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Phoenix Rising
 
 
(c) 2003  Anais Ninja  anais_ninja@hotmail.com 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/anais_ninja/index.html 
 
Note:  This is my story.  The names and details have been changed to 
protect the privacy of those involved.  Some of this account has been 
reconstructed from memory, but most of it has been based on a journal I
kept during these years. 
 
This is a sequel to _Exile_, which can be found on my asstr-mirror.org site:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/anais_ninja/exile/index.html

 
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Chapter Three - Roadrunner (Mf fgb teen inc exh mast oral anal)
 
 
Dana woke me up the next morning.  It was still early, not even 7:30 in
the morning, and I wanted to get some more sleep.  Dana was insistent, 
getting into the cot and snuggling against me, kissing my cheek and
lips until she knew I was awake. 
 
"Bugs Bunny is on," she said, gleefully.  "C'mon, Annie." 
 
I let her drag me out of bed, stopping only to grab my kimono, and 
following her into the living room, where she turned on the television 
and sat cross-legged on the floor.  I could hear David waking up, too, 
and he padded down the hallway in his bathrobe, sitting down next to
his sister on the hearth rug.  Even the dog joined us, stretching out
at our feet. 
 
I got up and went into the kitchen, putting on a pot of coffee and 
pouring three bowls of cereal, bringing them into the living room on a 
tray.  We sat in front of the television, munching our breakfast while 
we watched that scwewy wabbit outsmart Elmer Fudd.  I'd seen these 
cartoons many times before, watching them with Paco on Saturday 
mornings, but watching them with Dana was like seeing them anew. 
 
Roadrunner was on next, and the desert landscape reminded me of some of
the places I'd seen from the airliner as we approached Phoenix.  My 
father had taken the day off to show me around town, just some 
sightseeing, touristy stuff.  I made a note to ask him to show me the 
desert, the wasteland just beyond the hills. 
 
My father and Mia woke up about an hour later, joining us in the living
room with their coffee.  David and Dana were disappointed to hear that 
they were going shopping with Mia; they'd prefer to come sightseeing 
with my father and I.  While Mia went into the kitchen to make some 
breakfast for Frank and herself, the kids pleaded with their father to 
let them come along, to no avail.  I took a quick shower and got 
dressed, black tank top, denim miniskirt, and a grey sweatshirt. 
 
My father drove me all around the city, Downtown Phoenix, Mesa, 
Scottsdale, Tempe.  He showed me the university, we spent some time at 
the zoo, had lunch at the museum.  After we ate he asked me what I 
wanted to see. 
 
"The desert," I said.  "I want to see the desert." 
 
"The desert?  It's pretty boring," my father said.  "Wouldn't you
rather go shopping or something?" 
 
"I can shop in Boston," I said.  "But there's no desert there.  I want 
to see it.  Please, Daddy?" 
 
"Okay, if you insist," he said.  My father made a U-turn and we headed 
out of town, passing through one of the Indian reservations.  It wasn't
like I expected to see teepees or something, but I was still surprised 
at the trailers and tin-roofed wooden shacks, rusting cars without 
wheels, sitting on cement blocks, old pickup trucks and jeeps, barefoot
kids playing in the dirt.  My father turned on to a two-lane road that 
narrowed down to one lane, and then the pavement abruptly stopped.  His
Cadillac wallowed over the ruts in the dusty dirt road, and then slowed
to a halt between a pair of rocky bluffs that led to a small canyon. 
 
"Here we are," my father said.  "Is it what you thought it would be?" 
 
"I guess," I said.  I suppose I had some image of a sandy sea of dunes,
like the Sahara or something.  For a desert there was a lot of life: 
stunted trees, scrubby little shrubs, cactus plants both tall and
short, birds, insects, little reptiles that darted back and forth
through the undergrowth.  My father knew the names of some of the
plants, the tall saguaro cactus, the stumpy barrel cactus, mesquite
trees, Russian thistle, sagebrush, cottonwood.  I got out of the car
and walked around as my father reached into the glove compartment for
his camera. 
 
"I don't have any pictures of you, Anne," he said, taking off the lens 
cap.  "Do you mind?" 
 
"Sure, Daddy," I said, posing next to a saguaro cactus that was three 
times my height.  He clicked away at the shutter while I posed, just 
standing there like a tourist. 
 
"Hang on a sec," I said.  It was warmer in the desert than it had been 
in town, and I pulled my sweatshirt over my head.  My tank top rode up 
with it and, because I wasn't wearing a bra, I could feel the sun on my
nipples.  I heard my father press the shutter three times before I was 
able to tug my tank top back down over my titties. 
 
"Daddy!" I shrieked, throwing the sweatshirt at him.  He laughed and 
caught it on the fly. 
 
"Sorry, princess," he chuckled.  "I couldn't help it.  I'll expose the 
film if you want."  I thought about it for a moment.  There was no
doubt in my mind that he'd jerk off over these pictures, but instead of
being disgusted at this thought, I was sort of turned on, thinking
about how I'd aroused him.  There was a growing bulge in his khaki
trousers, and it was a struggle keeping my eyes off of it. 
 
"Don't bother," I said.  "I don't mind.  Really."  I prove how I felt,
I lifted my tank top again, exposing my little breasts to my father. 
He smiled and brought the camera up to his face, clicking the shutter
three more times. 
 
"Where are you going to get these developed?" I asked him.  Cecil had 
his own darkroom, so no one but he had to work with the sexy images
he'd taken when I was posing for him. 
 
"I know someone down at the photo lab," my father replied.  "I'll slip 
him some cash.  My firm gives him all of our business, anyway.  He
won't tell." 
 
So there would be another man looking at my breasts, a stranger who 
would probably yank his cock while he looked at these pictures, maybe 
even make copies for himself.  I didn't care.  My horniness from the 
night before started to return; I hadn't had time to take care of
myself in the shower that morning.   
 
I thought about Cecil again as I posed for my father, bending over so
he could see my panties, letting my miniskirt rode up my thighs.  He
opened the trunk of the car and pulled out an old army blanket,
spreading it over the car's hood.  I hopped on top of it, feeling the
hot metal through the scratchy brown wool.  As my father took more
pictures, I spread my legs for him, pulled off my tank top, cupped my
breasts as if I was offering them to him.  In a way, I was. 
 
"Damn, I'm out of film," my father muttered.  I reached for my tank top
to pull it back on, but he said "Don't get dressed just yet."  He
pulled another camera from the glove compartment, a Polaroid, the kind
that took instant pictures.  He opened the camera and inserted a film 
cartridge. 
 
"I use this when I'm trying to sell a house," he said.  "I take a 
picture of the happy family in front of their future home and give it
to them.  Works like a charm."  The camera whirred and spit out a 
cardboard blank and then he was ready.  I leaned back on the hood of
the car and unzipped my skirt, wriggling out of it and placing it next
to my tank top.  Wearing only my white cotton bikini panties and a pair
of sneakers, I continued posing for my father.  As I spread my arms and
legs, he hovered over me, smiling as he clicked through a cartridge of 
film. 
 
I licked my lips for him, cupped my breasts, pulled my panties up so my
labia made an imprint in the cotton crotch, rolled over so he could 
photograph my bottom, tugged the panties down so my crack was visible. 
I did everything but show him my pussy.  Three cartridges later, he was
out of film, and I got dressed again. 
 
We sat in the car and watched the pictures develop, the colors slowly 
fading in from a light grey haze, becoming clearer and more vivid.  My 
father practically drooled over them, and the bulge in his trousers had
grown even larger. 
 
"God, you've grown, Annie," he said, his voice practically cracking
with lust. 
 
"Do you think I'm pretty, Daddy?" 
 
"Pretty?  Beautiful," he said.  "Just beautiful."  He stacked the 
pictures together and slipped them into the pocket of his sports
jacket, his eyes fixed on my bare thighs.  He wanted me then, he wanted
to take me on the hood of the car, or in the back seat, to make love to
his pretty girl, to feel my sex surround his hardness.  He was about to
say something but then he shook his head, starting the car and putting
it into gear. 
 
"We should get back," my father said.  "Mia will have dinner waiting
for us." 
 
We rode back to the house in silence, and every so often my father
would glance over at my thighs again, and then back to the road.  My
skirt had ridden up a bit, but I made no attempt to pull it back down. 
When we returned home, my father disappeared into his office, closing
and locking the door behind him.  I knew he'd gone in there to jerk
off, probably with all of the Polaroids of me spread out on top of his
desk. 
 
Dana was eager to show me the clothes her mother had bought her that 
day, the disappointment of not coming with my father and I all but 
forgotten.  She'd been taking dance lessons, ballet, and was proud of 
her new toe shoes, her leotards and tights, pink wool leg warmers, and
a frilly tutu for her first dance recital.  I helped her put it on and
we went into the kitchen to find Mia, who was beaming proudly as she 
watched Dana execute a perfect pirouette.  Mia poured me a glass of 
wine, and I led Dana back to her room, helping her out of her outfit
and hanging the tutu up in the closet.  As I sat on the cot and sipped
my wine, I watched Dana slip on her new black velvet leotard.  It
hugged her slim body, especially her round little bottom, and I felt a
little twinge of lust begin to grow in my belly. 
 
"You look so pretty in that, sweetie," I said.  Dana smiled and twirled
around, and then she walked over to the cot. 
 
"Thank you," she said, standing in front of me, an expectant look on
her face.  I reached out and straightened part of the legband of her
leotard that had gotten folded under, exposing a bit of her panties,
tugging the black velvet down over the white lace trim. 
 
"You said I could watch you last night," she whispered.  It took a 
moment to remember what she was talking about: she'd wanted to watch me
masturbate after I had showed her how much pleasure her little button 
could give her. 
 
"I don't know if there's enough time right now," I said.  "Dinner's 
going to be ready soon." 
 
"There's time," Dana said.  "We're having pork chops and Mommy hasn't 
started them yet."  She was right.  Mia was still making bread crumbs 
when we'd gone in to the kitchen to show her Dana's new outfit.  There 
was no denying that I was horny right then, and as Dana stood before me
in her cute little leotard, a pleading look in her big blue eyes, I
felt my resolve begin to weaken. 
 
"Okay, baby," I whispered.  "But we've got to make this quick, okay?  I
want you to help me get off."  Dana smiled and nodded vigorously.  I 
stood up from the cot and unzipped my skirt, stepping out of it and 
laying down on Dana's bed, which was quieter than that creaky old cot. 
As I pulled off my tank top, Dana wriggled out of her leotards and 
climbed into bed next to me, wearing just her panties. 
 
"Touch me here," I said softly, taking her hand and placing it on my 
breast. 
 
"I want boobies like yours," Dana said. 
 
"You'll have them some day," I said.  I glanced over at the picture of 
her mother on the table next to Dana's bed.  In the photo, Betsy was 
wearing a low cut blouse that showed off her ample cleavage.  "All this
and more." 
 
Dana looked at the picture of her mother and then at me, smiling as she
caressed my little breasts.  I had just begun to fill out an A cup bra;
my own mother was barely a B. 
 
"That feels nice, honey," I cooed as Dana fondled me.  She leaned in
and placed her lips on my nipple, lightly suckling me, just as I'd done
for her the night before.  I closed my eyes and slipped a hand under
the waistband of my panties, squeezing my mons, slipping a finger
between my nether lips. 
 
"I want to see," Dana said, releasing my nipple from her lips when she 
saw my hand moving inside my cotton undies.  I lifted my bottom off the
bed and pulled down my underwear, slipping them off my legs.  Dana 
scooted down to the foot of the bed, curling up between my feet to
watch me pleasure myself.  I spread my legs wider and parted my labia
with my fingers, showing her my sex.  She watched, fascinated, as I
dipped a fingertip in my wet slit and brought it up to my little pearl,
slowly circling it, teasing it from its hiding place. 
 
"It's so wet," Dana said. 
 
"That'll happen when you're older," I said. 
 
"Why does it get so wet?" she asked. 
 
"It makes sex easier," I replied.  She thought about that for a moment 
and nodded, watching as I slipped a finger inside my passage while my 
other hand was busy with my clit.  I watched her watching me, and then
I closed my eyes and tried to conjure up a fantasy, something to bring
me to a quick release. 
 
All I could think of was my father, who at that moment was probably 
locked in his office, his pants down around his knees, cock in hand, 
looking at the Polaroids he'd taken that afternoon, jerking off into
the panties he'd stolen, while he fantasized about taking me on the
hood of his red Cadillac convertible.  I tried to picture his cock,
thinking back to the times when he used to give me a bath, placing my
little hands on his hardness and urging me to stroke him. 
 
I began to picture myself on the hood of the car, lifting my bottom as 
he pulled down my panties and climbed between my legs.  I could almost 
feel the tip of his hard cock pressing between my labia, pushing into 
me, every bump and vein on his shaft as he filled me.  I began to
finger my clit harder, inserting a second finger into my slit, sawing
them in and out.  My pleasure began to build, starting in my belly,
spreading down through my thighs and up to my breasts, taking control
of my body as I diddled myself. 
 
I imagined a bird's eye view of the hood of the car, my father's tanned
body pumping between my legs, my arms wrapped around him, my hips
moving to his rhythm, the car bouncing slightly on its front
suspension.  That was all I needed, and I began to come, stifling my
moans as my thighs began to quiver and my bottom lifted up from the
bed.  I kept fingering myself, though, climbing to a second, higher
peak before collapsing back on to the mattress, exhausted and
satisfied. 
 
I licked my fingers, tasting my nectar before sitting up and gently 
pulling Dana on top of me.  She giggled and nuzzled my neck as I 
caressed her smooth back and little bottom.  It was then that I noticed
that the bathroom door was slightly open, and I caught a glimpse of a 
single blue eye and a coffee-colored cheekbone in the gap. 
 
"Get in here, Davy," I said.  There was a moment's pause and then the 
door slid open.  David stood in the doorway and blushed, naked except 
for the towel wrapped around his waist, an obvious erection tenting the
plush terrycloth material.  Dana stared at it, fixated on its bobbing 
motion, her mouth slightly open, an expression of fascination and lust 
on her pretty face. 
 
"Sorry...I...sorry...," he stammered. 
 
"Get over here," I commanded.  He walked over and stood next to Dana's 
bed.  I reached out and tugged at the towel, pulling it off of his
hips, revealing his erect penis. 
 
"How much did you see?" I asked him.  "Tell me the truth." 
 
"Just about all of it," David replied.  "I'm sorry." 
 
"What do you think we should do with him?" I asked Dana.  She shrugged 
her shoulders. 
 
"I'm sorry, Annie," he said again. 
 
"Well, you saw me, David," I said.  "It's only fair that we get to
watch you.  Right, Dana?"  She smiled and nodded her head. 
 
"Watch me what?" he asked. 
 
"Lay down on that cot and jerk off," I replied. 
 
"No way," he protested. 
 
"Okay, I'll just tell Daddy that you were watching us get dressed," I 
said. 
 
"No, don't," he pleaded.  "I'll do it.  Just don't tell on me."  David 
reluctantly laid down on the cot next to Dana's bed, lying on his back 
and taking a deep breath.  I had Dana roll over on to her side and I 
snuggled up against her back, caressing her flat chest and tummy as we 
watched him take his cock and balls in his hands, stroking the former 
and cupping the latter.  David closed his eyes and took another deep 
breath, probably replaying what he'd just seen in his mind. 
 
"I've never seen it like that," Dana said.  "It usually isn't that
big." 
 
"You've seen him before?" I asked her. 
 
"Our real mommy used to let us run around without our clothes when we 
were younger," Dana said.  "Before she left us." 
 
David smiled when he heard this, remembering another time when he and 
his sister would parade around the house naked, unashamed.  His hips 
began to move as he stroked his shaft with one hand, holding his 
foreskin tight with the other.  While I watched him masturbate, I 
slipped my hand inside Dana's little cotton panties, rubbing her puffy 
little slit with my fingers.  She began to hump my hand, moving her
hips in time with her brother's, grinding her little bottom against my 
thighs.  When Dana began to gasp with delight, David opened his eyes
and looked over at us, moving his hips a bit faster when he saw my hand
in his sister's panties. 
 
"Your brother has a beautiful cock," I said to Dana.  If only there was
more time; I would have loved to show her how to put such a nice 
erection to good use. 
 
My fingers pressed deeper into Dana's damp cunny, finding her little 
button and circling it with my fingertip.  She let out a little moan of
pleasure and began to move her hips faster, making my moist finger run 
back and forth over her clit. 
 
David was stroking his penis quickly now, his breathing becoming fast 
and shallow, his eyes glued to his sister's crotch.  They were both 
getting close to their release, and I decided to speed things up but 
pulling Dana's hair away from her face, kissing her neck, and nibbling 
her earlobe with my lips.  She gasped and began to convulse in my arms,
humping my hand faster and harder as she came. 
 
Seeing his sister climax had the desired effect on David and, as his 
fingers danced over his shaft, he drew a sharp breath and his body
began to tense, his hips rocking quickly now, making the old cot rattle
and creak.  Suddenly he stopped in mid stroke, a ropy stream of semen 
erupting from the tip of his smooth boycock, followed by another, 
streaking across his body and landing on his chest.  He shot a third, 
smaller spurt which pooled on his belly, still connected to his glans
by a thin white thread.  David relaxed on the cot, still holding his 
softening penis, a smile crossing his face. 
 
"Wait, don't do that," I said as I saw David reach for a towel to wipe 
the sperm from his chest and belly.  I pulled my hand from Dana's 
panties, feeling her little body tremble with a post-orgasmic shiver, 
and climbed out of her bed, and kneeling next to the cot.  Holding my 
hair back with one hand, I leaned over David's body and began to lick
up the semen that was cooling on his skin.  He reached over and
caressed my back as I cleaned his bronze skin, lapping up his boycum. 
When all that remained on his chest and stomach was a glistening trail
of saliva, I moved down between his legs and began to clean off his
soft cock with my lips and tongue. 
 
"Ewww," Dana said, a look of mild disgust on her face.  "What does it 
taste like?"  I knew she'd be curious.  After I bathed David's flaccid 
penis, licking the semen from the tip, I went back to her bed and
leaned over, kissing her on the lips. 
 
"I like it, but it's an acquired taste," I said.  Dana just wrinkled
her nose and stuck her tongue out.  I gave her a sip of my wine to wash
the taste from her mouth.  As I took a sip of my own, David grabbed his
towel and began to get up from the cot. 
 
"Next time ask if you want to watch me," I said to him.  He smiled 
sheepishly and nodded, heading back to the bathroom and closing the 
door.  Dana and I got dressed for dinner, finishing just in time to
hear Mia calling us to the table. 
 
It seemed like everyone was in a good mood at dinner, everyone except 
Mia.  She looked so down, sort of depressed, even though she was trying
hard not to show it.  It didn't seem like my father was picking up on 
this, though.  He had a somewhat contented smile on his face, probably 
from whacking off to the pictures he'd taken earlier.  After dinner, I 
insisted that Mia let us clear the table and do the dishes.  She 
relented, not even putting up much of a fight over it, and headed off
to her office, closing the door behind her. 
 
"I think Mia's feeling a bit down, Daddy," I said.  I was cleaning the 
last of the pots and pans, handing them to him to dry. 
 
"You think so?" he said, still oblivious. 
 
"That's the way it seems to me." 
 
"I'll go check up on her when we're finished," he said. 
 
"Why don't the you go out tonight, just the two of you?  I can watch
the kids." 
 
"Would you?  That would be great," my father said.  He finished drying 
the saucepan he was holding and leaned over to kiss me on the cheek.  
"I'll go tell Mia." 
 
About an hour later, Mia and my father came out of their bedroom.  They
were dressed nicely, and Mia was holding my father's arm.  She wore the
burgundy dress she'd worn to dinner the night I flew in; my father was 
dressed in a nice grey suit.  Her mood had changed since dinner, and
she was smiling, giggling like a schoolgirl after my father whispered 
something in her ear.  While he went out to start the car, Mia came
over to where I was sitting, the living room couch, and sat down. 
 
"Thanks for offering to watch Dana and Davy," she said, hugging me. 
 
"It's my pleasure," I said.  "I hope you have some fun tonight." 
 
"Frank wants to check into a hotel for the night," Mia said.  "I'm not 
sure if I want to do that, but either way, we'll be home very late." 
 
"What time should I put the kids to bed?" I asked her. 
 
"Ten o' clock for Dana, but Davy can stay up 'til midnight since it's 
Saturday," she said.  Mia opened her purse and pulled out a folded
piece of paper.  "Here's the number of the place where we're going
dancing, and if we do end up at a hotel, I'll call you, okay?" 
 
"Sure," I said, taking the number from her.  "You look lovely." 
 
"Thanks," she said, kissing me on the cheek.  "There's an open bottle
of wine in the fridge.  Help yourself to some." 
 
"Thank you," I said.  "Have fun." 
 
"We will," she laughed, squeezing my hand before getting up from the 
couch.  I watched her leave and then got up and went into the kitchen, 
pouring a glass of white wine for myself and returning to the couch.  
Reaching for the remote, I clicked on the television, idly changing 
channels, looking for something to watch.  David and Dana came in and 
sat on either side of me. 
 
"Where did Mom and Dad go?" Davy asked. 
 
"They went out for the evening," I said.  "Dancing.  Just the two of 
them." 
 
"They did?" Dana said, looking sort of distressed. 
 
"Hey, sweetie," I cooed, putting my arm around her.  "We can have fun, 
too.  Would you like to dance with me?"  Dana nodded, and I shut off
the television, walking over to the stereo and finding the sort of
swing music Mr. Antonelli loved to dance to, muted trumpets and
saccharine saxophones.  I kicked off my shoes and walked over to the
couch, extending my hand to Dana. 
 
"May I have this dance, Madame," I said.  Dana blushed and giggled, 
taking my hand.  I led her to the middle of the living room and placed 
one hand on her hip, showing her what Mr. Antonelli had taught me, our 
bodies pressed together as we danced.  Dana was barefoot, so it didn't 
hurt too much when she stepped on my toes, though she was trying hard
to be careful.   
 
David sat on the couch, looking slightly bored, so I piqued his
interest by slipping my hand under Dana's dress, resting my hand on the
small of her back, exposing the back of her little cotton panties in
the process.  She and I danced through a couple of slow songs, and when
the radio station paused to air a string of commercials, Dana sat back
down on the couch.  I took this moment to take a big sip of my wine. 
 
"Your turn, David," I said, once the music had started again. 
 
"No, thanks," he said. 
 
"C'mon, Davy," Dana urged.  "It's fun." 
 
"Please?" I asked him, holding out my hand.  Reluctantly, he took it, 
kicking off his shoes before he got up from the couch.  I held him 
close, both of my  hands on his back, our faces barely an inch apart, 
swaying to the music on the rug in front of the hearth.  The dog, 
curious over what was happening in the living room, padded in from the 
master bedroom and jumped on the couch, laying his head in Dana's lap. 
She petted him while she watched us slow dance. 
 
"Sorry," David murmured, after stepping on my feet a couple of times. 
 
"That's okay," I said.  "You're doing wonderfully." 
 
"Really?" he asked, surprised. 
 
"Really," I replied.  He pressed a bit closer to me, and I could feel 
him start to harden in his trousers.  I tilted my head slightly and 
pressed my lips against his, parting them to let his tongue find mine. 
I let my hands roam lower on his body, squeezing his firm buns, feeling
him press his erection against my thigh. 
 
By this point, we weren't dancing anymore, just feeling each other up, 
unbuttoning and unzipping clothes, seeking the sensation of skin
against skin.  David shrugged off his shirt, I stepped out of my skirt,
he pulled my tank top over my head, I pushed his jeans down over his
hips.  We stood there nearly naked, dressed only in our underpants,
pressing against each other as we kissed. 
 
I felt another hand on me and broke off our kiss.  Dana had gotten up 
from the couch and taken off her dress, looking up at us as she
caressed our skin.  We brought her into our embrace and stood together
on the rug, the three of us. 
 
"Let's go back to Dana's room," I whispered. 
 
As we walked down the hallway, carrying our clothes, I could hear a
soft clicking behind us, Schultzie's toenails on the wood floor as he 
followed us into Dana's bedroom.  David and Dana sat on the bed and the
dog curled up on the carpet as I closed the door behind us.  The kids 
looked at me with expressions of anticipation, wondering what we were 
going to do together.  I stood in front of them and skinned off my 
panties; they immediately did the same.  I wasn't exactly sure what we 
were going to do myself, but seeing David's cock bobbing in his lap
gave me a good idea of where to start. 
 
"Come down next to me, Dana," I said, kneeling between her brother's 
legs.  "Watch what I do.  You're going to do it after me, okay?"  Dana 
nodded as she knelt next to me.  I looked up at David and smiled before
leaning into his crotch, taking his hardness in my hand and gently 
kissing the tip.  Then I parted my lips and let his penis enter my 
mouth, sinking down the length of his shaft, swirling my tongue over
the underside as I sucked him.  Dana leaned closer, trying to get a
better view.  I pulled back slowly, releasing the tip from my mouth,
licking the bottom of his shaft, all the way down to his fuzzy balls
and back up to the tip.  David leaned back on his elbows, smiling as I
gently stroked his boycock. 
 
"You want to try this, sweetie?" I asked Dana.  She thought for a
moment and nodded.  I made room for her between David's thighs,
kneeling behind her so I could coach her through her first blowjob. 
Dana looked back at me for encouragement, and I smiled for her,
caressing her cute little bottom as she leaned into her brother's lap. 
 
"Watch your teeth, Dana, and use your tongue on the bottom of his 
shaft," I whispered.  She nodded, kissing the tip of David's cock, just
as I had done.  Then she opened her mouth wide and took his hardness 
into her mouth, clamping her lips down on his shaft.  Her rosy little 
cheeks bulged as she took more of his hard meat, sinking down the
length of his tool until it hit the back of her throat, making her
cough and release him. 
 
"That's okay, sweetie," I said.  "Just suck what you can and use your 
fingers to stroke the rest of him." 
 
"Is he going to make the white stuff in my mouth?" Dana asked. 
 
"You'll know when he's about to come," I told her.  "You'll feel his 
cock begin to twitch." 
 
"I won't come in your mouth, Dana," David said.  "Unless you want me 
to."  Dana wrinkled her nose in disgust, but that didn't stop her from 
taking her brother's penis in her mouth again.  She didn't try to take 
so much this time and, by looking at David, I could tell she was doing 
pretty well.  I cupped David's balls, feeling them twitch, trying to 
gauge how close he was getting to his release.  I felt his thighs begin
to tense as well, and I tugged at Dana's shoulder, pulling her off of 
his cock. 
 
"Hey, I just about to...," David protested. 
 
"Yeah, I know," I said.  "Time to switch places."  Dana looked up at me
with a quizzical expression. 
 
"Whoa, what do you mean by 'switch places'?" David said. 
 
"Dana, get up on the bed," I said.  "David, get down here with me." 
 
"I don't know about this," he said. 
 
"She sucked you," I countered.  "It's only fair." 
 
"Yeah, but..." 
 
"Okay, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do, Davy.  Maybe
you'd have more fun watching tv." 
 
"Well...," he said, thinking about it.  "Okay."  He got off of the bed,
making room for Dana, who sat on the edge just as he had, her legs 
dangling over the side, her thighs spread, exposing her little cunny. 
I was glad that David didn't call my bluff; I had plans for that sweet 
cock of his. 
 
I planted a trail of kisses up Dana's creamy thighs, hesitating for
just a second before touching my lips to her puffy labia.  Dana took a
sharp breath when she felt me probing her slit with my tongue, working
slowly up to her little button, teasing it, circling it, making her
tiny clit swell.  She began to stroke my hair as I ravished her cleft,
licking her up and down, lingering at the top as I started to lash her
pearl.  Dana's breathing became heavier, her flat chest began to heave,
and I could hear her start to softly moan.  I swirled my tongue over
her clit and then planted a kiss on her hairless lips. 
 
"Okay, your turn," I said, moving aside so that David could take my 
place between Dana's thighs.  He held his breath and leaned into her 
cleft, extending his tongue and pressing it into her slit. 
 
"Start off slow," I said.  "Work your way up to the little bump at the 
top.  That's her clitoris, okay?" 
 
"I know what it is," David said.  "I've seen pictures." 
 
"I'm sure you have," I said.  "But Dana isn't a grown-up lady.  Her
clit is harder to find."  David nodded and returned to Dana's cunny,
feeling around for her button with his tongue.  I knew from the way
Dana gasped that he'd found it. 
 
"Not too hard," I coached him.  "Work up to that.  Start by circling it
before you start licking it."  He nodded again, moving his neck in a 
circular motion as he ravished his sister's little cunny.  I reached up
and began to caress Dana's tummy, feeling her start to tense up as her 
climax approached.  With my other hand, I stroked David's smooth back, 
encouraging him to pleasure his little sister.  Dana began to let out a
series of soft cries: "...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...".  I knew she was 
getting close, and I tugged at David's shoulder, pulling him away from 
her cleft.  Dana looked at me with a disappointed expression. 
 
"Let's skip over to Chapter Sixty-Nine in our lesson," I said.  "Move 
over, Dana, so you're lying lengthwise on the bed.  Now, David, climb
in next to her so you're head to toe."  I guided them into position,
lining up David's head with Dana's pussy.  His half-hard cock lay
across his thigh, just inches from Dana's lips.  No other instructions
were necessary; they knew exactly what to do.  As David buried his face
between his sister's thighs, Dana took his cock in her mouth and began 
to nurse him back to hardness. 
 
I sat on the bed next to them, stroking and caressing their smooth skin
as I watched them greedily lick and suck each other's goodies.  Dana's 
head bobbed back and forth in her brother's crotch as she sucked his 
glistening boycock, and David's head was buried between her thighs, his
tongue busy in her moist groove.  Dana was getting close again, her 
moans and cries muffled by the penis in her mouth.  I cupped her little
bottom, probing her crack with my fingers, pressing against her nether 
hole.  I heard her let out a little cry of surprise as I pushed my 
fingertip inside her, feeling her tight muscle clamp down on my finger.
 Removing my finger from her bottom, I laid down next to her and began
to lick her crack, probing her tiny ass with my tongue.  David's face
was only inches from mine, and he watched with fascination as I licked 
Dana's little brown rosebud.  She rocked her hips back and forth, 
seeking her pleasure from the two busy tongues that ravished her tender
holes. 
 
Dana's head pressed back against my thighs as she released her
brother's cock from her mouth, having the good sense to know that she
might hurt him with her teeth when she came.  She began to moan loudly,
humping her shuddering hips back and forth as her climax took control
of her.  At one point she shrieked so loudly that the dog got up from
his corner and came over to the bed to see what was going on. 
 
"Ungh!  Okay!  Okay!  Stop!  Enough!" she pleaded.  David and I stopped
our oral assault and smiled at each other.  His face was wet with her 
juices, and he clearly looked pleased with himself for making his
sister come so hard.  I sat up in bed and scooted around to hold Dana
in my arms, mopping the sweat from her brow with a corner of the bed
sheet. 
 
"You liked that, baby?" I asked her. 
 
"Wow.  That was...wow," she murmured, still out of breath from her 
intense orgasm.  I kissed her lightly on her lips and stroked her rosy 
cheek, watching the flush fade from her face and chest.  David watched 
us, his head propped up on his elbow, his cock bobbing between his
legs. 
 
"Lay back, honey," I whispered.  "I'll finish sucking David, okay?" 
All Dana could do was nod and lay back on the bed, a contented smile on
her face. 
 
David moved around so that he was laying next to his sister.  As she 
reached for his hand, I crawled between his legs and kissed his 
glistening boycock.  He gasped as I began to suck him, cupping his 
lovely balls as I swirled my tongue over his smooth shaft.  He began to
rock his hips back and forth, moving his penis over my wet lips. 
 
Suddenly, I felt something warm and wet between my legs, licking my 
crack, swishing up and down.  I released David's penis from my mouth
and saw Schultzie, his snout buried between my legs, greedily licking
my snatch.  I reached back and gently swatted him away as David and
Dana began laughing hysterically. 
 
"Cut it out!" I shouted at the dog.  "Bad doggie!  Bad doggie!  Go lie 
down!"  Schultzie let out a pathetic little whimper and went back to
his corner, curling up and burying his snout between his legs and
licking his long red cock.  I had to laugh at this, too, though there
was part of me that wondered what it would be like to be taken by a
dog.  A few months before, I'd read that book by Xaviera Hollander,
_The Happy Hooker_. in the very first chapter she lets her sister's
German Shepherd mount her and fuck her.  I remembered reading that part
and feeling both disgust and arousal. 
 
Hollander had let the dog fuck her out of horniness and sheer boredom. 
However, I had a perfectly good cock in front of me, loaded with boycum
and about to squirt.  I waited until the laughter had died down and 
resumed sucking David's lovely tool, greedily gobbling his bobbing
knob, slurping my lips over the tip and sinking lower on his shaft.  I 
ravished his hard young cock with my tongue, and almost immediately I 
was rewarded with his yummy cream, spurting into my mouth and sliding 
down my throat.  David sat up, almost doubling over as I milked him
with my lips, tugging at my shoulder to make me stop. 
 
"Sensitive, sweetie?" I asked him, licking a drop of his semen from my 
lips. 
 
"Yeah, right after I come," he said.  "That was great, though. 
Thanks."  He kissed me on the cheek, avoiding my lips, not willing to
taste his own spunk.  I reached over for my glass of wine, taking a sip
and then passing it to David.  He took a big gulp and gave it to his
sister, who took a small drink before handing it back to me.  I settled
back on the narrow bed between them, sandwiched between their smooth
young bodies. 
 
"I got some pot," David said.  "Wanna get high?" 
 
"Sure," I said.  It had been a few weeks since I'd smoked.  While David
got up to get his stash from his room, I went out to the kitchen and 
poured myself another glass of wine.  When I returned, Dana was sitting
on the edge of the bed.  Schultzie had his snout buried between her 
thighs, busily licking her little cunny with his long pink tongue. 
 
"Dana!" I shouted.  "That's awful!" 
 
"It feels so good," she said, tilting her head back and closing her 
eyes.  When David returned from his room with a joint, he couldn't stop
laughing at the sight of his little sister getting head from a German 
Shepherd. 
 
"Here, play with this instead," I said, digging into the side pouch of 
my suitcase and pulling out the little vibrator I'd bought when I was 
still living at the shelter.  I handed it to Dana, pulling Schultzie 
away from her crotch by his collar.  He nuzzled his snout between my 
legs before slinking back to his corner. 
 
Dana quickly figured out how to turn on the vibrator, twisting the base
so that it began to purr in her hand.  I showed her how to rub it over 
her little clit, and she squealed with delight when she felt it make 
contact with her button. 
 
"It feels like my whole body is humming," she said.  As David lit the 
joint, we watched Dana lay back on the bed and pleasure herself with
the little pink plastic phallus.  She tried to slip it into her
passage, wincing as it hit her cherry.  After that, she contented
herself by running it over her puffy lips, pressing it lightly against
her clitoris. 
 
Dana didn't smoke pot, and she was too engrossed with this new toy even
if she had smoked, so David and I sat together and passed the joint
back and forth, chasing each hit with sips of chilled white wine.  He
was such a cute boy that I couldn't keep my hands off of him, caressing
his thighs, stroking his back, leaning over and kissing him.  His
lovely cock began to stir between his legs, and I gently fondled it,
feeling it grow between my fingers. 
 
After we finished the joint, I rummaged through my backpack and found
my diaphragm.  Dana stopped playing with the vibrator and watched as I 
squirted the spermicidal jelly into the latex disk and folded it, 
putting a leg up on her chair and slipping it inside my vagina. 
 
"What's that?" David asked. 
 
"It's my diaphragm," I said.  "So I won't get pregnant." 
 
"You can get pregnant from sucking?" Dana asked. 
 
"No, silly.  Just from fucking," I replied.  I watched David's 
expression change from curiosity to excitement when he realized what we
were about to do. 
 
"We're...we're gonna...?" he stammered. 
 
"Not if you don't want to, honey," I cooed, kneeling between his legs 
and kissing the tip of his hard cock. 
 
"I do, I do," David said, eagerly.  I sucked him for a couple of 
minutes, just to get him hard and wet, though I was so horny from 
watching the two of them pleasure each other that any more lubrication 
really wasn't necessary.  Dana scooted off of the bed, lying down on
the cot, on her side, rubbing the vibrator over her slit as she watched
me lie down on her bed and spread my legs. 
 
"Do you want me to lick you?" David asked.  "I'll do it if you want." 
 
"That won't be necessary," I said.  "Kiss me first, play with my
titties a little, okay?"  David smiled and kneeled between my legs,
pressing his lips against mine.  I reached down and stroked his
hardness, feeling it twitch between my fingers.  He began to kiss my
neck, my shoulders, lingering at my breasts as he suckled one nipple
and then the other.  I gently tugged at his cock and guided it between
my legs, using the tip to part my nether lips. 
 
"Start off slow," I whispered.  "Make it last."  David nodded and 
pressed forward with his hips, his sweet, smooth shaft slowly filling
my warm passage.  I could feel the tension in his body, a resistance 
against the compulsion to start thrusting wildly.  "That's 
right...slowly...slowly," I cooed, feeling the base of his cock
pressing against my labia.  I ran my hands over his smooth back as we
lay together, connected, gently nibbling each other's lips.  I looked
into David's pale blue eyes and nodded, and he began to thrust, slowly 
pulling out until only his glans remained inside me. 
 
I held his firm buns, regulating his movements, keeping him from 
thrusting too quickly.  I could hear Dana moving on the old cot, trying
to get a better view of her brother's sweet cock as it plunged in and 
out of my hungry sex.  His penis was big for a twelve-year-old boy, 
about five inches in length, with a long glans and a slight upward
curve that pressed against my sensitive inner spot. 
 
"Feel good, baby?" I asked him. 
 
"Yeah...yeah...great...," he gasped, lost in this new sensation.  I 
squeezed David's buns, letting him know that he could go a bit faster, 
clenching my muscles around his shaft as I met his thrusts with my
hips.  He gasped again as he felt my passage become tighter, gripping
David's penis as it plunged in and out of my greedy sex. 
 
"Faster...faster...," I whispered, feeling my pleasure begin to grow, 
the sensation starting between my legs and spreading through my body.  
David closed his eyes for a moment and then he hooked his arms under my
knees and lifted my legs up over his shoulders, plunging his lovely
cock deep inside me, fucking me harder, faster.  I let go of his ass,
letting him set the pace of our coupling.  Even so, he stayed in
control, keeping an strong, even rhythm.  The tingling in my limbs
began to intensify, and a moment later I was coming beneath him,
digging my heels into his back as he pumped my spasming cunny. 
 
David released my legs, letting them fall from his shoulders, and I 
wrapped them around his waist, urging him to fill me with his wonderful
hardness.  I clung to him with my quivering limbs, nearly immobilizing 
him.  He was a strong kid, though, and he kept thrusting, the muscles
in his back tensing and relaxing as he fucked me.  I reached another
peak, writhing and moaning beneath him as this delightful feeling
washed over me.  My ecstasy began to subside, but David didn't even
seem close to coming. 
 
"Come for me, Davy," I whispered.  These words never failed to bring 
release to my lovers, and David was no exception.  His hips began to 
speed up, but there was a hitch in his rhythm, a hesitation at the apex
of each stroke.  I clenched myself around his smooth shaft and felt him
twitch, once, then twice, and then a third time as he began to spurt
his hot seed inside me.  David had already come once that night, so
there wasn't much left in his balls, but I could still feel the warmth
of his semen inside my sex. 
 
"Annie...," he said.  I silenced him with a kiss.  He relaxed on top of
me, resting his head on my shoulder as I caressed his back.  I could 
hear the purring of the vibrator next to us as Dana pleasured herself, 
having watched her older brother lose his virginity in her bed. 
 
"Ow!  Owwwww!" Dana shrieked.  David lifted his head and I turned to 
face the cot next to us.  She'd managed to force the vibrator inside
her little cunny and, despite the pain, she was still pressing it
inward.  I pushed David off of me and climbed out of bed, brushing her
hands from the pink rubber toy, slowly pulling it out of her cleft. 
There was a streak of blood on the vibrator. 
 
"Dana, baby, what happened?" I asked her.  Tears were beginning to flow
down her cheeks. 
 
"I tried...I tried to..."  She couldn't get the words out, but I knew 
what she'd done.  Dana saw how much pleasure her brother's cock had 
given me and she wanted to feel it for herself. 
 
"Here, baby.  Drink some of this," I said, handing her my glass of
wine.  She took a big gulp and tried to smile, but her lower lip
quivered and her tears continued to flow.. 
 
"David, get me a towel, willya?"  He sprung off the bed and ran into
the bathroom, returning with a fresh towel.  I made Dana lift her
bottom for a moment and slid the terrycloth under her bottom so she
wouldn't stain the sheets.  I blotted the blood from her puffy red lips
and held her in my arms as she began to cry. 
 
"I know it hurts, baby.  I know," I cooed, rocking her back and forth. 
I thought about Megan, the little girl at the shelter, how she almost 
bled to death in my arms.  I felt a chill run down my spine, wondering 
if I'd have to take Dana to the hospital as well. 
 
"Let me look at you, baby," I said, gently laying her down on the bed. 
She spread her legs and I parted her puffy labia.  Dana's cherry was 
torn down the middle, clean through, but the bleeding looked like it
was abating.  I held her in my arms again and dried her tears with a
tissue. 
 
"I'll be back in a minute," David said, heading through the bathroom to
his bedroom, returning a moment later with another joint and an orange 
plastic vial, some sort of prescription medicine.  He opened the vial 
and tapped a couple of pills into his palm. 
 
"Codeine," he said.  "From when I broke my arm last year." 
 
"Just give her half," I said.  She'd had some wine, and I knew that 
alcohol and pills weren't the best combination.  David broke one of the
pills in half with his thumbnail and handed it to me. 
 
"Take this, baby," I said.  Dana swallowed the pill, washing it down 
with some wine.  Just then, the phone rang. 
 
"It's Daddy and Mia," I said, getting up from the bed.  "I'll get it." 
I grabbed the near-empty wine glass and walked to the kitchen. 
 
They'd decided to spend the night together in a hotel downtown, and
were calling to let me know.  I let out a silent sigh of relief, glad
that I wouldn't have to face them that night or try to cover up what
had happened to Dana.  I could hear music in the background, and Mia
sounded a bit tipsy, even though she was on a one-glass-of-wine daily
limit during her pregnancy.  She cut the phone call short, and I could
hear my father laughing on the other end of the line before she hung
up. 
 
I poured another glass of wine and let out another sigh, audible this 
time, taking a sip and leaning against the counter.  I should have seen
this coming, I should have known that Dana would want to feel what I 
felt.  I'd only been here a few days and already I was her big sister, 
someone she looked up to, someone she wanted to emulate.  I shook my 
head and walked back to her bedroom. 
 
"Good news.  They're spending the night at a..."  I didn't even have a 
chance to finish my sentence.  David was hovering over his sister, his 
cock nearly hard again, the tip nestled inside Dana's blood streaked 
labia.  She had a look of pure lust on her face, her skinny legs
wrapped around his waist, digging her heels into the small of his back,
urging him to fill her with his lovely tool. 
 
"Hey!  What the fuck...?" I shouted.  David turned his head, looking at
me over his shoulder. 
 
"She...she wanted to...," he said. 
 
"Get off of her," I demanded.  "Dana?  Are you okay?" 
 
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said.  "It doesn't hurt so much anymore." 
 
David reluctantly climbed off of the cot and sat on Dana's bed while I 
examined her again.  The bleeding had stopped. 
 
"You really want to do this?" I asked her.  She nodded.  "You're going 
to be sore in the morning." 
 
"I know, Annie," Dana said.  "I want to feel him.  I want to fuck him 
like you did." 
 
I looked over at David.  He just shrugged his shoulders. 
 
"Okay, but let's do this right," I said.  "We'll need some lubricant
for starters."  I got up from the cot and went into the bathroom. 
There was nothing suitable, just sunscreen, Vaseline, hand lotion.  I
went into the master bedroom and looked through the bedside drawers,
finding a half tube of KY jelly.  Bingo.  I brought it into Dana's
bedroom. 
 
"David?  Lay back on Dana's bed," I said.  He did as he was told, his 
half-hard cock laying over his thigh like a slumbering snake.  I 
uncapped the tube of KY and squirted some along the length of his
shaft, feeling him harden in my hand.  That's one of the things I loved
about boys his age, their regenerative powers, erections on demand. 
 
"Okay, baby.  Let me know if this hurts," I said to Dana, lubricating 
her tender passage.  She winced as I touched her torn hymen, but didn't
say a word.  She was determined to see this through.  I rubbed some of 
the jelly on her little clit, seeing her start to move her hips in 
response. 
 
"That feels good," she murmured, the codeine making her slur her speech
a bit.  I helped her off of the cot and on to her bed, where she 
straddled her brother's hips. 
 
"You sure about this, baby?" I asked her.  Dana smiled and nodded.  
"Promise me you'll tell me if it hurts too much, okay?" 
 
"I will," she said, a dreamy expression on her face as I brought
David's glistening cock up to her little cunny.  The tip slipped in
easily, and Dana began to settle down on his shaft.  I kneeled behind
her, straddling David's knees, holding Dana by the waist, keeping her
from taking him too deep. 
 
"Ahh...ahhh...uh...," she moaned.  "Wait...stop." 
 
"What the matter, sweetie?" I asked her. 
 
"It hurts," she said.  "Just a little." 
 
"Want to stop?" 
 
"No.  Please, no." 
 
"Take it slow, baby," I whispered.  "Take it easy."  Dana nodded and 
continued her slide down her brother's slick shaft.  Over her shoulder
I could see an expression of amazement on David's face as his cock 
disappeared into his sister's tight little hole. 
 
"Ready, baby?" I asked Dana, once her brother's cock was buried to the 
hilt. 
 
"Yessss...," she sighed, her body trembling in my arms.  I wrapped them
tight around her chest and slowly began to pull her up, off of David's 
hardness, letting just the tip linger inside her before settling back 
down.  It was as if I was fucking David with Dana's cunny. 
 
David reached for his sister's hands and held them, their fingers 
intertwined, supporting her upper body as she slowly moved up and down 
on his stiff pole.  Dana's hips began to move on their own, a rhythm as
old as life itself, and I stopped guiding her.  I pulled her long curly
locks aside and kissed her neck, my hands roaming over her flat chest 
and the gentle swell of her belly, moving lower to her cleft, feeling 
David's glistening shaft as it moved in and out of her sex.  Dana
gasped when I started teasing her clit, her breathing getting heavier,
soft moans of pleasure escaping her lips. 
 
"How's that feel, Dana?" I asked her. 
 
"So...so good," she said, breathlessly.  I didn't have to ask David how
it felt; his smile said enough. 
 
Dana's trembling began to grow, becoming a shudder, a shake, and then a
nearly convulsive spasm as she approached her climax.  As I lashed her 
clit with my fingertip, she began to hump her brother's cock with
short, shallow strokes until her orgasm made her lose all control. 
Dana collapsed on her brother's chest and he wrapped his arms around
her, holding her still.  There were tears in her eyes, tears of
pleasure, and her contented smile lit up the room.  I lay next to them,
caressing her back, kissing her cheeks before helping her off of her
brother's hardness and back on to the cot.  As she lay there with a
dreamy expression on her face, I examined her again, looking for signs
of new bleeding.  She was fine. 
 
"Shouldn't let this go to waste," I said to David, gently stroking his 
hard, well-lubricated cock.  He smiled, eager to feel another pussy 
wrapped around his dick.  I had other ideas, though. 
 
Reaching for the tube of KY, I squirted some on my finger and spread my
cheeks with my other hand, greasing up my tight nether hole.  David 
moved aside as I stretched out on the bed, laying flat on my belly and 
spreading my legs slightly.  David climbed on top of me, and I could 
feel the tip of his cock poking at the entrance to my sex. 
 
"Not there," I said.  "Here."  I guided him up a bit, rubbing the tip
of his greasy penis against my ass. 
 
"In there?" he asked. 
 
"Yes," I replied.  "Be gentle and go really slow, okay?"  He let out a 
nervous chuckle.  This was something he hadn't expected at all. 
 
I took a deep breath and tried to relax my muscles down there, letting 
the tip of his cock pierce my tight bottom.  David was mindful of my 
instructions and took his time penetrating me, giving me time to 
acclimate myself to his hard shaft as it opened me, filled me.  He 
stretched out on top of my back, kissing my shoulder, my neck, nibbling
my ear as he buried himself in my bottom.  I looked over and saw Dana 
watching us, amazed at the sight of her brother's penis disappearing 
into my ass.  I felt his shaft widen a bit, stretching me even more,
his hips pressing against my cheeks as he pushed all of his hardness
inside me. 
 
"So tight...," he gasped.  "I'm gonna come real soon." 
 
"That's okay," I said.  "Go ahead."  David pulled out and slowly pushed
back in, and I could feel him start to twitch even before that first 
complete stroke.  He managed to give one last thrust before he came, 
letting out a deep breath as he relaxed on top of me.  I watched Dana 
try to probe her bottom with her finger, wondering would feel like to 
have a cock in there.  She pulled her hand out from between her legs
and sniffed her finger, wrinkling her nose in disgust. 
 
"Let's take a shower," I said, once David's flaccid penis had slipped 
out of me.  The three of us trooped into the bathroom and had a 
wonderful time lathering each other, slippery fingers sliding over 
chests and breasts, between legs and cheeks.  There wasn't much room in
the bathtub, and we were pleasantly pressed together while the warm 
water caressed our skin. 
 
"Time for bed, sweetie," I said to Dana while I dried her off with a 
towel.  She put up a feeble protest, but her tiredness and the codeine 
got the better of her.  David and I tucked her into bed, kissing her 
affectionately before turning out the light.  Schultzie was curled up
on the carpet next to her bed, guarding her from the things that go
bump in the night. 
 
Dressed in our bathrobes, David and I sat together on the living room 
couch, smoking another joint and sipping wine from the same glass while
we watched television.  David was quiet, probably from the pot, but I 
could tell by the slight grin on his face that he was running the
events of this evening through his mind, the evening he'd lost his
virginity. 
 
"Got anything left for me?" I asked him, slipping my hand inside his 
robe and caressing his smooth thigh. 
 
"Maybe.  I dunno," he said.  I snuggled up against him and kissed his 
cheek, taking his hand and placing it on my breast.  I could feel his 
cock begin to stir, a definite sign of life. 
 
"Let's go to your room," I said, getting up from the couch and leading 
him down the hall by the hand.  David turned down the blanket on his 
bed.  He had Star Wars sheets and pillowcases.  It would be my first 
time fucking on top of Darth Vader's face. 
 
We shrugged off our robes and climbed into bed, holding each other and 
kissing, our hands roaming over each other's freshly cleansed skin.  It
took just a few soft caresses to get David hard again, and I gently 
pushed him over on his back, straddling his hips, guiding him inside
me.  I leaned over him and pressed my lips against his as I settled my
hips against his, my hungry sex swallowing his column of flesh.  We
began to move slowly, deliberately, rocking against each other gently. 
I rode his hardness to a quiet climax and then clenched myself around
his shaft to make him come, milking the last drops of semen that
remained in his body.  Afterwards, I rolled off of him and laid by his
side, caressing his smooth chest as he stroked my hair. 
 
"Are you going to live with us?" he asked me. 
 
"I don't know yet," I replied. 
 
"I'd really like it if you did." 
 
"You like fucking me, don't you?"  Asking a boy if he liked sex was 
probably the ultimate rhetorical question. 
 
"No...yeah...I mean yes, I do," he said.  "But it's not that.  That's 
not why I want you to live with us." 
 
"Why, then?" 
 
"I dunno," David said, turning to face me as he searched for the right 
words.  "I guess it's because I feel like you're my sister, my real 
sister.  I mean I know we're really not related and all, but it feels 
like it.  It feels right." 
 
"My brother," I whispered, kissing him on the forehead. 
 
"You've seen how Dana looks at you," he continued.  "She wants you for
a big sister more than anything in the world." 
 
"I know," I said.  "I always wanted a little sister like her." 
 
"So you're going to stay with us?" 
 
"I've still got to think about it."  My heart was still with Brad and 
Helen.  They'd rescued me from the streets, effectively saving my life.
 They had taken me in and treated me like their very own daughter,
taking care of me and enrolling me in an exclusive school.  I knew that
they'd support whatever decision I would make, but I still felt an
obligation to them even though their love and care were unconditional. 
They were also my last link to the world Julia had shown me, a world of
wealth, culture, learning, opportunity.  Rancho Paradiso might be a
nice place to visit, and no doubt was a safe place to raise children,
but even after just a few days I knew that I'd go crazy here with
nothing but sex and tennis to stave off the boredom. 
 
"I understand," David said. 
 
"Thanks," I whispered, kissing him on the lips.  He rolled over on to 
his back and closed his eyes, a faint smile on his face as he drifted 
off to sleep.  I watched this handsome young boy slumber for a while 
before I joined him. 
 
 
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