AUTHOR	Tosaha
DATE ADDED	2nd April 2003
AUTHOR EMAIL
STORY CODES	m/f, teen, inc

"So are we set for tonight?"

"What do you mean?"

"You said that we would spend the night at your place and watch some movies..."

"Oh... right, well I kinda made other plans."

"Other plans? But you said I could come over last week. I even have the money I begged my mom for so we could get some pizza!"

"I'm sorry Rissa! Tom said he'd take me to the movies, just me and him. You know how I've been dying to spend some time with him alone away from Emily."

A soft sigh was heard from the other end of the phone. "Alright, maybe next week."

"Of course, now I have to find something to wear to really impress Tom. See you later Rissa."

Caitlin hung up the phone and scooted off her quilted bed. She looked outside her bedroom window at the flowers growing in the yard and smiled. The yellow callas and purple iris' flowers danced in the wind amongst the red and white roses. The sweet fragrance of nature drifted into her room and Caitlin breathed in deep the smell of flowers, grass and trees. The sun was just beginning to set and the sky still a beautiful shade of blue with intermittent wisps of fluffy white clouds. The evening was warm with only a cool breeze to disturb the air. Caitlin couldn't wait for her special night with Tom.

The young girl went to her closet to pick out a dress. It took her a few minutes of sifting through her wardrobe before she found one that pleased her. She stripped out of her house clothes and stood in front of her full length mirror hanging on her door. Placing the plastic hanger around her neck, she slid her small hand down her body pressing the dress to herself. She smiled as she felt the curve of her breasts and of her stomach.

She had only recently turned eleven but she had an amazing body. Most likely due to her mother's side of the family, Caitlin had developed early. She was already at an early D cup. Her mother as well as her grandmother and great grandmother had huge breasts extending to about a triple D cup (Great grandma actually had had breast reduction surgery due to an already weak back). Her hair was long and honey colored and reached down to well below her shoulders. It was smooth and full and bounced back into place no matter how much she moved or bounced.

Caitlin slipped on her dress and paraded a bit around the room. It was a lovely, thin sundress. It was plain yellow but the pale color coupled with the thinness of the dress gave it an innocent look. It was also on the sexy side with its low neckline and borderline inappropriate hemline which reached to just below her butt cheeks. Caitlin twirled a little and the lower half of her dress rose up showing everything hiding underneath: her soft upper thighs, her tiny white panties and more importantly, her little slit barely concealed by the cotton underwear.

Almost as if in a dream, Caitlin danced over to her hard wood dresser and pulled out some perfume her mother had given her for her birthday last month. She sprayed a light mist about her neck. It had a light smell, not too strong or musky. She breathed deep and savored the sweet scent. She then pulled out her favorite brush and sat on her stool. Tilting her head to one side she started to brush, with long, slow strokes, her golden hair.

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After a few minutes of brushing, Caitlin heard a noise from downstairs. Quickly she ran out of her room and stood on the landing with her hands on the railing peering downstairs. There was no wall separating the kitchen and the living room, the only difference was that the royal blue carpeting in the living room changed to a hard wood floor in the kitchen which was itself partially shaded by the staircase wall.

Much to Caitlin's joy, she saw Tom step through the front door and into the living room. He wiped his shoes on the welcome mat and walked to the kitchen. He rested a number of grocery bags unto the kitchen's island and rubbed his hands because of the heavy load. The bubbly girl rushed down the steps making quite a bit of noise and skidded into the kitchen on the other side of the island counter. Her palms rested on it and she raised her self slightly standing on her toes unknowingly showing her age.

"Hey Cait." Tom greeted his enthusiastic charge.

"Hi Tom!" Caitlin said grinning wildly, "Went grocery shopping?"

"Sure did. Got to keep the fridge stock when such pigs in the house." Tom laughed.

"Shut up! You're the pig!" cried Caitlin taking the opportunity to go over and push Tom lightly.

Tom was Caitlin's neighbor and was in his late twenties. He took care of Caitlin and her sister when their parents went away on their frequent trips around the world sometimes leaving for months at a time. This time they planned on being back in late February but with their track record they'd probably return in early April. Tom was a close friend of Caitlin's father at first but after awhile everyone in the family liked him and he was around most of the time. It wasn't long before he was persuaded to take care of the two children so as to relieve Caitlin's father of the responsibility of a nanny and a house sitter. With the surplus in money, the globe trotting parents were gone longer periods of time.

Tom wasn't entirely reluctant to stay over at his neighbor's house. He had made the mistake of moving into a family town with no wife or children and his days were dull and boring on account of his internet run business. He had a number of big websites including one for used cars, another for custom made computers and again one selling self help books. No surprise that he was able to afford such and expensive house in such a rich neighborhood. Richmond Hill it was called. Hilarious.

He was a stud, for lack of a better word. He had short brown hair and dark blue eyes that seemed to hold great passion yet, at the front, sparkled with the events of the present like that of rays of sun bouncing off ripples on a very old and very deep lake. His laugh was short and sweet and made people around him laugh as well. With a broad chest and long legs, Tom stood at about six feet, give or give two inches. All these features made him quite desirable among the female population. Unfortunately, living in such a family oriented area, he seldom, bar that, never had any intimate contact with anyone in town until he started to housesit for his neighbor.

All these features made Tom the object of Caitlin's desire and he was constantly on her mind.

"What did you buy?" she asked staring up at the gentleman before her. She was close to him and since she only reached him to around is navel, her head was leaned back somewhat.

"Oh, just some things to get us through the week." Tom pulled out some cans of beans and fruit and placed them in the hanging cupboard.

Caitlin fished around a nearby plastic bag evidently looking for something.

"Did you get the BBQ chicken I asked you for?" she asked looking up at Tom.

"Um... well no not really... I..."

"He didn't have enough time to get it." Emily said stepping through the still open front door. She closed it behind her shutting out the setting sun and headed over to the living room. She dropped what appeared to be two dry cleaning plastic wraps used for clothes over the arm of the nearest sofa and went to the kitchen. "We spent too much time at the mall picking out clothes. By the time we got to the grocery store we had just enough time to get what we did."

Caitlin's heart sank. Not only because she knew her older sister had had her way again and got Tom to forget to buy her favorite snack, but because Emily had spent the afternoon with him even getting a new dress. Emily was always doing things like this. Ever since they had met Tom he had liked her best and she monopolized his time leaving none for Caitlin. No matter, tonight will be her night and she would get him without Emily to interrupt.

Putting aside her disappointment, Caitlin looked up at Tom and asked "Anyway, I think we should leave now if we're going to catch the movie. We have to have enough time to eat at that restaurant after." Caitlin glared at her sister and smiled in her apparent victory.

"Tom's not going to take you out tonight; he's going to bring me to the fireworks show down by the lake." Emily retorted leaning in and bracing herself on Tom; holding his arm, her breast pressing into his back.

"W-what!" whispered Caitlin hoarsely and looking straight at Tom her heart skipping in her chest.

"I'm sorry Cait," said Tom nervously, "Emily didn't think you'd mind, isn't Marissa coming over tonight? Em said that you two were having a sleep over."

"We were but I called it off 'cause we were supposed to go out tonight; just you and me." Tears welled up in her eyes as the words left her mouth. She couldn't believe this was happening.

"Well he can't call it off now. I told all my friends that we were going to meat them for the forth of July show. Sorry kid." Emily said pulling Tom to the side and away from Caitlin.

"Really sorry Cait. I'll make it up to you some other time. Promise." Tom disappeared around a corner with Emily into the den while Caitlin ran upstairs tears streaking her face.

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Caitlin sat in her closet, door locked and in utter darkness. It was a little habit of hers: shutting herself into that dark space crouched in a corner. She wasn't sure when she had started it but more and more she found herself crying in that small hole. Eventually she got out; her legs got cramped after a while and she needed to stretch.

It was already dark, or almost; the room was dimly lit by the last rays of dusk. Caitlin climbed upon her downy bed against the wall. The bed was placed in a corner so that two sides were barred by the teal wall, the head of the bed being alongside the wall with the window which was placed in the center. The door was in the opposite corner from the bed and opened inward and to the right. A wood dresser was located directly facing the window and had a large mirror, rounded at the top, connected to the back of it. Finally, there was also a beanbag slash couch, armless, right in front of the door exactly like the closet was in front of the bed. To top it of, a small night table was beside the head of the bed.

Soon after Caitlin's head hit the pillow she heard Tom and Emily downstairs laughing and leaving, locking the door behind them. The roar of the car faded as it drove down the street and around a curb. Peeved and still dressed in her beautiful sundress, Caitlin rolled over and faced her night table. As if on cue her phone rang softly. She reached over and picked it up.

"Hello?" she answered her heart obviously not in it.

"Hi Caitlin."

"Oh Rissa, how did you know that I was home?" Caitlin asked sitting up slowly on her bed.

"Through your window, silly. What's wrong?"

Putting her phone on speaker, Caitlin got up and knelt in front of the window resting her arms on the window sill. Some paces before her was Marissa staring through her own window, receiver to her right ear. "What's always wrong? Emily is gone with Tom again. I hate her so much!"

"Don't worry, you'll get your chance soon enough. I mean, how much longer can she keep him to herself?" Marissa tried to comfort her best friend.

"Forever! He likes her so much. I don't know how she does it! I just want him to notice me." Caitlin whined.

"Listen, I'll come over and bring some movies. We can eat pizza and forget about Tom and Emily at least for tonight."

"Ok, that should be fun."

Marissa hung up her phone. Caitlin stood and was going to turn off her phone when she saw her best friend pack her nighttie into her bag pack. It had to be a new one since she had never seen it before.

Caitlin pressed the hang up button and dialed the pizza place. She ordered a medium pizza with pineapple, green olives and extra cheese; it was their special thing. Caitlin slowly made her way out of her room and down the stairs. She was thinking about Tom. Why doesn't he notice me? Why does he hang out so much with Em? She's only fourteen. Well she does have those big tities. But I have tities too! Oh Tom.

It was true Emily did have big breasts in keeping with the tradition of the family. Not only that but she was gorgeous too. She had flawless skin, not a hint of acne or redness. She had seemingly endless legs and a tight butt. Her hair was longer than Caitlin's and reached her lower back and was a deeper shade of gold. Her entire body exuded sensuousness. Most of the guys at the local school adored her. Unfortunately for them she only had eyes for Tom. Naturally no one knew that.

It's a good thing Emily was so good looking though because she was a mean person, down right nasty. And although most men and boys loved her body, they were more often than not repulsed by her mind. Her sweet innocent act went over well with adults including her parents but left alone with people her own age, she was a horrible person.

Caitlin strode into the kitchen and towards the fridge. She had just fished out two bottles of ice tea when the door bell rang. Caitlin opened the door to her best friend and together they went upstairs exchanging small talk, Marissa complementing Caitlin on her dress.

"So how long will they be gone?" inquired Marissa as they reached the bedroom.

"I don't know. They probably won't be back until late. The fireworks start at ten and finish at eleven. Plus there's the party so might be gone all night." Caitlin plopped on her bed bitter and resentful.

"Well no need to be grumpy. We'll have our own party!" Marissa set her school bag down on the futon. "Besides, who needs Tom when you have me?" teased Marissa as she started to pose as if she were a big body builder.

They both laughed and Caitlin felt a little better. She got up and sat beside her best friend on the bean bag. Her weight dented it so that they were pushed together, the school bag squished between them. Caitlin paid no attention to this as it was a usual thing. She reached for Marissa's bag and searched through it for some videos.

"Ah! Back to the Future!" exclaimed Caitlin pulling out a box set.

"Parts one, two, three and the making of Back to the Future." corrected an amused Marissa.

"Classic." Caitlin dug some more. "Yes! The Sound of Music!"

"Can't have a sleep over without a musical." said Marissa enjoying her friend's change in mood.

"And finally My Girl part 2."

"Too bad we broke part 1 huh?"

"Yeah." Caitlin replied as both girls reminisced.

Caitlin got up and placed the movies on the floor. Both she and her best friend made their way downstairs. They stood at the door to the cellar and opened the door. It creaked loudly. Caitlin reached out and held Marissa's hand before they hurried down the unstable steps.

A spare television set was kept downstairs in the basement with an extra V.C.R. Caitlin's father had some weird quirk where he didn't want any television set anywhere but the living room. Tom let them borrow it though if they promised to put it back later on. The problem was that the cellar was cold and dark and the only light was from a lone light bulb hanging from a chain on the ceiling which could only be turned on from downstairs.

It took about ten minutes to find, carry and install the old T.V. and the broken down V.C.R. in Caitlin's room. The set was placed a few feet in front of the soft couch. There were only three outlets in the room: one by the bed occupied by the alarm clock and the phone's power cord, one blocked by the dresser and one perfectly placed by the futon; no way were they going to move the dresser. By the time they finished they were dusty and sweaty. Marissa suggested that they shower and change into their sleeping clothes now since they would have to eventually.

Caitlin took a quick shower, just wetting her hair and rapidly cleaning her skin. Her perfume still stayed with her though since she used a non scented soap and the perfume was pretty clingy. She dressed herself in a large football jersey (which belong to Tom) and put some white socks on to keep her feet from freezing; her feet tended to go numb at night no matter how hot it was outside.

When Marissa stepped into the shower the doorbell rang. Caitlin went downstairs to answer the door. It was the pizza boy. She handed him the money for the pie and let him keep the change and proceeded to rush back upstairs. She started to set things up for the movie marathon they were about to watch. She placed the pizza box directly under the futon and placed the ice tea bottles on either side. Back to the Future part one was preset in the V.C.R. and only needed to be started.

Caitlin didn't wait long. Soon she heard the water in the bathroom being turned off. She waited a minute or two, munching on a slice of pizza but made sure that she didn't eat too much. She wasn't prepared for what she saw her best friend came back. Standing in the doorway was a figure out of Greek mythology.

Marissa was a noticeably shy girl. She had short, chin-long, red hair and green eyes and was reasonably sized for an eleven year old. She didn't look to special fully clothed and people rarely gave her a second look especially with her reserved personality and the way she looked at the floor instead of people's faces.

That person, however, was gone at that moment. She was clad in a shear, blue teddy. It was sleeveless with a wide neckline and the hem just past her belly button. She had on matching shear, blue panties which left nothing to the imagination. Her copper hair was wet and strands clung to her rosy cheeks. Her small hands fumbled with her top giving away her shyness but also making her look extremely cute. Her legs were long and her feet were bare. A clear stranger to sunlight, her skin was white and pale. Still her eyes glimmered like true emeralds.

"So Cait, do you like it?"

"You look beautiful Rissa!" replied the flabbergasted girl.

Marissa moved towards the couch happy at her best friend's approval. Caitlin's eyes followed her with her mouth slightly open. Suddenly she felt overdressed for the occasion.

Soon enough the party started. The movie was playing and the food was steadily disappearing. Pineapple bits fell to the floor as the night wore on. On the small sofa, Caitlin put her head in Marissa's lap while her legs were scrunched up against the wall. Marissa was sitting part way of the futon but she didn't mind. She rested her left hand on her friend's stomach and kept watching the movie. Half way through the song "These are a few of my favorite things" the sky outside Caitlin's window started to blazed as if the sky itself was on fire.

Startled the two girl's eyes darted to the mirror attached to the dresser. Outside they saw an amazing display of fireworks. Caitlin began to gently sob as the boom of the fireworks echoed outside. Marissa got up, slowly pushing Caitlin's head of her lap. Her thighs instantly felt cold as if a warm wet cloth had been removed. She lowered the Venetian blinds and shut them using the thin tool attached to it. She went back to her seat and replaced her crying friend's head back on her lap. It felt homey. While the lights produced by the spectacle outside where dimmed considerably, nothing could mute the booming sound of the explosions. They matched the thunder and lighting displayed on the old T.V. screen.

Before long, the fireworks ended. Still, Caitlin was in no mood to continue watching T.V.

"I think I'm just going to go to sleep." She said sadly.

"No problem. I'm getting pretty tired too."

The two little girls headed off the nearby bed and laid down, Caitlin taking her usual spot by the wall while Marissa hopped into the bed next to her. A few minutes passed and gentle sobbing could be heard in the room. Marissa, in an attempt to comfort her dear best friend wrapped her arms around the girl and held her tight. Her arms rested against the soft mounds of her breasts.

"Why do you even want Tom to be with you?" Marissa asked out of the blue in her soft voice.

"What do you mean?" asked Caitlin.

"Well you want to be with Tom so bad that you're crying your eyes out but I don't know why. Aren't I enough? Aren't you happy being with me?"

Caitlin turned and faced her friend still holding her. "Of course you are. It's just different with Tom. He's a boy, a man. There are things you can't do with a girl that you can do with a boy and I want to do it with him."

"But you're only eleven. Do you really think that you can have feelings for someone so young?" asked the now trembling girl.

"It has to be possible or else what am I feeling?"

Without warning Marissa leaned forward and gave Caitlin a peck on the lips. It was tender and quick but had a lasting effect all through Caitlin's body including shock and amazement to name a few. They looked into each others eyes and after a few moments kissed again. This time it was longer. Their lips passed back and forth over each others lips and a thin layer of saliva covered their mouths.

The room was dark and basically nothing could be seen which heightened their feelings. In the darkness Marissa slid her hands down Caitlin's body and squeezed her butt cheek soothingly. Caitlin moaned lightly and pressed herself into her friend as if to get away from the searching hand. The same hand moved lower until it rested on her thighs. It caressed the sensitive skin there awhile and then made its way back up but this time underneath the oversized shirt.

Caitlin breathed deeply through her nose as her lips never left those of her childhood friend. It was never animalistic but sensual and unhurried. Marissa's palm found Caitlin's left breasts and kneaded the creamy, warm flesh steadily. A tongue flitted out. Neither one was too sure whose it was but that didn't matter. Quickly their kiss became a blur of slick lips and spongy tongues. The room was heating up.

Caitlin was scared to the bone. She had never thought of this before and didn't know what it meant. But by no means was she going to stop her friend whose hand was traveling back down south and venturing between her legs. The second Marissa's finger touched her wet gash she tensed and clamped her thighs together. She wasn't prepared for the intensity. Terrified, she pushed her friend away from her.

Surprisingly, Marissa wasn't taking no for an answer. She pressed her lips firmer against Caitlin's and pushed her finger harder towards Caitlin's hole.

"Please don't Rissa" pleaded Caitlin pushing her friend away.

Marissa was unexpectedly strong and forced herself harder. Through mumbled words she said "Just go with it Cait, it'll feel good. Just let me touch you."

"No, no! Please don't Rissa, I don't waaahhh!" she screamed quietly as Marissa's finger found it's way to her bud and rubbed.

"See it feels good. You don't need Tom." The now overheated girl lost all sense of right and wrong and started to hump her friend's leg, panting.

As the finger continued to probe her, Caitlin tried to push Marissa away who had worked her way up on her and was now furiously humping her knee. It didn't take long for her orgasm to take her over and she began to buck under her forceful lover.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she panted as the pleasure soaked her soul. Marissa's merciless hand continued to fuel her rapture. Marissa was almost there too. Her shear panties were soaked as well as Caitlin's knee. Unfortunately for her Caitlin finished first and the guilt of the situation completely flooded her mind. With a final shove, Caitlin fought her way from under her best friend.

Given a few seconds, the realization of what she had just done shamed Marissa and she got up off the bed.

"I'm sorry Cait. I couldn't help it! I'm so, so sorry" she apologized as she picked up her effects and rushed out of the room, her orgasm denied.

Caitlin lay on her bed out of breath and sweating hard. It would take her a while to sort through what happened. Right now sleep seemed like the best idea. So, exhausted, she rolled over and fell asleep the smell of her hot friend filling the room.

It was the slam of the door that woke Caitlin up. From the feel of it, it was still late or really early. She crept out of bed, weary and tired, and went to the indoor balcony to see what was going on. Making sure she wouldn't be seen by lying on the floor and peering downstairs between the bars, she spied on her fourteen year old sister and her sitter laughing downstairs. Both were standing in front of the closed door.

"That was fun Tom!" said Emily holding her dates hand.

"It was," replied Tom with less enthusiasm than would be expected.

"What's wrong? Didn't you like the show?" Emily said noticeably frustrated.

"It was great but I feel bad leaving Cait home alone like that. I know how much she wanted to go out tonight. I've been neglecting her." Tom looked upstairs and sighed. Caitlin backed up quickly to avoid being seen.

"Are you kidding me!" cried Emily tossing Tom's hand aside. "We go out and spend a great night watching the fireworks, eating at a fancy restaurant and walking in the park and you're still thinking about Cait!"

Caitlin smiled.

"Shh!" Tom hushed, "Not so loud; you'll wake her up."

"Besides she's not alone, Marissa slept over. She's fine," now her voice became soft and erotic and Caitlin had to lean forward as much as she could to hear. Emily was now stroking Tom's arm with her left and rubbing between his thighs with her left. "Now stop thinking about her. You should be happy that you have me."

Emily was now pressing herself into Tom with her breasts making him moan. Gradually she led him towards the stairs. Caitlin frantically, yet quietly, rushed to her room keeping low to the ground but moving with surprising speed. She reached her room and closed the door fast enough preventing anyone from seeing her.

She heard the couple walk pass her bedroom door and continue down the hall. Emily's room was right next to her own and that's were Emily and Tom went. She heard the door lock. Caitlin hesitantly went to her closet and sat on the floor. But brooding wasn't in her mind, not now anyways.

Long ago, the previous owners of the house had a cable cord passed through almost all the rooms in the house. Caitlin's dad had removed it since he didn't want T.V.s in any other room but the living room. This had left, in Caitlin's closet, a small hole about half an inch in diameter about a foot off the ground. But the hole was close to the closet's inner wall making it difficult and uncomfortable for anyone to look through, which was what Caitlin was doing now.

She lay on the floor, prostrate, head propped up by her arm and head tilted. Through the small opening she saw Emily pushing Tom towards her bed. Emily's room was arrayed much like Caitlin's with a few exceptions. Her walls were light pink and matched nearly everything in the room, carpet, bedspread, dresser and curtains. Instead of a futon Emily had a large collection of dolls. Her own closet shared the same wall as Caitlin's but was at the opposite end.

Tom was now sitting on the quilted bed. To Caitlin's utter amazement Emily started to strip dance. Pretty well for a fourteen year old.

"Time for your reward Tommy," Caitlin heard through the thin wall. "You've been good to me so I'll be good to you."

A bright smile spread across Tom's face. This is what he had been waiting for.

Emily's clothes were flying every which way. Her thin sweater, pink tube top, shear wrap-around and cute panties were, eventually, strewed all over the floor leaving the busty girl in only her birthday suit and white ankle socks. She swayed over to her boy-toy who was now tilted back on the bed, his arms propping him up, and sporting a more than familiar bulge in his khakis.

Caitlin's mouth was dry as were her eyes. Not daring to blink, the little voyeur's face was pasted to the wall so as to get the best view possible of this unbelievable event. An inaudible gasped escaped her throat as her older but still young sister unzipped Tom's pants. From her vantage point she could not see what Emily was working out of it but it had to be big for her to be struggling so.

Her view improved when the couple rotated on the bed so that Tom's body was laid rightly on the bed with Emily straddling his knees. Caitlin's breath caught as the biggest, yet only, penis she'd ever seen stuck straight up from Tom.

"Ooohh God! That feels good!" he moaned when Emily licked him from balls to head in one slurp. "Suck it! Oh that's it baby! Suck it real good. I've been waiting all week. Ahh yeah! That's the stuff!"

Emily kept up her slurping and stroking of the large cock as she rubbed her pussy along Tom's bucking knee.

Tom had a huge cock; almost obscene. Laying on his back it stood straight up a little over fourteen inches and was as thick around as half a lamp post. The veins on his shaft were so engorged that it looked painful and the intensely purple head added to that illusion. His balls were a different story all together. They absolutely did not look normal being the size of small oranges, and when standing they hung a few inches between his legs.

It was mainly due to this monstrosity that Tom had such trouble with women. Obviously he had the looks, the brains and the charm to catch a good girlfriend but when confronted with such an enormous tool, most girls retreat. He had, on occasions, few and far between, received some nice blowjobs from women who wanted to see if "he was for real" but those relationships never turned into anything more than experiments. Tom wanted a serious relationship but Emily was all he could get and he was somewhat happy with that, for the time being.

Of course all this didn't run through his mind as he felt the blonde cheerleader nurse on his pecker. The only thing he was concerned with was the best way to get his rocks off.

"Oh fuck Emily! That's so fucking amazing!" he screamed feeling Emily's signature move; soft sucking on the prick's head while her hand moved lightning quick over the distance from the bottom of the head to just below the sensitive under-head.

To say that Caitlin was shell-shocked would be an understatement. A statue she appeared leaning against the closet wall staring through the small, bright hole while idly fingering her steamy cunny. How her sister got such a gigantic thing in her mouth to begin with was beyond her.

Emily stopped her blow job all too soon for Tom. She edged her way up his sweating body and raised herself over her toy. With closed eyes and fingers spreading her pussy lips, Emily gently lowered herself onto the throbbing dick. This was not the first time she had taken Tom up her cunt but even now it was a fight to get it into her.

Much to Caitlin's surprise Emily's pussy swallowed the head after only a few moments of trying, although her sister's wrinkled face and clenched fist informed her that this did not happen easily. She then saw Emily, taking her time and getting used to the intrusion, slowly lift herself up and then lowered herself back down on Tom's member. Only the head and part of the shaft had entered her boiling cunt but Emily used what little space she had to please Tom, whose dick, by the way, looked as if it would burst; especially the veins along the shaft.

"There we go," said Emily delicately "Doesn't that feel good? Do you even care about my nerdy little sister? Here, try these tits. They'll make you feel all better" Emily leaned forward awkwardly pulling the rock hard cock with her until her breasts dangled over Tom's face. He eagerly lapped the big fleshy bags and squeezed them feverishly with his hands making sure to graze the pink nipples. Lucking, Emily's cunt formed an air-tight seal around the dick so it did not slip out of her.

She was still moving up and down Tom's rod when she heard him scream.

"I'm gonna cummmmm baby. Please let me cum in your mouth!" Tom pleaded.

"No way! You're not getting that sticky mush all over me!"

Emily did not like cum. She had tried Tom's cum once and hated it. The texture, the color, the smell, everything about cum turned her off. Too bad for Tom since that was his absolute favorite way to cum; seeing Emily take his huge cock in her mouth and swallowing his load would really make his week. He had to be happy with what he could get though and he rarely complained not wanting to tick Emily off.

The fourteen year old fuck tool leaped of the erupting prick with a pop and watched mildly disgusted as Tom's cum flew all over him as he jacked himself off. He churned out a good nine spurts before his orgasm started to abate and his spurts ease to a trickle. Sweaty and covered in cum he got up and left the room, probably heading to the bathroom for a quick shower.

"So we're going to the party this week end right?" Emily asked before Tom left the room.

"What? Oh yeah, yeah, I guess," replied Tom in a sexual dazed and he closed the door, his wilting cock still hanging from his fly and his clothes thick with sperm. He walked down the hall and locked himself inside the bathroom.

Caitlin slowly removed her eye from the peephole eyes unblinking and mouth wide open. She sat with her back to the wall and hugged her knees lightly. Her mind's eye was going over the event that just took place as she tried to figure out what had happened. The moaning and the sweating, the cum and the nakedness all seemed strange and yet familiar. In a somewhat brief moment, Caitlin pieced together the sporadic information she had stored in her brain from schoolgirl gossip and sexual innuendos, and came up with an explanation that seemed reasonable. This was obviously sex. The white stuff that was shooting out of Tom's penis had to be the famous jism she heard about.

Her mouth closed and her eyes blinked but she didn't make any other moves. Her mind was still mulling over Emily's last words. So where going to the party this week end right? Caitlin was pretty sure that Tom didn't want to go to another party with Emily so what just took place had to have made him want to go now.

She got up and left her dark closet and sat on her stool in front of her dresser looking into her mirror. Peering at her own reflection, she noticed her window behind her and through it her friend's window across the way. She thought of Marissa and what had happened that night. Maybe Marissa knew more about what Emily and Tom did. She would ask her.

Caitlin moved over to her bed and covered herself with her blanket. Suddenly she felt very tired as if weights had been put on her eyes. She fell asleep once her head settled in her pillow and pictures of Tom and Marissa floated in her mind.

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