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From: One Gallus <onegallus@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} V for VAUGHN 2 by One Gallus
Date: Wed,  8 Nov 2000 18:10:06 -0500
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Part 2

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V FOR VAUGHN Part 2 
By One Gallus 
Content: (mf, inc masturb, oral, underage 
experimentation)
Disclaimer
Not to be read:  
by anyone under the age of 18
or if it violates the standards or laws of 
your community: 
or if adult erotica offends you. 
Not to be posted on any site, or changed or 
used in any way without author's permission.

V FOR VAUGHN 
Part 2

I stood in the shower with the hot water 
splashing against me.  I looked down at my 
shorts, clean now, and wadded up, perched on 
the side of the bathtub.  I was very 
excited, and yet I was relaxed at the same 
time.  I knew Vivian and I had done 
something we shouldn't, but I didn't care.  
I had never had such a sensational 
experience.   My own touching paled in 
contrast to another touching me.  I dried my 
self off and was fastening the towel around 
my middle when I heard a knock at the door.  

I opened it, expecting to see Vivian's wide 
grin and squint eyes.  Instead, I beheld 
Vicki's beautiful face.  Her eyes were wide, 
like Mom's, and she was tall and slender 
like her too, and she had those pretty 
curves like Mom had.  She smiled at me as 
she always did.  She was wearing her 
bathrobe.  Her fresh, clean pajamas were 
hanging on her arm. 

"Hi, darling, are you through?  I need to 
take a shower right away." Vicki always used 
those endearments, like "darling," or 
"sweetheart."  If that sounds saccharin, it 
shouldn't, because it was as natural on 
Vicki's lips as "scum-bag" would have been 
on Vivian's.

"Sure," I said, responding to the sweetness, 
and I reached for my jeans and shirt, and 
put them in the hamper.

I padded to my room, and looked toward 
Vivian's room.  The door was closed and 
there was no light under the door. Across 
from my own room was Vicki's room, and I 
glanced in.  The objects on the floor made 
me halt.  Her skirt was there, as if she had 
unzipped it and let it fall to her feet.  On 
top of the skirt were her white panties, 
which she must have drawn straight down and 
deposited there.  I paused, and heard the 
water in the shower begin to run, so I felt 
safe enough to go into Vicki's bedroom, 
attracted by the garments on the floor. 

I looked down at her panties.  They seemed 
to have a light stain on them, clear, but a 
little darker than the surrounding fabric.  
I picked them up with two fingers, and 
looked closer.  There were a few spots of 
the stain on the front of the panties, but 
on the crotch, it was thick, and it was wet.  
I took them into my hands and pulled out the 
crotch straight, stretching it a little.  A 
few curly short hairs had stuck in the 
fabric, and I grew hard at the sight.  By 
now my heart was pounding and I felt I must 
be in danger of getting caught.  I thought I 
saw something familiar on the panty crotch, 
but I couldn't tell for sure. I went to the 
light switch by the door, still hearing the 
water beat against the shower stall.  I 
turned on the light and held the panties 
under the brightness. There it was.  There 
were four or five tiny gel-like flecks 
glistening in the stain.  I had seen this 
sort of stuff before.  In fact, I myself had 
put this kind of matter on towels during the 
final throes of masturbation.  I sniffed the 
panties and I smelled Vicki's scent, very 
strong, but I smelled something else too, a 
boy-smell, a smell like my own.

I switched off the light, went back to my 
room, and shut he door.  The panties were in 
my hand, the evidence of my perfect sister's 
sinful sexual adventure.  Then I wondered 
what she would think if she came back and 
found that her panties were missing.  Should 
I return them?  I fretted with the decision 
and then had an idea.  I held the panties up 
and looked at the frilly border around the 
legs.  There were also tiny blue flowers 
around the elastic of the waist.  I saw the 
dip in the waistline and knew them to be a 
bikini fit.  I tossed them under my bed.  I 
then darted across the hall and quickly 
entered Vicki's room, going directly to her 
chest of drawers.  I found her panty drawer 
and found several pair of panties that were 
exact matches to what was under my bed, the 
same frills were there, the same blue 
flowers, the bikini cut. I took one and 
stretched out the crotch.  I spat several 
times in its center, saturating the strip.  
In fact, I spat until I was dry.  Then I 
rubbed the crotch on the carpet to soil it a 
bit, then I dropped the panties loosely on 
top of Vicki's skirt and quickly scanned the 
room for signs of my pilfering.  Satisfied, 
I exited quickly and as I did, I heard the 
shower water turn off.

I lay back on my bed, my towel across me, 
and stared at the ceiling.  I mostly held my 
breath, to listen for signs that Vicki had 
discovered I had been in her room.  I heard 
her leave the bathroom, humming.  The 
humming continued but muffled slightly as I 
heard her moving about in her room. Then the 
sound sharpened slightly as I heard more 
activity outside in the hallway.  Finally I 
jumped up and cracked open my door and saw 
her as she was entering the bathroom, her 
skirt under her arm, bundled around 
something white peeking out of the folds. 
"Did you call me?" I asked. 

She turned her head toward me as she 
entered. "No, babe, just singing!" she 
smiled, then went in.  I heard the hamper 
lift and fall, and she came back, switching 
off the bathroom light.

"You must have had a good time!  I smiled, 
feeling my face beginning to redden.

We did, hon, you'll have to come with us 
next time," she said.

"Good deal!  Night!"

"Night, babe," she said, and resumed her 
humming.

I closed and locked my door and sat on the 
edge of my bed, contemplating the treasure 
below me.  I reached underneath and brought 
out the panties, studying them now at my 
leisure.  I smelled again, played my fingers 
in the damp.  Looked at the curly dark hairs 
caught in the fabric.  They were definitely 
my sister's hairs.  Aaron was blonde.  

In my room, the angle of the roof cut a 
downward slope so that my ceiling was angled 
with the gable.  It intersected a low 3-foot 
wall in which a small door had been cut.  
Behind this door, under the rafters, was a 
storage area, which contained Christmas 
decorations.  Only twice a year, in the 
middle of December, and at the last of 
December, was this door opened.  I made an 
exception that year, wrapping Vicki's soiled 
panties in the towel from around my waist, 
and placing it behind a box of ornaments.  

That night, with my penis in my hand, I 
visualized Vicki with her beautiful eyes and 
smile.  Then like a special effect in the 
movies, my vision changed to Vivian's face, 
leering at me with her wicked grin, and 
scrunched-up eyes.  What a strange and 
wonderful combination!  I pulled the covers 
up over me and slept nude that night, very 
soundly, my penis in my hand, dreaming of my 
treasure.
 
The next morning, I pulled on a pair of 
briefs and darted to the bathroom to pee. As 
I stood before the toilet, I glanced around, 
and saw that my wet underwear, which I had 
wrung out and placed at the side of the tub, 
had been removed.  Also, all the towels and 
wash cloths hanging from their racks were 
fresh and clean. I flushed and soaped my 
hands and washed them, splashing clear water 
on my face. I dried with a fresh towel, hung 
it up and raised the hamper lid.  It was 
half full of damp towels and washcloths but 
there on top were Vicki's skirt and panties.  
"Yes!"  I said under my breath.  I brushed 
my teeth, then silently stepped back out 
into the hallway. I noticed along the way 
that Vivian's door was still closed and dark 
at the crack underneath.  She was still 
asleep. 

Vicki's room was open and empty, and I 
stepped in.  The morning light filtered 
through the venetian blinds making it very 
easy to see.  On her bed were her purse, a 
pair of blue jeans, and a yellow cotton 
sleeveless shirt.  Her purse was a 
drawstring type, and it had been left open 
slightly.  I went back to the door, and 
stuck my head out, nothing moving.  Then I 
walked back to the bed and ran my fingers 
down into Vicki's purse widening the 
opening, and looked.  I didn't know what I 
was looking for, but after examining her 
panties last night, I was interested in 
anything I could find.  Her keys were on 
top, and I slid them to the side.  Next was 
a compact.  Then came a tampon, still sealed 
in its blue paper.  I moved it aside, and 
there was another compact below that.  I 
flipped it out of the way and when I did, I 
saw that it was not a compact at all, but a 
pink plastic case with little holes fixed 
around most of the circular edge, obviously 
for pills.  She had taken all the pills.  
There was a prescription sticker pasted in 
the middle with Vicki's name on it. I tried 
to memorize the name of the prescription, 
saying it over to myself but I thought I 
knew what it was. "You can take a pill for 
that," Vivian had instructed me.

The floor creak and I jumped.  It was 
nothing but the sounds of a house, but I had 
been in the room long enough, so I shook the 
contents of the purse together, drew the 
string a little tighter, and went back to my 
room.  I put on my jeans and a tee shirt and 
went down to the kitchen.  

Vicki was there.  I noticed the picnic 
basket on the counter, and the mayonnaise 
and mustard jars sitting nearby, with a half 
loaf of bread.  She had packed a lunch.  
Vicki was beautiful in her pink robe, which 
she had cinched tightly at her small waist.  
She sat drinking coffee and eating toast 
with jam.  She smiled tenderly at me, and I 
went over to her, and kissed her on the 
cheek, breathing in her fragrance, much 
milder on her cheek than on her panties, but 
it was still Vicki.

"Oh, that was very nice!" she said.  "What 
brought that on?" Her hand and arm had come 
around my waist as I stood near her.

"I don't know, you just look so pretty in 
your robe."

"Why, thank you Vaughn, aren't you the 
little charmer?"

"You know, I'm not really that little," I 
said.

"Your only twelve," she said.

"Almost thirteen," I said.

"I'll bet you're already interested in 
girls, right?"

"Yeah," I said, grinning.

She took a sip of coffee. "Have you ever 
kissed a girl?" she asked, looking up at me.

"Just you and Vivian." I said.

"Little pecks on the cheek, huh?"

"Yeah. I guess.  I did kiss a girl on the 
mouth at school once." I confessed, 
remembering the humiliation.

"Really?"

"Yeah, she sent me a note in class."

"Yeah?  What did it say?"

"She said she liked me and to meet her in 
back of the cafeteria by the dumpster."

Vicki smiled, her eyebrows lifted and she 
seemed excited, "Yeah?  What happened?"

I looked down, couldn't meet her eyes.  I 
wished I hadn't brought it up. "Nothing," I 
said.

"Vaughn!  Tell me what happened!" she said, 
grinning, and beautiful.

"Well, she told me I could kiss her and she 
closed her eyes and pooched out her lips.  I 
bent over and kissed her, but her nose was 
in the way and I couldn't get close to her 
mouth.  Then she laughed at me.  Then two of 
her girlfriends came out from behind the 
Dumpster, and they laughed at me too."  I 
said all this with my eyes on my shoes.

"Oh Vaughn!  I'm sorry!"

"Every time they see me at school now, they 
laugh and tell me to keep a stiff upper 
lip."

"Oh Vaughn, that's cruel.  Some girls don't 
have any consideration of a boy's feelings."  
Her voice was cooing now, comforting me, and 
she drew me to her, the side of her face 
against my chest, hugging me, rocking me.  
Suddenly she stopped.  

"Vaughn, I'm going to give you a lesson!"

"On what?"

"How to kiss a girl, silly!" 

"Really?" 

"Yes!"

"Now?"

"Yes," she laughed.

"But what if Vivian comes in?"

"Are you kidding? Vivian will sleep till 
noon unless you go wake her."

Now, I wasn't about to inform Vicki that the 
night before I had just had a lesson in 
kissing-plus.  Also I was convinced that, of 
all people, Vivian didn't know all that much 
about kissing.  However, it was reasonable 
to assume that this pretty, sweet and 
evidently experienced young lady before me 
knew the art of osculation quite well.  

"OK," I said, giving in quite gracefully and 
sounding a bit doubtful, I thought.

Vicki shifted her body around to face me.

"Now put your head over to the side a 
little."

I put my head at an angle.  

"Close your eyes."

I shut them.

"Not so tight," she chucked, her laughter 
was like small bells.

"Ready?"

"Ready," I said.  

I felt her tender lips on mine, very 
lightly, very sweetly, very Vicki.  Her arm 
at my waist pulled me forward.  I opened my 
eyes, and saw that Vicki had closed hers.  I 
kept mine open, and watched as she began 
moving her head slightly back and forth, 
still very sisterly, very instructional.  I 
felt the crumbs of toast grate slightly on 
my lips.  On an impulse, I flicked my tongue 
across her lips, tasting the blackberry jam 
she had just eaten.  Her eyes popped open, 
and glared into mine.  She broke the kiss, 
and leaned back to look at me.

"Where did you learn that?" she asked.

"I saw it in a movie on cable," I said, 
smiling.

"You have to know a girl pretty well to kiss 
here like that, Vaughn," she said, still 
with her arm around my waist. 

"I know you pretty well," I said,	

"Yes you do, you little devil!  Now you be 
careful who you kiss like that, you hear?" 
she was smiling now.  Then she slapped me on 
the butt and pushed me away.  

I went to the pantry, grinning, and got out 
the Frosted Mini-Wheats, poured them into a 
waiting bowl, and went to the refrigerator 
and brought the milk back. I poured it and 
looked across the table at Vicki.  I was 
overcome with a sudden wave of love for my 
beautiful sister.  My heart felt light and 
happy, and I said,  "Vicki, you are so 
pretty, I love you so much."  

Vicky smiled at me, brightening up the whole 
kitchen, and said, "Why, thank you Vaughn, I 
love you too. " 

"I can still taste your blackberry kiss," I 
said, licking my lips.  

"Oh Vaughn, darling, you aren't going to 
have any trouble with the girls, I can tell 
you that!"

I took a bite of cereal, chewed and 
swallowed and smiled.  "Are you going 
somewhere this morning?" I asked.

"Yes, Aaron is coming over pretty soon and 
we're going to Shady Creek State Park for a 
picnic, maybe some swimming.  Then she stood 
up quickly.  "In fact, the time's gotten 
away from me. I need to go get dressed right 
now!"

"It sounds like fun, I wish I could go!" I 
announced.  It was the truth, but I knew I 
was not invited.

"Maybe another time, sweetheart."  She went 
to the counter and started gathering the 
dirty dishes.

"I'll do that Vicki," I said.

"Oh, thank you darling!" and she dashed 
upstairs.

As I was cleaning up I thought about Vicki, 
and what I had discovered. If she'd had it, 
Vivian would give a thousand dollars, to 
know about the birth control pills, maybe a 
million to know about the panties, but why 
should I tell her?  What good would it do 
for me?  What good would it do Vicki?  All 
it would do is give Vivian something to yap 
about, and make Vicki's life hell.  No, as 
usual, the better course of action was to 
keep quiet, and just know.

I looked at the clock.  It was 9:30.  I went 
to the front door and peeked out the narrow 
window beside the door.  Aaron's car was 
sitting in the driveway, and he was behind 
the wheel.  

In a few moments, Vicki came bounding down 
the stairs, fully dressed, swinging her 
drawstring purse, her face blushing with 
excitement.  "Is he here?' she asked.

"Yep!" I said, standing in front of the 
door.

"Let me by, hon, I gotta go!"

"Wait just a minute," I said.

"What?" she said impatiently.

"You forgot your basket."

"Oh shit!" she said, surprising me with her 
expletive.  She ran to the kitchen and came 
back with the picnic basket.

I still blocked the door.

"What now?" she said, puzzled.

"I want another blackberry kiss," I said.

"Vaughn!"

I smiled, "I'm not moving till I get one," I 
said.

"Oh, all right!" she said, and pulled me to 
her and kissed me on the lips, which was all 
that I was really expecting.  But then she 
ran her tongue deep into my mouth, flipping 
it against mine. "There!" she said, a little 
aggravated.   "Satisfied?"

"Wow!" I whispered.

"See you later, you little devil," she said, 
slapped me on the butt, grinned, and darted 
out the door.

END OF PART 2

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