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Subject: {ASSM} "Pete" A Young Man's Story  (mfF)  Chapter 16
Date: Tue,  6 May 2003 16:10:03 -0400
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CHAPTER 16

It was getting late, and I was full of energy, but there wasn't any
place to go, so I went to back to Kate's.  

Everyone was in the den watching a movie on TV. It was a little cool
in the house, and they were on the couch, huddled under a blanket.
Erin was on the end, Mom was in the middle and Kate was next to her.
They motioned for me to join them and the only open place was next to
Kate, so I slipped under the blanket beside her. 

Almost immediately, I felt her hand on my crotch and she was slowly
rubbing me. That, plus thinking about Della's naked body a short while
before, had my cock standing at attention in no time. 

When I glanced at her, she had a twinkle in her eye. So I snaked my
arm around her and let my hand drop on her breast. She had on a
sweatshirt and no bra, and when I touched her nipple it was poking
straight out, so I played with her nipple while she rubbed me, and I
was getting very turned on. 

It was rather dark in the room, so I didn't think we would get caught,
but when I glanced at Mom, It looked like she was watching us. 

When the movie was over Mom said that we had a big day tomorrow, and
should all get some sleep.

Kate said to me, "See ya later" and Erin and I went to our rooms.

I kept going outside and checking the lights in the house. As soon as
they went off I went over quietly and climbed the stairs to her room. 

When I opened the door, it was pitch black in the room. But I was very
horny, so I dropped my pants and felt my way to the bed. 

I whispered, "Open the curtains"

She said, "Shh" and reached for me. 

We had a wonderful kiss, but I was anxious and she could tell, so she
pushed me on my back and went down on me. She did things with her
tongue she hadn't done before and I was really enjoying it. 

I touched her pussy and she was sopping wet, so I pulled her around
where I could eat her. 
I don't think I was there for more then a minute when she came.

And nearly drowned me!

Her juices erupted from her and completely covered my face and neck. I
had never felt her come like that, and it really turned me on. 

I felt myself getting ready to come, and when I did, she deep-throated
me and I could feel the muscles in her throat massage my cock.
 
It felt incredible, but I was still turned on and I wanted her body,
so I forced her on her back and I climbed on top of her. 

She hesitated, and for a minute I thought she was going to stop me,
but I was insistent, and soon we were slamming into each other.

She was wild! She threw herself into me and met every thrust with a
passion I hadn't felt before, and when she came again, she groaned,
and spewed out as much fluid as the first time.

It was unbelievable. I didn't think a person could hold that much
liquid. 
It HAD to be urine, but it didn't smell or taste like it.

And I didn't care!

I felt great! I was in a good mood and my cock was a steel pole. 
I stopped to let her rest and bent to kiss her belly. When I touched
my lips to her, she was sopping wet. Her pussy, belly and legs were
drenched, and the bedclothes were soaked. 
I don't know why, but it turned me on even more, and I rubbed my face
into her and went to her pussy and sucked her clit into my mouth. It
was somehow different then I remembered it. It seemed to be a little
larger, and stuck out more then before. I guessed it was because she
was so turned on. 

When I touched my tongue to it she jerked violently and turned her
head to the pillow and began moaning. So I went to work in earnest and
my tongue was a buzz saw on her clit. 

This time when she came, she grabbed my head with both hands and
jammed it against her pussy. For a minute, I couldn't breathe, and
then she finally dropped her hands and fell back.

Her cum took on a different flavor. It was a sharper taste then I
remembered, and I got some on my fingers and put them to her mouth.
She licked them and groaned loudly.

Suddenly she got up, and I heard the door to the bathroom close. 

I lay there for a minute, smiling, and thinking about what had just
happened. 

I was in heaven, and I reached over and hit the button that opened the
drapes. They make a whirring noise when they open and soon the room
was flooded with moonlight. 

The bed was a mess and I was straightening it up, when Kate came out
of the bathroom.

She had some towels in her hand and started wiping the bed and me. 

I went to kiss her and all of a sudden she was in my arms and all over
me. She threw a dry towel on the bed and pushed me on to it, and then
she reached over and hit the button to close the drapes. I was going
to ask her why, but she moved on top of me and straddled my face. I
put my hands on her waist to hold her and she was dry! I touched her
belly and it was dry too. I was wondering how she got so dry so quick,
when I heard a noise like a door closing. I tried to look into the
blackness to see what it was, but couldn't, and Kate was trembling,
and trying to force her pussy onto me, so I started licking her again.
Her clit seemed to have shrunk back to it's normal size, so I figured
I better get busy, and I began sucking, and teasing her with my tongue
again. After a few minutes of this, she climbed off and pulled me on
top of her. She seemed to want it fast, so I obliged until I felt her
come again. It was a strong come, but she kept thrusting herself
against me, so I began using long strokes. 
All the way in and then out until just the tip of my cock was touching
her.  At the top of the stroke, she would push her pussy up as far as
she could, so she could hold me in her as long as possible. 
She seemed to really like that, so I pulled out even farther till I
was completely out of her, then I would slam all the way into her.
Every time I did, she would grunt, and dig her fingernails into my
back. Her pussy felt incredible. It was hotter then ever, and her
juices started to run again. But this time the fluid seemed
slipperier. 

I felt like I was going deeper with every stroke, until my hip bones
were banging against her. 

We had been making love for quite a while now, but she didn't seem to
be tired, and it sort of bothered me. After all, I was half her age
and a lot stronger, and she was keeping up with me like she was a
teen-ager. So I got determined, and stepped up my pace. Before long we
were like a pair of Rabbits. She was coming almost constantly and
moaning loudly.
 
After one particularly hard come, we stopped for a minute to catch our
breath.

The temperature in the room was like an oven, so she opened the drapes
again, and I got up and opened some windows. 

When I looked back at the bed, she was watching me. Her eyes were
sparkling in the moonlight and her look was so intense and lustful, it
was almost frightening. 

It made me more determined then ever, and I ran back to the bed and
grabbed her around the waist and turned her over and pulled her butt
up. I did it so quickly, I don't think she knew what was happening, I
was kneeling behind her, and I jammed my self into her and started
pounding into her. The "Slap, slap, slap" of our bodies filled the
room. I don't think I've ever been so deep in a woman as I was then,
and I could feel the head of my cock bottoming out.

She was making a constant moaning sound now and when I reached under
her and grabbed her Tits and started pinching her nipples, she moaned
even louder. I could feel myself getting ready, but I didn't feel like
she was quite there yet, so I held off. 

When I felt that she was almost ready, I took my hand and rubbed it
under her until it was coated with her juices and then I put my thumb
against her anus and pushed it in all the way. She screamed and came,
and I did too. 
Her pussy muscles contracted around my cock so hard that it hurt. 
And after a few seconds, we both fell, exhausted onto the bed.

Some time later, the need to urinate woke me. I untangled myself from
Kate and stumbled to the bathroom. When I came back into the room,
Kate was lying in the same place. The arm that had been around me was
still there, as though she was waiting for me to come back. She was
exposed from the waist up, and it was cool in the room, so I closed
the windows. 

The bed was a mess and her hair was sticking out at odd angles, but at
that moment she was the most beautiful creature I ever saw. 

I knew I had better get back to my room, so I pulled the covers around
her and kissed her lightly. As I opened the door to leave, I thought I
heard her say "I love you my husband" but when I looked back at her,
and she hadn't moved, so I guess it was my imagination.

I crept quietly down the stairs and started back to my room. 

The sun was just peeking over the horizon, and I was tired, but I felt
great, and stopped for a minute to enjoy the sunrise.
 
When I finally opened the door to my room, Sam was lying on my bed
asleep.

I went to her and looked down.

A million things were running through my mind.
 
I immediately thought of the wonderful creature I had just left, and I
tried to compare her to the beautiful girl in front of me. 
But I couldn't!
And I realized that I didn't want to.

This girl is real. The one I just left is a fantasy.

I can love this girl! We can be together and make mistakes together,
and grow up together.

The one upstairs will come to her senses one day, and realize that I'm
just a kid, and leave me.
  
I was standing, looking at her when she woke up. She looked up at me
and held out her arms. 

I was kissing her, when she suddenly sat upright, said "Oh my God" and
burst into tears.

Confused, I said, "What's the matter?" and then it hit me! My face and
body were still coated with Kate's juices. I was sticky and smelled
like sex.

Sam ran out the door and I heard her drive away.



SUNDAY
	
I woke late Sunday morning and dragged myself to the main house. Mom
and Kate were fixing breakfast. They both seemed a little tired.

Dad had driven the car to the airport and left the pickup, so after
breakfast we started loading things into it. Around ten o'clock, Clete
showed up, and with his help, it went pretty fast. By noon we had
everything loaded except some clothes. 

Dad called, and talked to Mom, and she said to me, "Dad's on his way
back to LA. When his flight lands, he'll take our plane and fly it to
the airport near the LA house. He should be there about three o'clock.
I'd like you to drive there and bring him back so he can drive the
truck home tomorrow. You can take Erin and Clete along for company"

That meant I had a couple of hours to kill, and I hadn't had a chance
to thank Mr. Torres properly for the car, so I drove over to their
house. 

As I pulled in, I saw Sam's car parked in the driveway. 

I knocked on the door and Mrs. Torres greeted me, and told me that she
would miss me. Then I went to Mr. Torres. I thanked him for the car
and we talked for a while, and shook hands. 

I kept looking for the girls, but I didn't see them until I went
outside. Della, Denise and Sam were leaning against my car, and Desi
was sitting on a fender.

Nobody said anything for a minute, then, Desi asked, "Who were you
with last night?"

I didn't answer.

Desi looked mad and Sam looked hurt. 
The only one's who looked friendly, were Della and Denise, so I put my
arms around them and walked them away from the car. 

When I got out of earshot from the others, I looked first at Denise.

"Are you and I OK?" 
She said, "Yes" and gave me a hug.

I looked at Della, "How about you?" 
She managed a little smile and said, "Pete, I don't know whether to
kiss you or kick you in the balls, but we're OK, for now" and she
kissed me.

We were walking back to the car, when Desi ran between the two girls
and pushed them out of the way.

She yelled, "Who were you fucking last night?

I pulled her away from the others, and said, "A girl from town. You
don't know her"

"Bullshit, I know all the girls in town"

"She's from Palmdale"

"What's the matter, have you fucked all the girls in this town?"

"Desi, please don't be mad at me"

Her eyes filled with tears, she said, "Some day, you'll be sorry" and
she ran toward the house. 
Della and Denise went after her.

Sam had been watching everything, and I was surprised to see a slight
smile on her face. She walked over to me and said, "She's wrong, you
know"

"About what?"

"About you being sorry. 
You're going to go to LA, and lots of silly girls like us will fall in
love with you. And you'll go on your merry way, until one day, under
the right set of circumstances, you'll meet a girl, get married, and
be a really good husband"

"Will that girl be you?"

"I doubt it. We both have lots of growing up to do"

"Are you mad at me"

"No, Pete, I'm not. I'm actually mad at myself. You are behaving
normally for boy your age, and a girl my age should be more mature.
But, you were my first love, and I'll never forget you. I've had the
best summer of my life because of you, and I don't regret a second of
it"

I tried to kiss her, but she shook her head 'No' and backed away from
me. 

I said, "Will you write me from Hawaii?"

"Yes, I'd like that. I have your address in LA"

I searched for something else to say, but there was nothing. 



I was sad, but relieved when I drove back to Kate's.



Before long it was time to drive to LA and pick up Dad at the airport
near our new house. In order to make sure we got there in time, Erin,
Clete and I left at 1:30. 

It was a beautiful day, the traffic was light, and we made good time.
We were about fifteen minutes from the airport when I something caught
my eye.
 
About a mile ahead of us, an overpass crossed the road we were on.
There seemed to be jumble of cars and a lot of flashing lights on it,
so I slowed down. 

We were about a quarter mile from it, when a car seemed to magically
appear in the air. It flew off the side of the overpass and landed on
the road ahead of us. There was a shower of sparks, it rolled over
several times and stopped, upside down. 

We were far enough away that we had no trouble stopping, and we ran to
see what we could do to help.  

The car was an expensive late model sedan. The driver's door was torn
off and the roof was smashed down.
 
There was a man and a woman in it. They were both wearing seat belts
but neither was moving. 
Suddenly, Clete said, "Look, there's gas leaking out of it" 

I reached in and released the man and started dragging him out, and I
yelled for Clete to get the woman. 

I was afraid on an explosion, so I dragged him quite a ways away.
Clete and Erin did the same for the woman. 

Smoke was coming from the engine of the car, then a small flame and in
just a few seconds, the whole car was afire. 

The woman was starting to regain consciousness, but the man still
wasn't moving, and Erin dropped alongside him and put her ear by his
mouth. 

She said, "He's not breathing" and I watched in amazement as she
started giving him CPR.

There had apparently been an ambulance at the accident on the
overpass, because almost immediately, some medics came rushing up.
They pulled Erin off, and started working on the man, and before long
he was coughing, and moving around.

The next thing we knew, a news van was alongside, and a man with a
microphone was talking with us. We gave him our names and a brief
description of what happened, and he wrote everything down and asked
me to sign it. 

Then another ambulance and a police car showed up. The police pushed
us out of the way, and there was nothing else we could do, so we got
in the car and left.

We hadn't been there all that long, so we got to the airport in time
to pick up Dad, and we excitedly talked about it on the way home.

Dad asked Erin where she had learned CPR, and she said that a nurse
had taught it to her class at school.

When we pulled into the driveway at Kate's, both Mom and Kate ran out
to meet us and yelled "come in here, quick". 

The TV was on, and was showing a commercial, but before we could say
anything, Kate said, "Hold on for a minute!"

As soon as the commercial was over, a newscaster came on and said, 

"This just in from the news service" and proceeded to show movies of
the wreck. The news truck had apparently been on the overpass filming
the first wreck when the second one happened. The film showed us
pulling the people from the car and dragging them off to the side of
the road, but the most dramatic part were some still photos of Erin.

I mentioned that Erin is tall for fourteen. Today she had on what the
kid's call, a "Belly shirt". It's a T-shirt that stops just below her
Boobs, and she had on low-rise jeans. 

The photographer was shooting down from above with a long lens, and he
spent a lot of time with the camera trained on her Butt and the
expanse of skin between her pants and shirt. 

The reporter went on to tell about the heroic rescue the three of us
had made, and how, beautiful, "eighteen year old" Erin Baker, had
brought the man back from the brink of death by performing CPR.

Then it showed two fantastic still photos.

One showed Erin on her hands and knees beside the man. 
The burning car was in the background, and she was bent over him
giving him CPR. Her long blond hair was hanging down like a waterfall,
covering his face.

The camera angle was from the back and side, and her Butt was toward
it. She does have a great Butt, and it showed both her butt and the
strip of skin above it. The scene looked tender and beautiful, but
also very erotic. It almost looked like a posed picture from a Man's
magazine. 

The next shot was a ground-level shot of her standing, with her head
turned. She was looking at the medics working on the man. 
She had a concerned look on her face; a smudge of dirt on her cheek
and the burning car was reflected in her eyes. 

She looked absolutely beautiful, and at least twenty years old. 

The reporter said that there would be more news about it later. 

I had given the reporter Kate's phone number, and it started ringing. 
Mom spent the next several hours explaining that Erin was only
thirteen, and "No" she wouldn't pose for a magazine layout. 

Then a call came in from someone, and Mom talked for a while and she
handed the phone to Dad. 

Mom told us that he was an agent, and wanted to meet with them when we
got to LA, and to bring Erin along.
Erin started jumping up and down, clapping her hands.


After dinner Kate and I walked out by the creek and sat down.

I said, "I've had a great time here"

"It's been wonderful having you here"

"Will I see you in LA?"

"Of course, and you can come here whenever you like"

I put my arms around her and we held each other for a long time.

I almost automatically asked, "Can I see you later tonight?"

And I was actually a little glad when she said, "I'm sorry dear, it
would be better if we didn't"



MONDAY

The trip home was quiet. Erin had ridden with Mom, Dad was in the
truck and I was alone in my car. 

Many thoughts were rolling around in my head. 

Wonderful Sam, "The girl who has everything."
So much of everything it scares me. 

The achingly beautiful Della, the girl who I understand the least.

Desi, who I had thought of as little girl, but now I knew to be so
much more, 

Tammy, the girl who re-invented herself right in front of me, and the
one who I feel is like a sister.

Wild, untamed, Sylvia, the one who touched me in so many ways and
still lingers in the back of my mind.

Pretty Denise. I absolutely know she's going to be OK, in spite of the
insanity she's grown up around.

And above all, Kate!
The very thought of her, her beauty, her sweet body and the thought
that someone as wonderful as her could love someone like me, is still
beyond my comprehension. 

My mind was reeling.


Our arrival in LA was accompanied by fanfare. When we turned the
corner to our house, there were news vans everywhere. 
When we pulled into the driveway, everyone wanted to talk to Erin and
me. Especially Erin. 

When Mom and Erin first got out of the car, they all asked where the
eighteen-year-old girl was. Mom pointed out that Erin was the one in
the pictures, and they crowded around her and wrote furiously in their
notepads. They took lots more pictures of both of us, and it went on
for quite a while, until Dad finally rushed us into the house and
slammed the door.

A little while after everyone left, the doorbell rang. 
A couple introduced themselves as the Elkin's, our next-door
neighbors. 
They brought some cookies and a newspaper, and wanted to know if we
were the one's on the front page.

The paper was a late edition, and whole front page was the picture of
Erin watching the medics, with more pictures of us on the second page.

The Elkin's are in their late forties. He's a small man, maybe 5' 6". 
She's about 5' 7", and was probably a beauty when she was young.

She's not bad looking now, but could stand to lose a few pounds. 
They just moved here from New York to be with their daughter, who they
say is an actress that works on a TV show. 

I asked which one, and they said it was a show called "Strange". 
It's apparently is a cable show about supernatural happenings.


The news people tapered off over the next few days, and the time we
spent getting ready for school served to dull some of the pain of
thinking about the summer.

Mom, Dad and Erin met with the agent, and he asked that Erin get a
photo layout made. But he wanted $400 for it, so Dad said, he'd "Think
about it".

I started at a new school and the second day I was approached by an
athletic coach and asked if I had any interest in sports. I asked if
they had a swimming program, and he said that they did, but they were
also looking for some people to try out for football, so I decided to
try out for both.

By the end of the first week I had all my classes and was working hard
at practice sessions for both the swimming and football teams.

The kids I met in school were typical 16-17 year olds, but they seemed
very young after what I had experienced during the summer.
 
The only girl that piqued my interest at all was a girl in my English
class named Kristen. 

She always dressed casually, but her clothes were slightly out of
date, and she didn't seem to want to be "hip", or to be like the other
girls.

I was watching her one-day while we were in the lunchroom. She always
sat alone, and I never saw her talk with anyone.

Something about her intrigued me. She had long black hair, and
although it always looked clean, it was never styled and she never
wore makeup. She's about 5' 7", and always wears bulky clothes, so I
can't tell about her body, but the rise in her blouses led me to
believe that there was something there.
One reason I was attracted to her is her eyes. They're jet black. And
the few times I got near enough to look, they seemed to have gold
streaks in the pupils. I kept trying to think of an excuse to talk to
her, until one day I just walked up at lunch and said, "Can I talk to
you for a minute?" 

She didn't look up right away but when she did, she looked at me and
said, "you probably mean, 'May I speak with you', correct?" 

I blushed and got a little angry, then, after I thought for a minute I
said, "You're right. That would have been the correct way of speaking.
However, I was so blinded by your cute Butt, that I forgot myself.

She smiled and her whole faced changed. She had great dimples and the
whitest teeth I'd ever seen.

I said "can I, err -- May I sit?"  She nodded OK and I slid into the
bench across from her.
 
She sat back and said, "I was wondering when you were going to say
something to me".

"How did you know I was going to talk to you?"

"Because, I saw you watching me"

"So, why didn't you say something to me?"

"Well, actually I was going to talk with you today"

"Oh, what about?"

"You're on the swimming team, aren't you?"

"Not yet, I'm just trying out. Why?"

"Because I would like to try out too and I don't know who to ask".

"Well, it's easy. All you have to do is talk with the coach. If you
like, I can introduce you"

"That would be great! Could we do it this afternoon?"

"Sure, meet me after last period and I'll take you there" 

The rest of the afternoon went slowly, and I found myself thinking
about her and wondering what she was like. 
We met in the hallway after last period and I took her to meet the
coach.

The swimming coach is Ms. Garmin. She's a fiftyish, slightly
overweight woman that is so nondescript; she seems almost invisible
unless she's swimming. 
Once she's in the water she's like a Shark. She seems more comfortable
there then out, and she's the most powerful swimmer I've ever seen.
What looks like extra weight, turns out to be pure muscle and some of
the guys joke that she would be a big help in a fight. 

Ms. Garmin seems tough, but she's always nice to me and I feel pretty
good about making the Men's swimming team. 

We knocked lightly on her office door, but there was no answer. 
I could see the light was on, so I tried the door. 
The handle stuck for a minute and suddenly released. I opened the door
and stepped into the room and stopped cold! 

Ms. Garmin was lying on top of her desk. Her slacks were on the floor
next to it, and there was a man I recognized as "Lenny", a school
Janitor, with his face buried in her crotch.

She saw Kristen and I standing there, and sat upright, causing the
janitor to hit his chin on the desktop. 

He jerked his head from between her legs and cried, "Whatcha tryin to
do, woman, break my neck?"  
He then looked over at us, his eyes got wide and he mumbled "Oh Shit".

Ms. Garmin quickly gathered herself together. She turned her back to
us, grabbed her slacks and said "Lenny, get out of here". 
He beat a hasty retreat and the three of us were alone.

She then said to us "Please come in and close the door". 

As soon as she got her pants on and buttoned, she walked around us and
locked the door, checking this time, to make sure it was truly locked.

She sat down at her desk and looked down at it for a minute. She then
said, "Well, what did you see here?" 

I was still stunned and wondering what to say, when Kristen stepped
around me. She looked at me for a split second and then turned to Ms.
Garmin.
 
"Ms. Garmin, neither Pete nor I saw anything. We came to see you and
found you sitting at your desk. And we both promise that nothing will
ever be said to the contrary. 
She looked over at me and said, "Isn't that right Pete?"

I looked directly at Ms. Garmin and said, "she's right ma'am, and you
have our word on it"

Then as though nothing had happened, Kristen said, "Ms Garmin, my name
is Kristen. Pete brought me here to ask about the woman's swimming
program. Can I make an appointment to talk with you about it?"

Ms. Garmin sat looking at us for a minute, then she said, "Certainly.
It's actually a little late for sign-ups, but come by this time
tomorrow and I'll have the forms ready."

We left and walked in silence through the deserted halls.

After a minute, Kristan said, "Can you forget about what you saw in
there?"

"No, but I promise you I'll never say a thing about it to anyone."

She said "Good"; kissed me full on the lips and left me standing in
the hall. 

That was the last time I saw her for a while.


Our new house is different then our old one. Mom and Dad's room is on
the second floor. 
Directly below them are three other bedrooms, and a bathroom.

Erin's room and mine are next to each other.


I was in bed, thinking about what had happened at school with Ms.
Garmin. It was hot out that night, so I had my window open, and I
heard muted noises coming from upstairs. It was the unmistakable
sounds of a woman nearing orgasm.

Just then I heard Erin go into our adjoining bathroom. 

Suddenly a muted wail came from upstairs. 

Erin burst into my room and said, "Did you hear that?"

I laughed and said, "Yes, but don't worry about it".

She said, "what do you mean, I never heard that before?"

"That's because this house is different then our old house. Their room
is right above us."
 
"But, what are they doing? Is he hurting her?"

"No, silly, they're making love" 

"So why is she yelling?"

"She's not yelling, she's just happy"
 
Erin thought about that for a minute, then, looked suspiciously at me
and said, "You're not telling me everything"

Then she thought some more and suddenly her eyes got big and she said,
"They're fucking, aren't they!"

I looked at her in shock, and said, "Of course they are. But why are
you asking me these questions. After all, sex can't be a mystery to
you. You even asked me to talk with Mom about getting you a diaphragm.
What do you think diaphragms are for?"

"Well, I sorta know. I heard Desi talking about them, and she said
they're the "Only way to go, unless you want to use rubbers", and lots
of girls at school, especially the older ones, are always talking
about them.
But forget about that, tell me about fucking, Petey? 
I'm afraid to ask the girls at school, because they'll make fun of me"

"Ask Mom, she'll tell you about it"
 
"No, tell me now, everybody's always talking about it and I want to
know". 

"Come on Erin, talk to Mom. She'll tell you everything you need to
know. 
Now, go to bed and let me get to sleep"

As soon as she left I got to thinking about Mom's noises, and the
ranch, and the next thing I knew I had a raging hard on. It had been a
while since I had done anything, so I started slowly rubbing myself.
It was feeling better and better and before long I had a violent
orgasm. I was looking at my nightstand for a tissue to clean things
up, when I saw Erin, standing in the doorway.

She had a smile on her face, she was naked, and both her hands were on
her pussy.

"I watched you do that to yourself, it feels good, doesn't it. You
shot almost all the way to the doorway".

I was so embarrassed that I grabbed the covers and pulled them around
me.

She came closer and said, "Why are you looking embarrassed?  Clete and
I started doing it together at the ranch, and it's a lot of fun!"

Shocked, I asked, "Did you guys do anything else? Did he touch you or
try to put his thing in you?"

"No, I watched you do it one night and told Clete, and he said he did
it too. He said that even watched his sister do it once, and told me
what she did. 
It sounded like fun, so we tried it".

She came closer and I could see that her hands were working on her
sex. She had two fingers inside and her other hand was rubbing her
Clit.

She sat next to me, "You wanna do it together, come on, it's fun!"

I couldn't believe it! My fourteen year-old sister was sitting on the
bed next to me, Masturbating. 

I couldn't help myself, and I got another hard on.  

I pulled back the covers and she lay next to me and closed her eyes.

Her legs were spread and the hand on her sex was moving rapidly.

I know she's my sister, but she's a beautiful girl, and it was
tremendously erotic. 

Before long I could see her whole body jerking about and I knew that
it wouldn't be long before she came. And by this time, I was so
excited that I knew it wouldn't be long for me either.

The next thing I knew, a fantastic thing happened. 
She gave a little squeak, and a thick stream of fluid shot from her
sex. It shot 2-3 feet in the air and some of it landed on my face. It
looked like urine, but a drop landed in my mouth and it didn't smell
or taste like urine, it had a slightly bland, but not unpleasant
taste. It reminded me of the time in Kate's bedroom, when she flooded
me.

I was so surprised that I forgot about my hard on, and as soon as she
calmed down I said to her "What was that! Did you just Pee?"

She said, "No, that always happens. I asked Mom about it and she said
that I was a Squirter and she was too, and it was a rare thing and I
should be happy about it. But it's kinda messy sometimes. Then she
looked over at me and saw that I still had a hard on.

"Hey, your thing is still stiff, do you want me to help", and reached
over to me.

I said, "STOP" and pushed her hand away. "I'm your brother, you
shouldn't touch me there".

"Darn, guys are weird! Clete wouldn't let me touch him there either.
He said he was embarrassed. But you're my brother and we've been naked
together our whole lives. I want to know what your thing feels like
when it's hard".

I was excited and very horny at this point, but she was my sister and
I knew it was wrong, so I said, 
"Well not this time. It's getting late and time you went to sleep".

She yawned, and said "OK, I'll see you tomorrow", and went to her
room.

I lay there for a minute, and reached down and grabbed myself. It was
over in about three strokes.




The classes at the new school were difficult, but the teachers seemed
better then in Arizona, and I was actually getting along pretty well.

I didn't make the swimming team, but I was a first alternate to the
group of seniors that were still there from last year, so I was only
practicing once a week. Ms. Garmin never said a word about what had
happened, and I didn't say anything to her, but I noticed that every
once in a while I would catch her looking at me.

I had started football practice. I was enjoying the skirmishes, and I
had met a great group of guys. 
 From all the swimming and the daily workouts with the football team, I
had toughened up considerably, and most of my baby fat had turned into
muscle.

I had also grown a little over the summer, and now I was a little over
six feet, and I was pretty sure I would be chosen for the team.

I looked for Kristen after the "incident" but I couldn't find her, so
I asked one of the guys in class if they knew her. 

He said 'Oh, you mean the quiet chick that never talks to anybody? Her
name is Kristen Albertini. I heard her tell the teacher that she would
be gone for a while on family business and the last I saw, the teacher
was giving her a list of things to read".

I was getting letters from Sam every day or so, telling me about
Hawaii, and school, and she said she missed me. 
She sent a picture, and Mom gave me a frame for it, and I sent her one
of me.

The weeks flew by, and I had made it to the junior varsity football
team and was practicing a lot. 
Dad and I were building shelves in the garage and doing landscaping in
the yards, and I was looking for a part-time job, so I hadn't had much
time for socializing. 

After a few weeks, the letters from Sam were coming less frequently as
she got involved in schoolwork, and so did my letters to her. 
Kate would call once in a while and talk to Mom, and always-told Mom
to say hello to me.
I tried to call her a couple of times, but always missed her.
 
I was lying in bed one night, thinking about her and stroking myself,
when Erin came into my room. 

She jumped onto the bed and said, "I know what you're doing, I can
hear the bed squeak. Lets do what we did the other night?" and she
pulled down her pajama bottoms and started rubbing herself.

I knew it was wrong, but it had been a long time since I had sex, and
to tell the truth, the very fact that it was wrong got me hotter.  I
lay there for a few minutes, stroking myself and watching her. 

She was slowly running her fingers up and down her slit, then every
once in a while she would dip her finger inside to get it wet, then
she would lightly massage her Clit.

I finally said, "Where did you learn to do it that way?"

"Kelly at school told me, she says she watches her sister do it".

The moonlight coming through the window cast just enough light on her
that I could see slightly more then an outline of her body. 
I said, "Take off your top" 

She said "Oh good, I want you to watch me" and she wriggled out of her
top.

She lay back on the bed and continued to stroke her sex, and now she
was watching me watch her. 

Her whole body was lightly washed by moonlight.  
Her legs were slightly apart, one hand was rubbing her sex, and the
other was playing with her nipples.
 
The moonlight glowed off her long legs, her flat stomach, up past her
budding breasts to her face. Her hair was fanned out behind her on the
pillow.

It was a stunning sight.

She saw the look on my face and started rubbing herself faster and
faster and so did I. After what seemed like a split second, I could
feel my orgasm building, and without thinking I bent over and kissed
Erin on the lips. 

We both had shuddering climaxes. I sent gob after gob of Semen all
over her neck and stomach, and she covered both of us, and most of the
bed with liquid from her Pussy.

We both fell back and almost at the same time, said, "Wow".

Erin lay there for a few minutes staring at the ceiling, then, without
looking at me, she got up and started to leave the room.

She was at the door when I said, "Erin"

She stopped and turned to me.

I said, "We can't do this anymore"

She said, "I know" and closed the door behind her.
 

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