was more than enough to keep me hard, 
but still without stimulating myself too much. As I was pistoning in and 
out of her, I took the opportunity to do a scan, and found that I was 
steadily moving her toward another orgasm - one that promised to be even 
bigger than what she'd just experienced. Happy to know that I was 
pleasing her as much as I was, I simply kept going; and was rewarded 
several minutes later by the feeling of her tightening around me again 
as she gave a deep groan of release. By this time, she was wet enough 
that I was able to keep stroking in her, and thanks to another scan of 
her, doing so in time with the spasms she was experiencing.

By the time it was over for her, the fluttering and clenching of her 
vagina around me hard-on had been enough to push me a considerable way 
toward my own climax. When I reached down, and around, to hold her 
breasts, a drop of sweat fell onto her back; she looked over her 
shoulder at me again, and asked "You want me to do it, now?"

I managed to gasp out that I'd appreciate that very much, and she nodded 
her acceptance. I regretfully let her move forward enough to let my 
erection slip free with a soft, wet noise. She quickly turned around, 
and guided me to a sitting position, so that I was resting against the 
headboard of my bed. Then she moved over my lap, her back to my chest, 
holding my slick erection steady as she lowered herself onto it again. 
With her facing away from me, it was much easier for me to reach around 
her and hold her breasts in my hands, feeling their weight shift as she 
slowly bounced up and down on my lap. I scanned her again, and knew that 
she was on her way toward another orgasm - and that me unloading my 
semen in her would trigger it.

It took a couple minutes, but she gradually got the hang of manipulating 
her internal muscles while she was moving over me - she would 
deliberately relax herself as she lowered herself, only to tighten up 
and hold on to me when she raised herself up again. Between that, and 
the way she would lightly scratch across my scrotum with her 
fingernails, it wasn't long until I felt the stirring in my balls that 
meant relief was on the way.

When I felt myself getting close, I released one of her breasts so that 
I could reach down and start playing with her clitoris - which only 
served to motivate her to doing more to stimulate ME. In short order, my 
balls tightened up, and I pressed myself into her as far as I could 
while I hosed her insides with what felt like gallons of my semen. That, 
and my finger on her clit, was enough to push HER over the edge, as 
well, and she literally screamed her release as her hot sheath tightened 
down, then started milking me as the waves of her release washed through 
her.

As her orgasm tapered off, she leaned back against my chest. I put my 
arms around her to hold her as she caught her breath, and she rested her 
head on my shoulder - then put her hands on my arms, holding them.

Both of us were basking in the glow with our eyes closed when we heard 
Holly's voice say "That has GOT to be the most erotic, most _beautiful_ 
thing I ever hope to see!"

I opened my eyes to see Holly standing in the doorway to my room, all 
but staring at where Diane and I were resting - and more specifically, 
where we were still joined. Wearing only a pair of VERY sheer, *very* 
brief panties, she was a vision of loveliness: medium-sized breasts, 
firm, set high on her chest; smooth skin, without blemish; her small, 
dark red bush clearly visible behind the nearly transparent material of 
her panties which were almost molded to her mons - even to the point of 
revealing her cleft.

I felt Diane stir slightly in my arms before she said "Well, don't just 
stand there - c'mere and give me a kiss!"

Holly dragged her eyes up from where they were focused, and blushed 
slightly when she realized we knew where she'd been looking. After a 
moment's hesitation, she moved forward, stopping when she was standing 
by the side of my bed. She leaned over to kiss Diane, and started 
slightly when Diane reached up to cup one of her breasts. As they 
kissed, I could feel myself responding to the sight, but kept my face 
impassive when their kiss broke, and Holly looked at me. Seeing my 
_apparent_ indifference, she hesitantly reached out to put her hand over 
one of Diane's breasts, and the two of them started kissing again - 
causing me to react even more. I knew Diane could feel it when she 
slowly wiggled her cute butt in my lap in response.

When their kiss finally ended, Diane asked "As nice as that was, what 
brought you in here?"

Holly just laughed, and said "I heard *somebody* screaming. At first, I 
thought something had happened, and went to see what it was. When I got 
to the door, and saw you two, I knew what it was." - the last with a big 
grin on her face.

Holly's eyes dropped to where I was still inside Diane - mostly soft, 
but still inside. Diane saw where she was looking, and asked "Holly, do 
you want to look closer? I mean, *really* look?"

Holly blushed furiously, but quietly nodded, and Diane told her "Go 
ahead, then. *I* don't mind, and if Mike did, I'm sure he would have 
said or done something by now."

Still a little red from her embarrassment, Holly carefully climbed onto 
my bed, and moved to where she could get a clearer view between Diane's 
legs. After looking for a couple of minutes, and even moving her head 
around for different views, I saw her hand move. Diane must have seen 
it, too, and told her "If you want to touch, it's okay with me. Just 
don't do anything to make Mike pull out of me - I still have his stuff 
in me."

Holly's eyes got wide at that news, but she didn't say anything; opting, 
instead, to reach out and touch us.

Holly must have contacted Diane's clitoris first, because I felt Diane 
twitch *ever* so slightly in my arms as her breath caught in her throat.

I could feel slight changes in pressure as Holly carefully prodded 
Diane's pubis; I finally told her "Holly, it's okay to touch me, too, if 
you want. Just be careful, like Diane said." Again, Holly blushed, but 
nodded her head in understanding; a few moments later, I felt the 
lightest possible touch of her fingers on the base of my penis.

Several minutes went by with Diane and I sitting there as Holly quietly 
did a tactile exam of our union. A couple of times, Holly asked Diane a 
question, nodding slightly at the answer. Only when she was satisfied 
did she sit up again, blushing slightly when she saw us looking at her.

I scanned Holly, and found that she was most definitely excited - not 
just by the sight of Diane and I together, but by the fact that it was 
*me* she had been looking at, and touching.

Holly looked at Diane and asked "You really like having him in you like 
that?"

"Sure. Even though he's not hard or anything, I can still feel him 
there, and it feels good."

"And you like having his, uh, stuff in you?"

"Now, not so much, but a little, yeah. I like it most when I feel him 
squirting it inside me. I know when he's doing it because it feels so 
hot, and makes me feel even wetter inside."


"What... What did you do?" Holly asked, moving to sit cross-legged - 
unconsciously giving Diane and I a clear view of her parted labia. I 
wasn't real certain, but I *thought* I could see a slight difference in 
the color of her panties - as though they were damp.

Diane answered Holly's question by saying "Well, when I came in here, he 
was asleep, so I just took off my clothes and climbed onto the bed with 
him. When I got on top of him, he woke up and saw me. He started to get 
hard, and I could feel it inside his pants, kind of pushing against me, 
you know, *there*. He wanted to move, to touch me, but I had him wait 
while I pulled his pants down until I could use my mouth on him. After I 
did that a little bit, he wanted to do the same thing to me, and it felt 
*wonderful* - it made me *so* excited!"

Holly's eyes were wide at the idea that Diane and I had used our mouths 
on each other, but she nodded for Diane to continue.

"We kept doing that to each other until he shot his stuff in my mouth" - 
"He *did*?!" Holly asked, amazed - and getting a nod in response before 
Diane went on "and when he was done, he used his mouth on me again until 
*I* had an orgasm. When it was over, I wanted to lay down, but Mike 
pulled me around so I could lay next to him. After a little bit, I was 
ready again, and I started playing with him. When he started to get hard 
again, I got on top of him again and started rubbing myself against it. 
It felt _so_ good, and made him even harder. Finally, I got on top of 
him, and put him inside me. I played around a little bit, finding out 
what I could do, inside. I could feel him getting even HARDER when I was 
doing that! He started playing with my tits then, and that started 
getting ME hot. When I couldn't stand it any more, I started moving on 
him, and it felt *SO* good to feel him sliding in and out of me!"

Holly got an envious look on her face as Diane continued "I was getting 
close to an orgasm again, but I was getting tired, too - and Mike just 
started playing with my clit, until I had my orgasm. When it was over - 
it took longer cause HE kept playing with my clit! - he knew I wanted to 
make love some more, and he had me get on my hands and knees, and did me 
from behind; you know, 'doggie style'. It felt great, and I had 
_another_ orgasm, and he STILL didn't shoot his stuff in me, except for 
that first time when I used my mouth on him. After my orgasm, I saw that 
he was hot and sweaty, so I had him lay back like he is now, and I got 
on top of him again. He started playing with my tits again while I was 
moving on top of him. He was real patient with me while I learned how to 
do my insides at the same time I was making love with him - I think it 
turned him on a LOT!", with a giggle.

Seeing Holly's rapt attention, Diane finished up by telling her "Anyway, 
I was starting to get close again - he wasn't the ONLY one that was 
feeling good - when he started playing with my clit AGAIN. By that time, 
I was *SO* hot that when I felt him start to shoot in me, it just made 
me get off again *so* hard - I guess that's when you heard me", she 
giggled again, before asking "But what took you so long to get here?"

Holly blushed slightly, and said "It was only the one scream, and it 
took me a little while to get up the nerve to go find out what it was 
about."

Diane told her "That's okay - at least you looked first, instead of 
calling 911 or something!" - making us all laugh a little at the image 
we'd have presented - before adding "Anyway, I really should get up now, 
and get a towel or something to keep from making a mess on Mike's bed."

Holly quickly jumped up - her breasts jiggling in a _most_ fetching way 
- and said "Wait, let me get one. You two just stay there, okay?"

Diane nodded her agreement, and I said "Thanks, Holly" - making her 
smile. She headed out the door, and was back in a few seconds with a 
large towel from the bathroom. She handed it to Diane, but didn't let go 
of it right away. Diane looked up at her, and asked "You want to watch, 
don't you?"

Holly looked at the floor, and finally mumbled "Well, uh, yeah, if you 
don't mind...."

Diane told her "Sure, it's okay. In fact, if you want to, YOU can do 
it."

Holly quickly got onto the bed again, but when she started to reach for 
us, I spoke up, saying "If I could offer a small suggestion?"

Holly immediately stopped, and looked up at me, while Diane turned her 
head to do the same. With both of them paying attention to me, I said 
"How about if I lift up a little bit first, so Holly can slide the end 
of the towel under me. Then we won't have to worry about anything 
escaping, and can take our time cleaning up."

Holly looked slightly confused, but Diane immediately understood, and 
said "That's a good idea. How do you do it?"

"I just lift us both up far enough for Holly to slide the towel under my 
butt. Then you can do whatever you want", I replied.

Diane turned to Holly and said "He's right. When he, uh, pulls loose, 
it's probably going to get kind of messy. If we didn't move fast, some 
of his stuff would probably get on his bed. This way, the towel will be 
there to catch it, and we won't have to hurry so much, or be quite as 
careful."

Holly nodded her agreement, if not understanding. Diane directed her 
into position, and when she was ready, I lifted my hips, raising Diane 
up with me. Holly quickly slid the towel under me, and sat back again 
when I planted myself on it. That done, I spread my legs a little so 
Holly could move between them, and get closer to where she needed to be. 
Holly took the free end of the towel, and under Diane's direction, 
reached out to gently pull me free of Diane. All of us were more than a 
little amused that Diane and I had become 'glued' together, but Holly 
carefully and gently pulled me loose - and releasing the mini-flood of 
my semen and Diane's juices. When that happened, her eyes got positively 
huge, but she quickly recovered, and started wiping us off - first 
Diane, then me. She got a mildly surprised/pleased look on her face when 
I started growing again after she took me in her hand - the idea of my 
own sister cleaning off my dripping penis after I just got through 
making love to her best friend did have a certain impact on my libido. 
She looked up at me briefly, but when I smiled in approval of what she 
was doing, she quickly went back to cleaning me off.

That done, Diane suggested that she wanted to share a shower with me. I 
quickly scanned Holly, and found that she felt a little left out that 
she hadn't been included - particularly since SHE was the one that had 
cleaned both of us up. As Diane stood up, and I moved to follow her, I 
took Holly by the hand and said "C'mon, Pumpkin - you might as well get 
in on this, too!". She didn't hesitate to scramble to the edge of the 
bed, then stand up; following us only after she'd grabbed the towel 
she'd cleaned us up with. She stuffed it into the laundry hamper in the 
bathroom as Diane got the shower going. When the water was hot enough, 
she stepped in, pulling me in after her. Holly was delayed only as long 
as it took her to slip out of her panties and climb in with us.

After a little negotiation, we decided that the most fun would be for 
two of us to wash the third - one on each side of that person so that 
both of the washers could have front AND back fun with the washee. Diane 
was the first subject, and almost had another orgasm before Holly and I 
were done with her. Next was Holly - Diane and I were a little easier on 
her because of her recent medical adventure, but we still left her 
feeling pretty good. I have to admit that it was more than a little fun 
having my sister's naked, slippery body under my hands.

That left me for last - and it didn't take the two of them long to get 
me hard as a rock and ready to hump anything that would hold still long 
enough. Diane had mercy on me, and took the opportunity to demonstrate 
fellatio to Holly - explaining what she was doing, and why, along the 
way. She even let Holly help by having Holly masturbate me while Diane 
applied a gentle, rhythmic suction to the head of my penis. That I was 
able to play with Holly's breasts and ass while Diane was busy helped 
make my climax faster and stronger.

When she'd drained me, Diane stood up next to Holly, and the two of them 
shared a kiss - and, from what I could see, the taste of my semen.

With all of us cleaned up, we got out of the shower and dried each other 
off, taking the opportunity to do a little more groping and fondling in 
the process. When we were done, the two of them headed off toward 
Holly's room while I went back to mine to resume my now much-needed nap.

-----

Over the next couple of months, the two of them got more and more 
relaxed about showing their affection for each other when I was around. 
It wasn't uncommon for them to blatantly make out with each other - up 
to and including taking each other's clothes off - in my presence. Every 
time it happened, THEIR little show proved to be more interesting than 
whatever else I was doing at the time. It didn't take me long to learn 
to do my homework in my room, with the door closed, lest I fall victim 
to their distractions.

Holly also demonstrated her acceptance of Diane's interest in me by 
making sure that Diane and I had more than a few opportunities to enjoy 
each other's bodies. In fact, the last couple of times before New 
Year's, Holly even joined in a bit. In between visits by Diane, Holly 
also showed a willingness for the two of us to have more intimate 
physical contact. Several times, she would join me in the shower when 
our folks weren't home, and the two of us would share some slippery fun. 
After a little initial hesitation on BOTH our parts, we were soon 
comfortable taking the opportunity to get each other off: as Holly would 
masturbate me in the shower, I would do the same for her, with both of 
us climaxing strongly as a result.

Even when our folks were home, we'd find ways to show our affection for 
each other: if I had to get past Holly to get someplace, she'd stick her 
butt out so that my penis would brush against it as I went by; or if she 
was going by me, she'd reach out and pat my ass or give my penis a quick 
grope. For my part, I couldn't let the opportunity to play with her ass 
go by, or pass up a chance to give her breasts a squeeze, or nipples a 
little tweak. Even when we were going someplace with Mom and Dad, we'd 
find ways to tease each other in the back seat of the car.

As it got close to New Years, Mom and Dad announced that they would be 
going out of town for a couple of days to celebrate. Holly and I knew 
how hard Dad worked, and didn't have any problems with him and Mom 
having some time to themselves - both of us knew that Mom had her hands 
full with taking care of all of us. We also found out that Diane's folks 
were wanting to go to a New Year's Eve party, as well; so it seemed 
pretty reasonable to everyone that Diane should stay with Holly and me.

Diane came over a couple of hours before Mom and Dad were supposed to 
leave on their trip. I stayed downstairs watching TV while she and Holly 
immediately set themselves up in Holly's room with the door closed; the 
two of them only came out when Mom and Dad announced that they were 
ready to leave. With hugs and kisses for all of us, and an admonition 
from Dad to behave ourselves, they loaded up the car with our help, and 
headed out. After they were out of sight, Diane and Holly went back to 
Holly's room, with me moving to the kitchen to dig up a snack before 
watching some more TV.

It was a couple of hours later that the two of them wandered into the 
living room - wearing (if such a term could apply) only their panties. I 
was stretched out on the couch, so the two of them spread a light 
blanket on the floor next to where I was laying, then used the couch as 
a backrest as they sat on the floor.

The three of us stayed there for a while, watching TV, until Holly 
leaned over to kiss Diane. Diane, of course, had to return it; in short 
order the two of them were making out with each other - and going at it 
hot and heavy. I tried to ignore it as best I could (there was a game 
on), but finally gave up on the idea when I saw the two of them removing 
each other's panties. When they didn't even *look* at me as they moved 
into a '69', I just turned the TV off in favor of the live show in front 
of me.

 From the angle they were laying at, I had a fairly clear view of Holly's 
pubis as she lay on top of Diane. Of course, that also made the 
delightful globes of her smooth, firm ass open to my exam, as well; 
along with the dark pink rosette of her anus.

Already hard from watching them earlier, it wasn't possible for me to 
tent my sweats any more as I watched Diane's delicate pink tongue slide 
up between my sister's extended, glistening labia. I could also see 
Holly shiver as Diane's tongue began it's dance on her sex.

Over the next several minutes, I watched the two of them teasing and 
pleasing each other with their hands and mouths - accompanied by a near-
constant moist slurping sound punctuated with gasps and moans of 
pleasure and arousal. The pace steadily increased until, finally, I 
watched as Diane's hips snapped up off the floor as she climaxed from 
Holly's attentions. When it was over, Diane redoubled her efforts on 
Holly, and was rewarded a couple minutes later by Holly crying out her 
own release. When Holly was mostly recovered from her orgasm, she let 
herself slide off Diane. When she did, Diane moved around to lay next to 
her so the two of them could cuddle.

After a few minutes, both of them opened their eyes - and when they saw 
me looking at them, blushed; Diane slightly, Holly a LOT more. When I 
didn't say - or do - anything, though, they went back to holding each 
other for a little while. It was when Diane started eyeing the bulge in 
my sweats that I suspected she had something else on her mind - 
something that a quick scan of her confirmed. So I wasn't surprised when 
Diane untangled herself from Holly, and sat up before reaching out to 
take hold of my penis through my sweats before saying "That was really 
nice - but I want some of THIS, too."

At that, Holly sat up too, so she could have a better view of what Diane 
was up to. And what Diane was up to was playing with my dick and balls 
through my sweats.

With Diane's skilled ministrations, it wasn't long before I was pressing 
myself forward in an effort to increase the pleasure she was bringing 
me. When that happened, she looked into my eyes and said "Yeah, I think 
you're ready!" with a grin. Taking her hand off my throbbing erection, 
she gestured that she wanted me to get up. I swung my legs around to put 
my feet on the floor, then stood up. When I was vertical (well, mostly - 
some of me was still horizontal), she reached over to gently tug Holly 
closer to where we were, telling her "C'mon, Holly. You might as well 
learn with Mike as anyone else..."

Holly and I both found out what she meant when Diane pulled my sweats 
down to reveal my erection before taking it into her mouth to slide her 
lips up and down it's length a couple of times. When she let it slide 
free of her lips, she gently tugged Holly into position and told her "Go 
ahead. He likes it, and I'll stop you before he shoots."

Doubtfully, hesitantly, Holly finally leaned forward enough to let the 
tip of her tongue run across the head before looking at Diane. Diane 
just smiled, and said "See? It doesn't taste bad, or anything. Go ahead 
and put it in your mouth!" A little more sure of herself, Holly did as 
Diane instructed: leaning forward again, she opened her mouth slightly, 
and took the head of my penis in her mouth, just holding it there. I, of 
course, was careful not to disturb them - the thought of my own sister 
with her lips wrapped around my dick was something that I'd been 
dreaming about, and working toward, for a long time, and I wasn't about 
to do or say anything to mess it up. Particularly now that it was 
actually happening.

With encouragement and guidance from Diane, Holly began learning how to 
give blowjobs - keeping her mouth open enough that her teeth didn't' 
hurt, letting her saliva lubricate me, applying suction, using her 
tongue to find and stimulate the different areas that get - or keep - a 
guy hard, and make him excited. Holly even got brave enough to cup my 
balls, rolling them in her hand as she tested their size and weight.

While she was doing that, Diane was careful to keep an eye on me, so 
that when I started enjoying what Holly was doing TOO much, she was able 
to call an end to it, saying "That's enough, for now. When he shoots, I 
want it to be in *me*!"

To my surprise, I saw a look of reluctance cross Holly's face before she 
released my erection - glistening with her saliva - from her lips. When 
I was again waving in the air in time with my heartbeats, Diane moved in 
again to start pulling my sweats the rest of the way down my legs. Holly 
realized what she was doing, and promptly started helping; in only a few 
seconds, I was naked as the day I was born.

At that point, Diane took my hand, and guided me down onto the blanket, 
on my back. Satisfied with my position, she moved over me, placing her 
knees on each side of my hips, then leaned forward so that her breasts 
were dangling in my face. She looked up at Holly and said "If you want 
to, you can get BOTH of us ready, and then hold him steady when I want 
him inside me." Holly got a surprised/pleased look on her face, and 
quickly moved down to kneel between my legs. I started playing with 
Diane's breasts, and sucking on her nipples. I felt Holly's breasts 
brushing against my legs when she leaned forward to begin licking and 
sucking on Diane's labia and clitoris. Every so often, though, she'd 
change targets, and take me into her mouth to make sure I stayed hard 
and slick - ready for Diane.

When Diane finally raised herself up a bit, I could see that being the 
focus of my, and Holly's, attentions had had it's effect on her: from 
the tops of her ears to the upper slopes of her breasts, Diane fairly 
*glowed* with an aroused blush. I felt Holly take me firmly - but gently 
- in her hand, holding me steady as Diane eased herself back. I felt 
Holly move me slightly, keeping me aimed at the center of Diane's sex - 
Diane was able to all but 'walk' herself onto my slippery manhood. Only 
when nearly half of me was inside Diane did I feel Holly let go of me. 
She stayed where she was, though, watching as Diane raised her body a 
little more before squatting down to take the rest of me inside. I heard 
Holly's aroused gasp as she watched my hardness slowly disappearing into 
Diane's hot, wet sheath. Holly moaned softly when Diane raised herself 
up, letting me slide out of her until only the head of my penis was 
inside, before lowering herself onto it again.

Holly continued to watch as Diane started moving herself over me, 
sliding her tight, wet vagina up and down my erection. Diane turned her 
head to say something to Holly, and a moment later, Holly moved to kneel 
next to my side so the two of them could kiss as they played with each 
other's breasts. I scanned Holly, and found that she was getting 
*extremely* turned on by watching Diane and I make love, and that she 
wanted some attention to HER sex, as well. She didn't flinch when I 
reached out to put my hand on her hip; nor did she resist when I guided 
her backwards. Only when she felt me trying to guide her over my head 
did she take any real notice - and even then, it was only to make sure 
that she didn't knee me in the head as she positioned herself over my 
face. I scanned her again, and found that all she cared about was 
getting some relief; that she knew it was ME, and what I was going to do 
to her, only made it more exciting for her.

I looked up into Holly's crotch, and saw the dark red hair framing her 
extended inner lips, and the nubbin of her clitoris peeking out at me. 
Lifting my head slightly, I was able to take her clit between my lips 
and begin caressing it with my tongue - and earning myself a trickle of 
her light, sweet, musky oils onto my lip, where I quickly licked them 
off.

When her labia extended and parted even more, I took it as an invitation 
to move my attentions there - and did, accompanied by a deep groan of 
arousal from Holly. Sliding my tongue between her inner lips, I 
collected a full sample of her delightful nectar, finding it deliciously 
delicate. It didn't take me long to form a rod with my tongue, and press 
it into her, drawing a pleased gasp from Holly in response. Over the 
next minute or so, I slowly tongue-fucked her, sliding it into her as 
far as I could before wiggling it around to the accompaniment of her 
impassioned gasps.

When I scanned Diane, I found that the combination of having me inside 
her, and watching me eat my own sister, was getting her hotter than 
she'd ever been before. Holly was next, and I learned that hers was a 
mirror image of what Diane was going through: watching Diane slide 
herself up and down my erection while *I* had my mouth on her sex was 
steadily pushing her toward an incredible orgasm. For my part, having 
Diane's tight, wet womanhood sliding up and down on me was doing as much 
for me as having Holly's virginal slit on my lips. I knew that _none_ of 
us was *ever* going to regret this time, or forget it.

That settled, I turned my attention to getting Holly off: licking and 
sucking on her vaginal lips, fluttering the tip of my tongue across her 
clitoris, placing my mouth over the opening to her vagina and softly 
sucking her ample fluids into my mouth, and penetrating her as deeply as 
I could with my tongue. As I worked - a labor of love, I assure you - I 
could feel Holly getting more and more excited, and closer and closer to 
her release. Finally, as I was drawing firm but gentle circles around 
her clitoris, I felt her start to spasm over me. When I felt that, I 
took her clit between my lips and started 'milking' it in time with her 
spasms. Even from where _I_ was, I could tell it was working: the mini-
flood of her juices flowing onto my face and tongue was my first clue.

The sight and sounds of Holly's orgasm seemed to be all Diane needed, 
and I felt her tighten around me as she, too, was overtaken by climax. 
Even as her vaginal muscles began clasping at me, she continued to slide 
herself up and down my erection; the combination of sensations she 
produced was more than enough to push me over the edge, too, and I fired 
the first of several shots of my hot seed deep inside her.

Holly was the first to finish her orgasm, and all but collapsed to the 
floor from it's intensity and duration. Diane and I both finished about 
the same time, and she managed to lay down on top of me with the last of 
her energy. We shared a kiss before I put my arms around her, and the 
two of us lay there for a couple of minutes before dozing off.

I woke up to the sensation of a pair of hot, wet lips wrapped around my 
rapidly-inflating penis. A quick check verified that Diane was still on 
top of me; her breasts pressing into my chest proved it wasn't her. That 
left just one choice - and a quick scan of Holly confirmed she was the 
one. It also revealed that she was just getting me 'primed' for what she 
_really_ wanted: to give her virginity to me.

As I was laying there, enjoying what Holly was doing to me, I felt her 
release me from her mouth - and a few moments later, heard Diane gasp 
before moving over me. I scanned both of them quickly and learned that 
Holly was applying her considerable oral skills to 'cleaning up' Diane, 
with the goal of gently urging Diane off of me.

Holly spent the next few minutes going back and forth between Diane and 
I - keeping me hard and ready while gradually bringing Diane closer and 
closer to another orgasm.

Finally, Holly succeeded in her goal, continuing her ministrations as 
spasm after spasm passed through Diane. As Diane got her breath and 
senses back, she slowly slid off me to lay on the floor. With the way 
clear, Holly quickly went back to getting me as aroused and ready as she 
could - and herself as well, as my scan of her revealed.

When she felt she was ready, Holly pulled her lips clear of my saliva-
slickened erection, and told me "Mike, I've been thinking about it for a 
long time - even before we started taking showers together. I KNOW I'm 
ready to start having sex, but I want my first time to be good. I know 
if I let some guy from school do it, it'll hurt, and he'll tell all of 
his buddies about it. I trust you to do me right; *obviously* you aren't 
going to talk to anybody about it."

I was finally at the point that I'd been aiming at ever since I realized 
all I could do with The Force: I was being offered the chance to 
separate my own sixteen-year-old sister from her virginity - and at HER 
request.

I looked Holly in the eyes as I gave her a deep, thorough scan.

What I found was that she really *was* ready, emotionally and 
intellectually, to start having sex - she'd been physically ready since 
shortly after she started sprouting parts. The only thing holding her 
back this long had been the uncertainty in her own mind, and a slight 
fear of that her first time would be too painful. After talking it over 
with Diane several times, and testing _me_ to see how I treated her, 
she'd come to the conclusion that she was ready to take this final step 
- but ONLY with ME. I discovered that the only real fear she had was 
that she'd do something wrong, or that she'd 'chicken out'; she trusted 
me completely, having no doubt that I would be as patient and gentle 
with her as necessary.

My eyes still locked on hers, I told Holly "If you're that sure, then 
I'll do the best I can. How do you want it to happen?"

I could see the relief in her face before she told me "That time I saw 
you and Diane on you bed, you know, I thought that it looked like a 
really easy and comfortable for her. I think that's how I'd like to do 
it my first time, so I can be a little more in control. I'm *really* 
nervous about this, and I want to be able to slow things down if I have 
to. I really do want to do this, I just want to make sure it doesn't 
happen too fast, you know?"

I nodded my understanding, and replied "That's fine, Holly. We only go 
as fast as YOU want, and only *do* what YOU want."

She smiled at me, and said "I knew you'd say something like that. Diane 
told me that you were willing to stop even after you were in her a 
little way, before you actually broke her cherry."

"We weren't quite at that point, but yeah, I would have, if she'd 
wanted." I replied.

She grinned at me, and moved up to straddle my hips before telling me "I 
believe it - that you would have stopped, I mean. But what I want now is 
for you to kiss me - like you mean it."

With that, she lowered her body until her breasts were pressing into my 
chest, putting her face close to mine. I smiled back at her, and lifted 
my head to touch my lips to hers. After only a few seconds, I felt her 
lips part, and her tongue lightly touch my lips. I opened my mouth in 
response, and met the next advance of her tongue with my own; the two of 
them danced for several seconds before we started checking each others 
tonsils. I knew that she could taste herself on my lips, just as I could 
taste MYself and Diane on hers. Somehow, that only made it more exciting 
for both of us, and I could feel her nipples hardening against my chest.

When our lips finally parted, I heard her gasp before she said "Yeah, 
you sure as hell meant *that*!" before raising herself above me again. 
She put her hands on my chest, feeling the muscles underneath. I 
responded in kind, but felt only the firm smoothness of her breasts 
under my fingers, and the pebbles of her nipples in my palms. For the 
next couple of minutes, each of us played with the other's chest - Holly 
delighting in the feel of my chest muscles as I enjoyed the rounded 
masses of her breasts under my hands. As the time passed, Holly slowly 
lowered herself, until we could kiss again. This kiss was less 
impassioned than the previous; rather, it was far more loving and 
sensual than any kiss we'd shared before.

As it progressed, I could feel Holly easing herself backward until she 
was finally able to feel my erect penis touching the rounded globes of 
her ass. At that point, she started a slow, gentle rocking on me that 
kept her firm asscheeks brushing against the head of my erection while 
her hard nipples tried to dig holes into my chest. My response was to 
let my hands wander across her body, savoring the smoothness of her skin 
as I traced over anything I could reach: her sides, shoulders, hips, the 
sides of her breasts, her back, and particularly the warm curves of her 
buns - which I could feel clenching and unclenching under my hands. 
After a little of this, I thought I could feel a slight dampness in the 
area where I could feel her soft bush against my lower belly.

With the end of this kiss, Holly again raised up - but this time, only 
slightly, so that her nipples remained in contact with my skin. As she 
did, her belly moved against mine, and I became certain that the 
dampness I thought I'd felt was really there - and from where it was, I 
could only conclude that it was where some of her feminine oils had 
escaped her to collect on my skin. We shared another short, soft kiss 
before she started easing her way backwards again, slowly, until she 
felt my manhood come in contact with her mons. She adjusted her hips 
slightly, and I felt the head of my penis slide along her cleft until it 
came to rest between her labia, pressing ever so slightly against her 
opening. At that point, she stopped briefly, the carefully worked 
herself around until she felt my penis was lined up properly. Then, with 
a Mona Lisa smile on her face, she again started working her way 
backwards, a fraction of an inch at a time, as she tried to slide 
herself onto my erection in a series of short rocking motions.

Each time she moved back, I could feel myself moving into her *ever* so 
slightly farther. It took several minutes, but there finally came the 
time when I slipped past the ring at the entrance to her vagina; and she 
paused with the realization that I was finally *in* her - for real.

I looked into her face, but didn't see any discomfort or anything other 
than the pleasure of having accomplished the first step toward her final 
goal. She saw me looking at her, and asked "What? Is something wrong?"

I just smiled, and said "Apparently not. I just wanted to make sure YOU 
were okay."

She grinned, and said "I'm feeling just _fine_, thank you very much! But 
if you've got any suggestions, I'd be happy to hear them..."

"Just take it slow. Don't hurt yourself. Move yourself around a little 
bit, so your wetness gets spread around; it'll make it easier for you. 
Other than that, there isn't much I can say."

She nodded her understanding, and shared a kiss with me before raising 
herself up again, this time far enough that I could get my hands between 
us and start playing with her breasts again: softly squeezing them, 
running my thumbs over her nipples, and softly tracing my fingertips all 
over them, marveling at their texture.

As I was doing that, Holly started pressing herself back against me in 
short thrusts. Each time she did, she'd get another fraction of an inch 
of my hardness inside her. Several times, she would take my advice to 
heart, and allow herself to move forward, letting my erection slide out 
of her a little ways, ensuring that it stayed well-coated with her 
intimate oils.

Finally, though, we came to the obstruction of her hymen. She paused a 
few moments, then resumed her rocking motion, bumping her maidenhead 
against my penis each time she moved back. To our mutual surprise and 
pleasure, it took only a few such impacts before we felt it give way, 
allowing me to slip inside her even farther. Holly didn't even slow 
down; with the obstruction of her hymen gone, without any apparent pain 
or discomfort, she was free to take me inside herself as quickly as she 
was comfortable with. I was pleasantly surprised to find out just HOW 
comfortable that could be: it took no more than another couple of 
minutes before I felt the tight ring of her entrance wrapped around the 
base of my erection.

When she got to that point, Holly raised herself so that she was sitting 
upright. From that position, she was able to lower herself the rest of 
the way onto me, merging our pubic hair. Both of us looked down to where 
we were joined; the view I had showed her inner lips wrapped around 
where my erection was buried in her, with her clitoris clearly visible 
at the top of her cleft.

Much as Diane had, Holly tried experimenting with her internal muscles, 
getting some idea of what she could do with them and how to control 
them. Along with that, she also moved her pelvis around a bit, 
experimenting with how she could change the way I felt inside her. The 
net effect of all this was that it was stimulating enough to keep me 
hard (!!), but not enough to make me want to climax. If anything, the 
time she spent at all of this helped me push it back even farther.

Satisfied with what she'd learned, Holly finally raised herself up, 
allowing perhaps a quarter of my hardness to slide out of her tight 
sheath before lowering herself onto it again. When she did, I saw a 
smile of absolute radiance on her face before she did it again, this 
time letting half of me escape her hot, tight grasp. Then she did it 
again, lifting herself until only the head of my glistening erection was 
inside her before letting herself slide back down onto it *ever* so 
slowly, obviously savoring the sensation of having me fill her so 
completely.

When she was again settled on me, Holly finally looked down to see that 
I was watching her. I could see the love and affection and gratitude on 
her face as she told me "Thank you, Mike. It didn't hurt at all - it 
feels *wonderful*! Now that I've done it, I think maybe it might not 
have hurt so much with another guy, but I'm still glad I did it with YOU 
the first time. I was really afraid that I'd do something wrong, or that 
I'd be too afraid to really _do_ it. But having you for my first made it 
a lot easier because I knew if I did it wrong, you'd just help me get it 
right without saying anything; and that even if I really DID want to 
stop, you wouldn't try to push me, and that you wouldn't say anything 
about it."

That said, she leaned over to kiss me; and again, it was a deep sharing 
of our love for each other. When our lips parted, Holly kept her eyes 
locked on mine as she put her hands on my chest before starting to make 
love to me. She started with slow, short movements that barely moved me 
inside her, but as the next couple of minutes went by, the speed and 
extent of her motions steadily increased until she was almost literally 
bouncing up and down on me, sliding almost my entire length in and out 
of her tight, wet vagina. After a little longer, I could tell from the 
way her vagina was clasping at me that she was getting close to orgasm - 
but I could also see that she was starting to get tired, so I reached 
down between us and started playing with her clitoris with one hand as I 
used the other to caress and tease her breasts. The effect on her was 
almost electrifying; in less than a minute, she was all but slamming 
herself down onto me as she rapidly approached her first coital orgasm. 
A few moments more, and it hit her, hard: with one last motion, she 
buried me inside herself, pressing her pelvis against me as I felt her 
tighten around my erection when the first of several spasms passed 
through her. Each wave of her release caused her to emit a deep, gasping 
groan of pleasure as her internal muscles clamped down on me.

When it was over, she managed to let herself lay forward, resting on me, 
as she got her breath and senses back. I was still hard, and still 
inside her, enjoying the involuntary twitching of her vagina as her 
breathing gradually slowed. After it had been back to normal for a 
little bit, she suddenly lifted her head to look at me as she exclaimed 
"You're still hard! You didn't shoot?"

I shook my head in response, and she got a big smile on her face as she 
told me "Good! That felt *so* good, I want to do it again - but my legs 
are too tired. Would you do it this time?"

"I think I can manage that", I teased, making her smile even broader.

We lay there a bit longer before I asked her to move her legs so that 
they were inside of mine. She did as I asked, and I took her in my arms 
to hold her steady as I rolled us over, putting Holly on her back with 
me over her. She understood what to do next, and it didn't take long for 
us to get rearranged so that I was laying between her legs, my penis 
still inside her. Supporting myself on my elbows, I slowly eased my hips 
back, sliding my erection out of her until the head of it was _just 
barely_ inside her before pressing it back into her as slowly as I 
could. As I did, I felt her hips lift as she welcomed my advance.

A few more slow strokes like that, and I was again well-lubricated by 
her secretions. With that accomplished, I moved to support my weight on 
my arms, leaving her free to raise her knees, then spread her legs, 
opening herself to me completely. Both of us looked down to where we 
were joined; because she had tilted her pelvis up, we both had a clear 
view of my glistening erection as I made several long, slow strokes in 
and out of her. I scanned her as I did, and found that she was as 
fascinated as I was by the way her inner lips seemed to try and hold on 
to me as I withdrew from her, only to disappear when I pressed back in 
again. She was also highly aroused by the sight of my penis moving in 
and out of her: knowing that it was ME inside her, that it was HER 
juices that made it glisten, that SHE was able to make me so long and 
hard, that she was so hot and wet inside that I could move in her as 
easily as I did - all of it excited her tremendously.

I lifted my eyes to watch her face as I continued to move inside her; 
her focus was still on watching my erection slowly pistoning in her. A 
quick scan of her told me that being able to _watch_ my erection moving 
in her even as she was _feeling_ it move was getting her hotter and 
hotter, steadily increasing her arousal.

The increase in her arousal was having an additional benefit for both of 
us: it was making her wetter, too. In only a couple of minutes the 
sounds of our union took on a distinctly liquid tone as the pace of my 
thrusting steadily increased. After that, it didn't take long before my 
pubic hair was pretty well soaked by the overflow of her oils, with my 
scrotum being wetted as well, each time I thrust into her.

Eventually, the *feelings* of what I was doing to her became more 
important to Holly that the _sight_, and she lay her head back to look 
up into my face. Our eyes locked, briefly, before hers closed as she 
gave herself up to the sensations I was causing between her firm, silken 
thighs.

For the next few minutes, I simply maintained a steady thrusting into 
her hot, tight vagina, trying to bring her along to another orgasm while 
delaying my own release. A couple of quick scans of her let me know that 
I was having the desired effect, so I took the next step of lowering my 
head to begin licking her breasts, then softly sucking and chewing on 
her nipples, increasing her arousal even more. After a bit, she moved 
her hands from where they were caressing my arms, and put them on my 
waist, pulling on me in encouragement. Another scan of her showed that 
she was getting very close to her release, and wanted me to start moving 
faster in her - which I did. 

By scanning Holly almost continuously, I was able to find THE 
combination of speed and force that she wanted, and give them to her. 
And because my focus was on scanning her, it helped me delay my own 
climax - as wonderful as she felt inside, I wanted to spend as much time 
inside her as I could. I didn't doubt that there would be more times 
that I'd be able to make love to her, but I wanted this first time to 
last as long as possible, for BOTH of us.

In a matter of only a couple of minutes, I had Holly on the very brink 
of her orgasm - and deliberately slowed down my actions to keep her 
there for a few extra seconds, knowing that it would make her release 
even stronger. When she started to moan in frustration, I knew the time 
was right, and gave here several rapid, hard thrusts, pushing her over 
the edge into a deep, hard orgasm. Even as her eyes flew open, staring 
at a point about a thousand miles behind me, I felt her tighten down on 
me before her internal muscles began a rhythmic spasming that would have 
drawn every drop of my seed out of me had I been anywhere near ready to 
climax. Even then, it was only through sheer force of will that kept me 
from unloading in her - my determination to get her off one more time 
before emptying my balls in her was all that saved me.


It naturally took her longer to recover from this orgasm than it did the 
one before; and it was longer still before she again realized that I was 
still hard and still inside her. A look of combined awe and delight was 
on her face when she asked me "Still? Aren't you *tired* yet?"

I grinned at her, and said "Yes, still, as you can tell. Yeah, I'm 
getting a little tired, but not too bad. If you don't mind, though, I'd 
like to do something else, now."

"Mind? Not hardly! What do you want? Or what should I do?"

"If you could get up on your hands and knees, I'd like to do you from 
behind."

"Doggie, huh? Sure, I'd love to!", she replied.

Her expression changed to one of mild disappointment when I pulled free 
of her - but just as quickly changed to eager anticipation when she 
started to roll over before getting onto her hands and knees, her 
wonderfully curved ass pointed right at my swaying erection. She looked 
over her shoulder at me, her eyes locked on my glistening manhood as I 
knee-walked up behind her. She was still looking at me as I positioned 
the head of my penis at her entrance, and I saw her eyes widen as I 
hunched my hips forward, burying myself in her in a single, smooth 
stroke.

I put my hands on her hips, and in just a few seconds I was pistoning in 
and out of her in a nice, steady rhythm. Holly tilted her head back and 
released a deep moan of pleasure and arousal in response before reaching 
back under herself to place her parted fingers on each side of my 
erection where her labia were wrapped around it. A few seconds after 
that, I released her hips to reach under her and take her breasts in my 
hands, feeling how their weight shifted in time with the way her body 
swayed in response to my thrusts. For the next couple of minutes, I 
played with her firm young breasts, softly squeezing them and pulling on 
and gently pinching her nipples as she moved her hand down from her 
labia to begin stroking her clitoris in time with my strokes.

A couple minutes later, I felt it as she brought herself to a small 
orgasm; I did my part to making it good for her by pulling on her 
nipples in time with the contractions I felt around my penis. Having met 
my self-imposed goal of bringing her to orgasm at least 3 times, I felt 
free to find my own release. With Holly's verbal encouragement, I 
steadily increased the pace and force that I used to enter her. I knew 
it was what she wanted by the gasps and pleased grunts she made each 
time I buried myself in her; it wasn't long before I had to release her 
breasts so that I could hold her hips steady as I thrust myself into her 
powerfully.

Even after all the time I'd spent in her, she was still incredibly tight 
inside; that, coupled with how wet and hot she was, and the moans of 
pleasure she released, it wasn't long before I finally felt my balls 
start to tighten up. Another minute or so, and I felt the familiar 
tingling in the head of my penis that told me that the end was near. 
With nothing to hold me back any longer, I simply turned myself over to 
the need to empty myself into the intimate place my sister had offered 
me - a dozen strokes more, and I pressed myself as deeply inside her as 
I could as the first jet of my hot semen washed over her cervix. Even as 
I felt the second load of my cum leave my balls, I felt Holly tightened 
around me even more as she gasped out "Oh, GOD! I can feel it! You're 
shooting inside me, and it's so *hot*!"

Her vagina started spasming around me in a milking sensation, making my 
climax even stronger, and drawing out even more of my hot jism - which 
only made HER orgasm that much stronger.

Finally, when I thought that the next thing to shoot out the end of my 
penis would be my balls, Holly's orgasm started to taper off - and as it 
did, so did the sensations she was creating around my penis. With the 
end of our respective climaxes, Holly and I guided each other down to 
lay on the floor; I kept my penis inside her, and rested myself on my 
elbows and knees, covering her with my body without putting too much of 
my weight on her.

Only when we heard a gasping sound did we remember that Diane was there; 
we turned our heads to look at her and found that she was laying next to 
us: eyes closed and legs spread wide, she had three fingers of one hand 
buried in her vagina as she used the other to play with her clitoris. 
Even as we watched, she had was must have been an incredibly powerful 
orgasm as her hips lifted off the floor and a soft scream escaped her 
lips. Our view was such that we could SEE the entrance to her vagina 
pulsing in time with the spasms that we knew must be passing through 
her.

I felt Holly's sheath fluttering around my mostly-erect penis as we 
watched wave after wave of Diane's orgasm wash over her. Between the 
sight of Diane in the middle of an orgasm, and Holly's vaginal 
movements, I couldn't help but start to get hard again; Holly must have 
felt it, because she started pressing herself back against me in 
response.

As Diane's climax slowly tapered off, her breathing gradually returned 
to normal; when she finally opened her eyes, she saw Holly and I still 
together, watching her. She blushed furiously, and said defensively "I 
got *so* hot watching you two, and you were so IN to each other that you 
didn't even notice I was HERE, and it was _so_ cool watching you make 
each other feel so good that I just couldn't HELP myself!"

Holly and I both grinned at her, and Holly said "It's okay, Diane." I 
followed that by telling her "Actually, it was pretty hot watching you 
get yourself off!"

Diane blushed again - not so hard this time - and asked Holly "I take it 
that you feel better, now?"

At that, it was Holly's turn to blush before she answered "Oh, yeah, I 
feel *lots* better!" with a giggle.

"He's still inside you, isn't he?"

"Yup! Feels great, too! Now I understand why YOU like having him inside 
even when you're done. But I'm still starting to feel a little chilly, 
even with Mike for a blanket."

Diane grinned, and said "Then I guess it's MY turn to get you a towel 
and clean the two of you up, isn't it?"

Holly grinned back, and said "I'd sure appreciate it; and I think Mike 
would, too, even if he isn't saying anything."

I spoke up, telling them "Cleaning up sounds pretty good to me, too. 
That includes a shower, if anyone wants to join me, followed by a nice 
snuggle."

Diane sniffed, and said "I think we could ALL use a shower; and a 
snuggle sounds just wonderful. I'll be right back." before getting up 
and heading for the linen closet. She was back in a few seconds, and 
came right over to where Holly and I were resting on the floor. Holly 
and I quickly got coordinated about lifting up, and Diane slid a beach 
towel under us. That accomplished, I eased myself out of Holly - with 
Diane helping get us unglued. When I finally pulled free of her, it 
released a small flood of my semen mixed in with Holly's juices - and 
the whole thing very faintly tinged in pink from Holly's blood. When she 
saw it, Diane quickly looked at Holly and asked "Did it hurt?"

Holly, as surprised as Diane, answered "No, not at all. I mean, I felt a 
kind of tug inside when it broke, but it didn't actually HURT or 
anything. I didn't even know I bled!" Diane looked dubious, but when I 
scanned Holly, I found that she was telling the truth. I made eye 
contact with Diane, and gave a quick, small shake of my head to let her 
know to drop the subject, which she did. If Holly hadn't known about it 
at the time, I didn't see any point to making a big deal of it 
afterwards.

When Diane had wiped me off, and soaked up what she could of Holly's 
overflow, she folded the towel over a couple of times, and had Holly sit 
up on it, telling her "That'll help it drain out of you a little faster, 
so nothing leaks onto the floor when you get up." Holly nodded her 
understanding, and since I was sitting behind her, leaned back to rest 
against my chest as I put my arms around her. Diane got up again to grab 
a light blanket to cover us up, then moved to sit next to me, snuggling 
into my side as she rested one hand on the inside of Holly's thigh. The 
three of us sat there for several minutes, content to have the physical 
contact with each other.

Only when I felt Holly shiver slightly in front of me did I suggest that 
we get our shower. Both of them quickly agreed, and the three of us 
trooped upstairs to get cleaned up. By the time it was done, and we got 
back to the living room, it was getting pretty late. None of us  really 
wanted to leave the other two, so we finally decided to just make up a 
bed on the floor, and sleep there. While Holly and Diane got the 'bed' 
ready, I headed upstairs and grabbed our pillows off our beds; by the 
time I got back, the two of them were stretched out on the floor, the 
space between them clearly meant for me. I laid down on my back, and 
they quickly snuggled into my sides as I put an arm around each. Content 
with life, and thoroughly de-stressed, it didn't take us long to fall 
asleep...

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Part 3


The next morning, I woke up neatly sandwiched between Diane and Holly. I 
was (still? again?) flat on my back, with both of them laying on their 
sides facing me, heads resting on my shoulders. They were holding hands 
on my chest, and each had a leg draped across me. I was content to just 
lay there for a while, looking from one to the other, and feeling rather 
pleased with myself at the contented smiles on their faces.

A few minutes later, Holly woke up while I was looking at her. It took 
her a few moments to realize where she was, and how she'd gotten there; 
but when it came back to her, she quickly tilted her head to look up at 
me - blushing slightly when she saw that I was looking at her. I grinned 
at her, then kissed her gently on top of the head before giving her a 
soft hug. She kissed my ribs, then started to move the leg that was 
laying on top of mine. When she did, I saw - and felt - as she tensed 
briefly.

She looked up at me again when I asked her "Are you okay?", my concern 
obvious in my voice.

"I'm fine, Mike. I'm just a little sore, you know, inside, from last 
night." she answered.

"Sorry?"

She got a bright smile on her face, and assured me "Not even a little 
bit! I think I would have felt something from it, no matter WHO was my 
first; at least with you, it was someone I know I can trust. You were as 
patient and gentle with me as I could have wanted, and you even helped 
me have *orgasms* while you were doing it. I've heard some of the other 
girls at school talking about their first time, and _none_ of them have 
said anything about climaxing their first time."

I gave her another soft hug, and she went on, saying "I mean it, Mike. I 
wanted it to be special, and you made it that way. And not just because 
you're my big brother - or maybe *because* you're my brother. You went 
out of your way to make sure it was special for me - you did everything 
you could to help me, and I appreciate that more than I can ever tell 
you. I was scared that it was going to hurt, or that I was going to do 
something wrong, or make a mistake, or SOMETHING. But you were always 
there to let me know that everything was okay, no matter what I did, or 
what I was thinking."

Both of us looked over at her when Diane spoke up, saying "It wasn't 
just because he's your brother. He was like that with me, too - the 
first time, and after. That's just the way he *is*."

Holly asked her "How long have you been awake?"

Diane grinned, and answered "For a while now - since before you moved 
your leg. I didn't say or do anything because I didn't want to disturb 
anyone, and it just felt so nice to lay here with both of you."

Holly grinned back, and told her "You're right - it *is* nice to lay 
here like this. And I'd like to do more, too; but I'm not quite ready 
for 'more', yet. But if you want to, go ahead - I like watching, too!" 
mischievously.

With that, they quit holding hands so that Diane could begin caressing 
my chest as she started gently rubbing my leg with hers. Her touch, and 
the way I felt her nipples hardening into my side, soon had me starting 
to get erect - something that both of them couldn't help noticing. Holly 
carefully and quietly eased herself away from me as Diane extended the 
reach of her hand to include my lower belly, then my inflating penis. 
When she started gently caressing and squeezing it, she raised herself 
up a bit so that the two of us could share a kiss. After our mouths had 
been in contact a few moments, I felt her tongue touching my lips, and 
readily opened my mouth to her explorations - then returned the favor as 
our tongues gently dueled in each other's mouths. 

Diane raised herself even more, exposing one of her breasts to my touch: 
cupping it with my hand, I couldn't help but marvel yet again at how 
soft, yet firm, it was. I softly ran my thumb across her nipple, hearing 
and feeling her moan of pleasure as it hardened even more under my 
touch.

As we continued to kiss, I continued to gently squeeze and caress the 
breast in my had, delighting in it's smoothness, and how her areolas 
puckered more and more as her arousal increased. For her part, Diane's 
hand held ample evidence of my own pleasure: I was nearly fully erect - 
hot and heavy in her hand as she slowly softly stroked my length.

After another minute or two, I gently guided Diane onto her back, where 
she readily spread her legs for me - happily giving my hand access to 
the center of her womanhood while my mouth took it's place on her 
breast. Deliberately teasing her, I let my finger trace her vaginal 
cleft *ever* so softly as I took her nipple into my mouth, sucking on 
it. After only a few strokes across her opening, I felt her legs part 
even more as she lifted her pelvis in an effort to make firmer contact 
with my feather-light touches. Another minute, and I heard her release a 
soft, whimpering moan of frustration when I moved my oral attentions to 
her other breast. Upon hearing that, I let my finger dip a little 
farther into her: letting it slip between her inner lips to find her 
hot, wet opening. As I'd planned, my touch only served to increase her 
arousal, even though I was now letting my finger graze *ever* so lightly 
across her clitoral hood.

Again, it took only a minute or so before she found the increased 
attention as stimulating, but inadequate, as before. By this time, I was 
switching from one breast to the other and back again; licking and 
sucking on them: sides, bottom, top, and nipples - any part of their 
surface I could reach. Her fingers were in my hair even as her pelvis 
began a slow undulation of desire, trying to either capture or escape my 
teasing finger. By this time, I could feel that her labia had fully 
extended and parted; between them, her vaginal opening fairly radiated 
heat as it released her musky oils for me to distribute.

As the time passed and her arousal grew, I heard her breathing slowly 
change to a soft panting; when I heard that, I knew that she was ready 
for what I planned next. Lifting my head, I saw the dark blush of her 
excitement on her face and shoulders. She moaned slightly when she felt 
me let her nipple snap back from my lips; when I didn't move to the 
other as I had before, she opened her eyes to watch as I slowly and 
gently kissed my way down her torso, taking a tortuous route toward my 
goal: the steaming center of her sexuality.

When I finally fastened my lips around her erect clitoris, she gave a 
soft moan of pleasure. A moan that quickly deepened as I began softly 
fluttering my tongue across it, giving her the stimulation she so 
desperately wanted.

Scanning her, I continued to lick and suck on her clitoris, steadily 
easing her toward release. But when I knew that she was close, I pulled 
her back from the peak by changing my actions. From stimulating her 
sensitive clitoris, I moved to begin licking her engorged and extended 
labia, licking them clean of her abundant oils - savoring their sweet, 
heady scent and flavor. I took my time about my task, carefully working 
my way closer and closer to the source of her nectar. Finally, I was 
there: dipping my tongue *ever* so slightly into her opening, drawing 
out her liquid essence as quickly as she was producing it. Once again, I 
scanned her as I moved her toward her release - and once again, I pulled 
her back from the brink by moving to begin a new series of soft, slow 
ministrations to her clitoris.

When I did that, I felt something move under me - and a moment later, 
the sweet sensation of a pair of lips wrapping themselves around the 
head of my erect penis. I knew it could only be Holly, and quickly 
scanned her to find out that she suspected what I was trying to do to 
Diane, and wanted to do her part to help me - by making sure that I 
stayed hard and ready for when I finally made love to Diane.

Even as Holly was sliding her lips along my length, I was continuing my 
efforts to lift Diane to the brink of orgasm yet again. This time, as I 
licked and sucked around her clitoris, I let my hands move up to Diane's 
breasts. There I found her nipples hard as little pebbles as they sat 
atop her crinkled areolas, which in turn, capped her smooth breasts, 
themselves almost hard from her deep, intense arousal.

As I let my fingers slowly caress their surface, and flutter across her 
nipples, I could hear Diane's mixed noises of arousal, pleasure, and 
frustration: gasps, moans, panting, even small hiccups passed her lips 
as her hands tightly gripped my forearms as she tried to force my 
attentions where SHE wanted them.

I was too strong for her, even in her impassioned state, and didn't have 
any trouble resisting her efforts. Instead, I continued to focus my 
attention on her clitoris, deliberately taking my time about ratcheting 
up her excitement as slowly as I could. As I did, Holly continued HER 
efforts - softly sliding my erection between her lips, ever careful to 
keep me aroused, but not stimulating me TOO much.

I continued to monitor Diane, so that even when she started making an 
almost continuous whining noise, I knew that she was again getting close 
to a climax. This time, when she got close, I stopped what I was doing - 
completely. When she tried to move her hands down to her crotch, to do 
it herself, I took hold of her arms, preventing her from touching 
herself. Diane and I both heard her deep sob of aroused frustration. 
When she felt me lift myself up slightly, Holly readily released me from 
her mouth - leaving behind a coating of her saliva for use as 
lubrication.

Diane felt me moving over her, and opened her eyes only when she felt 
the tip of my erection slip between her labia to touch her opening. Her 
eyes held only a deep, wanton gratitude when they locked with mine. A 
gratitude that quickly turned into unbridled joy as she felt me press 
myself against her opening, then slip past the ring of her entrance. I 
scanned her again, then entered her in the way that her own desire told 
me would make her happiest: with a hard thrust of my hips, I buried 
myself in her in a single sudden motion, filling her completely before 
she fully realized that I'd moved. She literally screamed out her 
pleasure at what I'd done, a single deep spasm of release running 
through her body in response to being so suddenly and thoroughly filled.

That single spasm was enough to move her well along the path to a full 
orgasm - but not enough to complete it. After it had passed, she 
realized there wasn't going to be another, and sobbed her frustration - 
a cry that was quickly cut off when she felt me starting to move in her.

It took only a couple of strokes of my penis in her before she lifted 
her knees nearly to her chest, locking her ankles behind my back - 
determined not to let me escape before she found TOTAL release. The 
change in her position tilted her pelvis up, opening her to me 
completely so that I was able to enter her as deeply as possible.

Monitoring her carefully, I began pistoning in and out of her in long, 
steady strokes. It didn't take me long to find a rhythm that would serve 
both of us: fast enough that it moved me toward my own release while 
slow enough to keep Diane from getting there too far ahead of me.

For the next several minutes, the only noise was the liquid sounds of my 
hardness moving in her, and the slapping of our flesh as our coupling 
continued, accompanied by our labored breathing.

As my scans of Diane showed she was getting closer to her orgasm, I let 
my tempo increase, keeping pace with her. Finally, though, it happened: 
feeling myself slipping over the edge, I pressed myself into her hard 
and deep as I felt the first jet of my semen launch into her. That 
sensation was enough to finally push her over the top, as well, the 
first wave of her orgasm washed over her, cutting off her scream of 
release. Even as I felt her tightening around me, her pelvis began a 
series of short, rapid thrusting movements as she repeatedly impaled 
herself on me as my spasming penis filled her with my seed. She barely 
had time to draw a breath before another deep wave of release forced a 
high-pitched squeak past her lips. When it passed, she managed to draw a 
deep, ragged breath before groaning as a third, then fourth, took her 
over as the spasming and fluttering of her hot, wet vagina drew even 
more of my juices from me.

Even without scanning her, I knew that her orgasm was deep and long. 
Only by the end of her fifth wave of release, was I completely drained. 
The sensations around my manhood were more than enough to keep me hard 
inside her, though; and as her sixth and seventh spasms passed, I 
pressed myself against her, pushing against her clitoris to draw them 
out even longer. As the eighth left, I felt her ankles unlock from 
behind me before she lowered her legs to the floor. Looking down at her, 
I could see her all but collapse from the drain she'd just been through.

I gently pulled myself free of her, then looked over to where Holly was 
- only to be amazed at the sight she presented. Her eyes glazed, she was 
looking at us with an expression of absolute wonder - even from where I 
was, I could see that her breasts were hard and tight, nipples erect. 
Her vaginal lips were fully extended and clearly parted, glistening with 
a wetness that was matched by trails of her vaginal fluids that had 
trickled down the insides of both of her thighs.

When she realized I was looking at her, she suddenly blinked a couple of 
times, and said "That was the most incredible, the hottest, the 
*sexiest* thing I could ever hope to see. God! It made me *SO* horny!"

I grinned, and said "I can see that!"

She looked down at her breasts, then with a start, leaned forward to 
examine herself between her legs. A moment later, she looked up at me, 
and said "I didn't know I got that hot! Dammit, Mike, now I *need* you!"

"You're not still sore inside?" I asked, worried.

"After seeing _that_?! Hell, no! At least, not enough to matter. Just DO 
me! I don't care if you shoot or not; I don't even care how long you 
last - I just *need* you, inside me!"

With that, she quickly moved to lay down, then spread her legs in open 
invitation. She was so obviously aroused, so enticing, that I couldn't 
help but want to make love to her. I knee-walked over to her, and her 
lust-filled eyes never left my swaying erection. As I moved between her 
thighs, I told her "I'm still wet from Diane, and my cum."

Holly just looked up at me and said "I don't care. Hell, that makes it 
even better! Just put that thing IN me, will you?"

I moved over her, and she didn't hesitate to reach between us to take my 
still-slick penis in her hand and position it between her parted labia. 
I moved a little to get myself in position, but before I could actually 
move to enter her, she hunched her hips up, wrapping herself around me 
in a single motion - and moaning her pleasure as she did.

I followed her down as she let her hips lower again, then eased myself 
out of her. She was incredibly wet, and as tight as she'd been the night 
before; I didn't hesitate to press myself into her again accompanied by 
her groan of satisfaction.

Between the stimulation of her obvious enjoyment, and the feel of her 
around my manhood, I quickly got into the spirit of the situation and 
began making love to her in earnest. To my surprise, it took only a 
minute or so before she orgasmed - her legs quickly wrapped around my 
waist as she pulled me down to fill her as much as possible. Spasm after 
spasm wracked her young body as her vaginal walls fluttered and clenched 
around me. Even though I'd just finished giving everything I had to 
Diane, I still felt a couple of twitches in my penis as it tried to 
unload nonexistent semen into her.

By the time her orgasm ended, I was feeling a little bit of strain 
myself, and wasn't too terribly unhappy to pull out of her and lay down 
of the floor between her and Diane.

After a few moments, I listened to both of them start to move around 
before I felt them move next to me - pretty much assuming the same 
positions they'd had when we woke up. In one ear, I heard Holly say 
"Thank you, Michael. That was *just* what I needed!", followed by a 
giggle. A minute later, Diane came to life enough to tell me "That was 
absolutely *incredible*. But don't ever do it again, okay?" before 
releasing heavy sigh of satiation as I gave her a small hug of 
agreement.

We lay like that for probably an hour, or so - not fully awake, but not 
asleep either - happy to be with each other, and *totally* relaxed.

When all of us were completely awake again, and finally motivated enough 
to actually move, we trooped upstairs for another shower. It was a nice, 
loving, comfortable experience for all of us - we all washed and dried 
each other with plenty of kisses and caresses.

When we were done, we decided to go ahead and get dressed. Back 
downstairs, I saw that Holly was feeling a little sore again; Diane was 
plainly completely wrung out. Despite their mild protests, I went into 
the kitchen to make breakfast. By the time I was done, both of them had 
been drawn into the kitchen by the smell of bacon and cheese omelets, 
hash browns, and toasted English muffins. Diane set the table while 
Holly got us all set up with milk and orange juice; by the time they 
were done, I was too, and delivered the plates to the breakfast nook 
just as they were sitting down.

Breakfast went quickly enough, and when we were done, it didn't take 
much discussion to figure out what to do next: Diane loaded and started 
the dishwasher while Holly and I went about cleaning up the rest of the 
house - paying special attention to the den! - and getting the laundry 
done so there wasn't any evidence that anything special had gone on.

Diane finished first, of course, and had plenty of time to get some of 
her energy back by the time Holly and I were done. While waiting for the 
clothes to finish, we'd sit on the couch with her and the three of us 
cuddled while we watched the different New Years Day parades.

The rest of the time before Mom and Dad got home, we kept ourselves 
occupied pretty much as we always had - TV, videos, videogames, music, 
and so on. The only change was that we spent the second night together 
in Holly's bed, Diane and I neatly sandwiching her.

-----

The next couple of months went by quickly. Diane came over often enough 
that the two of us found several opportunities to make love with each 
other; each time we did, it seemed like we grew that much closer to each 
other in the process. In between, Holly and I had plenty of chances to 
expand HER horizons, as well. As often as not, one or the other of us 
would simply take the opportunity to get the other one off orally - but 
if we had the time, neither of us was the slightest bit reluctant to do 
more.

Such was our relationship that when my birthday rolled around in April, 
I was awakened to the sensation of a pair of lips wrapped around my 
erect penis while a *very* talented tongue danced along its underside. 
Diane hadn't spent the night, so I knew that it was Holly applying her 
considerable skills to getting me off - something that didn't take her 
long, at all. Only after I'd sprayed what felt like quarts of my semen 
down her throat did she let my rapidly-softening erection free - and 
tell me "Happy Birthday, Michael!" with a big grin (and a few specks of 
my cum) on her face. It was one HELLUVA Monday morning wakeup call!

That evening, while we had a small birthday 'party' for me, Diane handed 
me a small gift as she whispered "This is just for show, Mike. I'll give 
you your *real* present this weekend!".

The next evening, I was home studying alone; Mom and Dad had gone off to 
some charity event or other while Holly was out on a car date with one 
of the guys from school. I knew who he was, approximately; Charlie 
Wilkins, a guy that had transferred into our school over the Christmas 
break. Nobody knew much else about him, other than there weren't that 
many guys that actually *liked* him - he was something of a bully, and 
most of us just tolerated his arrogance and big mouth. I didn't much 
care for her going out with him, but didn't have anything specific to 
say against it, either. Besides, I figured, if I tried to stop her, 
she'd just as likely do it anyway out of spite or something.

I was half-laying on the couch in the den, reading my Civics homework 
when I heard the front door slam, followed by the sound of what could 
only be Holly rapidly stomping up the stairs. She was back home 
considerably earlier than I'd expected, so I went upstairs to find out 
what had happened - suspecting that I already knew.

I knocked on her door, asking Holly if she was okay. She didn't answer 
for a few moments, and I knocked again - only then did I hear her 
muffled "Come on in, Mike".

I opened the door to her room to find her bent over and rummaging around 
in her closet, dressed only in her panties, throwing things around as 
her shoulders shook in time with what were obviously sobs of anger and 
frustration. I asked her what had happened, and she told me "Charlie 
Wilkins. THAT'S what happened!"

"Let me guess - he got too friendly?"

"Oh, no, he didn't get too friendly!" she told me. As she stood up and 
turned around, I heard her say "He completely went off the deep end is 
what he did!"

When she was finally facing me, my blood ran cold: I could see obvious 
bruises on her breasts - and more on her thighs, between her legs.

I barely had time to take all that in before she ran into my arms, 
openly crying. It broke my heart to see her like that - not just 
bruised, but so obviously hurt and traumatized by whatever had happened. 
I held her there in my arms for several minutes while she cried it out 
of her system.

When she'd finally cried out her hurt and anger and frustration, I 
managed to get her to sit with me on the edge of her bed. Once there, it 
didn't take much to get her to tell me what had happened.

"It started off okay enough, for a first date.", she told me. "I mean, 
you saw him in the den when he picked me up and everything, right?"

I nodded, and she went on "Well, after we left here, he asked me if I 
wanted a burger or anything. I agreed, and he took us to the Burger 
Barn" - a common enough place for our school - "and was as nice as he 
could be; I mean we sat there talking to each other real nice and 
everything. After that, we got back in his car, and he told me that we 
were going to that new horror movie that's out. I told him I didn't 
think that I wanted to see it - I thought it would be too gross. He 
tried to talk me into going anyway, but I *really* didn't want to see 
it. He got kind of mad, and said that he was halfway tempted to see it 
anyway; I told him that was fine - but that *I* wouldn't be with him. 
Then he got even madder, and said that there wasn't anything else on 
that he wanted to see. I told him I was sorry, but that I just didn't 
like those gory kinds of movies. He seemed to calm down a little bit, 
and we just drove around for a while. Finally, he seemed to make up his 
mind about something, and a couple minutes later, I saw that he was 
pulling us into Thompson Park. I thought he might want to just sit and 
talk, so I didn't say anything about it. But when he pulled into that 
parking area - you know, the one with all the bushes around it? - I got 
kind of nervous. But he didn't try anything right away. He just turned 
around a little bit to face me, and started talking to me - telling me 
about how good he was at sports, and how many girlfriends he had at his 
old school. When he started that, I decided right then that this was 
going to be my ONLY date with him, but I kept listening to him; you 
know, to be polite and everything."

"Then, all of a sudden, he leaned over, and kissed me! I pushed him 
back, and told him I didn't kiss _anybody_ on a first date. He got mad 
again, and in this really mean voice, told me that that was fine with 
him - we could just move on to the next step. I asked him what he meant, 
and he leaned over again and put his hand on my breast; over my blouse. 
I pushed his hand away, and said that I didn't do *that* either. He got 
even madder, and told me that I was a cock-teaser - but that he didn't 
play that game, and grabbed my breast again. I slapped him, and he got 
even madder before he told me that he didn't go out on dates without 
'getting some'. I told him he wasn't 'getting some' from ME, and started 
to get out of the car, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back in, 
saying that we'd just see about that.

"I tried to push him away, but he was bigger and stronger than I am, and 
he got on top of me. He kept grabbing my breasts *really* hard - it hurt 
a _lot_ - while he tried to kiss me. I kept turning my head away from 
him, so he finally gave up, and started trying to push my legs apart. I 
finally saw my chance, and kneed him; while he was gasping and holding 
himself, I jumped out of the car and ran toward a gas station I could 
see. When I got there, the guy asked me if I needed him to call the 
cops, and I told him no, but that if he'd call me a cab, I'd appreciate 
it. He did, and when it showed up, I took it back here. You know the 
rest."

By the time she finished her story, I was ready to hunt down Charlie 
Wilkins, and solve his sore balls problem - by cutting them off, slowly, 
and with a dull knife. Holly could see in my face that I was mad (!!), 
and grabbed my arm, telling me "Mike, don't!"

"Don't what?" I asked.

"Don't go after him. If you do anything to him, YOU'LL get into trouble, 
too. Maybe not as much, but it will still mess up your graduation."

I thought it over a few moments, and realized that I could take care of 
the bastard without laying a hand on him. I must have gotten some kind 
of grin on my face, because Holly asked me "What? Why are you smiling 
like that? You're scaring me."

I looked at her, and said "I'm going to take care of Charlie. He won't 
bother you, or anyone else, again."

"Michael, *don't touch him*! I mean it! If you do anything, YOU'LL just 
get into trouble too!"

"Don't worry. I'm not going to lay a finger on him - I'm just going to 
*talk* to him."

She looked at me, doubtfully, but didn't say anything - she knew that I 
wouldn't lie to her. But she also knew that I was damned well going to 
take care of Charlie, too - and she didn't have the slightest idea of 
how I was going to do it.

The next day at school, lunchtime couldn't come early enough for me. But 
the bell finally rang, and I was free to do what I wanted to do more 
than anything else in the world: take Charlie Wilkins out of the picture 
_forever_.

One of his few friends must have told him that I wouldn't be happy; when 
he saw me walking toward him, he looked ready to fight. He had a couple 
of his friends with him, and when some of MY friends saw me heading for 
him, they came over, too.  When I was standing in front of him, Charlie 
looked down at me (he was a couple inches taller and about fifty pounds 
heavier than me), and asked "What? You got a problem, dickweed?"

"Not me, Charlie. You're the one with the problem. You hurt my sister 
last night. PHYSICALLY hurt her, even after she told you 'no' more than 
once. That's not a nice thing to do, Charlie."

He laughed, and said "So what are YOU gonna do about it, Mikey? Kick my 
ass?", before laughing again.

"Nope. If you'll just step over a little ways" - I gestured toward a 
tree a few yards away - "so we're alone, I just want to talk to you, and 
explain a few things."

His buddies laughed when he said "OOOOOOO! Gonna tell me what a _bad_ 
_boy_ I was, and hurt my feelings?"

"Sort of. You afraid of that, Charlie?"

I could see him start to get mad, and took a couple of steps in the 
direction of the tree, and looked back at him. I knew he couldn't afford 
NOT to do it, and wasn't surprised when he followed me a few seconds 
later.
 
When we were close to the tree, we stopped, and I moved a little bit so 
that we were generally face-to-face; but with me off to the side a 
little, so that everyone could see the front of him fully. My back was 
toward them; they couldn't see what I was saying or doing.

I looked up at him, and said "Charlie, you really pissed me off, you 
know that?"

He just grinned at me, and I went on "I'll bet you've hurt a few other 
girls, too, haven't you?"

"Yeah, maybe. So?"

"That's not a nice thing to do, Charlie. Real anti-social, in fact."

"Tough shit, dickweed. I take a girl out and spend money on her, she 
comes across, one way or another."

"Well, Charlie, that's not how it's going to work any more."

He laughed, and said "What, you think I'm gonna stop just because YOU 
say I should?"

"As a matter of fact, I do, Charlie", I answered - before opening the 
spigot to The Force farther than I ever had before, and projecting 
enough of it into his mind that I literally took it over before he could 
even *blink*.

I was pissed. I was more than pissed. I was so far beyond pissed that it 
was ridiculous. But I was also in control. Of myself, and of Charlie. I 
could see it in his eyes: he was absolutely terrified. He *knew* it was 
me doing it to him, and that there wasn't a damn thing he could do about 
it.

I started to do something that I'd never done before. Despite my resolve 
to never do anything that might draw attention to what I could do, this 
shithead had hurt *Holly* - and I wasn't about to let him get away with 
it. Instead of trying to hurt him physically, I deliberately went about 
trashing his mind, instead. Not by making him senile or crazy or 
anything like that; instead, I read some of his memories, and found a 
couple of other girls that he'd hurt the way he had Holly. Using the 
information in HIS mind, I was able to find _them_, too - and quickly 
pull from their minds what THEY had felt like. I literally REMOVED their 
memories of the events from them - they would never again suffer the 
pain and fear of what they'd been through. And I took those memories, 
and put them into CHARLIE'S mind: _making_ him experience what he'd done 
to them from THEIR point of view. And I fused those memories into his 
mind, making them a permanent part of him. He would always know what 
he'd done to them as THEY had experienced it - he wouldn't be able to 
forget it any more than they had.

While I was doing it, I kept talking to him, saying "Now, Charlie, you 
know what it's like - you're helpless, and there isn't a damn thing you 
can do to stop me. You've always used your SIZE to control girls and get 
your way. Now I'm using my MIND to do the same thing to you. Like it? 
No? Then maybe you'll understand what it's been like for the girls that 
you've taken out. Oh, you think you're a *man*, and that makes it okay? 
Well surprise, Charlie: you're not a _man_, you're an oversized lump of 
SHIT. *I'm* a MAN: I respect people and treat them nice - at least, 
until they show me that they don't deserve it, like you have.

"Here, Charlie: here's what Eileen was feeling when you raped her in 
your dad's car that night. Oh, don't like it? Too bad - if it's okay for 
you to 'get some' from her because your body is bigger and stronger, 
then it's okay for ME to do this to YOU because my MIND is bigger and 
stronger. Wait a minute, Charlie - we're not done yet. Here are 
Stephanie's memories, too - she gave in, so you didn't hurt her as much, 
but doesn't change the fact that she didn't want to. What, you don't 
like having to live with how she felt after you were done? Tough shit. 
You pushed what SHE wanted out of the way, so I'm pushing what YOU want 
out of the way. If it's okay for you to use your bigger body to get what 
YOU want, then it's okay for me to use my bigger MIND to get what *I* 
want, right?"

By this time, I could see the fear and desperation in his eyes. I told 
him "Charlie, you've been a bad, BAD boy. But I promised Holly that I 
wasn't going to touch you. Funny, isn't it? I can pay you back for her, 
and all the others, without laying as much as a finger on you. I can 
hurt you as much as you hurt them, all without mussing a single hair on 
your pointy head. No? You don't think it's funny? Well, too bad, 
Charlie. You fucked up, and now you're paying the price. You've got 
those memories, now - you KNOW what you did, and you KNOW it was wrong. 
And you're going to have to live with it the rest of your life. Because 
I put those memories in there for KEEPS. The last thing in your mind 
before you die will be the memory of what you did to Eileen, and 
Stephanie."

"Oh, now Charlie, that wasn't very nice! Thinking that if you kicked my 
ass or something, this would all fade away. Now, really, Charlie! Don't 
you think that if I could get inside your head as fast as I did a minute 
ago, I couldn't do it again? And that if you were trying to hurt me, I 
might not be as NICE as I have been? Do you suppose that if you were to 
even *pretend* to hit me, I might not make your balls blow up? Don't you 
think that I could make your DICK fall off if you even THOUGHT about 
hurting me, or anyone I care about? That's it, Charlie: be afraid. I 
want you to KNOW that I can do anything I want to you, any time I want, 
any WHERE I want. Oh, you don't believe it? How about this, Charlie, you 
pathetic excuse for a human being: I'm going to make you wet your pants. 
Yup, that's what I'm going to do, just to PROVE to you that I can do 
anything I want to you."

And I did. I reached into his mind, and found the spot that controlled 
his bladder - and *touched* it. I could hear the people behind me gasp, 
then snicker, as a large wet spot developed on the front of Charlie's 
pants.

"Now you believe, don't you Charlie? Yeah, I can see that you do. Good. 
Oh, that's not a good idea, Charlie. Really, now - who's going to 
believe that I somehow got into your head and MADE you do stuff? Who's 
going to believe that I could MAKE you do _anything_? I mean, really: 
here I am, shorter and smaller than you are, and *I'm* _forcing_ you? 
Who would believe that for even a second, Charlie? Shucks, I'm not 
anywhere near you, much less actually touching you. Yeah, that's a good 
boy - just keep your big mouth shut, and take it. That's way better than 
looking even stupider than you already are, isn't it? Sure it is.

"Oh, and Charlie? As fucked up as you are, I know that you might get it 
into your feeble little mind to try and take this out on someone. That 
wouldn't be a good idea, Charlie. You see, now I know you. I can find 
you - your mind - any time I want. I can stop in and have a look at it 
whenever the mood strikes me. You're MINE, now, Charlie. And if I look 
in on you, Charlie, and find out that you haven't been a good boy? Well, 
I just might get it into my head to *punish* you for a little while. 
Maybe a bad case of the farts every time you get within 3 feet of 
*anybody*. Or maybe you'll just throw up on any girl that talks to you. 
How about this: a case of blue balls that lasts the rest of your life. 
No? Then _behave_ yourself, Charlie. 

"Now get the fuck away from me before I decide that I *really* don't 
like you!"

With that, I pulled out of his mind - and watched him start to cry with 
relief. I stepped aside for him, but he still moved well away from me as 
he made his way back to where his friends were - then continuing past 
them, his shoulders hunched in shame and fear.

I walked back to where the rest of them were, and told his buddies 
"Nobody hurts my sister - NOBODY. If she says no, she means no, and 
that's the end of it. Anybody else that doesn't understand that is going 
to think Charlie had it easy. Got it?"

They nodded solemnly, fear in their eyes, before beating a hasty 
retreat. My friends stood there, looking at me, before Sam - one of the 
guys on the baseball team - asked "What the HELL did you say to him, 
Mike?"

"Just pointed out the error of his ways, is all. Gave him a different 
perspective, kind of." I said, casually. He didn't believe it any more 
than any of the others - but like them, he didn't want to push it after 
seeing what I'd done with Charlie.

Word of what happened spread quickly. It wasn't two days before every 
girl in school knew about Charlie: what he was like, and what happened 
to him. Along the way, he lost every one of the people that had dared 
call him 'friend' - when he walked through the halls, it was like there 
was an invisible zone around him that no one would enter - either from 
disgust at him, embarrassment for him, or fear about him.

Word of who had done it to him spread even more quickly - and the girls 
that I'd gone out with took the opportunity to tell any of their friends 
that would listen that *I* was just the opposite of Charlie, and how 
much fun they had on dates with ME. The net result of that was that I 
had several girls come up and ask ME for dates, instead of the other way 
around. I accepted a few, politely and gently refusing the rest - always 
careful to leave the girl with the knowledge that it wasn't anything 
about HER that made me decline, so they didn't have any hurt feelings.

The few times Charlie and I saw each other, he visibly cringed at the 
sight of me, and quickly moved away. The school principal, and several 
of the teachers, were aware that something had happened between us - but 
there were simply too many people ready to verify that there hadn't been 
ANY physical contact of ANY kind between us for them to follow up on it. 
All they could do was watch us as we went about our daily activities.

Friday night, as promised, Diane came over to spend the night with 
Holly. Dad was scheduled for another charity golf thing the next day, so 
that meant that he and Mom would be gone all Saturday morning, and a 
fair part of the afternoon.

I wasn't all *that* surprised to wake up Saturday morning and find Diane 
in bed and under the covers with me - straddling my hips as she lay on 
top of me, watching me as I slept.

When she saw that my eyes were open, she gave me a big grin, and wiggled 
herself against my erection - the end of which was brushing against her 
vaginal opening.

"Holly's still asleep; I told her last night that I was going to give 
you your *real* birthday present this morning, so even if she wakes up, 
she'll give us some privacy." Diane told me, still grinning.

"And just what might that present *be*?" I asked, suspiciously.

"I'm going to let you make love to me..." - I raised an eyebrow in 
question before she finished by saying - "in my butt."

Seeing the look of surprise (!!) on my face, she added "When we've made 
love before, sometimes you've playing with me, you know, *there*; you 
even put your finger in me a couple of times. It _always_ felt weird, 
but a few times, it felt pretty good, too. I got to thinking about it, 
and decided that I'd like to try it at least ONCE, just to see what it's 
like. I figured you would probably like to try it too, so I thought I'd 
give myself to you that way for a birthday present!"

I couldn't help it - my dick twitched at the idea of what Diane was 
offering. She felt it, too, and the grin on her face just got that much 
bigger as her eyes brightened. She wiggled back against me again, and 
said "I'm going to take that to mean you _want_ my present!" before 
giggling.

"Uh, yeah, I'd like that. But only if you do - I mean, only if you're 
sure. I don't want to _hurt_ you or anything!" I told her.

"Oh, no, you're not going to hurt me. If it starts to hurt, I'll tell 
you, that's for darn sure! I know you'll stop if it does, Mike - that's 
why I want to do it with YOU first."

I looked at her again, then scanned her, just to make *sure* she was 
really doing this because she *wanted* to. As much as the idea of 
burying myself between her cute ass cheeks turned me on, I wasn't about 
to do it if she was only making the offer because she thought _I_ wanted 
to do it. But my scan of her revealed that she really did want to try it 
- she'd been thinking about it for quite some time, and it got her 
juices flowing every time she did. I even found that she'd thought it 
through pretty carefully, and had done everything she could think of to 
get ready for this morning: her bowels were empty, and she'd brought 
along some lubricant.

I put my arms around her and pulled her up toward my head so I could 
kiss her; she welcomed it, opening her mouth so our tongues could take 
turns dancing in each other's mouths. When they did, I could feel the 
hard nubbins of her nipples pressing into my chest; as the kiss 
continued, Diane started hunching her pelvis against me.

As our kisses continued, I let my hands start roaming across her body. 
Shoulders to sides to waist, neck to hips, the swells of her breasts, 
her thighs - all were subject to my touch. And touch them I did, letting 
my fingers trace across the warm unblemished smoothness of her skin 
anywhere I could reach her. Over the next few minutes, both of us 
experienced a steady increase in our arousal.

Only when both of us were gasping from our passion and excitement did we 
manage to bring and end to our kisses. Diane raised up, holding herself 
over me with her arms; I quickly took advantage of the space between us 
by moving my hands to cover her breasts. Even as I felt their firm, 
spongy mass in my hands, I couldn't help but marvel yet again at their 
firm - yet soft - smoothness. Since I'd first seen them that day out by 
the pool, Diane's breasts had grown right along with the rest of her: 
her dark nipples and areolas still capped the rounded half-globes of her 
pale bust. On a whim, I went into her mind, and carefully prodded her 
memory; quickly enough, the information I was after became available to 
me: she was happy with, but not excessively proud of, her 32B-22-32 
figure. At 5'-4" and 116 pounds, she figured she looked fine for being 
nearly 17 years old - I could only smile to myself in agreement.

I gently squeezed her breasts a few moments before cupping them in my 
hands; then ran my thumbs over her protruding nipples, causing them to 
extend even farther. On another whim, I lifted my head to get an even 
closer look at them - delighted at the chance to SEE, as I never had 
before, the convoluted surface of her crinkled areolas, and how her 
pencil-diameter nipples grew from them. From one to the other, and back 
again, I let my gaze travel across these obvious signs of her 
femaleness.

Only when I knew that I would NEVER forget the look of them did I allow 
myself to proceed: extending my tongue, I let it slide - slowly and 
gently - across first one breast, then the other. I listened to Diane's 
gasp as I did it, and watched as first one, then the other, of her 
breasts became even more pointed.

After repeating my actions a couple of times, I couldn't resist any 
longer; and took the end of one of her breasts into my mouth, nursing at 
as though I were a hungry child. My reward was a deep-throated moan of 
pleasure from her before she let her head drop far enough to begin 
kissing my forehead and hair as she softly panted her arousal.

Even as I was suckling at one breast, I was using my hand to softly 
caress and squeeze the other. When I'd had my fill of the one breast, I 
readily moved my oral attentions to the other, giving my hand freedom to 
do to the one I'd just left what I'd been doing to it's mate.

For the next several minutes, I toggled between them, softly stroking 
and fondling whichever one of her mammaries wasn't between my lips. When 
I felt her pressing herself back against my erection, where it was 
wedged between her labia, I let my hand fall from her breast - so that I 
could use both of them to begin softly, slowly stroking her body. From 
her shoulders, I traced a path down her back, then onto her sides 
(careful not to tickle her), then on to her hips. From those, it was 
down the insides of her thighs - where I could reach them - then back up 
along the sides, and curving around to cup and squeeze the delightful 
globes of her firm, round ass cheeks. A few times, I even dared to dip 
between them, and let my fingertips trace lightly over the pucker of her 
anus; each time I did, I heard her gasp softly as she arched her back in 
welcome to my touch.

As I was doing this, she steadily increased the pressure she was 
applying to the head of my erection; a quick scan of her told me that 
she wanted to feel me inside her.

I let my hands drift to a stop on her hips, then released her left 
nipple from my mouth. She released a soft groan of disappointment, and 
lifted her head to look down at me. I smiled up at her, and said "How 
about if you let me scoot back a little, so I can rest against the 
headboard? Then you can get me inside, and I can pick up where I left 
off?"

She quickly nodded her agreement, and she lifted herself up enough to 
let me pile the pillows up behind me, then slide up to rest against 
them. After only minor adjustment on her part, she was satisfied that 
she could get me inside. That settled, I promptly went back to what I'd 
been doing: sucking on first one breast, then the other, and back again. 
With the change of position, I had better access to her body, and was 
able to expand my efforts to include not just the ends of her breasts, 
but almost their entire surface - something that pleased her 
tremendously.

My hands again tracing the delightful curves of her body, she resumed 
her rocking motions on my 'lap'. She'd positioned herself with the head 
of my erection firmly in place between her labia; so that with each 
backward press of her body, she was slowly impaling herself on my penis 
- I was filling her a tiny fraction of an inch at a time. I knew she 
wasn't having any problems taking me inside: I could feel the damp spot 
on my lower belly that told me she was fully aroused, and even leaking 
some of her sexual oils.

It took several minutes, but she was finally able to get herself 
completely wrapped around my now-throbbing erection. With her goal 
reached, I felt her moving over me, and a moment later, felt her hand 
move to between her thighs. That was followed a moment later by a low 
moan of pleasure as she started playing with her clitoris.

Satisfied with her position, Diane resumed her rocking motion - but this 
time, the idea was to slowly slide herself up and down me for perhaps a 
quarter of my length. I scanned her, and found that she actually had a 
reason for what she was doing: it was her intention to use what she was 
doing to get herself thoroughly aroused, and thus, even more relaxed in 
preparation for what she *really* wanted. She also planned to stop what 
she was doing if it looked like I was going to climax. Her thinking was 
that if she stopped me before then, I'd not only be able to enter her 
anus sooner, but last long enough for her once I was there. It seemed 
pretty reasonable to me, too, so I went along with it by gradually 
increasing how often I'd let my fingers slide between her ass cheeks, 
and the pressure I applied as I let them slide across her rectum.

Between her self-stimulations, and what *I* was doing to her, it didn't 
take long before Diane found herself well along the way toward orgasm. I 
was feeling pretty good, myself, but wasn't anywhere near unloading in 
her. So we continued like that for several more minutes, Diane's 
excitement increasing much faster than mine - until, finally, I felt her 
clamp down on me as she orgasmed. When she did, I quickly moved my hand 
down so that I could use my finger to press against her anus in time 
with the spasms washing through her as I continued sucking on the nipple 
I had in my mouth. The feeling of her tight, wet vagina clasping and 
fluttering around my penis was incredible; I could only imagine and 
dream about what her nether hole would feel like. I have to admit to 
feeling relieved as the sensations she was creating began to subside - 
if they'd gone on much longer, I would have filled her with my seed, and 
spoiled her plan.

As her orgasm tapered off, Diane eventually pulled back from me a little 
way. When I let go of her, she quickly moved toward me again, placing 
her lips on mine for a wonderfully sensual, loving kiss before sitting 
upright again. Only then did she open her mouth to speak to me, saying 
"That was *incredible* - especially when you started using your finger 
to, uh, _push_ on me.", with a grin.

I smiled back, and said "I'm glad you enjoyed it - I've been having 
plenty of fun, too, thanks to you."

She felt that I was still hard and inside her; when she started to move, 
I told her "Uh, I think you better hold still for a little bit, unless 
you want to wait a while to give me my 'present'". 

She looked at me questioningly, and I explained "What you were doing was 
feeling pretty good, and it got even better when you came. I'm pretty 
close right now, and every time you move around like that, I get a 
little closer."

She immediately held her body still, but lifted her arms so that she 
could rest her wrists on my shoulders as I cupped her breasts. Looking 
into my eyes, she told me "Thanks for letting me know. I, uh, I was 
thinking that if you stopped before you shot, it wouldn't take you so 
long to be ready to, um, put it in my butt."

"That's fine." I replied.

"You don't mind waiting? To climax, I mean?"

"Nope. If you're as much fun *there* as you have been everywhere else, I 
want to enjoy it for as long as I can!"

She blushed slightly, and said "I was kind of thinking the same thing - 
that if you didn't actually shoot, you'd last longer the other way."

By this time, I had been able to kind of 'pull back' a bit, and knew 
that I wasn't going to climax any time soon. I told her "If there's 
anything you have to do, I think I'll be ready to go on in a minute or 
two."

She blushed a little again, and said "I, uh, took care of making sure I 
was ready earlier. I think the only thing we need to do is use the 
lubrication I brought."

"Sounds like a plan to me. Whenever you're ready, then."

She smiled at me, and used my shoulders to steady herself as she got her 
legs underneath her, then slowly get up onto her knees. I got onto my 
knees then, too. While I was doing that, she reached over to the towel 
that was laying off to the side, and reached under it to pull out a 
bottle of petroleum jelly. She started to hand it to me, saying "I think 
we need to, um, use this, right?"

"I expect so. I'll do yours if you'll do mine!", I teased.

She grinned at me, opened the bottle, and scooped out some of it onto a 
couple of her fingers. Handing the bottle to me, she reached out for my 
still-glistening erection and said "From the look of it, you don't need 
much of this!"

I collected my own dollop of the stuff, and answered "Maybe not - but do 
you want to take the chance?"

She grinned, blushed, and said "Not on your life!" before taking me into 
her hand and starting to smear the stuff along my length. A minute or so 
later, satisfied with her handiwork, she turned me loose and grabbed the 
towel to clean the excess off her hands. That done, she turned away from 
me and lowered herself to her hands and knees.

I couldn't help admiring the globes of her ass; only when she looked 
over her shoulder at me and asked "Well?" did I move behind her.

With the glob of petroleum jelly in one hand, I only had one free to try 
and separate her cheeks so I could apply it. I made a few tries at it, 
but it never quite seemed to be a good combination. Seeming to realize 
the problem, Diane lowered her shoulders to the bed, then reached behind 
herself. A hand on each cheek, she readily spread them for me, giving me 
free access to - and a clear view of - her most intimate place. Again, I 
had to admire the scene before me for a few seconds before reaching out 
to apply the lubricant. I made sure to not only spread it around the 
rosette of her anus, but pushed some of it inside her, as well. As I was 
doing all this, I could see her labia becoming longer and darker with 
her arousal, and a few dewdrops of her natural oils appearing between 
them. Clearly, she was aroused by the thought of what we were about to 
do.

Finally satisfied that things would be as easy as possible for BOTH of 
us, I cleaned my hand off with the towel she'd brought. Only then did I 
move the last few inches forward, getting myself into position to take 
this last of her treasures.

I positioned the head of my penis against the pucker of her rectum as 
she continued to hold herself open for me. I asked her "Diane, are you 
*sure* you want to do this?"

"Yes, Mike, I'm sure. But thanks for asking.", she answered, pleased by 
my question.

Holding myself in place with one hand, I put the other on her hip to 
steady myself as I gently pressed forward. I could see it as my efforts 
pushed the ring of her anus inward, but it wasn't enough to get me 
THROUGH - I was simply too reluctant to risk actually hurting her. I 
eased up for a moment, then tried again, with a little more pressure; 
still without success.

Diane, recognizing the problem, told me "Mike, it's okay. I *want* you 
to do this. If it starts to hurt or anything, I *promise* I'll tell 
you."

Reassured that she really did want it to happen, I realized that I could 
do what I'd done the first time I'd deflowered her: simply scan her, 
continuously, so that I'd know if/when I was hurting her. With that in 
mind, I took a deep breath, got into her mind, and started pressing 
myself against her.

 From her mind, I knew that it was uncomfortable for her, but not 
painful. Pressing harder didn't hurt her, either; though it DID increase 
her discomfort - and surprisingly, her arousal. More pressure, and I 
could feel - from her mind - as she started to open up to me. A little 
more, and suddenly, I was through: the head of my erection popped 
through her opening, even as she clamped down around me.

I heard her gasp, and immediately stopped, happy to discover that she 
wasn't in any pain - only surprised and slightly discomforted by the 
suddenness of it. She released her hold on her buttocks, and grabbed a 
double handful of my bed covers as she told me "That's it - just hold 
still for bit. Jeez, is that your dick, or did you slip your arm into me 
when I wasn't looking?!"

I couldn't resist the temptation, and stuck both arms over to where she 
could see them, waving my hands in the air. She gave a gasping giggle, 
and said "Okay, okay. I don't know if I feel any better knowing that, or 
not!", with a grin.

I grinned back, and said "Well, the question DID do wonders for my ego, 
though!", earning myself smile.

After a few moments, I could feel her starting to relax around me. 
Another scan of her, and I knew that she still wasn't feeling any pain - 
and actually starting to adjust to it. About that time, she told me "I'm 
getting used to it, now. Just take it slow, okay?"

"Whatever you say", I reassured her.

Still, I waited a little longer before putting my hands on her hips, 
then pressing myself into her - *slowly*, as she'd asked. I scanned her 
as I did, learning that she had decided that the worst was over: once I 
was inside her, the rest of me was pretty much the same size, so she 
wasn't being stretched any farther. By the time I got about halfway into 
her, my scan revealed that not only was she relaxed about having me 
inside her that way, but was actually starting to ENJOY it: as she'd 
gotten used to my presence in her, the feeling of having me fill her so 
completely as I entered her farther and farther was arousing her.

Soon enough, the deed was done: both of us felt it as her sphincter met 
the base of my penis; my pelvis wedged into the juncture of her ass 
cheeks while my balls softly kissed her wet and extended labia. I was 
inside her most intimate place, completely and fully.

With my pubic hair brushing against the tight ring of her anus, I held 
myself steady inside her - ready to give her as much time as she needed 
before I began to make *active* love to her.

After I'd been inside her for a few moments, Diane took a deep breath, 
then releasing it in a low moan of pleasure and arousal. I felt her 
relax around me even more as she said "Oh, GOD, that feels weird! But it 
feels *so* _good_, too!"

A few moments later, she told me "Go ahead and pull out a little bit, 
then back in again - but slow, okay?"

Holding her hips steady, I carefully - SLOWLY - eased myself back, 
letting perhaps half my length slide out of her tight opening. I waited 
a few seconds, and then - just as patiently - pressed myself back into 
her.

I felt her shudder as I did, and quickly scanned her - only to discover 
that the sensation of having me fill her again was nearly overloading 
her with pleasure. Knowing that not only was she not feeling any pain, 
but was actually *enjoying* what I was doing, I didn't hesitate to do it 
again. And again. And again.

Each time I did, I sped up my actions *ever* so slightly. After a couple 
of minutes, I was pistoning in and out of her incredibly hot and tight 
anus in a smooth, steady rhythm - a rhythm that her moans and gasps told 
me was as pleasing and satisfying to her as it was to me.

The next few minutes were incredible - Diane had finally managed to 
raise her body up, supporting with her arms. That left her breasts to 
sway gently in time with my thrusts into her. The sight of it fascinated 
me, and I couldn't help but lean over her a bit so I could take them 
into my hands. When I did, I felt her nipples dragging across my palms 
as the weight of her mammaries shifted in time with my thrusting; and I 
felt them harden even more at the contact.

I scanned her again, and found that the feeling of having my erection 
sliding in and out of her - filling, then emptying, her most intimate 
place - was steadily moving her toward an orgasm. The problem was that 
*I* was moving closer to it faster than she was: the feeling of her 
bowels being wrapped around my hard member, and KNOWING where I was in 
her, was having too much of an effect on ME. I knew that if something 
didn't happen, I was going to empty my balls in her before she got HER 
release, too. As good as it felt to be buried in her that way; I wanted 
her to get the ultimate pleasure from it so that she'd be more willing 
to do it again.

As I continued thrusting into her, I tried to figure out a way to delay 
my own release without it being too obvious. A few moments later, I got 
an idea, and quickly went about implementing it.

Entering Diane's mind, I carefully planted a thought: that as nice as 
what I was doing to her FELT, it might be just as erotic to SEE it. That 
done, I continued to monitor her; taking every opportunity to bring the 
idea up again and again. In short order, she spoke up, telling me "Mike! 
I want to see - you know, *us*."

"I think we can do that."

"How?"

"You get on your back. I'm between your legs. All you have to do is lift 
your legs some more, and you should be able to see."

She thought a moment, and then quickly agreed to my suggestion. I 
released her breasts where I was cupping them in my hands, and took hold 
of her hips. Holding her steady, I slowly eased my hips back to slide 
myself free of her clenching rosette. With a barely audible 'pop', the 
head of my penis pulled free of her; she quickly moved to lay on the 
bed, then rolled onto her back. Looking up at me, she spread her legs in 
invitation before raising her knees nearly to her chest.

Looking down at her, I said "You're still going to have to hunch your 
back a lot to see. You'll probably want a couple of pillows to help keep 
you comfortable." I was after ever second of delay I could get.

She nodded her understanding, and let her legs drop as she quickly 
grabbed the pillows to stack them under her shoulders. That 
accomplished, her knees resumed their previous position. I moved between 
her legs and leaned forward to put my hands on the bed on either side of 
her. She put her hands behind her knees and pulled them even higher, 
nearly to her shoulders. She released her legs, letting them rest 
against my arms. After only a little adjustment, we were ready: taking 
hold of myself with one hand, I positioned the head of my erection 
against the dark pink ring of her rectum. A quick glance at showed that 
her eyes were locked on where we were touching. I scanned her to find 
out that she was _more_ than ready for what came next; indeed, she was 
looking forward to it.

I looked down between us and let my weight push my penis against her 
anus - and watched as it easily popped through, allowing the rest of my 
erection to follow it. As this was happening, I could hear Diane grunt 
as I entered her again, followed by her moan of pleasure as she 
simultaneously felt and *watched* what was happening to her.

When I was again filling her, Diane looked up at me, saying "Oh, *god*, 
that was so sexy! I mean, I could _watch_ what you were doing at the 
same time I was actually FEELING it. It was just *so* incredible!"

"I'm glad you liked it" I told her, before lowering my head to kiss her. 
Our kiss continued for nearly a minute, ending only when I couldn't 
resist the temptation to flex my erection inside her. When I did, she 
broke our kiss to gasp, and then tell me "That was such a turn-on, but I 
want MORE now."

Having had enough time that my excitement had tapered off a bit, I was 
ready to pick up where I'd left off - and slowly eased myself out of her 
until only the head was inside her sphincter. Our eyes stayed locked on 
each other as I let my weight push me back inside her until I felt my 
balls grazing her skin. 

Over the next couple of minutes, I again gradually ratcheted up the 
speed of my strokes. Finally, I was again in the same tempo that I'd 
been in before. It wasn't much longer before Diane started hunching 
herself up toward me; her body welcoming my invading member as I 
plundered her most private place. When she did, I scanned her, and found 
that she was getting even more excited this time than she had before: 
being able to _watch_ as I filled and emptied her back channel was as 
stimulating to her as the act itself. So much so that I began to feel a 
change in the way I was entering her - and when I looked down to see 
what was causing it, saw that she was lubricating so much that there was 
a small overflow that was trickling down to where we were joined; mixing 
with the lubrication we'd applied.

I scanned her a few times, and realized that I could speed up my actions 
a bit - she was moving more quickly toward her release than she had been 
before. I gradually increased the pace of my actions, carefully 
monitoring her to make sure that I wasn't hurting her, or moving her too 
quickly to her orgasm. I was safe on both counts, and the increased 
pressure and motion helped get me moving toward my own release.

Finally, we found ourselves on the 'home stretch': even as I felt my 
balls tighten up, I scanned Diane to find that she was on the verge of 
release herself, needing only some undefined trigger to make it happen. 
A dozen strokes into her, and I was close; a dozen more, and I was there 
- I felt my penis throb as the first spurt of my cum jetted out the end 
to begin flooding her bowels. That seemed to be all Diane needed to push 
her over the edge, as well: even as I felt myself tighten up to do it 
again, I felt her anus clamp down on me as her entire body went rigid. I 
nearly didn't get the second load into her: she was so tight around me 
that I could barely past the tight ring of her anus. It was only by 
pushing myself as far into her as I could that I was able to get enough 
of my erection into her to let it happen - and that added penetration of 
her only seemed to make her orgasm more intense.

As I was filling her dark passage with my semen, Diane was gasping and 
groaning with her release; I felt a slight warmth across my balls as the 
spasming in her vagina pushed her essences out to saturate our pubic 
hair. I could see her eyes roll back into her head as wave after wave of 
her orgasm washed over her, in counterpoint to the wads of my semen 
washing across her bowels.

I stayed inside Diane for as long as I could, even after my own climax 
had ended. She experienced a few more spasms, but they gradually faded 
out. I stayed above her, holding her, until my penis finally softened 
enough that the pressure of her rectum pushed it out. When that 
happened, I released first one then the other of her legs to guide them 
to the bed. Next, I eased myself back a little, to let her pelvis relax 
as well. As Diane slowly got her breath back, I moved next to her, and 
then gently lifted her head and shoulders to take one of the pillows - 
letting her lay back down again. With my own pillow now, I used it to 
prop myself up a bit so that I could put an arm across her to hold her. 
She fairly hummed her appreciation as she lifted her legs again, and 
then gestured for me to slide my legs under hers. I did, and she let 
hers down again, so that we finished up with her 'sitting' on my 'lap'. 
Then she took my hand and moved it to her breast before resting her hand 
on my arm. We lay there like that for several minutes, getting our 
breath and senses back as we cuddled.

The intimate silence between us was broken only when Diane softly 
grasped my arm and said "Mike?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"For?" I asked.

"For this, you dummy!", she grinned.

"Glad you enjoyed it."

"Seems you enjoyed it, too."

"Yup. One of the best birthday presents I've gotten in a *long* time!"

"ONE of the best?!" she demanded indignantly.

"Well, there was this fire truck I got when I was four..." I responded.

"A _fire truck_?"

"Yeah. It had a siren, squirted water, the whole deal. *Really* cool."

"You're comparing me to a _fire truck_?!"

At that point, I couldn't stand it any longer, and busted out laughing 
at the expression on her face. Only then did she realize that I'd been 
teasing her, and poke me in the chest with her elbow before exclaiming 
"Michael, you are such a *turd*!" - and laughing with me.

We were still laughing when Holly stuck her head in the door, demanding 
to know what was so funny. So I told her, and she started laughing, too.

When all of us finally calmed down again, Holly told us "When I woke up, 
Diane was gone, so I figured she was down here. I was just lying in bed, 
thinking about stuff, when I heard you two laughing and I *had* to come 
in and see what was so funny. I figured if you were laughing, you 
weren't, uh, busy."

Diane told her "No, we're not busy - NOW. I gave Mike his birthday 
present, and BOTH of us are quite happy about it."

Holly looked at her dubiously, and asked "And just what WAS your present 
to him? All you told ME was that it was something special that you had 
to give him alone."

Diane looked at me questioningly, and I answered with a small shrug of 
my shoulders - it was up to her if she wanted to tell Holly what we'd 
just done. She knew that I wouldn't talk to Holly about us, just as I 
didn't talk about me and Holly to HER - and didn't expect them to talk 
to me about what THEY did.

Diane thought it over for a few moments, and then told Holly "I was 
curious about anal sex, so I found out about it with Mike as a special 
present to him."

I was surprised when it took Holly a few seconds to get it before her 
eyes got positively HUGE as she asked "You DID? *There*? Really?"

"Yes, I did, there, and really." Diane answered, an incipient grin on 
her face.

 Holly just stared at her for a few moments before turning her head 
slightly to look at ME. I just looked her in the eye without saying 
anything; after a few seconds, she broke our gaze to stare at Diane 
again.

Finally, Holly spoke up, asking Diane "It didn't hurt? It wasn't gross 
or anything?"

"No, it didn't hurt. We used some lube, and he was as nice about it as 
he was when he got my OTHER cherry! And it wasn't gross, either. I, uh, 
took care of that before I got in here. What it WAS, was wonderful! I 
mean, I was *really* surprised at how excited it made me - I mean, I 
even _orgasmed_ from it!"

Holly got a doubtful look on her face, and Diane quickly assured her 
"Really, I did! I mean, having him *there* got me _so_ hot. But when I 
got to SEE it, too, well, that was it."

"You *watched*? How? Never mind, just tell me what happened!"

"Later, okay? Right now, I'm feeling kind of, um, *squishy* and want to 
clean up."

Holly's face fell in her disappointment, and Diane quickly added "I said 
I wanted to clean up - I didn't say I wanted to do it _alone_, silly! I 
was hoping Mike would help, too; and you're *always* welcome to take a 
shower with me!"

Holly perked up considerably at that, and looked over at me.

"I'm feeling kind of 'squishy', too - different way and a different 
place, though. I'd *love* to clean up with you - either or both of you."

That settled, Diane lifted her legs so that I could slide mine out from 
under her. When I did, Holly got a view of Diane's ass - her eyes 
widened briefly when she saw the remains of the lube still there. I 
quickly scanned Diane, and learned that she'd done it for that very 
reason: to give Holly reason to believe what we'd just done.

With Diane and I untangled, she got up and moved to the edge of the bed 
to get up. I waited a few seconds - giving Holly a chance to see the 
lube on ME - and followed her.

A couple minutes later, the three of us were in the shower, cleaning up. 
Happily, the lube that Diane had gotten washed off fairly easily; I 
wasn't looking forward to spending the next few hours wearing it. During 
the shower, Holly couldn't help but try to find out more: when she tried 
to wash between Diane's ass cheeks, Diane jumped a little bit as Holly's 
fingers passed over her anus. That seemed to be all Holly needed to 
confirm what Diane had told her, and she didn't try anything else - 
aside from trying to masturbate me to erection, which didn't happen. The 
truth of the matter was that *I* was a little sore from where I'd been, 
too - Diane had been THAT tight.

Dried off and dressed, we made our way downstairs for some breakfast 
before separating to our different tasks. I had a few errands to take 
care of; Holly and Diane were going to talk about that morning, of 
course.

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Part 4

Over the next couple of months, a number of things happened. For my 
Senior Prom, I asked out the girl from school that I'd gone out with the 
most, and we had a great time. We finished up our evening with a three-
hour sex marathon at a local motel chain. When I got home, Holly and 
Diane were both still awake - and when I scanned them, both were envious 
of the girl, but not jealous of her. By way of compensation, I took the 
two of them to a local amusement park a couple of times, and all three 
of us had a blast.

The other major event was when I started getting back the results of my 
college applications. I was surprised that so many of them accepted me; 
Dad pointed out that he didn't think colleges got that many high school 
students that not only subscribed to the American Journal of Physics, 
but had letters to the editor published.

When I'd gotten all the responses back, I went to Dad and talked to him 
about where I should - and could - go to college. After a fairly lengthy 
discussion, I finally settled on going to a college in our state, even 
though I'd been accepted to CalTech. Dad made pretty good money at his 
job, but we weren't actually "rich". He could afford to send me to 
college, but not to CalTech; he reminded me that Holly would probably 
want to go to college to, and that he'd have to pay her tuition, as 
well. I understood, and didn't have any problem with it - the school I 
was going to had 90% of CalTechs' reputation, but at half the cost. The 
school was just over two hundred miles away; I could easily come home 
for weekends if I wanted, but wouldn't be able to actually live at home. 
Diane and Holly were both disappointed by that, but even happier about 
the fact that I was getting into such a good school.

After graduation, there really wasn't much for me to do. Dad and Mom 
gave me a *really* nice watch as a graduation present, while Holly and 
Diane put on a private sex show for me - then invited me to join in 
about the time I thought my dick couldn't get any harder. As it turned 
out, it could.

Mom and Dad were both fine with the idea of my just lazing around for 
the summer - *all* of us knew that I'd be busy enough when school 
started. Diane and Holly both found summer jobs - jobs that left them 
plenty of free time to spend with me, together and individually. I also 
had a few last dates with some of the girls that I'd taken out before; 
most of them were headed off to college, too, and we knew that we'd 
likely not see each other for a while, if ever.

The end of July, Uncle Jack and Aunt Paula invited us to their farm for 
a couple of weeks, and all three of us quickly accepted. As always, they 
gave us enough to do to keep us from getting bored, but not enough to 
actually _work_ us. We'd been there only a few days when Dad called to 
let me know that the college had sent a letter telling me that I'd been 
awarded a scholarship to cover my tuition. I'd told them that I planned 
to major in physics, and they'd put my name in for a scholarship; the 
person that had first crack at it had decided to go to MIT, instead, so 
it was being awarded to me, instead. When Aunt Paula and Uncle Jack 
learned that, both of them fairly beamed in pride in me. Even Diane and 
Holly looked mildly impressed.

Uncle Jack talked to me a few times about college. When he found out 
that I was planning to stay in the dorms to save Dad money, he gave me 
one of the few dirty looks I'd ever gotten from him. Then he promptly 
called Dad, and chewed on him for about 5 minutes about being stupid 
enough to agree to let me stay in the dorms - saying that Dad knew damn 
well that there would be so much noise and commotion that I'd never be 
able to get any proper sleep or studying.

Amazed at how Uncle Jack was talking to him, I listened as Uncle Jack 
went on: "Dammit, Bob, I know you're not made out of money, and you've 
only got a couple more years before Holly goes off to college, too. 
Yeah, I know you set up those college tuition accounts; but both of us 
know that it costs more to go to college now that you thought it would. 
And *I* know it's still not going to be easy for you.

"Bob, don't be any stupider than you have to be: ever since Paula and I 
learned we couldn't have kids, we planned to help Mike and Holly get 
through college. I know we didn't tell you - and we didn't just because 
we knew you'd be a damn fool and fuss about it like you are now! Fine, 
you've done your part to make sure he can _go_ to college. Now let me do 
MY part, and make sure he can do it right. Oh, quit bitching and listen 
to me! Mike's got *brains* between his ears, and he _uses_ them. This 
boy has half a chance, he's gonna do us ALL proud. You know that thing 
about stacking my hay? The Ag agent stopped by one day and saw it. He 
asked me why, and I told him. Then he asked me who, and I told him that, 
too. Impressed the hell out of him, it did. His exact words were "That's 
some smart kid." He didn't believe me when I told him Mike was in his 
senior year of HIGH school; had to show him that copy of Mike's last 
report card that you'd sent us to prove it. The next issue of the state 
Ag newsletter I got, there was Mike's idea, giving him full credit for 
it. I wouldn't be surprised if other states didn't pick up on it, too. 
Yes, it was THAT good!

"Now, are you going to let your pride get in the way, and send him off 
to do a half-assed job in college? Or let me chip in some of what I - 
and a bunch of other farmers - owe him, and let him do it *right*? I 
don't want to set him up in some penthouse apartment or anything; I just 
want to make sure he's got a quiet place to sleep and study - maybe 
share an apartment or something with some other kids."

With that, Uncle Jack got quiet for a couple minutes, and then finally 
said "Glad to hear it, Bob. Thank you. And now that your knickers aren't 
all bunched up, I'll tell you that Paula and me, we plan to do the same 
thing for Holly."

A few moments later, he followed that up by saying "To bad. We're gonna 
do it anyway. Like I said, your job is to get 'em INTO college; we're 
making it OUR job to see to it they have the best chance they can once 
they get there."

He listened for a minute, before telling Dad "Now you listen to me: 
these kids are the young 'uns that Paula and I couldn't have. They mean 
as much to us as they do to you, and we're both damn proud of 'em. We're 
gonna do whatever it takes to make sure they get the most they can from 
college. That means that all they should have to worry about is SCHOOL, 
and doing good in their studies. We ain't plannin' on paying for parties 
and trips to the Bahamas or that kind of nonsense - but we're damn well 
going to make sure that they aren't missing anything they really _need_, 
either. If the situation was the reverse, I know damn well you'd be 
doing the same for me, so there's no point in you arguing about it."

He listened a little more, and then said "That's fine. We understand 
each other, and we both know what's gonna happen. Okay. Yeah, that's 
fine with me. Okay. Yeah, we'll see you next time. Bye."

Hanging up the phone, he turned to me, and said "You just heard what I 
told your dad. Me and Paula, we're going to pay for you a place to stay 
off campus. I know you, Mike, and I know that you're not going to stay 
in some place where it's parties all the time. I know you'll be looking 
for fun, too, but I trust you not to let it get in the way of your 
schooling."

I nodded, and he went on "You're closer to being a man than most your 
age. There ain't a doubt in my mind that you're going to do right good 
at school, given a decent chance. And like you heard me tell your dad, 
me and Paula are going to make sure you get it - you AND Holly. Both of 
you kids have done us some kind of proud, and like I told your dad, we 
think of you like you were our OWN kids. You didn't know this, but it's 
in your dad's will that if anything happened to him and your mom, WE 
were the ones to take care of you. He didn't have to ask us to, we TOLD 
him we would."

He went on to say "You aren't going to tell your dad this, but we'll 
also be sending you a little extra money to make sure that you can have 
a _little_ fun, too. Paula and I both went to college, and know a body 
needs to have something to do besides study all the time. Like I said, 
it won't be enough to be throwing any parties or going on any trips, but 
if you have the _time_ to go to a movie or something, we're going to 
make sure you have the _money_ for it, too."

I thanked him, and he told me "That's all right. Like I said, your Aunt 
Paula and I have both been to college, and know what it's like. And 
that's why you're welcome to come here any time you want a good meal, 
too. That school you're going to isn't but an hour away, so if you need 
a meal or some fresh groceries, you know where to find us. As a matter 
of fact, I think Paula and I would BOTH feel better if you'd come here 
for Sunday dinner once or twice a month. We went to that school, and 
unless they've had some major improvements, the student cafeteria isn't 
fit to feed my hogs."

I assured him that I'd be happy to wrap myself around some of Aunt 
Paula's cooking, and he smiled at me before telling me "I figured. Okay, 
now that we got all that settled, let's head back to the kitchen and see 
what the women have been up to."

I got up, and together we found out that Aunt Paula and the girls had 
been making apple pies. So of course, we all had to sit down and 'test' 
one of them - with scoops of fresh ice cream to do it properly.

The rest of our time with them went by pretty much as usual. It was only 
on the day before we were supposed to leave that Uncle Jack asked me to 
go someplace with him. Of course I didn't hesitate, figuring that he 
needed some help with one of the animals or something. I got into the 
truck with him, but instead of heading toward some part of the farm, he 
headed toward town. As he was driving, I flexed my muscles a little bit, 
trying to loosen up for the carrying and hauling I expected to be doing 
- surely, we were going to be loading the truck with something.

Instead of the store or grain silo, though, he pulled into one of the 
few garages in town, being there primarily to serve the farmers. He got 
out, and I quickly followed him. As he approached the owner, Bill, he 
asked "She ready?", and got a nod in response. Uncle Jack headed over 
toward where a few of the local farmers were bunched around a pickup 
truck, looking it over. It was a few years old, and had obviously seen 
some use, but was in surprisingly good condition - even to having 
received a new paint job: a bright, BRIGHT red. 

When we got close to it, Uncle Jack asked me "Well, what do you think of 
her, Mike?"

I walked around it, looking it over - like I said, it was obviously 
used, but in even better shape than I'd first thought: no obvious nicks, 
dings, dents, or other body damage. New tires, new shocks (I bounced on 
the front bumper to check them), clean under the hood and in the cab. I 
asked "How long has she been sitting here?", and got the answer "Oh, 
couple of days" from one of the farmers. I knelt down and looked under 
the engine - not a fresh drop of oil or anything else to be seen: no 
leaks of any of the engine fluids.

"She _looks_ pretty good." I admitted, "but how's the engine?"

One of the farmers told me "Rebuilt a couple weeks ago. She's been drove 
enough to break her in, but that's it."

Another tossed me a set of keys, and said "Go ahead, start 'er up."

I climbed into the cab - the door closed with a satisfying dull 
'thunk' - and fired up the engine, which purred like a kitten. No smoke 
or anything else came out of the exhaust when I started it, or when I 
revved the engine a bit - which surprised me by how quickly it 
responded. Four-speed transmission, stick on the floor, proper gauges 
instead of idiot lights, the odometer showed a little over 80,000 miles. 
Yeah, it had been worked hard - but with the engine rebuilt, it was good 
for that many more, easily.

I shut the engine off, and climbed out, telling them "Sounds pretty 
good, too. Right nice."

The farmers all got grins on their faces, and Uncle Jack told me "Glad 
you like her, Mike. She's yours."

I stared at him, dumbfounded, as the grins got even wider.

Uncle Jack openly laughed at the expression on my face before telling me 
"Close your mouth, Mike, before a fly gets in!"

I picked my jaw up off the ground, and Uncle Jack told me "You heard me 
tell your dad, that was a right good turn you did us with that hay idea. 
It was my idea to give you a truck for your graduation; I figured that 
clunker you have is fine for around town, but didn't think it was 
something to take on the road" - I'd had the same thoughts - "and the 
boys here decided to dress it up some after you made the Ag paper."

As he was talking, the farmers moved around the truck so that they were 
generally lined up, facing me. Uncle Jack went on to tell me "Fred, 
there" - he took a step forward, and I shook his hand, thanking him - 
"put the tires on it. Gus" - another stepped forward, and I thanked him 
the same way - "covered the whorehouse paint job." - they all laughed at 
that - "Andy" - another farmer that I thanked - "came up with the engine 
and Al" - I shook his hand, too - "took care of getting it rebuilt. 
Tommy Smithers" - absent from the group - "chipped in by paying for 
getting the mechanical cleaned up and fixed. Bill, over there, spent 
some of his free time taking care of the bodywork. The title is in the 
glove box, and you've got the keys. She's all yours, Mike."

I looked all of them in the eyes before telling them "Thank you. Thank 
you *very* much."

It was Andy that told me "It's us thankin' you, Mike. We haven't had a 
single hay fire since we all took up your idea; and we'd usually have 
had a couple or more by now. Seems the stock is a little happier with 
it, too. Last winter, my milk cows output went up even more they have 
before, and I reckon it was the better fodder." The others were nodding 
as he was talking, letting me know that he was speaking for all of them.

A few moment went by, and Al spoke up, saying "I'm glad you like 'er, 
Mike. I'm glad I could get in for this, and glad to have met you again. 
But I'm sorry to say that I still got chores."

I quickly moved to shake his hand again; then as the others told us they 
had to go, too, with them as well. In each case, they looked at me in a 
way to let me know that they were thinking of me as more than just a 
high school kid - that I was one of them, after a fashion.

When they'd all left, I went over to thank Bill, too - who told me "Glad 
to do it, Mike. You do those folks a good turn, you're helping all of us 
here in town, too."

As Uncle Jack and I headed back to where his - and my! - trucks were 
parked, he clapped me on the shoulder, and said "I told you, Mike. 
You're a bunch more grown up that most your age. Those boys saw it, too. 
There isn't a one of them that wouldn't be happy to have you working on 
their farm, or sitting at their table. Now we'd best be getting back 
before your Aunt Paula starts getting worried, and so you can show the 
girls your new toy!"

I got in and started the engine again, letting it warm up a little 
before carefully putting it in gear to follow Uncle Jack back to the 
farm - with a grin plastered to my face the whole drive. When we pulled 
into the area where Uncle Jack and Aunt Paula parked their vehicles, 
Holly and Diane came out of the house to see who was with us - and 
shrieked their joy for me when Uncle Jack told them what had happened. 
While both of them were hugging me, I looked over to where Uncle Jack 
and Aunt Paula were both looking at me with obvious pride and affection.

The next day, they saw us off as we headed back home in MY truck. Before 
we left, they loaded us up with plenty of fresh fruit and vegetables - 
and the admonition to be careful. Diane and Holly took turns sitting 
next to me during the drive, my arm around their shoulders and my hand 
over a breast - at their insistence - as the three of us sang along with 
the radio in the truck.


A couple of days after we got back, Dad told me that he thought we 
should find me a place near college in the next few days. I said that it 
sounded like a good idea, and we made arrangements to do it that 
following Friday.

During the drive, Dad and I had a chance to talk some more; I learned 
that he still wasn't *happy* about Uncle Jack's help, but had come to 
realize that it made sense. Then he did something that absolutely amazed 
me: he told me how proud he was of me. I always knew that he and Mom 
loved us and all that, and he'd even congratulated me when I did well in 
school. He even helped me with some of my school projects when he could 
- but he'd never come out and said anything like *THAT* to me.

He told me "Mike, I know I've never told you this before, but I'm proud 
of you, son. Real proud. You've always done well in school, and you've 
never caused me or your mother any worry - at least, nothing that ANY 
parent of a teenager doesn't worry about!" - that part with a wry grin - 
"You're not _great_ at sports, but you've been good enough to make the 
teams, and I could see that you *always* gave it your best shot. I 
worried about you going out with girls, but you've been smarter and more 
careful than I had any right to hope for: I don't think for a minute 
that you're still a virgin, but there haven't been any pregnancies or 
angry parents calling me up. I don't know how close you've gotten with 
Diane - but she seems happy enough, and she still comes over, so I'm not 
going to worry about it. She's a good person, and I think you could do a 
lot worse than having her as a girlfriend, if it comes to that. I don't 
know - and don't WANT to know! - about you and Holly. You're only a 
couple of years apart, and you both live in the same house. God knows, 
your mother and I have left you alone often enough. But I trust you, 
Mike - I trust you, and Holly, enough to believe that nothing has 
happened that would hurt either one of you. I think you've both got 
enough good sense not to get involved with anything really *wrong*. I 
heard about that kid that tried to rape Holly, and I heard that you did 
SOMETHING to him. I don't know what it was, and doubt that I ever will - 
but it proves to me that you wouldn't do anything to hurt her yourself, 
either.

"I know how much Paula and Jack love you, and how proud of you they are. 
Jack told me that he was going to give you a truck for graduation; what 
I didn't know was how good it was going to be. If he, and those other 
farmers, were so impressed with what you did that they're willing to go 
that far with it, I've got to figure that what you did was really 
something. Jack sent me a copy of the article about you from that 
magazine or newsletter he gets; and your idea really made an impression 
on some people.

He sighed, and went on "I guess the bottom line is that I know Jack was 
right. You're a good kid - no, young MAN - and you've got a good head on 
your shoulders. I can afford to send you and Holly to college. But I 
have to admit that Jack's help will make the difference between the two 
of you just _going_, and doing it RIGHT. And I'm proud enough of you - 
your good sense, your smarts, your *character* - to be willing to accept 
his help to make sure you get the best chance possible. I kind of knew 
it before, but didn't really SEE it until Jack told it to me: given half 
a chance, you're going to make us ALL proud - even prouder than we 
already are."

It was one long speech, coming from Dad - all I could do was say "Uh, 
thanks, Dad. I won't let you down."

He looked over at me and smiled, telling me "I know, Mike. I know.", his 
confidence and trust in me clear in his voice.

We got to the college around mid-morning. I didn't know it, but Dad had 
gotten some of the newspapers for the area and done a little research. 
We spent the morning looking at places, but neither one of us was really 
satisfied with any of them by the time we took a break for lunch. It was 
the second place we tried that afternoon that we hit pay dirt: a 
smallish 3-bedroom house a couple miles from school. The previous years, 
it had been home to a series of guys going to school - when one 
graduated, the ones left behind would find a replacement that would stay 
there until THEY graduated. It resulted in a certain degree of 
continuity with the landlord, who gave them a little bit of a break on 
the rent - and was quicker to respond to the very infrequent problem. 
Because of the continuity, and the fact that they behaved themselves, 
the neighbors were surprisingly tolerant of having a bunch of college 
students living there - it was actually a residential neighborhood. The 
previous year, there had been three of them, of course: a math major, a 
chemistry major, and an English major. The English major had graduated, 
so they were looking for someone to take his place; next to leave would 
be the chemist. They were initially a little hesitant about taking in a 
freshman, preferring sophomores - until they learned that I was there on 
a scholarship. Any last fears they had were calmed when Dad gave them 
his business card, and told them "I know there aren't going to be any 
problems. But if you have ANY questions or want to say ANYTHING to me 
about him being here, you can call me - collect, if you want. Whatever 
it is, I'll make it right. I know Mike is here to study, not party, but 
if it would make you feel better, I'll give you a blank check right now, 
to guarantee you don't get stuck for rent or anything like that."

His willingness to 'put it on the line' like that reassured them that I 
was a good risk, and we quickly settled on the details: I was to pay one 
third of the rent and utilities, including local phone. Long distance 
was separate; groceries were my own problem. The rules were pretty 
simple: everybody pretty much knew what they brought in to eat, but 
putting initials on things was a guarantee that it wouldn't be molested. 
Quiet hours were from 10:00 PM to 6:00 AM - but excessive noise at other 
times was still discouraged. I'd have the smallest bedroom (sparsely 
furnished, like the rest of the house), to start. As people graduated, 
the custom was that those left behind got to 'move up' to the next 
larger room. Everyone chipped in to clean the place on Saturday 
afternoons; the cleaning tasks were assigned by seniority - they showed 
me the list (used long enough that they'd had it laminated!) and people 
were identified only as A, B, and C. As new guy - C - I got the crud 
jobs, like cleaning toilets; but nothing I hadn't done at home. It was 
still expected for everyone to clean up after themselves - whether 
dishes, meals, or anything else - so none of the jobs was particularly 
tough or demeaning. The new guy was on probation for half of a term. To 
ensure we all followed the rules, it had been established that if 
someone violated them, that person would receive a written notice. 3 
such notices and the person was out. But because the two left behind 
would have to pick up the additional rent and utilities, there was 
reason for them not to abuse their nominal power. No drugs, no booze - 
not even beer. Girls were a gray area: as long as they didn't violate 
the rules, or cause other problems, it was up to the individual - but 
the clear implication was that anything more than an occasional sleep-
over was frowned on.

They even had all this typed up, and handed me a copy of it before we 
(okay, Dad) gave them a check for the first month's rent. With that 
done, they gave me a key to the place, and we worked out when I'd move 
in. At their suggestion, I agreed to move in a little over a week before 
registration - it would help me beat most of the rush, and would give me 
some time to get used to the area. Both of them offered to help guide 
when they could, and said they'd give me some tips to make registration 
faster and easier, too. They brightened considerably when I asked where 
I should park - both rode bicycles when the weather permitted, and 
riding a bus or catching a ride with a friend when they had to. 
Reassured that the vehicle was in good repair (specifically, a working 
muffler so the neighbors wouldn't be disturbed), they let me know that 
the driveway next to the house was fine - that they'd never had any 
trouble with vandalism or anything like that.

When we'd left the house, our next stop was a bank, where Dad helped get 
me set up with an account. The bank had something new - Automatic Teller 
Machines - that I could use to get money any time I needed. With that as 
an option, I decided to pass on actual checks: I didn't want even the 
*temptation* of overdrawing my account, and having just the ATM card 
would prevent that from happening. Dad seemed pleased at my reasoning.

Now that I had a place to stay and a bank to use, all that was left was 
for me to make sure I could find my way around. When Dad stopped at a 
gas station to fill up, I went inside and bought maps of the area to go 
along with the ones the college had sent me. To my surprise, Dad 
suggested that we drive around for a little while, so I could get an 
idea of where things were in relation to each other - I'd thought about 
doing that, but didn't want to bother him with it. I quickly agreed, and 
we spent the next couple of hours just finding our way around. I got a 
pretty good idea of where the nearest grocery and convenience stores 
were, where I could do my laundry, and where the libraries, parks, and 
so on were located.

As we drove, Dad and I talked. Not just about school, but about him, me, 
Holly, Diane, Mom, and anything else we thought of. Every so often, Dad 
would quiz me about where we were, and how to get to someplace else; 
after a couple of hours, it became clear that I wouldn't have any real 
problems finding my way around - at least, in a general sense. 
Apparently satisfied that I wouldn't run out of gas and die of 
starvation in the middle of an urban environment, Dad finally pointed 
the car toward home. Even on the drive back, we continued our 
conversation - by the time we pulled into the driveway, I felt even 
closer to him than I had before.

The last couple of weeks before I was to move, things were busy; even 
hectic at times. But there was never any real sense of 'out of control', 
either. Mom took me on a shopping spree for the stuff that I'd need: bed 
linens (the bed in the house was a different size than what I had at 
home), some basic cooking utensils, school supplies, clothes, and so on. 
Somehow, I managed to keep her from breaking the budget by pointing out, 
wherever I could, the things that I already had, and could take with me: 
towels, nearly all my clothing, my shelf-top stereo, the small TV in my 
room, my alarm clock, and so on. It was only by refusing to use it that 
I convinced her not to buy me a miniature fridge for my bedroom - she 
was worried that the other guys would eat everything I brought home, 
leaving me to starve. She finally gave in when I told her "Mom! This is 
COLLEGE - nobody's going to beat me up and take my lunch money, okay?"

Dad did his own part: handing me a couple of gas station credit cards, 
he told me "Here, Mike, I want you to have these. Don't be afraid to use 
them, either: I know you're not going to be driving all over for the fun 
of it, and if someone offers to give you a couple bucks for taking them 
somewhere, I trust you to accept it. But there are other things you'll 
probably need them for, too, like oil and that kind of thing. And here's 
a card for our phone. You call us with that any time you want; it 
guarantees the cheapest rate, and gets billed here. You know how your 
mother will get if you don't call her often enough - and I'll want to 
hear from you, too."

A couple of days later, he brought home a new computer. Not the top-of-
the-line model, but not missing it by much, either. He told me "This is 
yours, Mike. If anyone in this house can put it to use, you can. If 
there's anything you need to go with it, let me know." 

I was busy doing my own thing, too. Holly got the keys and title to my 
car - she'd been hinting at Dad that she'd like one, and it got Dad off 
the hook: I knew he had enough other things to worry about. She knew 
about its few quirks, and would never be far from help if she needed it.

I really didn't have anything to give Diane - except _me_. Every moment 
I could spare was given to her, and to a lesser extent, Holly. Both of 
them understood, and neither of them asked for more than what they got. 
On several occasions, I *made* the time to be with Diane. 

On the last one - a couple days before I was to leave - Diane and I were 
sitting in the yard by the pool, her in my lap and my arms around her. 
My hands were inside the light robe she was wearing, cupping her 
breasts, and neither of us noticed when Dad came out - until he cleared 
his throat. Both of us looked up at him in surprise, and Diane gave out 
a small squeak. Pointedly not looking at her, he told me "Mike, I've got 
something else for you - one of my credit cards. It's for emergencies, 
and I trust you to know what constitutes an 'emergency'. Use it if you 
need it, then let me know, okay?", and stuck his hand out. In it, I 
could see the card that he hardly used, referring to it as his 'gotta 
have it' card - meaning that he kept it in reserve for emergencies or 
for when he HAD to have something and didn't want to risk going over the 
limit on his other cards. He was _meticulous_ about keeping a zero 
balance on THIS one.

Diane was shivering slightly in my lap, waiting for him to say 
something, but he was careful not to notice where my hand mysteriously 
appeared from when I took the card from him - other than to give me a 
wink that Diane couldn't see before heading back into the house.

Diane was amazed when he left - she's fully expected him to say 
*something* to her, or me, about the situation we'd been in when he 
found us. She turned her head to ask me "Uh, am I imagining things, or 
did your dad just catch us with your hands on my tits, and not say or do 
ANYTHING about it?"

"No, you're not imagining things. While I was at college with him, he 
came out and TOLD me that he figured we might have been doing stuff - 
and that he was cool with it. He didn't use those words, of course, but 
it was clear enough."

She gave me a doubtful look, and I explained "Really, he did. He even 
said he thought you were a pretty good person, and that he thought I 
could do a lot worse than having you as my girlfriend."

"And what do you think?"

"I think he's right. That's why I was going to ask you if you would - be 
my girlfriend, that is."

"WHAT?!"

"Look, I know the timing is lousy, with me going of to college. But I'll 
be coming home pretty often, and you really are pretty important to me. 
I love you."

Diane stared at me for several long, long seconds. I know that I could 
have scanned to find out what her answer was, or even GIVEN her the 
answer I wanted. But with her and Holly both, I'd deliberately avoided 
scanning them or putting thoughts in their heads any more than 
necessary. Yes, I'd influenced them - on several occasions. But I had 
NEVER outright *pushed* them. And the more I really got to know them, 
the less I wanted to do anything like that TO them.

So I was most definitely nervous when Diane finally opened her mouth to 
give me an answer: "Yes, Mike, I'll be your girlfriend" - leaving me 
with a sense of incredible relief that she'd agreed.

What surprised me, though, was when she followed that by asking "But 
what about college, Mike? I know you're going to meet girls there. What 
happens then?"

I'd thought about it, of course. Long and hard, in fact. So I was ready 
with my answer.

"Then I'll meet them. Same as you're going to MEET guys. Doesn't much 
mean anything either way - unless something happens. I don't think I'm 
likely to meet anyone that could mean as much to me as you do, though. 
And I can promise you, I'm certainly not going to be *trying* to meet 
one, much less looking."

She looked deep into my eyes for a bit. Satisfied with what she saw 
there, she nodded, and said "Fair enough. You're not promising me it 
won't happen, and that's fine - you couldn't control that, anyway. Your 
word about the rest of it is enough for me. I know there will be places 
you'll want to go, and things you'll want to do, that you'll take a girl 
with you. But I know that you'll only take her because *I* won't be 
there, and nothing more. I love you, too, Michael - more than I really 
knew before tonight. So yes, I'll be delighted to be your girlfriend."

We looked into each other's eyes for a few moments before she moved into 
my arms, and the two of us shared a hug and a long, loving kiss. When 
that happened, I realized that I didn't know how much I loved her, 
either, until that night.

We stayed out there for quite a while, content just to be in each 
other's arms. Only when it started to get late did we finally get up, 
and head inside holding hands. We stopped at the end of the hallway, 
next to the bottom of the stairs; I think Dad must have talked to Mom 
somewhere along the line: she deliberately avoided looking at us as she 
wished us a good night. I knew that it wasn't because she was upset with 
us; rather, she just wasn't wildly enthusiastic about the idea, and 
didn't want us to think she was. Dad DID look at me - us - and gave us a 
slight nod of his head before wishing us the same. Behind him, Holly had 
a big grin on her face, and mimed applauding us. The two of us said our 
goodnights to them, and headed up the stairs, still hand in hand.

Once in my room, I closed the door behind us - I didn't bother locking 
it because I knew that no one would disturb us before morning. With our 
relationship essentially out in the open, Diane and I both felt more 
comfortable and relaxed as we undressed. I was wearing only shorts and 
sandals; she a bikini under her robe. It didn't take long before we were 
both naked and facing each other.

I took her hand in mine, drawing it up to my lips so I could kiss it 
softly. When I was done, she slowly moved into my arms so we could share 
another that was more personal, more loving. Several seconds later, 
holding hands again, we moved to the bed where Diane guided me to lay 
down. A few moments later she lay down, too - then continued on until 
she was lying on top of me: her legs straddling my waist and her breasts 
pressing against my chest as she lay face to face with me.

Taking my face in her hands, she told me "Michael, as long as you will 
have me, I'm yours. You are the one who made me a woman, and showed me 
what it was like to really CARE about someone. You know what I have with 
Holly, and you don't mind - if anything, you almost encourage it, 
because you seem to know it's something *special*. I know that Holly and 
I BOTH teased you a lot, there at the beginning. But you never, _ever_ 
said or did anything to push us or make us uncomfortable. You've been 
incredibly patient and gentle and caring and LOVING with both of us. 
There isn't a doubt in my mind that if it had been me, instead of Holly, 
with Charlie Wilkins, you would have done the same thing - and I can't 
tell you how much that means to me. I know that you've gone out with 
some of the girls from school, and 'been' with them. I'm okay with that 
- I know that you wouldn't do it unless you cared about them, at least a 
little bit, and that's fine with me. I've gotten to know you, Michael, 
and I know that if you cared about them enough to want to be with them 
like that, then they were good people. And now you've asked ME to be 
your girlfriend. Not just somebody to go out on dates with, but your 
*girlfriend*. You know that I've been out on dates with some of the guys 
from school. I even let some of them kiss me goodnight - but ONLY 
goodnight kisses. I never did anything more with ANY of them for one 
simple reason: they weren't YOU. I really didn't understand that until 
tonight: then, I just thought that it didn't seem right, or that I 
wasn't that interested in them; it was only tonight that I understood 
the REAL reason. You tease me mercilessly, you tell me your bad jokes, 
and sometimes you just make me crazy - but you're always there for me, 
too: loving and gentle and caring. When I'm in your arms, I feel safe, 
and loved - and more than anything else, HAPPY. Yes, Michael, I'll be 
your girlfriend. Knowing that I'm yours, and that you're mine, well... I 
can't think of anything else that seems so *right*."

I took her into my arms, and held her as I guided her onto her back 
while I lay on my side next to her. I put my hand on her cheek and told 
her "Yes, Diane- I'm yours, just as you said you were mine. What I first 
noticed about you was this" - I moved my hand long enough to gesture 
along her body, then put it back - "But what I fell in love with was 
what's inside: here" - a finger to where her heart was - "and here" - 
another to her temple, indicating her mind. I went on to say "You gave 
me your virginity - TWICE. Both times, it was even more special to me 
because it was YOU making the offer. You told me that all you've had 
with other guys has been goodnight kisses, and I believe you. But even 
if it had been more, I wouldn't mind - because I know you wouldn't give 
yourself that way to anyone that you didn't think worthy of your gift. 
But I'm YOURS now, and I have absolutely no interest in changing that in 
any way. 

I went on to tell her "Yes, I DO believe that what you and Holly have is 
special. You saw her just now: she was actually *happy* that we're going 
to be together. If she can be that enthusiastic about OUR happiness, 
I've got no interest in getting in the way of HERS. You're both female - 
and delightfully so! But that doesn't matter to ME except for any 
problems it causes you because of other people. If it happens that the 
two of you decide that all you want is to be able to be friends and not 
lovers, then that's up to you - it's not for ME to decide either way. 
All that matters to me is that both of you are happy. What you do, or 
don't do with Holly; what you've done or not done with other guys - none 
of it matters to me now. I'm yours, and you're mine, from this moment 
on."

By the time I finished, Diane was starting to leak a little bit around 
the eyes. I quickly scanned her, making sure that they were GOOD tears, 
not bad. Then I leaned down to kiss them away - and kept kissing her, 
anyplace I could fit my lips. Eyes, ear, nose, forehead, cheeks - all 
were targets for my attentions.

And when she moved my hand from her cheek to her breast, I knew that she 
wanted to consummate our new, deeper, relationship.

I looked into her eyes, and she gave me a small nod of her head to 
confirm what I'd thought. I nodded slowly in return, letting her know 
that I accepted - and respected - her decision. I lowered my head again 
to place a feather-light kiss on her lips before moving over her. She 
readily moved her legs apart to make room for me; resting on my knees 
and elbows above her, I started kissing her again: first on the point of 
her shoulder, then the base of her neck. Her collarbone was next, then 
the top of her shoulder. Back to the base of her neck, and up to her 
earlobe. Forward to her temple, then to the corner of her jaw. Along her 
jaw line to the other side, with a brief side trip to her throat. The 
top of her ear, then the earlobe. Her collarbone was next, followed by 
the base of her neck. The point of her shoulder, and back to the point 
of her jaw. Every square inch of her face, in random order. Down to the 
base of her throat, and back again, stopping at her lips where we shared 
a soft - but passionate - kiss. Raising myself over her, I took her 
hands in mine, kissing the back of each of her fingers softly before 
turning her hands over to kiss their palms. Releasing them, I lowered 
myself again to begin kissing her body - starting at the upper edges of 
her chest.

 From one side to the other, I kissed my way across her body - each pass 
from one side to the other a trifle lower than the one before. In a 
couple of minutes, I'd worked my way to the upper slopes of her breasts, 
accompanied by Diane's rapid breathing. Closer now to my first goal, I 
carefully switched over to a series of circles and curves and spirals; 
using my lips to gently nibble at her breasts. Ever so slowly, I went 
from one to the other, and back again - spiraling up one breast only to 
stop halfway, and nibble my way over to the base of the other. Each 
time, I started slightly higher on her breast, and broke off my actions 
that much closer to her areolas and nipples, which were clearly erect 
with her arousal. Finally, it was time: when I'd spiraled my way to the 
edge of her areola, I pulled my lips away, only to take her nipple in my 
mouth a moment later, accompanied by her gasp of pleasure. I sucked on 
the end of her breast softly as I fluttered my tongue across its nipple 
and 'chewed' on it with my lips. Diane's response was to bury her hands 
in my hair and hold me in place, encouraging me to continue. I did for a 
while - but I didn't want the other breast to feel neglected, and moved 
to repeat my actions on it, as well. For the next couple of minutes, I 
switched back and forth between them, until I had both of her nipples 
hard and erect. After giving each of her nipples a lick with my tongue, 
I moved on to something else: moving my mouth to different parts of her 
breast - other than her nipples - and gently sucking them partway into 
my mouth before releasing them with a soft lick. Sides, bottoms, tops - 
the entire surface of her breasts received my attentions.

Again I had a plan in mind, and as I finished my ministrations, I eased 
my way into a pattern across her lower torso. From there, I moved to a 
series of soft kisses across her belly, again easing my way down her 
body with infinite patience as she panted her arousal. I paused for a 
little while to pay special attention to her belly button - an 'innie', 
and as cute to me as she was. From there, it was on to her abdomen - one 
hip to the other, and back again, I showered her with small kisses. 
Finally, I knew that I was nearing my final goal: I could feel the 
softness of her pubic hair gradually tickle its way up my throat to 
under my chin, and under my lips. I carefully kissed my way around the 
dark, dense mass of her pubis, down along the crease between her thigh 
and pelvis.

Even before I'd gotten as far as her navel, I could smell her - the 
thick, rich, heady scent of female lust. Now, as I got nearer and nearer 
the source, the aroma grew stronger and more defined. Slowly and gently, 
I closed in on my target. As I did, Diane spread her legs, drawing them 
up toward her body to make room for me between her firm young thighs.

 From the crease of her thigh and pelvis, I eased my way down her thigh: 
at the end of each kiss of her smooth skin, I'd use my lips to give her 
a feather-light nibble, barely disturbing the surface of her warm flesh. 
As my lips blazed a trail along the inside of her thigh, my hand was 
mapping the rest of her leg. From her toes to her knees to her hips, 
there wasn't a bit of her that wasn't subjected to my Braille 
explorations. By the time my lips reached mid-thigh, she was all but 
quivering under my ministrations; I slowly reversed course back toward 
the dark wedge that covered her mons, but did nothing to conceal her 
arousal - her vaginal lips were extended and well parted, the gap 
between them faintly glistening.

Once again at her pelvis, I moved from one side to the other of her 
mons, pausing only long enough to give her inner lips a soft lick that 
barely disturbed them as I collected a small sample of her musky, spicy-
sweet oils.

I duplicated my actions on her other leg - kissing my way toward her 
knee as my fingers danced across her soft skin. This time, though, as I 
neared the mid-point of her thigh, she *did* start quivering. I 
backtracked to the where I started from, then a little farther: directly 
under my lips, her fully-extended labia flowed downward from her erect 
and exposed clitoris as they framed the visibly wet entrance to her 
womanhood.

Taking a quick look up at her, I saw that she had her hands full of bed 
covers and her eyes were closed as her head slowly turned from side to 
side; she was anxiously - eagerly - waiting what she knew was next.

I didn't disappoint her.

Lowering my head, I licked her cleft from bottom to top, tasting the 
exotic oils she was producing for me, before letting my tongue deal a 
dancing blow to her hardened clitoris. When that happened, her eyes flew 
open as she released a loud gasp and her hips snapped off the bed in 
response. As her hips slowly lowered to the bed again, I fastened my 
mouth on her steamy opening: softly sucking precious nectar from her as 
I let my tongue trace the delicate folds of her vaginal opening. She 
groaned deeply as she spread her legs, opening herself to me even more. 
For perhaps a minute, I delighted in the flavor that Diane shared with 
all women, yet was uniquely hers.

With the essence of Diane still on my taste buds, I expanded my efforts 
to include her clitoris. I started by licking at it *ever* so softly and 
briefly, then gradually increasing the pressure and time I spent on it. 
I continued that until I heard Diane start moaning with a combination of 
arousal and pleasure; only then did I gradually change over to circling 
her clitoris with my tongue, in varying patterns and pressures - from 
slow firm circling pressure to a rapid flutter across it, and anything 
and everything else I could think of, it all pleased her.

When my tongue started to tire, I went back to her labia and the opening 
they guarded. I'd take one of them into my mouth and gently suck on it 
as I used my lips to 'chew' on the rest - then pause to lick and suck at 
her hot and wet vaginal entrance before doing the same to the other. 
Back and forth - and between them - I went, until I felt that my tongue 
was sufficiently recovered.

When she felt me probing at her opening with it, she again lifted her 
hips, then spread her thighs in welcome.  Forming a rod with my tongue, 
I pressed it into her as deeply as I could - and getting myself a fresh 
taste of her woman's nectar. For the next couple of minutes, I used my 
tongue on - and in - her in every way I could: making love to her with 
it as though it were my penis, trying to curl and flex it inside her, 
and simply lapping at her as though she were an ice cream cone. Only 
when I felt her pressing her pelvis against my mouth as she tried to get 
more of me inside her did I slow, then stop, my actions.

When I left her pelvis, she emitted a soft groan of disappointment; when 
she felt me move over her, she quickly opened her eyes - then smiled 
when she saw that I was moving over her, my erection softly swaying 
beneath me.

When we were again face to face, I lowered myself to rest on my elbows 
as Diane raised her head to give me a kiss - tasting her own flavor on 
my lips and tongue. As the kiss went on, she put her arms around me, 
hugging me tightly. Only when we had to come up for air - both of us 
panting slightly - did she loosen her grip.

We looked into each other's eyes for several long moments before I felt 
Diane move under me: rubbing her pubis against my erection where it was 
resting on her mons. Our eyes still locked, I lifted myself slightly 
then eased back a bit so that my penis hung down, the head touching her 
labia near her clitoris. Her eyes stayed on mine as I felt her lift her 
hips slightly, positioning herself to that I was at her entrance. Our 
eyes still on each other, and still in each other's embrace, we silently 
agreed that it was time.

I gently pressed myself against her slightly, making sure that we were 
lined up properly. Satisfied that we were, I pushed again, more firmly; 
feeling it as I started to slip past the tight ring of her entrance. For 
her part, Diane spread her thighs again to make it easier for me; I 
could *feel* it as she consciously relaxed herself to take me in. In 
only a couple of seconds, I was through, and I felt the muscles at her 
vaginal entrance tighten around my penis as she released her control of 
them. What I'd been doing to her had made her incredibly hot and wet 
inside - I knew that I wouldn't have any trouble getting the rest of 
myself into her. What pleased me most, though, was how wonderfully tight 
she felt around me: if I hadn't been the one to deflower her, I would 
have thought that she might still be a virgin.

With the change in our relationship, I wanted to make this time even 
more special than it already was: the last time we'd be able to be 
together before I left for college. Both of us knew that it would be 
several weeks before I'd be back.

I entered her slowly, gently, and carefully. I slid myself into her a 
fraction of an inch, then back out again slightly to spread her ample 
oils. Back in, a little further, then not as far back out. Over the next 
minute, I took my time:  easing myself into her, patiently. It wasn't 
until I felt my pelvis against hers that I saw her eyes close as a smile 
of satisfaction crossed her face. We stayed like that for several 
seconds, locked with each other, before her eyes opened again. When they 
did, I could see in them how happy she was; how pleased with what I'd 
just done; and how much joy she felt at being there with me.

We had no time limit, no worries about being 'caught', no need to rush. 
For the first time ever, we were free to take our time and please each 
other without having to concern ourselves about anything else. The times 
we'd had before were good - even great. All of our time before had been 
loving; but this - this was LOVE.

And that was what we did: made LOVE.

Both of us watched as I started moving in her: her labia extended as I 
withdrew from her, clasping at me as though trying to hold me inside. 
Then, when I pressed myself back into her, they reversed direction as 
though guiding me. A few more strokes, and I was thoroughly wetted with 
her juices; when that happened, Diane's vaginal lips relaxed their grip 
on me, changing position only slightly as my glistening penis slid 
between them. I couldn't resist the temptation, and scanned Diane: she 
was surprised at how wet she was, and how her labia had changed as we 
made love. She was delighted with the sight of my glistening penis 
sliding between her vaginal lips as she felt me alternately filling and 
emptying her womanhood.

With not hurry or pressure, we took our time as we made love - neither 
of us feel any need to rush things, which left us free to not just 
enjoy, but _savor_ the sensations we were creating in each other. Our 
lovemaking was slow and gentle and patient; when I started to feel a 
little tired, Diane knew it, and we changed positions by unspoken 
agreement.

I pulled free of her, and Diane readily moved to her hands and knees - 
after pausing to quickly lick her juices off my erection. I moved behind 
her and easily slid myself back into her before reaching down and 
forward to take her soft/firm breasts in my hands. Before I could begin 
moving in her, Diane took charge, easing herself forward to let my 
again-shiny penis slip out of her until only the head was inside her 
before rocking herself back toward me again. As her rocking motions 
slowly sped up, I continued to caress and softly squeeze her breasts, 
and gently pull on her nipples. We spent many long, pleasurable minutes 
with Diane slowly impaling herself on me as I let my hands gently wander 
across her back and sides and hips and thighs and body, delighting in 
the soft smoothness of her skin where it covered the rubbery-firm muscle 
underneath.

After a while, I could tell that it was Diane's turn to feel the effects 
of her efforts; again, no word were necessary as I guided her to lay on 
her back where she happily spread her legs for me in invitation. I eased 
myself between her thighs, and then moved her legs so they were draped 
over my own - leaving me essentially sitting on the bed with Diane 
laying in front of me. She quickly understood what I was planning to do, 
and carefully scooted herself 'down' until my manhood was resting on her 
dense muff. I eased myself back a bit as I guided my member between 
Diane's vaginal lips while she used one hand to hold herself open for 
me. We looked into each other's eyes as we felt me slip into position, 
then on through the elastic opening of her femininity. When I let myself 
slip forward to the place I'd been in before, we found that we were in 
perfect position: just over half of my male sword was surrounded by her 
female sheath. With very little effort, I would be able to plumb the 
depths of her hot cavern; as an additional benefit, it left both of us 
with our hands free to explore each other's bodies.

A few minutes later, I leaned forward so that the two of us could share 
a long, deep, and loving kiss as we continued our lovemaking. When the 
kiss ended, I made a small detour so that I could start licking and 
sucking on Diane's puckered breasts and erect nipples as she lightly 
dragged her fingernails across my back and sides.

By the time I lifted my head again, I could feel Diane's vagina clasping 
at my erect penis as it slipped in and out of her. The sensation of her 
tightening around me felt terrific, and it didn't take much of it before 
I could feel myself beginning to respond. As the pace of my thrusts 
increased slightly, I raised my body again so that I could look down at 
Diane; her breasts were swaying *ever* so slightly in time with my 
penetrations. With the change in my movement in her seemed to have a 
reciprocal effect on Diane - it took only a couple of minutes before I 
watched as she began playing with her own breasts, squeezing them and 
pulling and pinching her nipples. A few more minutes, and she was 
lifting her hips in response to my thrusts. The change in angle that I 
was entering her at helped stimulate me even more, as did the sight of 
her open labia as they 'flexed' in response to my actions.

As I felt myself start down the 'home stretch', I leaned forward again, 
holding myself over Diane while she kneaded the muscles in my arms and 
chest.

We'd been making love for well over half an hour; but still, neither one 
of us was in any rush to bring an end to it. Along with the physical 
joining, we were also sharing an _emotional_ bond - and it was that 
union of our *hearts* that we wanted to prolong for as long as possible.

As my arousal increased, my distance over Diane decreased - until we 
were face-to-face with each other. Back and forth, we took turns kissing 
each other. Lips, face, nose, ears, shoulders, and throat; all were 
subject to kisses and lip-nibbling.

Our lips had parted and I was enjoying the feeling of her erect nipples 
drawing SpiroGraph designs on my chest when I finally felt my balls 
tighten up in the last stage before I unloaded in her. I made a few more 
slow steady strokes into Diane as she kissed my shoulder, then it was 
time: pressing myself into her as deeply as I could, I felt the first 
shot of my hot semen travel the length of my erection to explode into 
her wet cavern. That seemed to be all Diane needed, and I felt her hot 
sheath tighten around me as her own climax took her over. Even as I felt 
her vagina clamp down on me, making her even tighter than she'd been 
when I took her virginity, I felt her teeth sink into the base of my 
neck as she all but screamed her release into it - and rake her 
fingernails across my back, as well.

With each gush of my cum into her, Diane would clamp her jaws on me 
again as she released a deep, guttural grunt of pleasure. Our lovemaking 
had been leisurely - and so was our release: instead of a sudden plunge 
off a cliff, our climaxes were more like a long, slow earthquake of 
pleasure. What they lacked in power, they more than made up for in 
depth. I felt as though I'd emptied pints or quarts of my semen into her 
by the time I was finished.

To my surprise, I stayed almost completely hard inside her as Diane's 
orgasm slowly tapered off. Only when I felt her release her toothy grip 
on my neck did I feel Diane stir under me as she slowly let her hips and 
head lower to the bed, and her arms relax around me. I held myself over 
her, softly kissing her lips and closed eyelids, giving her a reference 
point in reality as she recovered from what was obviously an extremely 
powerful orgasm for her.

After a couple of minutes, her eyes fluttered open; and when she saw me 
there, she started crying as she quickly wrapped her arms around me 
again, hugging me fiercely. I gently - but firmly - hugged her back, 
muttering soft words of reassurance to her until she again released me 
to lie back on the bed.

Only then did she seem to realize that I was still nearly completely 
erect, and inside her. When it hit her, I saw her eyes widen in surprise 
before she asked me "You're still inside me? Like *that*?"

"Yes - to both." I answered, grinning, and I carefully wiped the tears 
from her face.

"I know you shot; I felt it, it was what made it happen for ME. How come 
you're still hard?"

"Just lucky, I guess", I teased.

She gave me a little bit of a dirty look, and said "No, really - I want 
to know."

"Honestly?" - she nodded her head - "I don't really know, for certain. 
I'm sure part of it is how good it feels to be inside you like this. 
Part of it is how long it took before it happened. How much of what 
else, I really don't know; I'm just glad it happened - or isn't 
happening." That last part earned me a small grin.

The little bit of explanation I had seemed to satisfy her, and she 
lifted her head to give me a kiss before telling me "Um, If we can do it 
without *disturbing* things, I'd like to stretch my legs out."

I readily agreed - feeling the need, myself - and after a little 
experimentation, we figured out how to let both of us straighten our 
legs without losing our intimate embrace. As we were doing that, I heard 
Diane give a small gasp. When I was again facing her, she looked sad and 
unhappy.

I asked "What's the matter?"

She started to cry again as she told me "Mike, I'm *so* sorry! I didn't 
mean to hurt you!"

I looked at her, puzzled, and she went on to say "There, on your neck - 
and I think on your back, too, even though I didn't get a very good 
look."

Using one hand, I checked my neck - knowing where I'd felt her sink her 
teeth in my neck, it didn't take me long to realize that I'd have one 
HELL of a bruise and sore spot for a few days. I went on to flex my back 
a little bit, and decided that she'd left at least a few scratch marks 
on it. From the feel of it, she'd broken the skin, and probably even 
drawn a little blood, but it didn't feel particularly bad, either.

When I looked down at her again, she was still quietly crying, and 
looking at me as though she was afraid of something. I smiled at her in 
reassurance, and said "It's okay, Diane. It's not bad at all."

She looked at me doubtfully, and said "It sure doesn't look 'not bad' 
from here."

"Maybe that's so - I can't see. All I can tell you is that it doesn't 
FEEL bad."

"You're sure? I mean, you're not just trying to make me feel better?"

"Yes, I'm sure - and no, I'm not just saying it to make you feel better. 
But if it DOES make you feel better, then that's fine, too."

She didn't look like she was quite ready to believe it, but she knew 
that I'd never lied to her before, either. After a few moments, I 
watched as she took a deep breath - punctuated by a hiccup that made her 
start to giggle - before she visibly relaxed.

When I saw that, I told her "Besides, what's wrong with a righteous 
hickey on my neck to show people that I'm a real stud that pleases his 
lady?"

THAT gave her a fit that alternated between bouts of the giggles, and 
mortal trepidation at the realization that that was just *exactly* what 
people would think when they saw it - particularly our folks.

When she finally calmed down again, she looked up at me with a mock-
stern expression on her face and said "Michael, you are SUCH a turd!"

I responded by getting my own pretend surprised expression, and asking 
"Now, where have I heard that before..." in a thoughtful tone - and 
getting laughter in response.

By that time, I'd finally softened enough that both of us could feel me 
starting to pull free of her intimate grip. She frowned slightly, and 
told me "THIS is the part of being with you that I don't care for much - 
I always feel so *squishy* and _leaky_ when you're not in me; I'm always 
afraid some of it is going to leak out and make a mess on something."

"So some of it leaks out. That's not something that I think we have to 
worry about, any more." I told her.

She got a thoughtful look, and a moment later, replied "You're right. 
I'm still thinking like it's something we have to keep secret, when we 
DON'T any more."

I suddenly got an idea, and reached over to grab one of my pillows. When 
Diane looked at me, I said "If you'll lift up a bit, we can slide this 
under your butt; that will keep it inside you long enough for me to grab 
a towel. After that, we can put on our robes and take a shower, if you 
want."

She nodded her understanding, and said "Yeah, I _would_ like a shower - 
but just a short one, okay? What I want to do more than anything else is 
lay here and snuggle with you tonight, for as long as possible."

I smiled at her, and answered "Yeah, I'd like that, too. Okay, on three 
- one... two... three!" and both of us raised up far enough for me to slip 
the pillow under her. A little minor adjustment, and it was perfect. I 
carefully pulled free of her, and quickly collected a couple of towels 
from the linen closet in the hallway.

When I came back into my room with TWO towels, Diane looked at me 
quizzically. I just told her "One for now, and a spare in case anybody 
gets any ideas later!"

To my surprise, she blushed furiously before taking the towel I offered 
her. Together, we managed to collect everything that leaked out over the 
next few minutes as we held each other. When the flow was all but 
stopped, Diane indicated that she was ready for the shower.

As agreed, our shower _was_ quick - for the two of us sharing it, that 
is. Dried off, and back in my room, we quickly shed our robes so that we 
could share a skin to skin embrace as we kissed yet again. When it 
broke, I watched as Diane moved to turn down the covers on my bed, then 
lay on it before gesturing for me to join her. It took only a moment 
(!!), and I had her in my arms again: the two of us laying on our sides, 
spoon fashion, with me behind her. She was resting her head on one of my 
arms while the other was draped across her, her hand on top of mine as I 
cupped her breast. She wiggled around a little bit, and finally 
succeeded in nestling her smooth, warm butt in my 'lap', trapping my 
flaccid penis between her ass cheeks. We lay there like that for quite a 
while, softly discussing our love and future before we slowly drifted 
off to sleep.

I woke up the next morning to the wonderful sensation of Diane's breasts 
pressing into my back, and her lush pubic mound tickling the top of my 
ass. Having her there like that made me so happy, so proud, that I 
couldn't bear the thought of disturbing her - even though I 
*desperately* had to use the bathroom.

We must have laid like that for a half hour or more before there was a 
soft knocking at my door. I felt Diane wake up behind me, and indicated 
that I was awake. Then I heard Mom tell me "Mike, it's time for 
breakfast, if you're hungry." I thanked her, and said I'd be right down. 
As I listened to her footsteps fade away, I felt Diane move away from me 
a little, and quickly turned over to face her.

I told Diane "Its okay. Mom knows you're in here, even if she didn't say 
anything."

"How do you know?" she asked.

"I know because that's the first time in my LIFE that she hasn't stuck 
her head in the door to talk to me directly. If she didn't look in here, 
it's because she knew she didn't want to see what was here."

"She's upset that I'm here?"

"No, I don't think 'upset' - just getting used to it. I expect that her 
and Dad have talked about it, and she's still getting her mind around 
the idea that her 'little boy' is grown up enough to be thinking about 
girls - particularly you, who she likes - *that way*."

About that time, there was another small knock at the door, and when I 
answered, Holly stuck her head in. Seeing us awake, she opened the door 
enough to slip into my room, and leave some clothing on the chair by my 
desk, telling us "I thought I'd save you some time and trouble by 
bringing some clothes for Diane."

Diane blushed slightly, and both of us thanked her for her 
thoughtfulness. She smiled in reply, and quickly made her way back out, 
closing the door behind her.

Diane and I *almost* didn't make it to breakfast. We started 'helping' 
each other get dressed, and it nearly turned into another lovemaking 
session before my stomach growled, telling BOTH of us that we needed 
nourishment.

When we got downstairs, and seated at the table, Mom and Dad were both 
careful not to notice - thus have to comment on - the giant bruise on my 
neck, or the tooth marks that bore witness to how it got there. Holly's 
eyes got HUGE, and it was all she could do not to stare - at either or 
both of us. She only managed to get herself back together when Mom gave 
her a Look as she handed Holly one of the dishes of food.

Diane tried to help Mom with the dishes when breakfast was over, and got 
chased out of the kitchen for her efforts as Mom told her "Now you just 
go on, Diane - I'm sure you'd rather be with Mike than me."

Diane and I spent most of the morning in the backyard, splashing around 
in the pool; a little before lunch, I took her home - and went inside 
with her so the two of us could tell her parents we were a Couple. Both 
of them actually seemed pleased at the news, and her dad even went as 
far as to shake my hand.

That afternoon, I went about the task of making sure my truck was ready 
for the trip - changing oil, topping off the various fluids, giving it a 
bath, cleaning it out, and so on. While I was working, Holly came out to 
talk with me for a while. At one point, she put her hand on my back and 
saw me flinch; she quickly pulled my shirt back and looked at the wounds 
Diane's fingernails had left. She didn't say anything to me, but her 
eyes again got big at the sight.

That evening, the last before I left for school, Mom and Dad took me and 
Holly out for dinner. When we got back, I was surprised when it was Mom 
that asked me if I'd like to call Diane and invite her over.

I didn't hesitate to make the call, and went over to pick up Diane in my 
truck. She invited me in when I got there, and I spent a couple of 
minutes talking with her folks before she came in with a small overnight 
bag in her hand.

She asked if I was ready, and after I nodded that I was, she told her 
parents "I'll be spending the night with Mike, and tomorrow morning with 
Holly. I'll give you a call if I'm going to be any later than lunchtime, 
okay?"

They easily agreed, and the two of us wished them good night.

Once in the truck and on the way home, I asked Diane "Okay, I'll play - 
what was that all about?"

She looked a bit sheepish, then defiant, before she told me "This 
afternoon, Momma and I talked for a little while - about me, and you - 
because she saw the big hickey on your neck, and figured I gave it to 
you. I told her that you'd asked me to be your girlfriend, and after she 
asked me, I confessed that you were the one I gave my virginity to - and 
that you were the ONLY one I've 'been' with. I was surprised when she 
just told me that she was glad that I was on the Pill, and that I was 
being so careful about who I was with. She said she'd talk to Daddy, and 
a little while later, they called me into the living room."

I nodded, and she went on "Once I was there, Daddy told me that he and 
Momma had talked about me and you, and that he understood it. He told me 
that he wasn't happy to see his little girl growing up, but that he was 
proud that I was being so careful and responsible about who I was with. 
Then he told me that he thought you were a pretty nice boy, and had a 
good head and heart. He told me that he wasn't going to make any fuss 
about it, even though I'm still technically a minor. Then he and Momma 
just told me that they loved me, and to be careful."

I nodded my understanding, and a couple minutes later, pulled into our 
driveway. The two of us went inside, and as I went into the family room, 
Diane went upstairs to leave her bag in my room. A minute or so later, 
she joined us, and we all enjoyed a comedy that Holly had gotten that 
afternoon. By the time it ended, it was getting a little late, and Mom 
and Dad said they were going to bed. Diane, Holly, and I said that 
sounded like a pretty good idea. Holly stayed behind to clean up the 
family room a bit, but Diane and I held hands as we made our way to my 
room. As Diane and I got to the door to my room, Mom and Dad were at the 
door to theirs; both of them turned to us and wished us a good night, as 
though we were a married couple just like them. Diane and I hadn't been 
in my room but a minute when there was a knock at the door. Diane 
answered, and Holly came in to wish us both a good night, and giving us 
each a *serious* kiss to show she meant it. With that out of the way, 
she quickly left us, closing the door behind her.

Diane and I looked at each other, and by unspoken agreement, started 
undressing. I finished first, and went over to turn down the bed covers; 
as I was getting into bed, Diane came over to join me. She turned to me 
and put her hand on my face before saying "Mike, I love you. I love 
making love with you, and just being around you. I like to touch you, 
and be touched BY you. What we had last night was something special, and 
I don't want to mess it up by trying to do anything like it tonight. All 
I want for us tonight is to be together, in each other's arms. You're 
going off to college tomorrow, and we both know it's going to be a while 
before you come back to visit - and I want the memory of us holding each 
other tonight so that I'll be able to remember it until we can do it 
again."

I didn't bother trying to say anything. All I wanted was to make this 
night special, too, if in a different way; and what Diane wanted for us 
that night was as special as anything else that I'd thought of. I simply 
smiled and nodded my agreement before opening my arms to her. She 
quickly and happily moved into them, and the two of us soon got 
ourselves settled into a comfortable position. Neither of us spoke as we 
eventually drifted off to sleep: happy and content to be next to each 
other, there wasn't anything for us TO say.

The next morning, I woke up early - well before the alarm I'd set. 
Still, I was surprised to find Diane awake, and looking at me. I raised 
an eyebrow in question, and she told me "I like looking at you, even 
when you're asleep. Or maybe *especially* when you're asleep. Is that 
okay?"

"Well, if I'm sleeping, I guess I don't much care one way or the 
other." I answered, making her smile.

A few moments later, she told me "Mike, I think there's something you 
should do before you leave."

"What's that?"

"Make love to Holly."

"Excuse me? Am I hearing my girlfriend tell me that I should jump my 
sister before I head off to college?"

She grinned at me, and answered "Yes, that's what you're hearing. You 
and I have had two *wonderful* nights together, and that's enough to 
keep me going until you come back again. But you haven't really spent 
_any_ time with Holly, and I know that she wants to be with you again, 
at least once. Would you?"

I thought it over a few moments, and finally told her "If Holly comes in 
here and makes it clear she wants me to make love with her, I will. If 
she comes in here and just wants to snuggle, I'll do that, too."

Diane just grinned at me, and got out of bed. She quickly put on her 
robe, and quietly left my room without latching the door. A couple 
minutes later, Holly came in, carefully closing the door behind her. 
When she turned around to face me, she simply unfastened her robe and 
let it drop to the floor, exposing her nakedness to me.

Looking me squarely in the eye, she said "Diane told me that if I came 
down here, you would do what *I* wanted: make love or snuggle, my 
choice. I know she loves you *very* much, and if she's willing to share 
you with me the morning you leave for college, I'm damn well going to 
take her up on it. I don't know if we'll ever get another chance, and I 
want to feel you inside me, at least ONE more time."

"And where IS Diane?"

"She's staying in my room, so if Mom comes by, she can make it seem like 
I'm still in my room. So, you wanna?"

My answer to that was to simply throw the bedcovers back, leaving myself 
as exposed as she was.

With a big smile on her face, Holly quickly moved to join me on the bed, 
giving me a big kiss as she hugged me. When our kiss broke, she gently 
pushed me onto my back before saying "You just lay back, big brother. 
Ever since Diane told me I could have you, I've been getting hotter and 
hotter, so you don't have to worry about me - just let me get you 
started, and I'll take it from there."

I nodded my acceptance, and Holly quickly moved herself down my body, 
then between my legs. With a mischievous smile and a twinkle in her eye, 
she leaned forward to take my slowly inflating penis in her mouth as she 
used her fingernails along my thighs. She gently sucked on me as she 
used her tongue to draw a variety of patterns on the underside, 
stimulating me tremendously. It wasn't long before I was almost 
completely erect, and Holly's lips were sliding up and down my member. A 
couple more minutes, and both of us knew that I was completely hard, and 
ready for her. She made one last down and back up my manhood, leaving a 
coating of her hot saliva as lubrication for what she planned next. She 
quickly moved to put her knees on each side of me as she positioned 
herself over my glistening manhood. With that done, she took it in her 
hand, holding it steady as she lowered herself until I felt it brushing 
her dark red thatch. As she used the head of it to part her labia, I 
could see how they shined with her feminine oils - and I could even see 
where some of her essence had even trickled a little way down the inside 
of one of her thighs.

Satisfied that she was in the right position, Holly didn't hesitate any 
longer: with my glans pressing against her opening, she lowered herself 
onto it, taking nearly half my length in a single motion. She raised 
herself up a bit, and then lowered herself again, stopping only when her 
pubic hair was merged with mine. I don't think she realized she did it, 
but I heard her murmur "Oh, GOD, that feels so good!"

She waited like that for several seconds, savoring the sensation of 
having me fill her once again. Only when she felt my hands move to 
caress her thighs did she open her eyes to look at me as she started 
slowly moving herself over me.

As she'd asked, I wasn't worrying about her - but I was damned well 
trying to hold back so that *I* could enjoy this as long as possible, 
too. In only a couple of minutes, the only sound in my room was the 
liquid sounds of our union, and Holly's soft panting as she found the 
rhythm that pleased her most. As she was impaling herself on my manhood, 
I delighted in watching the gyrations of her breasts as they moved on 
her chest; after a few more minutes, all I wanted to do was get my hands 
and lips and mouth on them.

When Holly felt my hands on her hips, she opened her eyes, then 
gradually slowed her motions before looking at me in question. I told 
her "I want to be able to kiss you, and suck on your tits."

She quickly agreed, and the two of us carefully moved toward the head of 
the bed so I could prop myself up with a couple of pillows. Once I was 
ready, Holly happily resumed her self-impalement - but this time, she 
was kind enough to lean forward so her breasts were within range. I 
quickly put my hands over them, again marveling at how smooth, how firm 
- yet soft - they were before I released one of them long enough to take 
it's nipple between my lips. In short order, I was nursing at it like a 
newborn babe, even as I used my hand on its mate, squeezing and 
caressing breast and nipple by turns. In only a minute, I could hear 
Holly's breathing increase as she started moaning softly in reaction to 
what I was doing to her delightful mammaries.

When I'd gotten the one nipple hard and long in my mouth, I readily 
switched over to perform a similar service on it's twin - and ratcheting 
Holly's pleasure and arousal that much higher. I took a few moments to 
look down between us, and saw that Holly was as wet as I'd ever seen 
her: her secretions had thoroughly wetted _both_ our pubic areas, and 
her labia were all but dripping from her arousal as they alternately 
stretched out, then disappeared in response to the way she was hunching 
herself over me. Holly was as tight and hot as she had been before, but 
this time she was also so much wetter inside than before, too. The 
spicy, musky-sweet scent of her filled my nose as I went back to 
squeezing and gently pulling on her breasts and nipples.

A few more minutes, and I could feel myself passing that point of no 
return: I knew that it wasn't going to be much longer before I filled my 
sister with my hot seed. I quickly scanned her, and found that she 
wasn't far behind me - but she *was* behind me on the path to release. I 
still didn't want to disappoint her, so I put my hand on her lower belly 
and started caressing her erect and visible clitoris with my finger - 
softly stroking it in time with her rise and fall over me. From the way 
her breath caught in her throat when I first touched her, and how her 
vagina started clasping at me as I continued, I knew that I was easily 
going to be able to get her off.

We continued like that for another couple of minutes when Holly suddenly 
almost slammed herself down onto my penis before her vagina clamped down 
on my so hard it was _almost_ painful. I hadn't been scanning her, so 
this was all a surprise to me - but a pleasant one as I felt her 
internal muscles spasming around my hardness. It took only a couple 
sessions of that incredible sensation before I felt my balls tighten up 
as I started to empty myself into her. The sensation of spurt after 
spurt of my hot semen flooding her insides seemed to make Holly's orgasm 
that much stronger: she tried to press herself onto me even more, and 
the soft groans she emitted between her gasps for breath.

Even though it had been over a day since the incredible experience I'd 
shared with Diane, I still didn't have that much semen in me; as 
wonderful as it felt to empty myself into Holly, I only had so much to 
give: it was only the milking sensations of her hot vagina that kept me 
semi-erect after I'd unloaded everything I had into her. I was truly 
amazed at how long Holly's orgasm was lasting, even though I was gently 
pressing against her clitoris each time I felt her tightening around me. 
Finally though, I felt them start to taper off, and as they did, I 
softened then stopped my touch on her sensitive nubbin. A few moments 
after I pulled my hand from between us, Holly all but collapsed in my 
arms, gasping for breath as after-tremors of her release washed through 
her.

We sat/laid there like that for several minutes as both of us got our 
breath and senses back. I scanned Holly a few times, and wasn't 
surprised when she suddenly raised herself up long enough to throw her 
arms around me for the fiercest hug I'd ever gotten from her. I hugged 
her back - though not as tightly - and after a little bit, she released 
her hold on me so that she could lift her head to give me a kiss that 
*almost* got me hard again.

When the kiss finally ended, Holly laid her head on my chest, and told 
me "Thank you, big brother. That was one of the best I've had, ever - 
with you OR Diane. I'm going to remember that for a LONG time, and not 
just because of why I was here." I put my arms around her again, holding 
her, and the two of us were content to simply be with each other for a 
little while.

Holly finally told me "Mike, I really DO have to get up - I know Diane 
is covering for me, but I still want to clean up a little bit, and it's 
probably better if I'm actually in my own room when Mom comes around."

"That's fine, Holly. It's nice holding you like this, but I know we 
don't want to push it, either. If you want it, there's a towel over 
there on my chair; we can probably get close enough for you to grab it, 
if you want."

"I do want, thanks, Mike."

We carefully wormed our way toward the edge of the bed until Holly could 
finally stretch out enough to reach the towel - looking at her tight 
body stretched out like that was it's own reward. A couple minutes 
later, she was standing by the edge of the bed, cleaning ME off to, with 
the explanation "Diane was nice enough to let me borrow you; I'm not 
going to give you back any messier than I have to!"

My penis finally cleaned of our combined juices, Holly started for the 
door. I quickly scanned Mom and Dad, and found that Mom was getting 
ready to head for the bathroom. I told Holly "Wait a minute - I think I 
hear something!". She paused, and both of us heard the sound of a door 
opening. Knowing that Diane would wait for Holly to get back, Holly 
understood that it had been either Mom or Dad. A moment later, we heard 
the bathroom door close, and Holly smiled at me, saying "Thanks, Mike!" 
before quickly heading back for her own room. Diane had barely gotten 
into my room and closed the door behind her when we heard the bathroom 
door open.

When she turned around to look at me, Diane made a show of sniffing the 
air before saying "Yeah, Holly wanted some time with you!" and grinning 
at me.

"You're okay with that?" I asked.

"Yeah, for now. Holly and I have talked before, and she's told me that 
as much as she likes making love with you, she wants to find her own 
guy. She wanted you to be her first, and since you were so nice about 
it, she realized that you would be a good teacher for the other stuff 
she wanted to find out about. She knows she's safe with you and all 
that, but she also knows that the two of you can't keep doing it, 
either. If this wasn't the last time she makes love with you, I'll bet 
it's pretty close to it. So, yeah, I'm okay with it."

That said, she easily moved to the bed and lay down next to me. I turned 
on my side, and Diane laid on her back in front of me, her legs draped 
over mine. The effect was that she was 'sitting' on my 'lap' as I held 
her breast in my hand. We lay there like that for quite a while, quietly 
talking about our future plans until we heard Mom knock at the door to 
tell us that breakfast would be ready before long. Both of us knew that 
I needed a shower, and Diane went along to 'help' me by making sure all 
of my parts were properly cleaned. Dried and dressed, the two of us went 
down to the lavish breakfast Mom had prepared.

Around mid-morning, I got started loading my truck with the stuff I was 
taking to school; Diane and Holly both helped. Holly knew she couldn't 
give me the kind of going away kiss she wanted in public, so she took 
the opportunity to give it to me when just the two of us were in the 
garage. When I was all packed and ready to go, Mom and Dad came out too, 
to see me off. Dad surprised me by sticking his hand out for me to shake 
and telling me "I know you're going to do just fine, Mike, but be 
careful, okay?"

I assured him I would, and Mom moved in to give me a tearful kiss on the 
cheek. Diane was last, and she didn't hesitate to let me know that she'd 
be missing me. Mom and Dad carefully looked away; Holly just watched and 
grinned. I took the chance to give Diane's ass a quick squeeze.

The drive wasn't anything difficult, though I did make a couple of wrong 
turns while trying to find my new home. I caught my mistake quickly 
enough, though, and easily got back on track.

The guys - Bill Elliott, the chemist, and Don Jacobs, the math major - 
cheerfully came out to help me get moved in. My first load of stuff, I 
saw that I had a couple of letters in my 'in' basket: some time 
previously, someone had the idea of nailing a small basket by the door 
to each bedroom to hold any mail that came for that person. With all my 
stuff unloaded from the truck, I quickly checked the letters, and found 
that both of them were from Aunt Paula and Uncle Jack. The first held a 
short letter letting me know what was happening on the farm, and 
reminding me that I was supposed to visit them at least once a month. 
The other held a check from Uncle Jack, for an amount equal to my third 
of the rent and utilities, plus an additional twenty percent. No, I 
wasn't going to be throwing any parties on Uncle Jacks money, but I 
wasn't going to have to miss out on a movie or anything, either.

Bill and Don quickly agreed to my offer to spring for fast food as 
thanks for their help getting moved in. It told me something about them 
that they considered a trip to McDonalds to be a treat.

The next few days, they kept their promise to show me around, and they 
gave me plenty of help getting set up for school. The first Saturday I 
was there, I was ready and waiting for the cleanup, and did my chores 
willingly and without hesitation. Both Bill and Don seemed mildly 
impressed by it, as they did about my care about cleaning up after 
myself.

The first time I went to dinner with Aunt Paula and Uncle Jack, I asked 
Aunt Paula if she'd mind if I brought one of the guys I lived with next 
time. She assured me that I could bring both of them, if I wanted, and 
sent me back with the leftovers from our meal. I shared the food she'd 
sent - along with all the vegetables and fruit they'd loaded me up with 
- with the guys, who seemed grateful. My next trip to the farm, both of 
them accepted the offer of Sunday dinner. Aunt Paula was in seventh 
heaven having so many large appetites; Bill and Don both complimented 
her repeatedly on her cooking, pleasing her immensely.

After than, I didn't have any problem getting them to go along when I 
went out for 'Sunday dinner' - even if one or both of them couldn't make 
it, Aunt Paula made sure I took back the leftovers so they didn't miss 
out. Even when the weather turned cool, and the fresh stuff was gone, 
she sent along the canned food she'd prepared. It was *almost* as good - 
and still a long shot better than what they served in the school dining 
hall (or 'gageteria' as it was referred to).

I managed to get home a few times, and spent every available minute with 
Diane - the two of us even sleeping at HER house once. Her parents were 
going out for a weekend, and didn't want to leave the house empty; they 
told her that I was welcome to stay there with her, knowing full well 
that Diane and I would share a bed.

By the time the semester ended, I'd done well enough in my classes that 
I made the Dean's List - something that had Dad (and Uncle Jack, as I 
learned) nearly busting with pride.

Right before I left for Christmas break, Bill and Don told me that they 
figured they'd made a good choice letting me move in: both of them were 
MORE than happy with the way things had worked out - and not just 
because of Aunt Paula's cooking, either!

The rest of my Freshman and Sophomore time at school, things went along 
pretty much the same way - meals with Aunt Paula and Uncle Jack while I 
was at school, and my time at home spent with Diane. Each time I came 
home, it seemed that Diane and I got that much closer, and loved each 
other even more. The sex between us was *always* terrific, but the time 
OUT of bed meant a lot to us, too. Holly found herself a boyfriend; he 
treated her like the royalty she was, even _without_ my input.

Every semester at school saw me on the Dean's List, and each semester, 
my grade point average increased a bit, as well. As Dad and Uncle Jack 
had planned, I *was* able to focus on my studies, and it showed. Sure, I 
could have used my 'skills' to beat the system, but what would that have 
gotten me? Besides, I *liked* learning all this stuff. And thanks to 
Uncle Jack, I didn't have to miss out any fun during my free time, 
either. By the time I got my diploma, I was in the top one percent of my 
class, and graduated with honors. To my surprise, not only my folks, and 
Aunt Paula and Uncle Jack, but *every single one* of the farmers showed 
up for the ceremony - embarrassing the hell out me with their cheers 
when I was handed my diploma.


END (?)

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