I'd been staying at Graeme's house on and off for as long as I could remember. We met when we were about seven, and we'd gone through hell together on numerous occasions. We treated each others homes as though they belonged to both of us, and both my parents and his were happy with it that way. We only lived four houses apart, and as we were going through our early teen years, we would crash wherever we found ourselves at the end of the evening.

If we were messing with model boats, we'd be at Graeme's place. Girlfriends were better entertained at my house. My mum would leave us alone, and was fairly liberal about how the lounge ought to be used. Graeme's parents, while they were nice enough, especially to me, were God-fearing Christians, and would allow nothing they thought untoward. Somehow, as a result, Graeme had a collection of magazines that stayed at my place. My Dad used to borrow them, for God's sake!

I was the last of four children, and I guess my parents had been trained by the other three. I never seemed to be able to push them off the edge, though I definitely got in some messes from time to time. If there was ever real trouble to be had with Graeme's parents, we tried to send Mum in first, to smooth the waters. Mostly she did, and mostly it worked.

Now we were older, there seemed to be less trouble. His parents had calmed down, and we were realising that there were some things you just kept away from the house. Like girls.

This night, Graeme and I had been out and had a few beers, played a few games of pool, and headed back to my place to watch a movie. After the movie had finished, one of my sisters had come home, and was determined to make a lot of noise, cook smelly things in the kitchen, and generally make a nuisance of herself. We dealt with this they way we normally did. We went up the street, and crashed at Graeme's.

It must have been about one in the morning when we got there, and the house was quiet and dark. His parents must have assumed that Graeme wouldn't be coming back, and had locked the door. This wasn't exactly unusual, and we knew how to get in, and got to his bedroom without turning on the lights and waking anyone. Graeme's room had two beds. One of them was referred to by everyone as 'Tim's bed'. I dragged my clothes off, and fell into the bed in my underpants. I assume Graeme was doing the same thing across the room. Nothing was said, and before I knew it, my eyes had closed, and I fell into a deep sleep.

As happens after drinking beer, my bladder woke me a couple of hours later, and told me I desperately needed to piss. I lay there for a while, trying to convince it not to bother me any more, and then reluctantly got up, and headed for the toilet. Half asleep now, I forgot where I was, and didn't put any clothes on, just stumbled down the hallway in my underpants. It's debatable if I would have bothered, even if I'd thought of it, but the idea of being caught by Graeme's mother in my jockeys would likely have meant I would have made some sort of effort.

Some part of me must have figured out where I was, as I managed to make it to the toilet and fix the problem. I realised around then that I really ought to have put some clothes on, and tried to sneak back out of the bathroom as quietly as I could. I made it as far as the hallway corner, and banged straight into Vivian.

I'd known Vivian as long as I'd known Graeme, but largely ignored her existence. She'd played various parts in my life, mostly bloody nuisance. I could recall years ago how Graeme and I had to be quiet because the baby was asleep. How in Hell could we hold a war-game and be quiet? Then there was the period when Graeme would not be permitted to leave the house, because his parents were going to some sort of worship thing, and he was required to babysit. One time we thought we had that sorted, and invited a couple of the girls from school around for a video. Vivian caught us snuggling on the couches, and snitched on us. That was one of the times that my Mum stepped in and stopped things getting out of hand. After that, I largely kept out of her way.

Anyway, stumbling around in the dim hallway, I banged into her; actually, I knocked her to the floor. I guess I have good instincts, or my mother has trained me better than I thought, because the first thing I did was put out my hand to help her up. Viv must have realised straight away who it was, and let me help, standing up next to me, a big smile on her face, and beckoned me toward the lounge, further away from her Parents' bedroom.

I followed her quietly into the lounge, and she shut the door behind her carefully, and then burst into laughter. "Tim, you dumb shit, what the fuck was that?"

"Oh Vivian, I'm sorry. I didn't see you."

"I hope not. Shit, you gave me a shock!"

"Yeah, I... what's with the language?"

"Huh?"

"Fuck, shit... you don't say words like that."

"Tim, how long since you've had a conversation with me?"

"Well, lemme see, it's... well... Jeeze, must be a couple of years."

"Four."

"No."

"Yeah. Ever since I caught you fucking that girl on the sofa."

"No, it can't have... I wasn't fucking her!"

"You weren't?"

"Hell no. I didn't know how."

"Oh..."

"Oh, what?"

"You mean you do now?"

"None of your business, nosy."

"Oh, calm down. Listen, I'd love to chat, but I really, really need to pee, especially after you gave me that fright."

"Oh, go, go. I don't want to get blamed for that too."

"Blamed? Oh. Listen Tim, I'm sorry. I was young, and stupid. And I was cross with you."

"Huh? Well, thanks. You're forgiven, I guess. Cross? What in hell for?"

"Ahh... gotta pee. Tell you when I get back, okay?"

"Yeah, alright. Must be a doozy of an explanation then."

"It is Tim. Wait there."

"Yeah, alright."

As she turned to leave the room, I sat on the sofa to wait. There were two things I wanted to work out then. Firstly, I had to know why she had been cross with me. Second, I wanted to know what was wrong with me. I never noticed until she turned to leave, but she was a real looker. Vivian was one of those girls with very pale skin, and contrasting jet black hair. It was near midsummer, and she was wearing a thin white cotton nightie that barely covered her decently. I could see the outline of her dark panties clearly even in the dim light, and I couldn't see a bra strap at all. I couldn't wait for her to return, to confirm my suspicions.

Suddenly I realised that my interest had become rather obvious with the tent in my briefs, and I grabbed the blanket that I knew would be behind the sofa and threw it over my lap, and left it there, despite the heat. Just as I relaxed back on the sofa, Vivian floated quietly back in, and closed the door carefully behind her, before plopping herself carelessly beside me on the sofa, her nightie flicking up at the front, to reveal her panties briefly before settling down without covering up much more. I couldn't quite comprehend how I had managed to not to notice her before.

My suspicions were confirmed as well. There is no way that restrained breasts can behave the way these did as she sat, bouncing a few times before also coming to rest.

"A blanket Tim? Isn't it a little hot?"

"Well, I umm... I'm not really dressed, you know."

"Yeah, noticed that before. Nice ass."

"Huh? What happened to the other Vivian?"

"She grew up, you just didn't pay attention."

"Yeah, I'm noticing that."

"About time. You want to know why I was angry?"

"Yeah, tell me."

"You should be able to guess, really."

"I should? Why is that?"

"Because, Tim, you just admitted that you did it."

"Vivian, you're not making sense. Did what?"

"Ignored me."

"Hardly surprising, after what you did, is it?"

"No dummy, not then. Before."

"Before what?"

"Oh, you're not much use this late, are you? Before I dobbed you in for getting it on with that girl..."

"I didn't get..."

"...while I wanted you..."

"... it on..."

"...to get it on with me."

"...with... You?"

"Yes, me. I had the biggest crush on you, and you never even noticed. I wasn't cross because you guys were misbehaving. I was cross because I wanted you to misbehave with me!"

"Yeah, but I... I... Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Oh, God. I'm sorry Viv. I never realised."

"No, that's apparent now."

"God, Viv, it's... Wow!"

"Yeah, well there you go. Now you know. I'm really sorry you got into such trouble. Mind you, your Mum fixed it in the end, didn't she?"

"Yeah, she did, luckily. Listen Viv, I don't think badly of you, you know. I'm not mad with you. I was just trying to keep out of more trouble."

"Yeah, I know."

"Oh. But now... well, where do we stand?"

"With what?"

"Well, the crush, I guess."

"Oh, that. I got over it Tim. I met another boy, and he and I... well, we sorted it out."

"Sorted?"

"Yeah, we, well, listen, I don't know what I can say to you now. You might tell Graeme."

"Not me, Viv. Not this. Not ever. Promise."

"Alright then. I decided I needed to find another boy, and get you out of my head. So I found one. At school. He was nice. You probably saw him here a couple of times. Lance."

"Oh, I remember him. Tall weedy guy?"

"Yeah, him. He wasn't much of a conversationalist, but he had nice fingers."

"Oh. You mean, you guys...."

"Had sex."

"Ah, yeah."

"Yeah. Not straight away. We got to it gradually."

"Oh."

"Yeah, 'oh'. You want more?"

"Yeah, if you want to tell. It seems strange hearing all this from you, but it's nice that you can feel you trust me."

"Yeah, it's nice for me too. Anyway, I sorted out a few things. Firstly, I like sex. A lot. A lot more than I liked lance. So I had to let him go."

"Oh. Just like that?"

"It took a while. We taught each other a lot at first, but eventually I outgrew him, I think. I've umm... I've had a few others."

"Oh."

"You know Tim, you could make this a two way conversation, rather than a confessional."

"Oh, I... what would you like to know?"

"Well, only if you want to tell, but...well... that girl on the sofa. Ooh, this sofa! Did you guys ever...?"

"Oh, no. Not her. No way. That cuddle was as close as we ever got. Listen, does this work the other way? You won't tell anyone either?"

"Well, I couldn't Tim. You'd probably blurt out something I don't want said."

"I wouldn't."

"Well, your secret is safe anyway, whatever it is."

"Thanks. It's... did you find it embarrassing, telling me?"

"A bit. Can I confess something first?"

"Yeah, if you want. What?"

"I knew it was you in the bathroom."

"Oh."

"I wanted you to come out, and I wanted to have this discussion. So I was ready for it. Take your time."

"Okay... well, I wasn't prepared for her. She was keen. I didn't know quite what to do."

"Oh."

"That shut you up."

"Sort of. So who was it?"

"It?"

"The one who showed you."

"Oh, it was..."

"Yeah?"

"Lucy."

"No!"

"Yep."

"God Tim, she's been with half the school."

"Yeah, I know. She kind of surprised me. Just as well though. I wouldn't have gone through with it, I don't think."

"Oh. And so you got over it, and moved on?"

"Well... shit Viv, guys are supposed to lie at this point."

"Lie? Why?"

"Well, because there hasn't been anyone else."

"No?"

"No."

"Oh. I'm surprised. You're a hunk."

"What?"

"Well, look, I got over the crush, but you are still attractive. And I'm not the only girl who thinks so."

"Who says?"

"Not telling."

"Oh, come on."

"No way. Girls have rules too."

"Oh, okay. Umm... listen. I... umm..."

"Oh, get it out."

"Well, you are attractive too."

"Well, thanks. You feel you needed to say that?"

"No, really. I mean, God, I never noticed before tonight, at least not consciously."

"Oh, this is getting better."

"No, it's just. Listen, I'll just say it, huh?"

"Please."

"Well, when you left, before, to go pee..."

"Yep."

"Well, I noticed as you walked out, well, the way your butt swayed."

"I sway?"

"Yeah, Viv, you sway. And your nightie clings to your knickers, and shows off your ass. There, said it!"

"It does?" She jumped up from the sofa then, and tried to look behind her back, rather unsuccessfully, then lifted her nightie a little, revealing the shiny black knickers covering her ass. "God, I shouldn't really dress like this for company, should I?"

"Well, I don't mind, even a bit."

"No?"

"Nope. Anyway, I forgot about that when you came back into the room."

"Forgot? I don't know if I like that. I hope you can see the smile on my face though."

"Yeah, I can. Relax. Umm... That's not all I can see."

"Huh?"

"You neglected to put a bra on."

"Oh, I..." Her hands pressed the thin material of her nightie to her chest, just below her breasts. "Oh, Jesus, that's a bit slutty, isn't it?"

"Might be if you did it on purpose."

"No, I... not that. I thought about the nightie though, and did that on purpose."

"Thanks."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Oh. You know, I really thought you fucked that girl on our sofa. All this time."

"Nope, sorry."

"Don't be. I was always jealous. I wished it was me. On the sofa. With you."

"Ah."

"Listen, tell me the truth. What's with the blanket?"

"Oh, I was... umm... intrigued, watching your bum, as you left, and I grabbed it. Then you came back, and the way you plopped down on the sofa..."

"How?"

"Well, bouncing breasts, and flashing panties..."

"I did not flash any panties."

"You did so."

"No way."

"Sit again, like you did then, and watch."

"No."

"Why not?"

"You just want a free thrill."

"Ah, so you admit the possibility?"

"Guess I have no choice. Tim?"

"Yep."

"I take it you've calmed down now?"

"What, after that slutty breast business?"

"Because I was hoping that..."

"Mmm..."

"I could snuggle under there with you."

"You trying to seduce me?"

"No, no... yes."

"Oh."

"You got a problem with that?"

"Only a logistics one. What if we get caught?"

"Nah, the olds never get up, and we will be quiet."

"You promise?"

"Depends how good you are. I'll try."

"What about Graeme?"

"I'm not much on incest."

"What? Oh. No, silly. What if he wakes up?"

"I'm willing to take the risk. You?"

"Yeah, I am if you are. But listen, sounds as though you have a lot more experience at this than me..."

"Well actually..."

"What?"

"Well, I think I thought of them all as substitutes for you, so in a way, you're just as experienced."

"I never had the orgasms. I've been cheated."

"Well, I did. You object that much?"

"No. In that case."

"And you've been jerking off all these years, if nothing else."

"How do you know?"

"Graeme told me."

"What? That bastard."

"Hee hee."

"What?"

"I made that up Tim. But too late now."

"Oh, you devious bitch."

"I never hear those sorts of words out of your mouth here. It's like you are talking dirty, just for me."

"I am. Sort of."

"Hmmm... tell me, how do you do it?"

"It?"

"Jerk off."

"What? Don't you have any limits Viv? There's only so much I can take in one day."

"Tell you what, can I do it?"

"Huh?"

"I want to hold your cock Tim. I want to rub it, the way you do. Shove over a bit, and lie down."

"God Viv, are you always like this?"

"Nope, I'm exceedingly brave tonight. Pull those down. God, I can see why you wanted the blanket."

"listen, could we maybe take that nightie off then?"

"You do it, Tim. I'm busy. I can stop to lift my arms for you, but that's it."

"My God Vivian, you are an angel."

"More of a devil, actually. Just don't tell Dad."

"Not much chance of that. Snuggle down here under this blanket, would you?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

"I'm a bit thick. Hot under here. Shall we lose the blanket?"

"Mmm... Hey, like this?"

"Oh, where the hell did you learn to do that?"

"Not telling. He's under age, and I wouldn't want to get him in trouble."

"You're kidding now, right?"

"You'll never know. Where did you learn that?"

"Oh, this?"

"God, that makes me tingle. You done that before?"

"Yeah, I've been near a few breasts. Nothing like this though. These are gorgeous."

"Well, thanks. I'd love to say I've been saving them for you..."

"God Viv, if you do that, I'm not going to last long."

"Shut up for a bit. I'm busy."

Taking command now, Vivian pushed me back on the cushions, stood up and removed the black panties, stopping to wiggle her ass at me again. "Sway do I? I'll show you sway!" Turning to face me again, she was completely naked, her pale smooth skin almost glowing in the dim light. A small dark thatch of hair perched between the tops of her legs, almost like the just-removed panties. And she approached me again, grinning wildly.

"How could I possibly have not noticed you all this time, Vivian?"

"Best buddy's sister. It's a well documented problem. So is fucking on a sofa. Lie back."

"Are you entirely sure..."

"Look, I'm on the pill. You're safe. Unless you want to stop, I'm going to fuck you. Last words?"

"Please?"

"Hee hee. You know, I always dreamed there would be a big long sensuous foreplay session, but right now, I just want you in me."

"Oh, God, me too Viv. Come here."

She crouched over me then, knees parted and positioned each side of my hips, a peek of pink visible as I looked down. The rest of her body was vertical, her breasts jutting out, nipples erect. Jiggling into position, she lowered herself slowly over my erection, the tip of it touching her lightly, her wetness apparent as she slid me slowly up and down her swollen mound, slipperiness oozing onto me. I looked at her face, as she excited herself with my touch, her eyes closed, her lips pursed in concentration.

Suddenly, without warning, she pushed herself down, hard, over my shaft, tight but lubricated, hot and wonderful, and ground her pelvic bone into mine, pulling me as deep as possible within her, filling herself completely, as though I were a toy, and her eyes flew open. Just as I was becoming accustomed to the feeling, a low groan escaped from her mouth, and she came, her vaginal muscles gripping even more tightly now, her whole body spasming above me, her chest pounding, breasts taut in the air, nipples almost bursting.

Somehow I held off still, trying desperately not to move, and she calmed down a little, her hands reaching out to grab mine. I thought she wanted to hold them, but she pulled them both to her breasts, her wishes obvious now, and I began to knead them carefully, my fingertips flicking over the hard nipples, groans escaping from her with each touch.

Staring directly at me now, and not saying a word, she started slowly to move over me, lifting a little and dropping again, as though reluctant to let my penis go. The movements became a little faster, a little further, just a touch harder.

As we locked eyes, she pursed her lips again, squinted her eyes, and I knew she was close. I was certain I couldn't stand much more, and started to move against her, opposing each little thrust of hers, still kneading her breasts with my hands, more roughly now, squeezing the nipples ruthlessly, and never letting my eyes leave hers.

Somehow, amidst all of this complicated dance, she was able to lean toward me, and whisper to me, in a desperate voice: "Now Tim, make me come now. Make me come again, with you inside me."

It was as though she had spoken a code word of some sort. Suddenly I couldn't hold on any longer, and I pulled almost completely out of her, and then thrust back, hard, my fingers twisting her nipples cruelly, somehow knowing she wanted me to, and I came, hot sticky fluid escaping desperately from my cock deep inside her, and she too was pushed too far, and orgasmed again, her furiously contracting muscles gripping me tightly as she went through a series of convulsions, panting and groaning.

Her hot sweaty body collapsed on mine then, and we both fell silent, muscles twitching all over both of our bodies, perspiration pooling, breath slowly calming, contorted faces relaxing.

Eventually, as our skins were cooling, she crawled up a little, put her mouth near my ear, and whispered very quietly. "That," she said, "was what I dreamed of." My cock twitched in response, and her muscles, still surrounding me, answered the same way. I just smiled and kissed her.

After a few minutes, just as I was falling asleep with Vivian on top of me, she lifted herself languorously from my chest, and stood on the floor. She leaned down then, kissed my forehead, and told me I had better get back to bed, unless I wanted to be caught here in the morning. I stumbled up from the couch, gave her another kiss, picked up my jockeys, and strolled back to Graeme's bedroom, a smile on my face, and nothing more to say. I turned in the doorway, and saw Viv pulling her knickers back on, still staring at me, a grin on her face.

The next morning, Vivian was nowhere to be seen, and No one seemed to realise anything had happened. It was Saturday, and I had promised to give Mum a hand moving some garden plants, so I left reasonably early, promising to be back late in the afternoon. Graeme and I were planning to go to a rock concert on the other side of town, and we needed time to get there and find a park within reasonable walking distance.

I walked down the street back home with what could only be described as an insane grin on my face, sat and ate some breakfast with Dad, and spent the rest of the morning cheerfully grumbling about gardening.

After a shower, and a quick lunch, Mum and Dad went out to do some shopping, and I had the house to myself. I sat down in the living room, turned the stereo on, and had a quiet beer. I really felt as though the world were a nice place.

I'd been sitting there for about an hour, changing CDs and relaxing, when there was a knock on the door. I was slightly annoyed, to tell the truth, not wanting anyone to interrupt my daydreams.

I opened the door, and my annoyance faded immediately, as the subject of my daydreams was standing there.

"Hello gorgeous," she said, her grin taking over her face again. "I wondered if you were here. Sorry I missed you this morning."

"Come on in, Viv. It's probably just as well. I wouldn't have known what to say."

"Yeah, well, I wanted to ease your mind on that one, if I could."

"Oh, how is that?"

"Well, I wondered if you thought you might have something of an obligation. Some macho requirement for it to be more than just last night."

We had reached the living room by then. "Listen, choose a CD, would you? I've run out of favourites. Then maybe you can listen. You never do, when you are talking." I softened my words with a smile.

"Bastard! Play this."

"Bitch! What is it? Oh, good choice. You put it on."

"I'm your slave?"

"Sort of. Listen."

"Yeah, alright."

"Viv, I don't feel any kind of obligation."

"No?"

"Nope. Nor is it a requirement. You seduced me after all."

"Yeah, guess I did. Well, I just wanted to check. I should go then."

The smile had completely left her face. I took her hand, and turned her toward me. "But, Vivian, if you just slow down a little, I think perhaps a better word might be opportunity."

The grin returned. "Oh yes, and how is that?"

"Well, now I know you are easy."

"Am I?"

"Sure you are. And now that I know, I can seduce you."

"You think?" She plopped down on the sofa, triggering memories of last night. Shirt and jeans can be just as sexy as a nightie, I can assure you.

"I know. The risk of rejection has almost disappeared. Instead of being my slave, you can be my slut."

"Says you."

"Yep. Now listen, the sun is shining in the window, so I can see you properly. There is no one home except us, nice music on the stereo. How about you relax, and just wait and see?"

"Hmm... sounds good, except you are the only one with a beer."

I doubt if anyone has ever seen me move so fast. I leaped to my feet, tore into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle from the fridge, wrenched the top off and flung it vaguely towards the sink, and ran back to Vivian, holding out the bottle breathlessly. "Here."

"Oh, thanks. Listen, can I tell you something?"

"Yeah, sure you can. What?"

"Can you hurry up with the seduction?"

"Huh?"

"Well, I'm a slut, I'm told, and a seducer."

"True. Not that there's anything wrong with that."

"Yeah, so you can skip the niceties really, and get on with it."

"You won't scream rape?"

"I might scream. Not rape."

"Give me that beer, and lie down there."

"Damn, let me have a sip. There you go. You got a thing about sofas?"

"Only since last night." I took the beer from her, and put it down on the serving hatch opening, just behind the couch. "Actually, don't lie down. Just let me check the coast is clear. Sit there and be good." I ran out through the kitchen again, and checked out through the front curtains before closing them. This way, if anyone came in, they had to get through the kitchen before they could see us.

Rushing back to Viv grinning at me yet again, I stood and looked at her. Then, without saying another word, I reached out and removed her shoes. Her bare feet were small and soft in my hands, and I kneaded them a little, before reaching up to grab the bottoms of her jean legs. I looked at her now, and she understood completely. Looking down for a moment, she undid the buttons on her jeans, slowly slid the zip down, and stared at me, daring me to continue. So I did.

With slow movements, I pulled the jean legs towards me, and Viv lifted her butt momentarily and slid forward. The jeans pulled down off her hips, down over her butt, and slid down her legs to me. As I threw the jeans across the room, she reached down and lifted the t-shirt over her head, exposing her delightfully bare breasts again. Her nipples were just as erect as the previous night, and here she was in knickers again.

This time, she was wearing a tiny burgundy thong, the small triangle in front barely covering her pubic hair. Kneeling now in front of her, I reached for the thin strings on her hips, and, as she raised her butt for me again, I slipped them down her legs, and off. Staying in a crouching position on the floor, I reached again for her hips, and pulled her towards me.

The odour of her excitement was strong, and I could see the flush in her face as I slowly spread her knees, exposing her most intimate parts in the sunlit room.

Still not speaking, I lowered my face between her legs, and started to gently lick her inner thighs, working my way slowly to her labia, judging my movements on the contented sighs escaping from above me. Licking up and down her labia now, I stopped occasionally to dip my tongue deep inside her. Each time I did this, she shuddered a little, and she gradually became hotter and wetter, her thighs thrusting at my rapid tongue any time I tried to pull back.

Slowly my wandering brought me closer and closer to her most tender part, and as I stroked my tongue finally across the surface of it, Vivian jumped, and then pressed hard into me, her need plain, and urgent. So I left the rest of the preliminaries behind, and concentrated on the little hard bump of pleasure, stroking and circling it with my tongue, as I explored deep inside her with a single finger.

I risked a look up, and Viv was sitting there with her eyes shut, concentrating hard on what I was doing, her hands caressing her breasts delicately. I knew I had to see her come, and I took her clitoris into my mouth, sucking and licking carefully, and then faster and faster, and then, as a low moan escaped from her mouth, her legs clamped on my head, and I felt her whole body shudder around my gently flicking tongue, her muscles jerking in time with her moans now, her whole body shaking.

I tried to stop moving my tongue, knowing it would be tender now, but she was moving too much herself, and I kept brushing against her, and making her jump again. Eventually, she pushed me away gently, and looked down at me, tears in her eyes.

"You know Tim, the next time I see Lucy, much as I hate her, I think I'll have to give her a big kiss."

"Hey, that was all me."

"You figured that out all by yourself?"

"Well..."

"Thought so. Damn, you are good though."

"Why thank you. I thought you were quite good too."

"Why thanks. I worked so hard at it."

"Uh huh."

"Listen, I'd love to return the favour."

"Well, I'm sure you'll get the opportunity."

"Now."

"Now?"

"Yep."

"Oh. I thought I was doing the seducing."

"You did. Finished. Great job too. So how about you come and kneel here in front of the slut. No, leave the clothes."

I knelt on couch in front of her, my knees between her legs, her face a little higher than my crotch. "Like this?"

"Yep. Just stay there. No talking. I have work to do."

"Gotcha boss."

"Shhh."

Crouching this way, I could see through the serving hatch into the kitchen. Remembering suddenly where we were, I looked around hurriedly, making sure we were still alone. I couldn't see anyone, and returned my concentration to the naked woman between my legs.

She started by gently stroking the front of my trousers, kneading the obvious bulge slowly, cupping my covered balls with her other hand, blowing hot air through the fabric of my trousers and underpants. After a few minutes of this, she grinned up and me, and slowly pulled the zip on my trousers down. She had trouble, as I would have, unzipping past the lump that had appeared behind, but she got there eventually.

Slowly then, she reached one hand the opening, and caressed me through my underpants before gently pushing them aside, and carefully removing my penis from the coverings, and out into the open air.

No sooner had she done that than she commenced licking the whole surface of it, causing it to twitch and jump around, much to Vivian's amusement.

Impervious now to problems, she took the very tip of my cock into her mouth, while she kneaded my butt cheeks with her hands. Very soon I lost any track of exactly what was happening, my attention taken in its entirety by the feelings in my crotch. Viv was sucking on my cock, drawing it down deep into her mouth and then almost releasing it, her tongue all the time dancing over the tip of it, hot and soft and wet, irresistible, lovely.

I could feel myself getting closer now, and couldn't help thrusting in time with her movements, urging her tongue to even more intricate movements on me, her lips scraping delightfully back and forth over the length of my member, punishing so very nicely.

Just as I thought I couldn't take it any more, and I was resigned to letting Viv know I was about come, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. It was Graeme, heading this way. Vivian felt me tense, and stopped moving, trying to work out what was happening.

Graeme burst through the kitchen door, and, seeing me through the hatch, started to walk through into the living room. I'm not terribly sensitive, but figured this had to be uncomfortable for at least one of us, so I told him to stop.

"Eh?" he answered, continuing to walk.

"No Graeme, stop there. Right there."

"Oh, come on Tim. What's the deal?"

"Just talk to me from there."

"Why?"

"Trust me, you would prefer it that way."

"You're not jerking off again are you, Timothy?"

He always called me Timothy when he thought I was doing something I shouldn't. I think it was a habit he picked up from my Mum. "No Graeme, promise. Look what do you want?"

"Want? You were going to meet me at my house, weren't you?"

"Huh?"

"The concert, remember?"

"Oh... yeah." I was finding it hard to concentrate now. Viv, realising who it was, had resumed her attentions, sliding up and down my cock, presumably wildly amused.

"So, you still coming?"

"Yeah, soon," I told him. "Real soon."

"I got the tickets. I assume you got a date?"

"Oh."

"You didn't, did you? Jeeze, what a waste."

"Oh yeah, hold on. I umm... yeah, I did."

"You did?" Viv stopped moving then too, as if to ask the same question.

"Yep."

"Who is it?"

"Vivian." She resumed what she was doing.

"Vivian who?"

"Vivian your sister, dummy."

"My SISTER?"

"Yeah."

"No."

"Yeah, really."

"You are NOT taking Viv to the concert with us."

"I am."

"She's not coming."

"She is so."

"No!"

"She is."

"I am?" Quietly, from between my legs.

"You are." Quietly again, confusing Graeme.

"Oh God, well, you better go get her then."

"She's already here."

"Oh, Jesus!"

"And you better go wait in the car."

"Why?"

I realised then that he could only see my face, and didn't have a clue what was happening. Nonetheless, I responded the only way I could think of: "We have to get dressed."

"Oh, fuck me!"

"No, me actually. Go, would you?"

As Graeme stamped out of the house, muttering something about rules, I returned my attention to Vivian, and as she reached up and squeezed my balls gently through my trousers, I could take no more, and exploded in her mouth, filling her with what seems like yards of come. My cock kept pulsing, and pumping liquid, and I tried to pull it out of her mouth, but she grabbed my ass, and pulled me close again, cleaning me gently with her tongue, swallowing everything that I could give her, and when she eventually let me go, she licked her lips.

"Told you I was a slut."

"Mmmm...."

"Yeah. Listen, you don't have to take me to the concert."

"No."

"So I..."

"I don't have to..."

"...could just head..."

"I want to. Will you come with me?"

Her response was to pull my face down to hers, and plant a deep kiss.

"I'll take that as a yes. Come on, we have to go. And get some clothes on, for God's sake. What a slut."

"Your slut."

"My slut. That has a nice ring to it. Wonder if we've got time....nah, come on, better go."