Message-ID: <52011asstr$1127157003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@newsread1.news.pas.earthlink.net> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: 8809effb!not-for-mail Reply-To: "Disco Volante" <devospudc@yahoo.com> From: "Disco Volante" <devospudc@yahoo.com> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2900.2180 X-RFC2646: Format=Flowed; Original X-Original-Message-ID: <i7yXe.229$zQ3.199@newsread1.news.pas.earthlink.net> NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 19 Sep 2005 05:25:50 PDT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 19 Sep 2005 12:25:50 GMT Subject: {ASSM} "My Brother's Girlfriend, Part 4" (m/F, teen, rom) Lines: 410 Date: Mon, 19 Sep 2005 15:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2005/52011> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, newsman My Brother's Girlfriend by disco volante (aka devospud) devospudc@yahoo.com ***** Part Four My brother wasn't around when I got home that night, but my dad was. As usual he was half drunk and started raising hell about me being out so late. I mostly ignored him. He hadn't been that great of a guy even before mom died, and since then he had transformed himself into a complete asshole. He would hit the bars right when he got off work and usually only come home to sleep, which suited me just fine. I couldn't wait until I could get out of there. After a little while I managed to get him off my back. I flopped tiredly down on my bed and turned my thoughts to something much more pleasant. So far every time that Tammy and I had sex it had been better than the last. If things kept up like this I might not live much longer. As I turned out the light and went to sleep, I remembered our little accident at the park. If it was okay with her, it was okay with me, but I seriously didn't want to screw up her life or mine by getting her pregnant. We'd just have to be more careful next time, though part of me still couldn't believe that this was really happening. I kept expecting to wake up and find out that it was all a dream. I was awakened sometime early the next morning by the painful impact of my brother's fist into my gut. I half-sat up, holding my arms up protectively as I gasped for breath and tried to figure out what was going on. He shoved me back down on the bed, and I knew what it was as soon as I saw the look on his face. "You little fucker," he growled, his face red and his fists clenched. He knew. Somehow, he knew. "You little bitch-ass motherfucker." I lay there wheezing, waiting for him to explode and pound my face in. I probably deserved it, but that didn't make the idea any more appealing. I saw him raise his fist again, his lips pressed tightly together with rage. "Fuck!" He yelled, turning suddenly to kick my dresser hard enough to knock the lamp off. "I can't believe this shit! You of all fucking people!" He lowered his hands and glared at me. "I don't know whether I should beat the shit out of you or just be happy you're not a fucking fag." I watched him as he turned and walked to the doorway, stopping just outside in the hall. "Fuck it. That little slut isn't worth it. She probably started this anyway." He looked at me for a few seconds, almost looking more hurt than angry. He shook his head. "Just enjoy it until she starts fucking somebody else," he said with a mocking smile. "I know I did." He turned and left. Now it was my turn to be pissed off, but I kept my mouth shut. I knew that I'd just make things worse. This had to be one of the most miserable feelings I'd ever had in my life. I sat there on my bed for a good hour thinking about how things could have turned out differently. I fully expected that he would never want to talk to me again, though I was kinda surprised that he actually hadn't beaten the shit out of me. I noticed several people looking at me and passing comments behind my back at school, and I finally learned how my brother had found out. The little sister of one of his friends had gone by the lake yesterday and seen Tammy and I together. She must have told her brother, and then he told *my* brother. She had also apparently told every single person at school. I found myself being somewhat of a celebrity. The girls all looked at me like I was a slimeball, which wasn't much of a change. My reputation with a lot of the guys seemed to have increased though. None of it really mattered to me. All I could think about was Tammy. The rest of that day passed very slowly, especially since I spent most of it in the Principal's office bleeding into a paper towel. My nose ached and I was probably going to have a black eye, but the worst part about it was trying to explain what had caused me to flip out on two guys and start punching. They were jocks, and at least one was probably related to one of my brother friends. I'd heard them talking as I passed in the hall. I wasn't sure, but I think that they raised their voices to make certain I could hear what they were saying. I don't remember exactly what they said, though I do remember hearing the words "Tammy" and "whore" in the same sentence. I'm not an aggressive guy, but something just seemed to snap. I was as surprised as anyone when I turned around and punched the guy. He didn't look like he'd expected it either, and I clocked him pretty good. My success was short, though, as the guy next to him immediately thumped me in the nose. He didn't break it, but it hurt like hell and made my eyes start watering. From then on it was pretty much just me getting pounded until the fight was broken up a few seconds later. After being dragged to the office and calming down a little, I started to feel bad. Not about the fact that I'd just gotten my ass kicked, but from the fact that my dad was probably going to be dragged into all this. That was going to be bad for everybody. When the principal walked in, he sat down behind his desk and regarded me with the stern, unreadable expression that all authority figures seem to have. "I think I have some idea as to what this is all about," he said, after a few uncomfortable moments of silence. "There have been some ugly rumors going around today, haven't there?" I kept quiet, staring down at the gold plaque on his desk and probably looking as pathetic as I felt. "What happens outside of school is your business," he said, leaning back in his chair. "But getting in fights won't solve anything. I don't know if any of these stories are true, so I'm not going to mention them to your father." I felt like sighing with relief, but he wasn't finished yet. "I'll leave that for you to explain when he comes to get you. I've already called him at work." Great. Even if I lied about how the fight had started, he was still going to blow a major fuse. He was probably going to kick me out of the house. Things had sure gone from great to shit in a big fucking hurry. My dad wouldn't talk to me. He just drove, keeping his eyes straight ahead. I was used to him yelling. I could deal with that. His silence was scaring the shit out of me. We got home and I followed him inside. He sat down at the kitchen table and looked up at me. The expression in his eyes couldn't have been clearer. I sat down in a chair opposite from him and stared at the floor. "What was this about?" He finally asked. Then added, "And you'd better have a goddamned good answer." I tried to think of a good answer, but couldn't. So I settled for the truth. "A girl." He looked at me for a long moment, then set off into one of the longest but most rational lectures he'd ever given me. I was hard to believe that this was the same guy who came in at two a.m. last night yelling about how the cat was a 'miserable fuckstick' before throwing up in the trash. I got the impression that he was actually proud of me for fighting, especially since there was a girl somewhere in the picture. He left off by telling me that I was grounded for the rest of the week since I'd also been suspended from school, then gave me some rather painful medical attention in the form of ice and hydrogen peroxide. My left eye had swollen up and was looking pretty bad. My nose was still sore, but that and a few nasty bruises were about the extent of my injuries. I'd gotten hurt a lot worse falling off my bike. After he was done I retreated to my room. I was still feeling bad. I couldn't stop wondering how Tammy was doing. I ached just to be able to see her, to talk to her, to touch her. That evening I wandered around the house doing the chores that my dad had assigned me. He hadn't gone out that night, instead staying home to make sure I didn't run off anywhere. I caught my brother looking at my black eye for second when he came home, and then he just shook his head and walked past. I didn't know what he thought about me getting in a fight, but I did know that he would've done the same thing. He also probably would've won. I went to bed late, but I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about Tammy, wondering if she was asleep right now, or if she was awake and maybe thinking about me. The sudden crack of something hitting my bedroom window startled me out of my thoughts. I quickly got out of bed and pulled the curtains aside to look for whatever had made the noise. There was movement from below, and I was surprised to see Tammy standing on the little stretch of lawn below my window. She waved up at me, then walked away toward the front of the house. I dressed with growing excitement and went downstairs as quietly as I could. I'd sneaked out of the house at night before plenty of times, but never for a reason like this. Tammy ambushed me as I walked out to the driveway, coming out from behind the hedge and latching her arms around me with a quiet giggle. "Am I being kidnapped?" I whispered. "Yes," she answered matter-of-factly, grabbing me by the hand and leading me down the street to where she'd left her car. She fell back against the driver's side door and pulled me against her, holding me tightly around the waist. "I had to see if you were okay," she said quietly as she looked up at me. She frowned and gently touched my eye. "Does that hurt?" "A little," I answered, wincing. Actually, it hurt quite a bit. She punched me lightly on the chest, suddenly looking angry. Something about redheads and their tempers flashed through my mind. "That was a dumb thing to do," she told me. "You could've really gotten hurt." I knew she was right, but I still felt defensive. "They were saying..." She cut me off. "That's no reason to get yourself beat up!" She started at the loudness of her own voice, looking around sheepishly at the dark houses along the street. "Sorry," she said in a much softer tone, looking into my eyes and running her fingers lightly over my lips. "I just care about you. A lot. No matter what happens or what anybody says, I want to be with you. I don't care about anything else." I stared at her for a moment, then put my hands on her waist and kissed her. It was like she had spoken my exact thoughts. Her lips moved urgently against mine, and she ran her fingers through my hair as she returned my kiss hungrily. After a few moments we paused, and I rested my forehead against hers as our breath mingled in the dark night. "Let's go for a drive," she said, then gave me a squeeze and got into her car. I smiled and joined her. She pulled on to the road, and for safety I tried waiting for as long as I could before touching her. I held out for a whole thirty seconds. I leaned over and kissed her ear as she drove us...somewhere. I wasn't exactly paying attention. I was totally focused on sucking her earlobe until she pulled off the road and killed the lights. Looking around, I saw she'd driven us to the top of a hill that overlooked the valley. The lights of all the buildings and streetlamps looked like a sea of multicolored stars below us. She kissed me as her hands slid around my side and shoulder. I kissed her back as passionately as I could. Suddenly she broke the kiss and slid her hands up along my neck and through my hair. She looked at me, and in the faint moonlight her face was a strange combination of pale, beautiful, and sad. "I thought I knew what love was supposed to be," she said quietly, her eyes turning misty. "I didn't. I fell for all the wrong guys. I...its just...what I feel for you is so strong its almost scary." She broke into tears and wiped her eyes with an embarrassed smile. "I'm sorry," she said, a stray teardrop rolling down her cheek. "Don't be," I answered, leaning in and kissing the teardrop before it could get away. "I feel the same way." She hugged my neck and kissed me on the forehead. I looked up at her for a moment, and she lowered her chin, presenting her irresistible lips to me as she slowly closed her eyes. I gently touched my lips to hers, just rubbing them lightly together before gradually increasing contact. Tammy moaned as I cupped her right breast in my hand, squeezing and rubbing it lightly as I kissed her. We just sat there and kissed for a while, our hands moving lazily over each other. It was great just being able to relax and take our time, and I was enjoying every glorious second of it. Tammy slowly pulled my shirt up, running her free hand over my stomach and chest. I lifted my arms up so she could take it off completely. I did the same with hers, and she nimbly reached behind her and unclasped her bra. I took it off her and dropped it to the floor, then let my hands take its place. "Backseat?" She asked breathlessly after a moment. "Definitely," I answered. Soon we were situated in back with the front seats slid all the way up. I pulled her into my lap and popped one of her nipples into my mouth as I moved my hands down her stomach to undo her pants. With her help they were quickly left in a heap on the floor along with her panties, leaving me free to slide my hands underneath her and squeeze her curvy butt. She moaned and rubbed her hands over my shoulders, settling down in my lap with her legs spread on either side of me. I could feel the heat of her inner thighs through my shorts. She felt like she was burning up. I sucked and nibbled lightly at her nipples, causing her to gasp and grip my shoulders. Before long she sat up and wrestled my shorts down enough to expose my cock. She sat back down again on my lap, and I groaned as I felt the very warm and moist lips of her pussy slide against the hard length of my dick. Tammy seemed to like the feeling too. She started to move her hips in little circles, rubbing her pussy against my shaft. The sensation was great, but it was teasing me almost beyond my limits. I reached down between her legs and aimed my dick upward, and Tammy impaled herself on it with a groan. My whole body shivered as she sank down onto my cock, her steamy tunnel engulfing every millimeter until our pubic bones were pressed snugly together. Her flushed and beautiful face was an inch away from mine, and we locked eyes for a second before she kissed me with a moan of pure passion. I echoed her moan as she locked her arms around my neck and began to bounce wildly, her perky tits quivering with her movements. I held on to her smooth hips as she rode me, enjoying every touch, every sight, every smell, every sound of Tammy's body as she made love to me fiercely in the backseat of her car. The windows were steaming up. We were kissing, our tongues mirroring the action of our bodies. Just when I was thinking that I couldn't survive something this awesome for very much longer, her moans and whimpers grew in urgency. In the space of only a few moments she was there, and I kissed her all over her face and neck as she came with a series of shudders and short, gasping moans. I was very close to cumming myself, but I used every once of willpower I possessed to hold back, not wanting to repeat the little 'accident' we'd had in the woods. Somehow I won out, and I held her and stroked her face gently as she caught her breath. "You're incredible," she breathed, looking misty eyed again. Then she crushed her lips to mine and kissed me feverishly. She slowly raised herself, my dick slipping out of her and falling against my stomach with a wet slap. Squirming around until she could lie back flat on the seat, she looked up me and tugged at my shoulders. I suddenly realized what she had in mind and I moved up as she slid further beneath me on the seat, stopping when I was straddling her chest. Taking my straining cock in her hand, she slowly raised her head and brought it to her lips, never once breaking eye contact. A delicious thrill shot through me as she took the head of my penis inside her warm mouth. This was exactly the position that I'd caught her and my brother in. I felt lightheaded as she closed her eyes and began sucking tenderly on my dick, bobbing her head as she drew even more of me between her soft, wet lips. She worked on my cock with a slow; steady pace, sometimes letting it out of her wonderful mouth to run her equally wonderful tongue along the sides or underneath it. Just when I thought that the sensations could get any better, she started slowly pulling it with her hand as she lovingly sucked one of my balls into her mouth. I'd never felt anything like it, and it quickly pushed me over the edge. My body tensed and suddenly I couldn't remember how to talk or even move as my approaching orgasm short-circuited my brain. Tammy sensed what was happening, and she got her mouth around the head just in time to catch the first spurt as I exploded. My hips moved forward involuntarily, my whole body feeling like one huge nerve centered on the incredible feelings coming from the head of my cock. "Oh God, Tammy..." I moaned when I could find my voice. Tammy continued to suck gently as the last tremors subsided, her hands Playfully squeezing my butt. I slowly crawled back until we were lying face to face. I ran my fingers though her silky hair and looked into her eyes. I knew right then that no matter what happened, there was nothing that either of us wouldn't do to make each other happy. She smiled. A tiny smear of cum glistened on her bottom lip. I smiled back and kissed her. End -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+