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SUNSHINE FOLLOWS THE RAIN
Chapter 10 Sibling Rivalries bg
Deana had noticed something different about her sister lately. They had been pals most of their lives. But then she started growing and her body started changing. Deana teased her about the bumps on her chest and the hair that was starting to grow between her legs. Things seemed really different after they went to camp last summer. Then she met Rex. She was acting sort of dreamy all the time and always talking about him. Deana had started noticing boys as well, so she couldn’t blame her and was a little envious. Rex was really cute and a ninth grader besides. He had long wavy hair and cool blue eyes and had muscles. He was so much more mature than the boys in her class, and when he smiled he was so “sexy”.
She had decided Carl wasn’t so bad and they had been sort of boyfriend and girlfriend most of the school year. He had even kissed her once behind the old annex building. He was really cute but kind of immature, and acted kind of silly when other boys were around. But when it was just the two of them he tried hard to be cool, and also kept trying to get her to go up in the tree house with him. Of course she knew what he wanted to do up there. A long time ago they had played doctor and “show me” together, and he kept reminding her. But that was ages ago, and she couldn’t even remember what he looked like down there.
She had been home from school for almost two hours and was lounging on her bed with a magazine, when her sister strolled in. “So where have you been?” she inquired.
“Oh, just at school, and then stopped to talk to a friend,” Diane answered sort of vaguely. Deana noticed her sister was a little flushed and it wasn’t from cold.
“Yeah, right, you’ve been with Rex haven’t you?” Diane gave her sister a ‘hand in the cookie jar’ look.
“What makes you say that,” Diane asked, wondering what gave her away.
“Oh, just the way you act. And I’ll bet you were all lovey-dovey and making out, huh?”
“That’s none of your business,” Diane retorted, realizing in an instant that she had confirmed the accusation.
“I’m going to take a shower,” the older sister announced. Diane was a little worried now. If Deana could tell what she’d been up to, she wondered if her parents could. Deana watched over the top of her magazine as her sister undressed. She was jealous of her sister’s body. Her boobs were almost perfect, a “B” cup already and nice firm cones. She’d had ‘em since she was Deana’s age and hers were only just starting. Her nicely shaped hips and long coltish legs came into view as Diane dropped her school skirt and tossed it on her bed before striding into the bathroom the sisters shared.
Deana noticed the door was still ajar, not unusual for the girls, and after the water had been running a few minutes in the shower the younger girl felt compelled to peek in on her sister. She could see her naked image behind the frosted glass door and watched as he sister ran her soapy hands over her body. Diane seemed to pause at her boobs and then her crotch taking a little extra time there.
When her sister turned off the water, Deana scurried back into the room and hopped back on her bed. Diane emerged a few minutes later still damp and sat naked on her bed pulling the towel up to dry her hair. Deana eyed her sister lithe body again. She dropped the magazine and asked, “So when you and Rex make out, do let him like, feel you up and stuff?” She really already knew the answer.
“That’s none of your business,” Diane snapped. Then she looked up and saw the look on her sister’s face, and recognized the same curiousness she had at the same point in sixth grade. “Sometimes,” she said, “Just a little.” She softened her look and smiled at her younger sister. “But you can’t tell anybody ever,” she admonished.
“I won’t,” Deanna said, but her mind was hungry for more information. There was so much talk on the playground about boys and a couple of the girls seemed to know what they were talking about. There were whispered stories and giggling leaving gaggles of girls and Deana in particular with pre-teen fantasies.
Diane was always in a hurry to finish her homework. Then she would rush out telling her mom she was going to one or the other of her girlfriends’ houses. Deana didn’t buy the story. The voyeur in her wanted to see her sister making out with Rex. So she had been hurrying through her own homework so she would go out and discover what she suspected, Diane would be meeting Rex somewhere. She would keep her distance and often lost sight of them, but other times catch them in a secluded spot making out.
She confirmed what her sister had admitted, that she let Rex feel her up. When she could spy on them in secret she observed Rex’s hand going under Diane’s shirt more than once. And when her sister wore a skirt the boy’s hand seemed to slip easily under it. At first she was in shock, then interested. Finally she started imagining what it must feel like for a boy to feel her. She tried to remember all of what she had done with Carl, but it had faded with time. In bed at night and sometimes in the shower she would run her hands over her flesh and touch herself in “those” places.
Deana’s tits were starting to grow showing now as little pointed nipples on top of little swells. There were at least half a dozen girls in her sixth grade class who had bigger ones than she did. A couple of the girls at school, the ones with tits, bragged about letting boys feel them up. And after the dumb little class that was supposed to be sex education, and the drawings they all saw, two girls admitted to doing it all the way with a boy, although they wouldn’t say who they did it with.
Deana had figured it all out, before and confirmed it on the playground before the class. She expounded how gross the whole concept was with the other giggly girls but inside she was fascinated with the prospect of a boy’s thing going inside. Her imagination took charge one night in bed as she thought about Carl and Rex and how their hands would feel on her and she let her hand slide down to her sex. She had washed and probed inside before in the shower and cupped her fingers over it a few times, but now she was being more aggressive. She rubbed over the small little bump marveling at the sensation then slowly pressed a finger inside the crevice and slid down to the lower hole. Probing gently she pressed in through the tight skin until she felt a twinge and held still a few seconds.
As she let it rest inside, she decided it didn’t feel so bad and slowly moved her finger a little deeper, and then back out wondering if that’s how it felt with a boy. The wetness on her finger felt really good on the little eraser-like bump at the top of her slit, and that’s where she began rubbing. After a few minutes it felt like she needed to pee, so she slowly slid out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, trying not to wake her sister. Closing the door quietly and turning on the light, she sat on the toilet.
Now, for some reason, she didn’t feel quite like peeing. She looked down between her legs. A soft down was beginning to appear on her lower lips. It was blonde like her hair and still soft. She pressed her finger down the pink crevice and once again into to hole at the bottom. It didn’t sting this time. She pressed it in and out a couple of times, then pulled it out and traced back up to the little pointed button at the top. That was it, when she touched and rubbed that it sent tingles through her pre-teen body. All at once a chill went through her and she felt her body shudder. “That was it,” she thought, “That’s what some of the girls were talking about.”
After that discovery, Deana kept exploring and experimenting. Probing with one finger led to two, then marking pens and even the handle of her hair brush. All the time her imagination dwelled on the sensation being caused by a boy, and she wanted more. She wanted a boy to look at her like Rex looked at her sister.
“Come on Deana, you know you want to. I mean we’re going together now and we’re supposed to make out and stuff,” Carl pleaded.
“I know what ‘stuff’ you want to do,” Deanna protested. She knew when she had followed him out to the tree house on a warm Saturday, that she was going to give in and go up with him, but she didn’t want to make it too easy for him. He really was getting cuter all the time and her curiosity was racing to keep up with her hormones. She was better acquainted with her body now, but more than curious about his parts, or any boy’s for that matter.
“Come on, we can just play around a little,” he went on.
“OK, but just a little,” she finally conceded after a few more minutes.
Carl grinned widely. She was finally going to go up in the tree house with him. “Now if he could only get her naked,” he thought. Ever since the little adventure with Diane he was obsessed with doing more. He had loved the warm wetness of a pussy on his pre-teen dick and wanted to feel it again. Corn-holing with his brother and a couple of friends was a lame substitute, he’d decided. He had been able to get Jill, the girl down the street to go up and even got her naked a couple of times. But when he’d tried to put his dick in her she protested. She was only ten. So he settled for jacking off with her and her brother.
Carl went up first to open the trap door and waited as Deana climbed up. Her blonde hair was tied up in two pony tails, each with a different color ribbon. Her lips were slightly pink as if she had tried some lipstick but wiped it off. She was wearing a light weight cotton top and jeans. Looking down he could see past the neckline of her top and confirm she was not wearing a bra, not that she needed one yet, but the brief glimpse of her little points got his attention. She sensed where he was looking but wasn’t concerned knowing she would probably lose her top in a matter of minutes.
As soon as Deana cleared the hatch and Carl had shut it, she looked around surprised at the size of the structure. Carl acted as a tour guide for a few minutes pointing out the refinements, and then they sort of sat on their knees looking at each other. Deana read the sly look on Carl’s face. “So what do I have to do?” she asked, already knowing the answer.
“The rule is you have to show me something,” Carl said. “So like take my top off?” she asked, again knowing the answer.
“Yeah,” Carl replied expectantly. The boy was getting excited. Deana didn’t have much in the way of tits, not like her sister. But he hadn’t seen her topless since they were little and she had a boy’s chest. And he reasoned hopefully that it was just a start.
“OK,” Deana conceded, “But first you have to kiss me.” She had decided that she wanted to try to control what was happening and besides, since they were supposed to be going together she reasoned they should be making out. They had furtively touched lips on several occasions, but hadn’t really done any romantic making out and she had decided that was the price for Carl seeing her little boobs or anything she decided to show him.
“Sure,” Carl said enthusiastically, and bent forward resting on his hand pushing his face toward Deana’s. He wasn’t sure about all this kissing stuff but was willing to try anything. Their lips touched, a little stiffly at first, and then they both softened slightly before they broke off. Deane smiled as if she had just won, and pulled her top over her head crossing her arms over her chest. She savored the hungry look on Carl’s face and slowly let her arms drop, holding her hands on her tiny tits for just a few seconds.
“Whoa, they’re really growing, they look nice,” the twelve-year-old boy breathed. They were not very big, just pointed nipples on little cones of flesh, not as big as her sister’s had been at this age. But Deana was proud they were at least growing and admitted to herself that she wanted to show them off, especially to Carl. A rush of pride went through her at the look on the boy’s face. She noticed him bend a little to hide the little bulge in his jeans. She decided to go further.
“So what about you?” she said. He looked at her a second and grinned. “I’ll take my shirt off, too,” he said, and pulled his tee shirt over his head. Carl was slim to the point of skinny. His recent growth spurt had left him taller but sort of gangly. His chest and arms were just beginning to show some definition. It was his dick that had started it, reaching a full four inches already and becoming a vessel for the thin, sterile boy semen that was beginning to leak out when he jacked off.
Deana had seen plenty of boys without shirts. Now she was interested in something else. “So what now?” she asked.
Carl quickly recalled the game with Diane. “Well now the rules are if you take something else off, I have to match it,” he grinned slyly.
“So if I take my jeans off, you have to, too?” she asked. “Umm hum,” Carl responded hopefully.
“OK, but you have to kiss me again.” Carl moved quickly this time and pressed his face close to Deana’s. Their lips touched more softly this time and Deana put her hand behind Carl’s head and pressed the kiss more firmly. She smiled in satisfaction at the surprised look on the boy’s face. Then she had a thought. It wasn’t very long ago that they were playing cowboys and Indians. She had lost interest in little kid games and wondered for a second if Carl had. She knew girls matured faster and sometimes had older boyfriends like her sister. But Carl was here and he was her boyfriend.
She watched his face as she unsnapped and pulled the zip on her jeans. He was mesmerized as the denim cleared her hips and revealed her skimpy panties, perhaps the sexiest she owned, with the little cartoon figure right on the front. “Now you,” she instructed.
Carl’s eyes were glued to the cartoon character as he quickly whisked his pants down and pulled off his sneakers before clearing his ankles. When he rose back up on his knees, his white cotton briefs were tented out just below the elastic. Deana wanted to see it. When they had played naked before they were both so little she couldn’t remember what it looked like. She had gone this far she might as well go on.
“So, your turn,” Carl grinned. “Kiss me again,” Deanna said. This time the boy didn’t hesitate and moved forward so they were closer and pressed his face against Deana’s. When their lips touched, Deana put her hands on his shoulders and he did the same, resting just over her collar bones. When they held the kiss, Carl let one hand slip down until he felt Deana’s firm pointed nipple under his palm. She didn’t protest and he massaged it gently before leaning back.
Deana smiled as she hooked her thumbs in the elastic at the front of her panties and slowly pulled the waistband down but without revealing anything. In a flash of cruel feminine instinct she turned and tugged and teased the anxious boy before finally facing him and tugging the front of the fabric down to reveal her virtually hairless crack. She held them there just below the junction of her legs and torso teasing the boy some more. As she relented she pushed the panties past her knees and said, “Now you.”
Carl was riveted and didn’t hesitate, pulling the elastic over his rigid boy dick and dropping the cotton over his knees. When he rose up again the pole from the tent was sticking straight out and up pulsing slightly with the boy’s excited heartbeat. He was no more excited than Deana.
“There it was,” she thought, “A real boy’s dick, not just a picture.” She could see the rounded sack below and make out two small orbs in the wrinkled skin.
They studied each other closely. Carl quickly compared his now naked girlfriend to the few others he and his brother had enticed in the tree house, and he visualized Deana’s sister from last summer. This girl was not as developed but certainly cute, and sexy, and he quickly wondered if she would let him do what Diane had. “So do you want to kiss again,” he asked. She smiled and moved in front of him. This time they let their bodies touch. Carl felt Deana’s firm tits against his chest and she felt the stiff little shaft press against her belly.
“Let’s move over here,” Carl suggested, motioning toward a rug with some old quilts thrown over it. They lounged against a rolled rug and Carl moved on his side and started to kiss Deana again. He wasn’t expert at kissing but he was learning fast and had something else in mind.
“This is it,” Deana thought, “I’m really making out, and with a naked boy.” When she felt his hand cover her tiny tit again she didn’t flinch. It felt really good. She sort of expected his hand to drift down and it did. When she felt his fingers cross over her bare mound she reached for his middle with one hand. Carl gasped slightly when he felt fingers other than his own close around his boy dick. They played with each other for several minutes, her squeezing and feeling, he probing and fingering, more intent on this activity than even kissing. She let her thighs part a little and her hips flex up to the horny boy’s hand.
“So do you want to do it?” Carl asked after they were both becoming more heated.
“I don’t think so, not yet,” Deana responded. His finger had felt really good and she really liked it when he rubbed her button, but he hadn’t kept doing it. He rolled against her pressing his stiff weenie against her thigh and trying to spread her legs a little wider.
“Come on, let me do it. I’ll just put it in a little,” he coaxed, leaning his turgid tool toward Deana’s bare leg.
“I don’t think I want to do that yet,” she said.
“Come on, just a little bit, you’ll like it. You’re sister let me do it.” He knew the minute he said it he shouldn’t have, but it just came out.
“What? You did it with my sister? How, I mean, when did…” She stiffened and pulled away from his hands.
“Last summer, when you were at camp, she came up,” he knew he was in trouble and needed to talk his way out of it. Maybe if Deana thought her sister did it she would, too. “She was looking for Corey, but he was gone and she came up and we just, you know, did it a little.” It wasn’t working, Deana’s expression told him.
“But you were supposed to be my boyfriend,” she said tersely. “Not officially then,” he defended, “And she wasn’t going with Rex then, I mean, it was just for fun.”
“Yeah, right,” she said and started reaching for her clothes. “I have to get home,” she announced and started dressing. “Don’t be mad,” Carl lamented, “I shouldn’t have told you. I mean, we were just messing around. I really like you, you’re my girlfriend and I want to make out and do stuff with you.”
“I know what you want to do,” Deana retorted. Then her expression softened and she leaned forward and kissed Carl stiffly. Then reaching between them she grabbed his still naked dick and squeezed it. “Maybe next time,” she said, and disappeared down the hatch.
Carl was confused and still horny. He had been so close and she acted like she wanted to do it. He had no choice but to grip his pulsing dick and finish himself leaving a few drops of clear semen on his hand and wishing he had left it elsewhere.
Deana was angry, confused, and jealous. She was already to let Carl, her boyfriend, do it. Then she finds out he had already done it with her sister. Now she was convinced Diane must be doing it with Rex. All the signs were there, sneaking out, letting him feel her up, and pretending to be at a friend’s house. She rehearsed her confrontation speech under her breath but when she reached her house Diane wasn’t there. She had just left to go over to her friend Tina’s, her mother said. “Not likely,” Deana thought. She sat on the edge of her bed her thought spinning when an idea came to her.
She quickly changed out of her shorts and pulled on a pair of Levi’s, then bolted out of the house promising her mom to be back a little later. Then she mulled over where she would go if she wanted to be alone with a boy, somewhere in the neighborhood. Ruling out the Paulsen’s tree house, of course she headed down the long slope behind their subdivision. There were trees and rocks and gulleys and, of course, the old outbuildings and remnants of the long gone farm where she and her sister used to play and the obvious appeared.
As Deana approached the remains of the old gazebo that was built on the edge of the hill, she heard voices. Quietly she circled around to the side. The old structure was still standing mostly complete. A few rails had broken and fallen down on one side but the roof was still up and one side next to the hill side was covered with old vines that were just beginning to leaf out. Deana crept up over the back side so she could look down through the vines without being seen. She and her sister had played here a lot when they were little. Now she suspected Diane had a new game.
She was right. The voices had stopped and as she looked in the old gazebo her sister Diane was wrapped in her boyfriend Rex’s arms and they were kissing passionately. The duo started really making out and even from a distance Deana could sense the heat. She moved a little closer. They had only been at it a few minutes when she saw Rex’s hand go up under the front of Diane’s knit top. He was feeling her up. Then both of his hands snaked around her sister’s back and he was obviously fumbling at the catch on her bra.
When he succeeded in releasing it his hands went to the hem of Diane’s top and lifted it bra and all over her head. There was Diane, naked from the waist up, displaying her wonderfully full teen breasts to her boyfriend. He studied them a few minutes then bent his head down. Deana stifled a gasp. He was sucking her tits! Rex was sucking Diane’s tits! She couldn’t keep herself from pressing her hand to her own little points as a tingle went through them.
She stayed fascinated when Rex moved up, kissing Diane some more and sort of guided her back to an old box that the girls used to use as a table for tea parties. Moving slightly to keep the pair in sight she stifled another gasp as Rex slid both hands under Diane’s skirt and up her bare legs. She watched in awe as her sister lifted her legs letting Rex slide her thin pink panties down her legs and off of her ankles. Leaning back and lifting her knees, Diane let her skirt slide up to the tops of her thighs. Deana could see the sparse shadow at her junction until Rex stepped up and cupped his hand over the mound.
Then the boy leaned over and started kissing her sister again but with one hand busy between her legs. Rex was blocking the view but there was no doubt in Deana’s mind; he was doing what Carl had done to her with his fingers. She felt a tingle between her own legs. After a few short minutes Rex stepped back, and Deana had to duck as the boy took a look around. Peeking up again, she felt her heart leap into her mouth. Rex was pulling down his jeans. He paused, pulling something out of a pocket then pushed his pants the rest of the way off. Turning slightly to the side he followed with his white jockey shorts.
Deana swallowed a gasp. There it was, Rex’s stiff boy dick, bobbing up and down. It was big. Deana could see the large sack below it and the ample nest of hair at the base. The boy quickly tore at the small package and turned appearing to pull something over his magnificent male organ, and glancing around again moved between her sister’s legs. When she rose back up from her second quick duck, Deana watched as Rex looked between him and Diane and moved his hips forward. Then he moved his hands to either side and took hold of Diane’s hips.
Slowly Rex began to move in a way that Deana knew could only mean one thing; he was in her, they were doing it, all the way, home run, screwing, fucking. She shoved her own hand down the front of her jeans to the wetness that was developing in her crack. She watched, fascinated as her sister’s legs came around Rex’s bare butt and the boy’s slim round cheeks clenched as he pumped forward and back. Her little bump was stiff and she massaged it then plunged a finger down and into her wet tunnel. She was envious of what her sister must be feeling and found herself wishing she had let Carl do it.
Even from a distance she could hear the duo quietly gasping as Rex leaned over Diane and sped up his thrusting. Then Deana felt that tingle start to ripple through her own loins and tried to stifle as gasp as the couple below her sagged limply together. “Had she just made a sound?” A little panic went through her. She didn’t want to be discovered. Glancing down she could see Rex and Diane still locked together and slowly crawled back and quietly slipped away.
She brushed and dusted her jeans from the crawl through the brush before going back in the house and quickly retreated to her room. She pulled off her jeans and dusty shoes and started to pull her shorts back on when she felt the breeze on her damp panties and noticed a musky odor. She undressed and stepped in the shower rinsing quickly. When her sister returned over and hour later, she was dressed and casually leafing through a magazine.
Had she stayed a little longer she would have witnessed another episode between Diane and Rex. But the vision of their activity was imbedded in her brain and lying in bed later that night she imagined herself in the gazebo first with Rex, then with Carl. Glancing over to confirm her sister was asleep she let her hand slip under her thin night gown and into her panties. She moved first one slim finger then two in and out of her wet hold then concentrated on the little bump at the top of the crack and a few minutes later felt herself gasp when the feeling took hold of her again.
Diane had been awake with visions of her own. She was deliriously happy. Her boyfriend was big and strong and good looking and a great lover. “They had done it, what four times now since that first time at the party?” And each time was getting better. Like this afternoon when they had gone off together. And the gazebo was a perfect place. They’d have to be careful though because other kids knew about it. The best was when they were alone at Rex’s house, and could be completely naked and have lots of time to do it a bunch of ways. She couldn’t help it. She loved to feel his body, and loved to feel him in her.
There was some rustling noised behind her coming from Deana’s side of the room. She could hear her sister’s breathing. Then she heard a muffled gasp. Could she be… yes she could. Little sister was frigging herself off. Diane smiled to herself as she drifted off to sleep.
Deana could hardly even look at her sister for the next week, let alone talk to her much. Her mind was whirling. She was still angry at her sister for what she had done with her boyfriend but fascinated with what she was doing with her own. A couple of girls at school had bragged about letting boys do it. And she knew several girls had gone up in the tree house with the Paulsen brothers. She wondered if Carl or his brother had done it with any of them. She tried to disguise her pouting mood and vacillated from anger to jealousy.
It was when the girls’ mother announced that they were going to drive out of town to visit their aunt Emma that a plan for revenge sprouted. “Don’t you want to come with us?” their mother had asked. Diane quickly came up with an excuse for not going and Deana sensed her sister’s motives. Then she quickly invented an excuse of her own that involved spending the day at a friend’s house. She made sure her sister had heard her plans and saw the wheels turning in Diane’s head.
The parents left early, after instructions and promising to be home about dark. Deana made a show of leaving with her commitment to be gone until late. When she left she made sure to take a key to the back door and circled around the block and doubled back to the house staying behind the big bushes in the back yard. She was sure Diane had watched her go through the drapes.
Almost forty-five minutes later she was almost convinced her plan wasn’t working when she saw Rex arrive on his bike and pull around behind the garage. Diane met him at the back door wearing a skimpy halter top and shorts. She glanced around even knowing that their backyard wasn’t visible to neighbors and ushered the boy in.
Deana waited, wondering how long she should, and then finally crept up to the back door to the garage. She slipped through quietly and, as she expected found the back door to the house locked. Her sister had been careful. As stealthily as she could she turned the key in the dead bolt, twisted the knob and pushed the door open. There was a slight squeak and she held still but heard nothing else. She slipped in slowly pushed the door shut, and slipped off her shoes.
Theirs wasn’t a particularly large house. It had been built on split levels to accommodate the terrain. The kitchen breakfast nook and dining room were all in this part of the house next to the garage, along with family room that was their dad’s favorite. A short stairway led up to the master bedroom and a guest room while another longer set of stairs led down to a spacious family room and the girls’ bedroom and bath. Deana was pretty sure where her sister and her boyfriend would be. The big sectional couch was cozy and inviting.
Without knowing how far or how fast they had gone, Deana crept slowly down the stairs trying to avoid making any noise. The wall on the side ended before the steps did and they finished with a turned oak railing. Peeking from the edge of the wall and looking through the rungs gave the girl an overhead view of the big couch. Diane and Rex hadn’t wasted any time, they were already at it. Diane was naked except for her thin white ankle socks and lying on her back with her legs spread widely and bent at the knees. Her arms were around Rex’s neck who was totally naked and between Diane’s legs flexing his hips slowly in and out.
Rex was making love slowly gliding in and out, savoring the experience and making it last. He knew they had all day and it was great being completely naked with Diane. His chest was pressed against her firm tits and his lips were locked with hers as he plunged his tongue slowly in and out of her mouth matching the movement of his stiff, latex covered dick. They had done it enough now that he was learning how to get her off early and often saving himself as much as he could.
Diane was pleased with her luck. They had the day to be all alone and completely naked which made it so much better than fumbling around clothes. She was almost ashamed at how much she liked the feel of Rex’s body against hers and his penis moving inside her. Until last summer at camp she hardly knew what an orgasm was. Now Rex gave her one almost every time they did it. And he wanted to do it all the time.
He body began craving that feeling again. Diane slid her hands down Rex’s bare back encouraging him and feeling him start moving a little faster. She pulled her mouth from his and hugged him tightly curling her heels around his legs and flexed her pelvis up to meet him. She opened her eyes at a slight sound and shrieked. “Deana! What are you doing?”
“Just watching you guys screw,” the blonde girl said, settling on a step.
“Oh, shit!” Rex blurted as Diane gasped another unintelligible word. Rex sat up as Diane tried to push him off. As the boy glanced around searching for clothes Deana gaped at his latex covered dick. She watched him slide the rubber off before stepping into his shorts without locating his underwear. Diane was still spluttering, as she pulled on panties and a tank top.
“Just what do you think you’re doing?” the older girl hissed.
“Like I said,” Deana answered, “Just watching you guys screw.”
Diane flushed beat red. “I thought you were gone, I mean, how you …why were you spying on us?”
Deana let her sister sputter for a few seconds. “I wasn’t spying, I just came home, and I have a key.” She waved the key at her sister, deciding not to admit to the spying. Rex stood quietly eyeing the sisters.
“You can’t say anything, I mean; you won’t tell on us, will you?” Diane’s expression had gone from anger to fear and now to worry. She eyed the smirk on her sister’s face and asked again, “You won’t tell, will you?”
“That depends,” Deana said, feeling bolder now, “I want something.” Diane looked at her sister not liking what she heard. “Let’s talk,” Deana said standing and hopping down the stairs, giving Rex a little smile as she passed and went into the bedroom with her sister in tow.
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