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The following is fiction of an adult nature. If I believed in
setting age limits for things, you'd have to be eighteen to read this
and I'd never have bothered to write it. IMHO, if you can read and
enjoy, then you're old enough to read and enjoy.
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All persons here depicted are figments of my imagination and any
resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly a blunder on my part.
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Official stuff: Story codes: ff, mf, teen, inc, con.
If stories like this offend you, you will offend ME if you read
further and complain. Copyright 2003, by Gina Marie Wylie.
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I can be reached at gmwylie98260@hothothotmail.com, at least if you
remove some of the hots. All comments and reasoned discussion welcome.
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Sunday, March 17, 2002
When I awoke I sensed someone else was in my room. Even though it
was dark, I was pretty sure I knew who it was. "Tom?" JR's voice came
softly from the dark.
"I'm awake," I whispered back. There wasn't really much chance of
our parents hearing us, not through the wall of my bedroom and then
JR's. I glanced at the clock on my night stand, a little after one am.
Even so... "This isn't a good idea. We'd get killed if we get caught."
JR giggled. "Oh yeah! We should have thought about that, though,
before we started."
It had to laugh at that. "What fun would that have been?"
"Oh yeah!" JR said softly. There was a momentary pause. "You want
to do it again?"
"Yes!" I said emphatically. I thought she was talking about right
then, but she wasn't.
"I'm going over to Penny's this afternoon. Kim's going out shopping
all afternoon. We could do it then, if you want."
"Sure." I said, wondering what that might be like. A threesome? Or
was Penny just going to cover for JR?
Another pause, and JR whispered, "Are you going to dream about me
tonight?"
"For sure!" I said.
"Rub yourself?"
"Probably." I knew that was a fib; Of course I was! But I couldn't
tell JR that.
"I'll be thinking about you, too." With that I heard a rustle of
movement, heard my door open, and she was gone.
I lay there doing what I'd just said I wouldn't, stroking my rock
hard erection, imagining being with JR and while I was at it, Marsha. I
would, I thought when I shot off, never kick either out of bed. But if
I had to choose between one of the two, JR won, hands down.
I used the t-shirt out of my night stand, kept for such occasions,
to clean myself off. Hand jobs were okay, blow jobs were better. The
real thing, much better yet! And this was just my first day! I rolled
over and went back to sleep, a happy grin on my face.
The problem with going to sleep early was normally I'd have gotten
up early. I was a little surprised when I didn't get up until after
seven, nearly eleven hours of sleep. Not being entirely brain dead, and
still having one or two stiff muscles, I equated the sex with getting
tired; was that why guys were reported to always be falling asleep? I
hadn't felt sleepy in bed with a girl, but on the other hand, it was all
new and good. Really good. What would happen if it was old hat? I
laughed at myself. It might get to be old hat, but it wasn't ever going
to get old! I'd come a lot of times, in the first twenty four hours of
my real sex life; I even counted the time last night after JR left. No
wonder I was tired!
Another day though, was ahead of me, and I already had one date to
get laid. Life, I thought, couldn't get much better!
About one I was due to take JR off to Penny's, I casually told my
mom, "I think I'm going to go over to Border's, after I drop off JR. See
if I can find something new to read."
She smiled; I knew mom liked the fact I went out and bought books,
as opposed to Nintendo games. Frankly, books were better. Not as good
as sex with JR, though...
It was an interesting drive to Penny's; for the first time since
yesterday I had a chance to talk to JR. I mentioned my concerns about
birth control, and I was pleased that JR didn't blow them off. "Penny
has to be careful." JR said, "Her periods started in fifth grade."
Penny was heavier than JR, not to mention a couple of inches taller.
"According to the doctor," JR went on to explain, "there's like a
relationship between body weight and when you start." She shrugged.
"I'm in no hurry."
I nodded. For a moment there was silence; we were nearly there.
Then JR spoke suddenly. "Tom, do you love me?"
I was surprised, "Of course!" I said, "You're my sister!"
"No, not as your sister. As your girlfriend."
I blinked; I'd never thought of it that way. I didn't know what to
say, and spent some time thinking about it. We pulled up in front of
Penny's house, and JR looked at me. "I love you too...but when we were
together yesterday; that was sex. Not love."
"I want to be your friend, as well as your brother." I told her.
"You're a girl. I love my sister, I love the girl I was with yesterday.
I definitely loved the sex." I thought I was being funny, but JR
persisted.
"Yesterday with me wasn't your first time." It wasn't a question,
but I nodded anyway.
"You were my first boy; but not my first time."
"I understand," I told her. "I'm not out to break up friendships,
however close, no matter who with."
She nodded, serious. She waved towards the house. "In there is
Roger Parker, Penny's boyfriend." I nodded, not sure where JR was
going.
She took a deep breath. "A couple of weeks ago, after Penny and
Roger had been dating for a while, she convinced me to go down on Roger.
Just to see what it was like. Just the once."
Again I nodded, wondering where she was headed with all of this.
Suddenly the words rushed out. "Last week at school, Keith
Driscoll...he's bothered me since forever." I knew that! I'd told her a
million times that she should tell me when it happened, and I'd see
Keith was Ôpersuaded' not to do it again. "He stole my math book, my
calculator. He was bragging to some boys, and Roger heard him. Roger
made Keith give them back."
"What a turd!" I said with heat, "And, of course, Keith's not in
trouble at all?"
"When is he ever?" JR said bitterly, this was, as I said, an old
topic. She looked at me. "I, I...I told Roger Friday I'd do him again.
It was supposed to be today. Just, I mean, just going down on
him...not..." She waved her hand towards her midsection; I got the
picture.
"JR," I said evenly, "I want to do it with you. Okay? But I'm not
your boyfriend; you're right about that. And it probably wouldn't be a
good idea anyway, if we did it a lot. Do I want to have sex with you? Oh
yeah!" We both grinned.
"I don't want to control your life, I don't want to monopolize your
life. It's not up to me who you go with, nor who you see, nor what you
do when you see them. I want a place in your life, but I don't want to
control you; I'm not mom or dad. You are the one who makes the
decisions." I grinned. "Of course, as mom and dad have said ten million
times, we have to be responsible for the outcome of our choices. The
more I think about growing up, the less I think it's bull shit they are
trying to teach us."
JR nodded somberly, then waved towards the house. "We should go in.
And Tom," I looked at her, "Penny said, if you were lonely or bored, she
might be inclined to help brighten your day." That was, I thought,
clear enough.
We went and JR knocked on the door; it took a minute before I heard
someone fumbling with the lock, inside. Penny stuck her head around the
door, saw JR and smiled, "Come on in!"
We went inside. Evidently, I thought, Roger was already there and
busy. Penny was stark naked, and from the look on her face, she'd
already gotten started on a pleasant day.
Penny had breasts midway in size between JR and Marsha, and more
interesting, shaped completely different. JR's were conical, mainly
nipple. Marsha had two very large grapefruit halves. Penny had, I
thought, apples. Hard, ripe, perched high on her chest, jutting out.
Penny eyed me, not quite as hungrily as I was eyeing her. "Joanna
says you're cool about this." Penny said softly, her eyes searching
mine.
"Yeah." I told her.
Penny gave me an odd little smile, while I scoped her out. Not
nearly the hairy bush Marsha had, but not bare like JR, a dainty tuft of
hair at the top of her slit. I was a little surprised when Penny stepped
up to JR, reached out and took one of JR's hands and put it between her
own legs, then started kissing JR hard. I watched them kiss, I watched
JR fingerfuck Penny; it was seriously hot. Still, even if I wanted to be
part of it, I stood and watched. Finally, Penny came, a shivering cry
that sent chills up and down my spine.
"Oh, I needed that, girl!" Penny said softly, but loud enough for me
to hear her. She glanced at me, smiled. "It purely freaks Roger out,
when he sees Joanna and I kiss; if we get it on..." She shook her head.
"Drives him nutzo."
"Tom's cool." JR said stoutly. "I told you he was."
Penny looked at me again. "Cool enough to let your sister walk
through the door over there, with Roger all hard and horny on the other
side?"
"Yes," I told her. "And JR said you might want to help me spend
some time waiting for her. I'd like it, but it's up to you." It was a
bluff, mostly. I'd really like to have a chance to suck on Penny's tits;
they were outstanding! In any case I stood looking at Penny, not
challenging her, but curious to see what she was going to do.
I glanced at JR, she was standing looking at the two of us; I saw
Penny gave a slight nod of her head. JR smiled at me, then walked
towards the back of the house and the door Penny had been talking about.
After a second, there was the sound of a door closing and Penny's
expression changed. "So, you want me to take your mind off the back
room?" Penny asked.
My eyes went to her breasts, then lower down. "I was thinking," I
said softly, taking a step towards her, "of something JR said to me the
other day." I glanced towards the back of the house and nodded. "That
Roger doesn't like to go down on you. I was wondering if you'd rather
me eat you right up."
Penny smiled a little. "And you think you're man enough to do me?"
"I'm thinking I haven't heard any complaints so far."
Penny smiled; a definite challenge. "Joanna did say you were good,
really good."
"Come sit on my face and I'll show you."
"I think I will," Penny told me, "just to find out if what Joanna
says is true, mind you. Like a science experiment at school."
She led me towards what I knew was the family room; I followed along
behind her. She waved at a rug in front of their fireplace. "Lay down
there." I did, on my back. She grinned at me, then simply lowered her
pussy right over my mouth.
Again, Penny was different than JR or Marsha; I knew what she
wanted, Penny knew what Penny wanted.
I licked the inside of her thighs, while taking a good look at her
innermost secrets. Her pussy anatomy was very different from Marsha or
JR. Penny's pussy lips were fatter and thicker, her clit was buried deep
inside folds of flesh, relatively hard to get to. I persevered, using
my tongue to do the reaching.
Even when I found it, it was easily the smallest of the three, but
the attention I was paying it got Penny's attention. She squirmed,
pushing against me. "Oh yeah, baby!" Penny muttered, "Oh I love to
have my clit licked! Suck it hard, baby!"
One thing I was curious about, unsure what my reaction would be if I
found a load of sperm already inside her; Penny didn't taste that much
different than JR; a little less sweet, but nothing like Marsha's gamey
taste. Marsha's butt had been full round and hard, muscles on muscles.
JR's was lush and full as well, Penny didn't have much of a caboose at
all. Still, I squeezed her cheeks and pushed her forward onto my tongue,
and she continued to push against my face, too.
Penny was doing like JR had done the day before, rubbing and
stroking her breasts while my tongue worked on her; and work it did. I
spent ten or fifteen minutes on her clit, wishing I could be the one to
stoke her breasts, but I thought it more important to push her pussy
ever harder into my face, so that my tongue could swive deep inside the
folds of her pussy, licking and sucking on her clit.
"Oh baby!" Penny muttered, "My clit loves you! Go baby! Go! Suck
me hard! Do it!" She was pushing against me hard enough that I was
having a little trouble trying to breathe; I left off stroking her butt,
moved my hands around to cup her breasts myself.
For a second she tried to push them away, but then she moaned like
JR had done earlier when Penny fingerfucked her. Penny was too busy
for a second to care where my hands were. "Baby, baby!" Penny moaned,
"You sucked me off just with my clit! My clit loves you! No one else
ever did it like that! Now, fuck me with that tongue of yours! Tongue
fuck me good!"
I wished the hard cock I had between my legs would get some action;
but I did go for her pussy gold; chasing the source of her warm juice
down from it's deep cave. Like JR, she was tight, hard to get my tongue
into deeply, and I had to concentrate on that. I was surprised when I
felt Penny's fingers there, next to her pussy; for a second I thought
she was going to fingerfuck herself, but I was wrong, instead, she
spread her pussy lips apart, letting me get in another inch deeper into
her vagina.
I realized my nose was close to her clit, I aimed for it with my
nasal digit, tonguing her for all I was worth. Penny was commanding me
to more and more heroic efforts, then she jerked and shrieked, and I
found a small trickle of moisture coming out of her pussy. I licked it
up, and Penny uttered a guttural sigh of satisfaction.
I was surprised when Penny lifted herself up, moving her pussy well
away from me. "Joanna's right." Penny muttered, "You do that just
right! Give me a minute to catch my breath and I'll show you what I can
do!"
I looked her in the eye. "You could just slide down a few feet and
I'll show you something else I can do pretty good."
Penny laughed, as she swung her leg up and over me. "Baby! I
promised Roger that there was a place no boytoy other than his was ever
going to go, so long as we were together. He doesn't care about tongues,
but not that!"
Her mouth wasn't what I wanted on my cock; but I'd be happy anyway.
She really was good, and I really was horny. She sucked my cock down
her throat like JR had done, sucked hard, then began to bob up and down
over my midsection.
It had been an interesting day. I contemplating a number of things,
shooting stars was a mistake; I promptly started spurting down her
throat. It was a pretty sight, seeing Penny look up at me, a pleased
expression on her face, as she continued to stroke my boner with her
fingers.
"You liked that." Penny murmured.
"Oh yeah!" I told her, and we both giggled.
She glanced towards the back of the house, where JR had vanished
quite some time ago. "Right back," Penny said as she bounced to her
feet. I watched her go, smiling to myself. Great breasts! OK buns!
Outstanding mouth! Nice clit! What wasn't to like?
When Penny came back, she walked over to me and laid down next to me
on the rug. She started kissing me passionately and I responded as
well; when her hand went back to wanking my erection, I nearly laughed.
Well, evidently Roger and JR weren't swapping head! I felt a momentary
burst of jealously; I'd wanted to get into that very tight box again,
myself! But, I consoled myself; tomorrow was Monday, and JR and I would
be expected to come right home and do our homework together; mom not
being there. Well, I thought, we're going to be studying something, but
probably not school work!
Penny sent her tongue plunging into my mouth, and I responded, doing
what I could to welcome it. After a few minutes I was as hard as ever,
and Penny pulled back. "Guess what Joanna and Roger are doing right
now?"
I shrugged, "Not eating tea and crumpets?"
Penny giggled. "No, nor eating each other. But, hey, I was kinda
hankering to find out what you might be able to do with this," she
pulled on my erection, "you know where."
"That would be fun." I told her.
"What would be really fun," Penny said with a throaty whisper, "is
you doing me from behind, doggy style."
I tried not to show surprise, trying to envision how that would
work; it turned out I didn't really need to think about it. Penny rolled
over and got up on her hands and knees, now wiggling her fanny in my
face. I got up on my own knees, came behind her and attempted to guide
my cock into her pussy.
Penny giggled, which wasn't the most inspiring thing in the world.
"No, not there, silly!" And I felt her fingers on my cock, tugging me
lightly forward, then into a warm, wet tunnel. I nearly choked; Oh my
God! I'd been knocking at that other place! That other door! I was
surprised I still had a head left; much less the errant portion of my
anatomy!
Still, I was in the right spot now, no doubt about it! Penny was
almost as tight as JR; and moister; although not up to Marsha's level. I
started sliding in and out, and Penny started moving her butt in time
with my strokes, obviously getting pretty worked up. No surprise there!
So was I!
My next thought wasn't very loyal to Penny, but I thought about how
great this would be with JR; Penny had good buns, but JR's were great!
I'd loved cupping them in my hands yesterday, I'd loved the round, firm
shapes in my hand. I wished it was JR's ass cheeks I was bouncing off
right now!
Way before I was ready, Penny started really getting off, moaning
and jerking, making it hard to keep pumping into her. I managed to stay
with her, but the concentration and effort involved made it so she got
there long before me.
Since I wasn't close, even after Penny started to cool off, I kept
on, using my hands to stroke her bottom, occasionally putting my hands
on her hips to pull her harder against me.
"Oh baby!" Penny muttered, facing away from me. "You still want it!
Yeah! Go ahead baby! Let's do it again! Do it! Hard! Fuck me hard!"
It didn't take very long again, before Penny was thrashing and
writhing even more than before. "I gotta lay down, lover!" She panted.
"Don't pull out!" She lowered herself so that she was laying face down
on the rug; I managed to stay with her.
She closed her legs, as I started pumping her again. and I found
out a new meaning for Ôtight,' and I was in heaven. I started getting
pretty worked up myself; so was Penny. Right in the middle of things, I
popped out, slicker than a whistle. I frantically tried to push it back
where it had been before; it wasn't nearly as easy this time. it seemed
tighter than even a moment before.
I was hot and I kept pressing deeper; Penny was moaning my name,
over and over and over. Finally I was buried in to the hilt, and I was
close, very close. Penny moaned loudly one more time, and I shot my wad
deep inside her.
She gave a shriek and came as well; this time it was me collapsing
on top of her, although I was careful as I could, not to put my full
weight on her.
After much too short a time, Penny wiggled a bit. "We should get
up." Reluctantly, I withdrew, and she stood right up, then held down
her hand to help me up.
"We need to wash up." She said, and I shrugged. She led me by the
hand to the bathroom off the family room. I was surprised when she got
a clean washrag, soaped it up herself, and started washing me.
"There's a first time for everything, I guess." Penny said,
sounding muted. "That certainly was a first, not at all like I would
have expected."
I tried to be nonchalant, just standing there nodding. I glanced
down on my cock, now semi-erect again. There wasn't much, but I
suddenly released what the brown stuff was. Oh my God! I'd fucked Penny
up the wrong hole!
She did a careful and thorough job; and in spite of the stimulation,
my mind was still whirling. What was Penny going to think of a boy
who'd done that to her? She got a towel and patted me dry; then washed
herself off. I took the towel and dried Penny off, then she tossed both
articles of linen into the clothes hamper.
"I'm not mad at you." Penny said softly, "I'm not. I'm mad at
Roger, cause he said he wouldn't. I'm mad at Roger because he comes
once, then needs a couple hours Ôto recover.'" She hung air quotes
around the term. "I guess there really is a difference between an
experienced sixteen year old and a novice fourteen year old."
I was embarrassed, but I managed to get out, "Penny, you're nice,
really good. You don't need to worry about experience."
She smiled at me, sighed. "It was nice, even if not exactly what I
expected. Joanna's right; you're really nice! Really good!"
There was a soft knock on the door. "Tom, you in there?" It was
JR's voice.
"Yeah." I replied.
"Could I talk to you?" JR asked.
"Sure, just a sec." I finished redressing, Penny didn't bother. We
went outside.
"Could you take me home?" JR asked, her voice small and forlorn.
"You okay, Joanna?" Penny asked. "Roger didn't hurt you did he?"
"No, no...not that. I'm sorry, I'm just not feeling good. I'm
sorry, Penny. Please, Tom?"
"Sure, JR." I told her, and we went out to the car; JR silent.
I got the car started and headed back the right way. "You sure
you're okay?" I asked her after a second of silence.
"Could you stop at like a store or something, so we can talk? So I
won't distract you?"
I pulled into a gas station, drove up close to, but not blocking the
air pump around the side.
"I'm a slut." JR said hollowly when I turned to her.
"You are not a slut." I told her, "Not even close."
"I did it with Roger! I mean, I didn't really want to, but I did it
with him anyway. I bet Penny is pissed as hell. She'll probably never
talk to me again, because I did it with Roger."
"Well," I said judiciously, "Penny was a little upset: but with
Roger, not you. Just because you do it with someone, that doesn't make
you a slut."
"But it wasn't just Roger, it was you too! Two boys in two days!"
She was almost crying.
I sighed, time to be a big brother. "JR, I told you when you first
started talking about going down on a guy, I told you that guys want to
have sex with a girl. You might think it's no big deal, but a boy looks
at it as the first step down the road. Even me. You went down on me, I
went down on you, then we went to bed. I went down on Penny, she went
down on me, then we did it. The other night I was with yet another
girl. Two in two days? How about three? That's what I've done."
Her eyes widened. "You did it with Tony's cousin?" I nodded.
JR was silent, then looked at me. "I went down on Roger, then he
said he wanted to fingerfuck me. So I let him. While I was doing that,
he wanted me to touch him, so I did. Next thing I knew, it wasn't his
finger in there."
JR looked at me. "And I wanted it to be him! And when he wanted to
try all these positions, I was hot! God I wanted to do it!"
I nodded. "JR, it's the hardest part. You go out with someone and
he wants to hold hands, and you hold hands. Then he wants to kiss you
good night, and you kiss good night. Then you touch each other, then
pretty soon, you've done it. When you're with a boy, first thing,
before you agree to go out with him at all, you have to think, 'Do I
want to do it with this guy?' You can still go out with him if the
answer's no, but you have to keep remembering the answer.
"If the answer is, 'I don't know.' Well, you need to keep an even
closer watch on things...or you'll end up again like this afternoon. You
have to keep thinking about it, making up your mind. And when you reach
a stopping point, you tell him; then whatever you do, don't change your
mind. Not right then. The next day or week or month, or whatever. But
not in the next few minutes. The first time ÔNo' turns into ÔYes' right
away, the boy knows you're on the slippery slope...he's got you."
"You make it sound all cold and calculating."
"Well," I told her, "the boy's usually all hot and calculating. He
knows what he wants, and he's going to do what he has to to get there.
Nothing wrong with letting him succeed...but you have to want to do it
as much as he does."
I looked at her. "And I've been thinking that I need to be careful
as well. It would be real easy right now, three girls in two days, to
get a swelled head as well as a..." I waved at my midsection and JR
giggled. "I think I did the right thing, each time. But Marsha is
going back to Seattle, and I doubt if I'll ever see her again. You...you
and I are special. Penny just wanted to get back at Roger; that was the
one I'm least proud of, even if by that time I wanted to do it with her.
Maybe I shouldn't have; she's going to have enough problems with Roger
as it is, I think."
JR was silent for a long minute. "Thanks, Tom. I really did want
to do it with you this afternoon."
"I know...and I wanted to do it with you, too. But, look on the
bright side."
"The bright side?" JR asked.
"There's always tomorrow, mom will be at work after school." I told
her.
She giggled. "Really Tom, thanks. I'm going to think about what you
said." I nodded, seriously. She smiled at me again. "And I really,
really wish we had had some time together."
"We will have some, if not now, then later. Besides, I'm going to
go to bed tonight, thinking about you! Maybe not as good as having you
there, but pretty good!"
"And I'll think about you!" She said, her earlier fears now gone.
I drove us the rest of the way home, and we walked in, said our
hellos and adjourned to our respective rooms. I spent a little time on
homework, a little time looking out the window, wondering about life and
the future. I really had been getting a swelled head; and I'd really
put Penny in my sights and went after the Gold, regardless of whether or
not it was the right thing to do.
I was a little startled when my mom knocked on my door later. She
just about always sent dad whenever she wanted to Ôtalk' to me. "Can I
come in?"
I nodded, trying not to show my nervousness. She walked over and
sat down on my bed, a few feet away from my desk, where I was sitting.
That was so uncannily like what had happened with JR the other day, my
nervousness redoubled.
"Did Joanna have a fight with Penny this afternoon?" Mom asked flat
out.
"I don't think it's the big thing JR thinks it is; Penny's pretty
cool."
"It was about a boy, wasn't it?" Mom asked.
I shrugged. "I don't want to talk about JR like this. I wouldn't
want her to talk about me, either." I told mom, looking her right in
the eye.
"I guess that's a good thing, but I'm pretty sure it was about a
boy, wasn't it?"
I smiled. "Not going to tell, mom."
She reached out and touched my arm. "I know, that was more or less
teasing." She was silent, for a minute. "We've tried to raise Joanna
and you as best we could, Tom, your dad and I."
"I think you did a good job. JR and I love you both."
Mom nodded, "I understand. I also understand about having an older
brother, too. Your Uncle Craig was a big help to his little sister with
all sorts of things. He was my rock, my source of advice and help.
There were all sorts of things I couldn't talk about with my mom; I
couldn't talk with my dad about anything. So I talked to Craig." Her
eyes met mine. "I'd hope you'd do the same thing for Joanna."
She waved at me, "And no, I don't expect you to tell me what she's
said or done. I just want you to know, as I just finished telling
Joanna, I'm not stupid, and I do care...about her, about you. About all
of us. Please, if Joanna has problems, talk to her. And if you think
it might be too big for you to handle, please, Tom, talk to David or me.
You don't have to get specific, but please, I'm here. We're both here."
"JR and I talk." I agreed. "And I promise to come to you if she
ever decides to do something really stupid. Like get her navel pierced.
Or turn blonde again."
"Something like that." Mom said with a grin. She was silent for
sometime, looking at me.
"Once upon a time, I was thirteen." Mom's voice was soft, a little
sad, "I didn't have a clue about the facts of life. Mom kind of hinted
around things, but I wasn't sure what she was talking about. And after
that one conversation, my mother wouldn't talk about it at all.
"I thought it was cool to have a boy friend. Kissing was nice.
Touching..." She shook her head. "One thing led to another. He knew
what he was doing; I was the one who was surprised when I got pregnant."
I blinked in astonishment. "He didn't want to help, just said,
ÔYour problem, you should have done something in the first place. Deal
with it.'" She grinned wanly. "Craig beat the living shit out of him.
Then, got together with a bunch of his friends, scraped together enough
money for an abortion.
"I was clueless about that, too. Until years later when I held you
in my arms for the first time and realized what I'd so casually let them
cut out of me.
"It was Craig who sat me down, talked about the facts of life to me,
talked to me about all kinds of things. Kept me from making any more
mistakes; helped get me over the ones that I'd made, without a lot of
baggage in later life. I've loved him almost every moment of my life
that I can remember, but after that it was different. We were close,
very close. Still are."
Her eyes bored into mine, driving deeply. She took a deep breath.
"He was the most important person in my life until I met your dad. And
from the first, I let David know how I felt about Craig." She stopped
talking, looked directly at me for a second before going on.
"So, when Craig comes, Joanna moves out of her room and into the
guest bedroom, Craig sleeps in Joanna's bed. And most nights when he's
here, I sleep with him."
The last sentence nearly knocked me out of my chair. I looked at
her in astonishment, my mind racing a million miles a second, going,
zip, zip, zip! Around in circles!
I stared at her, and she grinned at me with a pleased look on her
face. Was she maybe teasing? I didn't think so. Just appreciative, I
thought, of blowing a fast ball, right past me.
"I say all of this for the simple and obvious reason that I hope you
talk to Joanna; that if it is a boy problem, you can help her work
through it. She and Penny have been friends, close friends, very close
friends for too long to let a unthinking mass of male hormones come
between them."
"That about describes Roger." I said, my brain partly disengaged.
Mom smiled slightly.
"And, then there's the fact that Craig called earlier; he has to be
in Chicago for a big meeting on Thursday. He's decided to stop off here
for a day or two to visit his favorite sister; he'll be here in an hour
or so and your dad and I are going to the airport to pick him up. I'd
appreciate it, if you'd find some way to preoccupy Joanna tonight, so
that she doesn't get too upset about having to move to the other end of
the house again."
Her eyes met mine, directly. I mentally gulped. The good news: Mom
was telling me that if JR...and I...wanted to sleep together tonight, no
one would be curious. The bad news: she either knew or suspected we
already had. And what was that crack about JR and Penny being Ôvery
close' friends? Did mom suspect that too?
Mom suddenly smiled. "I was Joanna's age once, your age too...I
know all about hormones. I know what someone looks like after they've
made love. Trust me, one day you'll learn to recognize it, too."
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. Dad poked his head in my
door, looking at mom. "Craig just called, his plane will be in early."
I saw his eyes flick to me, saw mom's slight nod.
"Sorry, Tom," Dad said. "Ellen and I have to hustle over to the
airport. You'll have to tell Joanna that she has to move for a few
days. Craig's going to stay today and tomorrow, leaving late Tuesday."
"Okay." One word, but I felt like I'd just finished a marathon.
Mom got up and started towards the door, she stopped just before she
went through it. "And, if Joanna is okay with it, she could even stay
with you; then you won't have to make up the guest room." And with
that, she was gone.
I shook my head, still punch drunk. Receiving tacit permission for
JR to slip across the hallway at night had been a stunner. Just a
casual, ÔIf you want to move in together, go ahead.' was another thunder
stroke.
I heard dad's car start, and I shook my head. Well, I wonder what
JR was going to say? I smiled to myself, got up and headed towards her
room to find out.
I met her on the steps. She was headed downstairs. "Mom and dad
just left," she asked, curious. "Where are they headed? Are they going
to be long?" I could read the blaze of expectation there easily. I
smiled.
"Good news and bad news. Then it'll knock your socks off."
She looked at me in confusion. I waved towards her room. "They went
to the airport. They'll be gone an hour or so. Uncle Craig's stopping
in for a few days."
A cloud passed over JR's face. "I'm not moving out of my room this
time, I'm sick and tired of having to move every time Uncle Craig shows
up!" JR said with considerable vehemence.
"I came to help you move your stuff." I said equitably. She looked
defiant, "He's only going to stay a few days; besides," I said,
preparing to drop the bomb now on her too, "Mom said if you didn't feel
like making up the guest room, you could stay with me in my room."
JR stopped and blinked, looking at me as if she wasn't sure she'd
heard what she'd heard.
"She knows about us." I said quietly, "Dad knows about us."
"They know?" JR asked in a small voice.
Now it was my turn to blink; hey, mom had snuck that right past me!
Okay, she knows when someone has made love...but why assume it was JR
and me who'd done it, when it could have been us and someone else? Mom
had sounded awfully positive. That was something to think about.
I shrugged, "Doesn't really matter that much," I told her, "not if
they don't mind about us being together." I paused, then gestured
towards JR's room. "That's why they want your room. Mom's going to spend
the next couple of nights with Uncle Craig."
"Mom sleeps with her brother, too?" JR's eyes were wide open in
astonishment.
I nodded. "So, let's get some of your things, enough for two or
three days, then we can sit on my bed and...talk or something."
JR looked at me as if I was crazy. "Mom said it would be okay if I
spent the next couple of nights sleeping with you?" She repeated, and I
nodded again. "What would dad say?"
"He was standing three feet away when mom said it. He was in a hurry
to get to the airport to get Uncle Craig."
I stopped then; that didn't add up. Okay, mom and Uncle Craig had
been lovers when they were young. Fine, wonderful. I could understand
that. They were lovers now; cool! I hoped in twenty, twenty five years
from now, I was still able to make love to JR; she was nice! But what
about dad? He was going to be alone in his room for the next couple of
nights. He was okay with the idea of JR spending the night with me. If
they knew we'd had sex, they could reasonably assume we were going to do
it more, rather than less, sleeping in the same bed. Why was dad happy
with this arrangement? How many times had I heard from him in the last
three or four years, words of caution about girls and relationships?
"Mom really said it was okay?" JR asked, and I nodded absently,
wondering about dad. Why was he okay with this?
"Well," JR said, making up her mind. "I guess there's nothing I can
do about it. Come on, let me get a few things."
It didn't take long, I got to carry seven or eight hangers of stuff;
JR carried a pile of folded things. I carefully hung her things at one
end of my closet, then stood there for a moment, contemplating my
closet. I had a bunch of clothes hanging there, but it was a big
closet. I moved the dozen or so shirts on the end I'd put JR's things,
so she had her own part of my closet. Cool! I thought, maybe she can
move in permanently! The thought of all the sex I could want for the
foreseeable future was an awe inspiring vision!
JR was looking at me, when I turned back to her. "We can spend the
night together?"
I nodded, and JR smiled at me. "I have to go call Penny, and make
sure she's not mad at me."
"She was more mad at Roger," I reminded her.
"Please let me do this, Tom." I nodded, and JR vanished downstairs
to use the phone.
I contemplated the window, the outdoors and the other great
mysteries of nature. Why was my dad not upset that mom was sleeping
with her brother? My mind wandered to this afternoon with Penny. Wow!
That had been something!
And as suddenly as I thought of it, it struck me. Why had Penny and
I done it? Because Roger was busy with JR. What did Aunt Shirley do,
those times they came to visit? Where did she sleep when mom and Uncle
Craig were together? That wasn't so hard to figure out! No wonder dad
didn't object; although it was a little surprising that Uncle Craig was
coming by himself.
JR returned and sat down on my lap. "Do you know what Penny said?"
I shook my head. "Not a clue."
"That you were nice and she's not sorry she did it with you, but
that Roger is a jerk and she's sorry she ever did it with him. She wants
to know if she and I can share you for a while, as our boyfriend."
I raised an eyebrow. "And what do you think about sharing?"
JR smiled at me. "I get to share Penny with you, too." That was a
thought!
She wormed around a bit on my lap, then giggled. "You're all hard
and horny, aren't you?"
I could only shrug, "Pretty much all the time."
JR laughed openly. "And the thought of sharing two horny girls?"
"Not helping. The girls can help though."
She reached down, rubbing her hand over my crotch. "We're not
tiring you out?" She had an impish, mischievous grin on her face.
"Not yet." I replied, and JR started working on my zipper. In a
second, she slid it down and was fisting me, then took me in her mouth.
It was exquisite, and after about ten minutes I decided that I'd waited
long enough for satisfaction, and let go.
I came spurting into her mouth, and she looked up at me. "You see,
it isn't as bad as you said." She told me.
"I never said it was bad, I told you that it wasn't the simple thing
you think it is. Boys want to do it to you; but I want to do it with
you. As long as you know that's what we want, and make up your own mind
what you want to do...that's fine. But just sucking..." I shook my
head. "Like with Roger, that might be how you start, but after that
it's not as far as you think to home base."
She giggled, her hand still on me. "Girls like to score too, you
know."
"I'm learning that." I told her. "I like it." I reached down and
pulled her up onto the bed and starting kissing her. In a few seconds
our tongues were twirling, and I had my hands on her breasts, rubbing
and stroking them through her top. It was nice, really nice, and was
only interrupted by the slam of car doors from the driveway.
JR pulled away, and smiled a lazy, happy smile. "I guess we have to
go be nice to Uncle Craig."
I kissed her nose. "Just remember when you're talking to him, that
because he's here, you and I have the entire night together."
"A school night." JR reminded me. I groaned and she laughed.
"We'll just have to go to bed early."
"That'll surprise mom and dad," I said, then remembered that
tomorrow was a work day as well; odds were mom was going to want to go
to bed early too. Once again, I shook my head in amazement that such a
thing could have gone on all of my life, and I'd never noticed it.
We did put in an appearance, and we sat around talking. Around
seven mom and dad decided we should go out to eat, and that pretty much
put the end to my hopes of making an early night of it. Still, it was a
surprisingly relaxed evening; and for a change, mom openly flirted with
Uncle Craig.
We got home, and JR and I went down the hall towards my room, and
stood inside for a minute. She yawned, and I smiled at her. "I'm
tired." She said and I nodded, I felt it too. "Maybe we can go to bed
early tomorrow."
"After school," I told her, and she nodded and grinned. "Then
maybe later as well."
"Boys!" JR giggled, and I patted her on the butt.
"Go get ready for bed." I told her.
She looked at me, then at the bed. "This is going to be fun! But
I'm sleepy! You won't make me stay up will you?"
I shook my head. "We can just cuddle, kiss good night." She
nodded, and vanished down the hall towards the bathroom I usually used.
JR returned a few minutes later, wearing a smile, carrying the night
shirt she usually wore.
I gave her a hug, and she tossed the night shirt on my desk. "I
want to sleep bare with you."
I nodded, and shucked out of my jockey shorts. JR eyed my erection.
"Sleep, sleep." She said, and I nodded, pulling back the covers. JR
climbed in, and rolled on her side, facing away from me. I climbed in,
pulled up the covers and snuggled up to her, spoon fashion, my erection
sliding into the crack of her bottom.
Memories from earlier raced through my mind, me pumping Penny doggie
style, then the mistake that had happened. Mistake or not, that had
been pretty nice.
JR murmured softly, "Put your arm around me." I reached around her,
and she took my hand in hers, and led it to a spot on her ribs a few
inches below her breasts. "Good night, Tom." She whispered.
"Good night, JR." I replied, and kissed the back of her neck. For a
few minutes there was silence, and I realized that JR must indeed have
been tired, because she was sound asleep. I contemplated my erection in
the crack of her ass, my hand a few inches away from her breasts. Did I
want to wake her?
Honestly, the answer was yes. Instead, I closed my own eyes, and let
go, falling asleep almost as fast as JR had.
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