Brad was four pulses into the most incredible orgasm of his life when he became aware of a crash and a number of thumps to his right. Looking over the side of the bed, he beheld Sarah, lying half on her side, apparently trying to catch her breath. "Are you okay?" he puffed.

Sarah gazed up at him in shock and embarrassment. It WAS Brad! "I think so," she said in a small voice.

"Who is it?" Gina asked. "I can't see..."

"It's Sarah," Brad related. "How long have you been here?"

Sarah stood slowly. "A while," she admitted.

"Where is everyone else?"

"Still in the den."

"Can I have my glasses?" Gina whined.

Brad wasn't moving; he pointed them out to Sarah with a glance. Sarah got them and perched them on Gina's nose. "What do you want?" he challenged Sarah.

"I was... surprised..." Sarah muttered.

"By what, exactly?"

"I thought Gina liked girls..." Sarah muttered. "I didn't think you could..."

"Surprise, surprise!" Brad snarled sarcastically.

"Do you..." Sarah waved a hand at them, "... do this?"

"It was my first time," Gina admitted.

"Mine too," Brad added.

"You looked like pros to me -- was it good?" Sarah asked.

Gina turned to look at Brad. "It was GREAT!"

Brad nodded. "Stupendous!"

"It looked like it," Sarah opined.

"Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to neck with Gina for a while in peace," Brad announced, lowering Gina's legs and draping himself atop her. "Do you want your glasses?" he asked Gina quietly.

"I didn't think you..." Sarah blurted.

Brad gathered his patience. "What?"

"Well, could do that," Sarah finished. "Aren't you just a Sophomore?"

Brad looked at her like she had two heads. "Do you think guys wait until they're eighteen to grow a dick? What planet are you from, anyway?"

Sarah gathered herself. "Why Gina?"

Something snapped in Brad. "Get out!" he shouted. "Go the fuck away and stop insulting people!" He waved an arm at the door, angrily.

Sarah burst into tears and staggered out.

Brad leaned down to kiss Gina's neck, but she was elsewhere, mentally. "Why me? Because I told your sister I was easy?"

"What? No!" Brad was instantly irritated.

"Brad..." Gina chided.

"Okay, well, that started it, I admit -- but what it REALLY did was cause me to LOOK at you..."

"Now you're not making sense! If you LOOKED at me..." Gina began.

"I realized how hot you were!"

"Sure you did..." Gina's eyes teared up. She started thrashing under him.

"I'm gonna KILL that bitch Sarah!" Brad growled.

"Why? Because she woke me up?" Brad backed off her and Gina rolled free.

"Because she ruined things! Because she made you unhappy! Because she made ME unhappy!" Brad snarled.

"It's not her fault that you couldn't do any better than to lie about how hot I am!" Gina blubbered.

"What?!" Gina had blindly staggered into the hallway when Brad caught her and spun her to him, then backed her into the wall. Pictures rattled with the impact. "I didn't LIE about a fucking thing -- least of all THAT!"

"Oh, come on!" Gina erupted. "Let me go!"

"Shut up!" Brad ranted, "Shut UP shut UP shut UP!"

"You can't just -- MMPH!" Brad's hand covered her mouth, smothering her protest.

Brad leaned in and whispered, "You're opinion doesn't count -- boys' opinions count! I'm a boy -- and I say you're HOT!" He leaned in and lipped her neck. "Don't you get it? Sarah was JEALOUS! So who is hot?" He resumed sucking her neck.

Gina, covered in goosebumps, stopped struggling and moaned. Brad uncovered her mouth. "You can't just throw girls around like that," Gina panted -- but her hands slid up and down his sides.

"If I don't -- I dunno -- assert myself, you get silly about things and take off," Brad whispered. "I can win if you fight me, but I can't do much about you fighting you!"

"I don't understand..."

"What do you think you look like?"

Gina pushed a bit so she could face him. "Brad, I'm short and fat and..."

"You are NOT fat!" Brad erupted.

"Of COURSE I am!" Gina argued.

"No, you're JUST short! How come your waist dips in -- see?" He rubbed the area under discussion, and then shifted a hand to her belly. "It's not like you have an innertube hanging here..."

"Well..." Gina didn't know what to make of this. "I have big, fat hooters..."

"Yeah..." Brad sighed. "They're fucking GREAT!"

Gina blinked, unable to make sense of Brad's responses. "What about my butt?"

"What about it?"

"It's big."

"Shut up." Brad leaned in to work on her neck some more.

"I don't understand! You're kidding, right?"

"Ssshhhh!" Brad took her face in his hands and stopped all talk by kissing her.

Meanwhile, Sarah blundered back into the den, crying. "Gina's fucking Brad!"

Donna stirred herself and blinked owlishly. "Okay..."

"Well, why?" Sarah blubbered.

"It keeps him out of trouble, doesn't it?" Sherrie replied. "Donna..." she waved at Sarah.

"Come here, Honey." Donna got up and went to Sarah. "What's so awful about it?"

"I thought Gina liked girls!"

"Maybe she likes both," Donna opined.

Sherrie grimaced. "What?" Celeste murmured quietly.

"It's complicated. Gina was... settling for what we're doing. I wasn't sure about anybody, you know?" Sherrie gazed at Celeste, looking for understanding. "I needed someone desperate enough to help..."

Celeste nodded, pursing her lips. "Gina's sent loud signals -- but they've always been about boys..."

Sherrie nodded. "It wasn't even that simple. Brad got wind of things, somehow, and I had to buy him off."

Celeste frowned. "So you offered him one of us?"

"No, he made demands -- and it was Gina, from the start. Since she was... very dubious about really getting into things..."

"What does that mean?"

"I mean sex was one thing, but a relationship was another -- that's how Gina presented it. She could play with girls, but not..." Desperately, she rubbed Celeste's back, "... Do anything... romantic."

"Oh." Celeste's eyes lit. "So, she doesn't want to kiss?" She leaned up to buss Sherrie on the lips. "Or cuddle?" She hugged Sherrie to her.

"Exactly." Sherrie sighed, relieved.

"So you didn't exactly send her to a fate worse than death, I imagine?" Celeste teased.

"No, probably not."

"Sarah, Honey, he wasn't hurting her or anything, was he?" Celeste raised herself a bit to ask.

"No." Sarah shook her head sadly. "Not even!"

Celeste settled back. "There is our problem, Sweetheart. We're fine. Donna's fine. Sarah... She's not going to be satisfied, long-term. She'll play -- she'll commit, too, more than Gina was willing to, apparently -- but she's vulnerable to the enemy."

"What do we do?" Sherrie asked.

"Try to keep her happy. Failing that, blackmail her. Worst case, give her to Brad, too."

"Blackmail?"

"Blackmail," Celeste confirmed. "A couple of good pictures of Sarah with her nose in someone's pussy..."

"Right." Sherrie nodded. "That would keep the rest of us safe."

"No time like the present," Celeste murmured. "I'll pull her away and you brief Donna. We'll try to get something quick, before Sarah decides she shouldn't be stooping to licking us out." They got up and went over to where Donna was consoling Sarah. "Come here, Baby -- tell Auntie Celeste all about it," Celeste crooned, pulling Sarah away.

"What's up?" Donna asked, frowning.

"We think Sarah may go over to the enemy -- and take our reputations with her," Sherrie related quietly.

Donna arched an eyebrow. "By the enemy, you mean boys?"

Sherrie eyed Donna carefully. "Uh huh."

"I like boys..." Donna's eyelids drooped. "But I like girls, too."

Sherrie pursed her lips. "Sarah is..."

"A lamb," Donna finished for her. "And like a lot of lambs, you have to lead her. I get it. What's the plan?"

"Insurance. A couple of pictures..." Sherrie related.

"Go for it." Donna then extracted her own pound of flesh, "You haven't tasted me yet..."

"I will." Sherrie smiled easily. "You haven't tasted ME yet!"

Donna smiled back. "Sixty-nine? After we fix this little problem?"

"I'm looking forward to it!"

Sarah wasn't hard to manipulate. They got some great pictures of Sarah, eyes closed, her nose buried in Celeste's muff, while managing NOT to get Celeste -- or Sherrie, who was distracting Sarah even further by licking her clit...

With Sarah in hand and a pleasant little interlude with Donna under her belt, Sherrie set out to find her brother and Gina. Brad had managed, over time, to lead Gina slowly back to his parent's bed, where they were making out heavily when Sherrie's voice interrupted them with, "You're gonna wash those sheets, Brother Dear!"

Brad and Gina lurched apart. "Jesus!" Brad exclaimed.

"I hear you two are having a good time," Sherrie chuckled, hands on her hips.

"I hear you sold me down the river!" Gina grunted, frowning at Sherrie.

"Did he tell you he blackmailed me?" Sherrie replied. "He came to me and told me that he would blow the whole thing if I didn't give you to him!"

Gina frowned, but decided to check her facts. "That's somebody, right? One of us?"

Sherrie shook her head. "No. He knew who was coming, and he was specific about it. He wanted YOU!" Brad just looked at her, his expression saying, 'I TOLD you so!'

"That brings me to another subject," Sherrie added. "We have a problem -- Sarah. It seems that watching you make like Superstud got her all hot and bothered..."

Brad frowned. "So?"

"So maybe you should add her to your harem."

"Yeah, and maybe not!" Brad growled. "Just because she's suddenly got the hots doesn't mean I want her! I have Gina -- and that's ALL I want!"

Gina's heart leaped -- but she objected, anyway. "Brad, you don't..."

"Don't you start!" Brad waved a finger under Gina's nose. "If you want to bullshit somebody else, fine -- you can tell any lie you like when I'm not standing there, if you feel like you have to. But I KNOW better!"

Gina's eyes popped and she husked, "Yes, Brad!" After a moment, she went at it again, her expression furtive. "Sarah's nicer looking than..."

Brad poked her on the breastbone. "I TOLD you your opinion doesn't count!"

"Gawd!" Sherrie rolled her eyes. "I think it's love!"

"Look," Brad turned to his sister, "Sarah is okay, I guess, but..."

"You won't fuck her even if we tie a bone around her neck?" Sherrie finished.

"I have ENOUGH trouble with Gina as it is! I do NOT need to feed her inferiority complex by handing out charity fucks!" Brads rasped.

"I don't suppose you have any hard-up buddies..."

"Why do you want to throw her to the wolves, anyway, Sis? I thought you had your own games..." Brad grunted.

"We don't think, long-term, that Sarah is going to be happy," Sherrie related. "I'm... curious, though. What got her all excited?" She started craning her neck, trying to see Brad's erection.

"Show her," Gina whispered.

"Yuck! She's my sister!" Brad whispered back.

"Go on..." Gina grasped his erection, jacking it. "Now who's sensitive about their looks?"

Fine..." Brad rolled up on his side.

Sherrie's eyes popped. "Jeezus, Little Brother! That thing is HUGE!"

"Well, it's Gina's, so..."

"Don't worry -- I don't want any!" Sherrie waved it off. "But I begin to see the attraction." She turned to Gina, "I can understand why you might not want to share, but Sarah has issues, too..." She turned and headed off.

Gina's attention was elsewhere, though. "It's mine?" she asked, her eyes glowing as she jacked Brad's shaft.

Brad got cranky. "I've been TELLING you..."

"So I can suck it? Anytime I want?" She scooted down the bed and enveloped Brad's glans with her lips.

"Uuuuhhh! Yeah, I guess..." Brad gasped, cradling her face as she sucked him in.

Sarah was asleep, cradled against Celeste on the couch. "Gina's gone over completely to the Dark Side, I think," Sherrie reported, "but if you get an eyeful of Brad's light-saber, the reason why becomes clear."

Donna chuckled. "And Sarah saw him using it -- that's clear..."

Sherrie nodded. "I had no idea -- I've had a couple of the things rubbed against me, one time or another -- and I think Little Brother has them outgunned!"

Donna pursed her lips. "I might want to see that myself!" THAT got her looks. "I like both flavors -- deal with it. I really think that boys are only good for fucking, though."

Sherrie rubbed her nose. "I can see that, I guess. Gina was playing with it when I left..."

"Be right back..." Donna gave Sherrie and Celeste both a kiss and tiptoed out.

Seconds later, she stuck her head around the door of the master suite. Brad was half on his back and Gina was sucking his cock like it was a popsicle. She popped her lips off it just after Donna stuck her head around the door -- and Donna got the full effect. 'Jeezus! Sherrie wasn't lying! If he can use that thing...'

"Gina!" Brad croaked, "I want to..."

"Okay! Like last time?"

"Yeah..."

Gina scooted up on the bed, rolled onto her back and spread her legs. "I want it, too!" Brad rolled up and took her legs on his arms and nosed the tip of his cock against her opening and pushed... "Oh, GOD!" Gina wailed. "Do it!" Brad settled immediately into the rhythm that had been so successful on the first pass, and Gina started making her signature exclamation every time he hit bottom...

Donna withdrew, dazed, and returned to the den. On arrival, she motioned Sherrie and Celeste over to her and whispered, "If Sarah saw what I just saw..." She shook her head. "You're right, Sherrie -- Sophomore or not, your little brother is loaded for bear..." She beckoned the others and they returned to the master suite -- and the three of them stood mesmerized, watching Gina's toes curl and then, moments later watching her try to crawl up Brad's cock from below as she threw an orgasm.

Donna stepped back from the door and dragged Sherrie and Celeste back with her. "I hope one of you two can do a real good job of jamming that vibrator in me!"

Celeste grimaced. "Gawd! You can take that thing?"

Donna nodded. "Uh huh. I've had the real thing, too, a couple of times -- but Brad..."

Sherrie blinked. "You're kidding, right?"

"Uh uh." Donna shook her head. "I've done a couple of jocks -- and your little brother is a stud!"

Sherrie shook her head. "Unbelievable!"

"Gina is one lucky little bitch!" Donna opined. "No wonder Sarah got hot!"

"It's nasty!" Celeste opined.

"But it got you, right here, didn't it?" Donna grinned, rubbing Celeste's lower belly. "Boys may be worthless in a relationship, but sometimes there is just no replacement for a hard dick!"

"If you say so," Celeste replied uncertainly. "So what next?"

"I TOLD you!" Donna replied. "I want to feel that vibrator! Come on!"

Donna wanted -- and got -- a workout. Sherrie and Celeste and Sarah were all virgins, so they couldn't take the thing deep -- but Donna could and she showed them how it worked and wiggled and rotated and how the clit tickler did its job with the rest of the vibrator rocking and rolling deep in her pussy. Celeste sat on Donna's face -- largely to keep the noise down when the mechanical monster set her off. "Sooner or later," she panted, "You HAVE to take a dick -- even if it's only a rubber one. That's what strap-ons are for... If you go after the real thing with the proper frame of mind, it's well worth the trip..."

"What's the proper frame of mind?" Celeste wanted to know.

"It's just fucking," Donna replied. "Guys are dicks with a life-support system. They're more than happy to stick that thing in you and pump and then walk away. Nobody says you have to get all emotional about it."

Gina would have laughed if she'd heard that. She went to sleep with Brad's cock in her -- and she liked it that way. Brad had a lot of rough edges -- so what? Maybe they got together for the wrong reasons -- and maybe not. But they WERE together, and Gina liked it that way. Sometime during that second bout of tumultuous sex, Gina stopped worrying about the whole thing and started thanking her lucky stars that Brad seemed to need glasses as bad as she did.

In the morning, everyone got dressed and cleaned up and ate and talked and generally pretended that the previous night hadn't happened. But there was a lot of familiarity, and there were a lot of touches... Donna tended to babysit Sarah, and Sherrie and Celeste spent a lot of time in close proximity -- and Gina made no bones about sitting on Brad's lap.

Finally, it was time for everyone to wander off. There were kisses and hugs and familiar pats and everyone exclaimed about what a wonderful time they'd had. Brad sensed something in Gina, though. Just before she left with the other girls, he pulled her aside. "Do you think this is over?"

"No." 'Yes,' she thought. Brad WAS a Sophomore, after all... The night had been wonderful and she would cherish it -- but Gina had no illusions. Little did she know...

Brad made things abundantly clear Monday morning before first period. Gina was making guarded explanations about the nature of Sherrie's circle's sudden interest in her to her usual group of friends when Brad marched right up and said, "Hey, Babe..."

This garnered more than a little surprise from the group. "Brad?" Gina looked around, embarrassed.

"Yeah," Brad agreed. "Did you forget me?" He cupped her cheek and looked into her eyes.

"No, I just figured..." She shut up; Brad just stood there, shaking his head.

"So where are we?" Brad asked, his head cocked.

"Um, where we were, I guess..." Gina muttered.

Brad pulled her to him and then turned her to face her girlfriends while wrapping an arm around her from behind. "Okay, then."

"Isn't he a Sophomore?" Gina's friend Denise burst out.

"And your boyfriend is a ..." Brad frowned and looked around. "I don't see him... What grade is he in?" Denise turned bright pink. "My dad is three years younger than my mom -- and they get along fine. What grade I'm in really doesn't matter, here."

"He's your boyfriend?" Denise pressed Gina.

"He says he is." Brad frowned and looked down at Gina and she amended, "I say he is, too." Gina thought about it for a moment, rubbing the arm wrapped around her, and said, "I guess you could say that Sherrie was matchmaking. That's what I was doing at her house."

Brad thought about it for a moment and said, "Yeah, now that I think about it, that's just about what happened... Sis was playing matchmaker." Gina's friends were dazed and confused, but Gina wasn't -- not when Brad started nuzzling her neck, right there in front of a couple of hundred witnesses...

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