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Subject: {ASSM} V for VAUGHN 3 by One Gallus
Date: Wed,  8 Nov 2000 18:10:07 -0500
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V FOR VAUGHN Part 3 
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 
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or if adult erotica offends you. 
Not to be posted on any site, or changed or 
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V FOR VAUGHN 
Part 3

That day, I had to mow the lawn, emptying 
the Snapper of its clippings every five 
minutes, then I had to edge.  No wonder Dad 
made me do it, I could do the job much 
better than him.  Vicki and Aaron were at 
the park, Dad was at the office, Mom was in 
the house and Vicki wandered out on the 
front stoop dressed in purple shorts and a 
black shirt.  She was barefoot and sat with 
her toes hanging over the bottom step, 
pointing down.  Her sleepiness, plus her 
squinted eyes made her face look swollen and 
not too friendly.  However, she caught my 
eye, and smiled at me.  I waved at her, and 
went on with my work.  In a moment, she went 
back into the house.  


When I finished the lawn, I wheeled the 
mower into the garage and headed out to 
retrieve the edger. Mom came out the door 
heading for her Escort. Vicki's Taurus was 
parked at the curb.  Dad drove the Lexus, 
and Mom drove the Escort. "I'm going to 
Kroger, Vaughn.  Get cleaned up and then 
give Vivian a hand with the vacuuming, and 
straighten up your bedrooms."  As I entered 
the kitchen, I heard the vacuum cleaner 
upstairs.  I climbed the stairs and saw 
Vivian's backside bent over the cleaning 
wand as she swept her room.  I passed her by 
and went on into bathroom.  I dropped my 
dirty clothes and climbed into the tub and 
closed the shower doors around me, ran the 
water till it became warm and then turned on 
the shower.  I lathered up several times and 
washed away the sweat and grit of the lawn.  

When I stepped out of the shower, Vivian was 
sitting on the toilet seat, with a grin on 
her face.  "Let's see what you got, little 
brother."  I inexplicably reddened, grabbed 
a towel and held it over my nakedness.  She 
stood and walked up to me, still leering.  
Her hand encircled my hip and came to rest 
on my butt.  The other hand followed and she 
kneaded my wet butt cheeks in both her hands 
and said, "I've always wanted to do this to 
a boy."  I closed my eyes and enjoyed the 
massage.  My penis grew behind its towel and 
in a moment I dropped it and put my hands on 
Vivian's purple shorts, feeling her plump 
behind in my hands.  We simply stood there 
in silence, exploring one another's 
backside, breathing hard at each other's 
ear. My hard penis was up against her naked 
thighs, bumping between them from time to 
time.  

"Are you ready for the party tonight?" she 
asked.

"What party?"

"Norma's coming to spend the night."

"Yeah?" 

"Mom and Dad are going out."

"They're going to a party?"

"They are going to an Insurance Dinner at 
the Holiday Inn.  We're the ones having a 
party!" she said, 

"So, are you and Norma going to let me in on 
your discussions?  

"Maybe!" she said, then dropped her hands 
and looking down at me.  I don't thing I've 
seen that one before!" she grinned.

"How many have you seen?" I said.

"Only yours, in person."

"What do you mean, `in person?'"

"Wait till later!" she smiled, and turned 
around and walked out.


Norma showed up at 6:30.  She had an 
overnighter suitcase and smiled at me when 
she came through the door.  Vivian whispered 
in her ear while Norma kept her eyes on me.  
The giggles started again. 

I thought I'd burst till Mom and Dad left.  
They said their good-byes with their usual 
warnings and instructions.  They said they'd 
be home sometime around 1:00 AM, so "behave 
and don't destroy the house."  

At 7:30, Vicki and Aaron came home from the 
park.  Neither of them was smiling, and 
Vicki's face was flushed.  She went up to 
her room and Aaron sat down on the couch in 
the den with his sister Norma, Vivian and I.   
We were watching MTV.  Fifteen minutes later 
Vicki came down the stairs in her waitress 
uniform and announced she was going to work.  
Again, uncharacteristically, there was no 
smile on her face.  She didn't look at Aaron 
and he didn't acknowledge her.  She left, 
and I heard her little Honda start up in the 
driveway.  

"What's wrong with her?" asked Norma.

"I think it's her time of the month," said 
Vivian.

Aaron sat slumped, staring impassively at 
the television.

Norma said, "Aaron, did you have a fight 
with your girlfriend?"

Aaron shrugged, his face still turned toward 
the TV.

"Well, let's watch a Video now," said Norma, 
getting up and going upstairs. Returning 
with the VHS tape, she handed it to Vivian, 
who said, "All right!"

Aaron continued to sulk, hands between his 
knees.

You gonna stay for our Video party Aaron?" 
Norma asked.

Aaron shrugged.  He and Vicki's fight must 
have been a juggernaut.

"What movie did you get?" I asked.

"Oh, Norma brought one from your Dad's 
collection!" Vivian said, carrying it to the 
VCR.

At this, Aaron sat up, "Norma!  You brought 
one of Dad's movies?"

"Yeah so what?  I'll put it back tomorrow," 
she said.

He shrugged and looked at the screen. 
Apparently nothing mattered to him anymore.

"Let's all sit on the couch with Aaron," 
Norma said.

I was on the end, and Norma plopped down 
between Aaron and me.  Then Vivian sat down 
beside him on the other end.  The movie 
title was, "South Specific."  It was set on 
a tropical island on which a plane had 
crashed, and fortunately the two married 
couples in the craft survived.  The movie 
accelerated quickly to its main plot,  "How 
many positions were possible in a net 
hammock with all combinations of twos, 
threes, and fours?"

I had never seen a pornographic film, and I 
know my eyes must have bugged and my mouth 
must have been open.  When I pulled my eyes 
away from the screen and looked at the other 
kids, I could see that they were mainly 
interested in my reaction.  When the blonde 
on the screen took an enormous penis into 
her mouth while riding the other man's penis 
at the same time, I heard the girls 
giggling.  I looked to see my friends and my 
sister, staring at my crotch, which had 
risen in a standing ovation to the show.  

Norma leaned into my shoulder kissed my neck 
under my ear, and whispered, "What do you 
think Vaughn?"

I blew my breath out of puffed cheeks and 
said, "Wow!"  My heart was pounding.

Then her hand was on my leg, rubbing up 
close to my penis.  I looked at her, but her 
eyes were on the screen.  Then she touched 
me, and said, "You can touch me too."  

Norma was wearing cut off jeans.  She was 
quite slender, in contrast to Vivian, and 
her fourteen years had sculpted her very 
sweetly. I looked at her shapely legs and I 
was surprised to find Aaron's hand on her, 
stroking her right thigh.  She grasped his 
hand and put it in his own lap and said, 
"You've got a girl right over there, big 
brother."

I put my hands on Norma's leg and kneaded 
the soft flesh high on her thigh, because 
that's what she was doing to me.  Between 
her and the TV screen, I thought I was going 
crazy.  It was more sex than I could process 
at one time. I glanced over at Aaron and 
Vivian, and could see similar movement 
there.  Finally, I concentrated my sole 
attention on Norma. 


Feeling very ignorant and very awkward, I 
let Norma take the lead.  Obviously, she was 
enlightened on the ways of sex, and didn't 
lack for verve.  We kissed, French-kissed, 
and felt.  She welcomed me to her small 
breasts, and opened her blouse to me.  The 
lightweight bra was easily moved up over her 
breasts, and my hands were free to explore.  
Her fingers lightly touched on my penis 
through my pants, but she went no further at 
this point.  When she did touch there, I 
felt free do touch her in return.  She 
groaned when I stroked her, and she began a 
pulsing rhythm against my hand as we kissed.  
Finally, in frenzy, she stiffened and issued 
a "Shhiiishhh" sound through her teeth. With 
hardly a pause, she went down on her knees 
in front of me and groped for my penis, 
pulling at my zipper.   I accommodated her 
by opening my pants and sliding them down. 

At this point I looked over at Aaron and my 
sister, Vivian.  He had put his feet up on 
the couch, very close to me.  He had leaned 
back on the opposite arm of the couch and 
Vivian was a-straddle him, naked from the 
waist down.  She was imitating a an earlier 
graphic scene from the movie, and I could 
clearly see her round buttocks thrashing 
around as she took him up into herself, 
moaning as she did. I took note that just 
the night before, his hard penis had been 
deep in my other sister.


Suddenly, Norma's lips were on me and I knew 
I could not last long.  Very soon, an 
incredible whack of pleasure collided with 
my pelvis. I ejaculated into Norma's mouth 
and released a loud "Ha!"  It was at this 
precise moment that Vicki walked in.

I heard her as she screamed.  I turned to 
find her face was utterly white, staring 
first at me, then at Vivian high atop Aaron.  
Both tears and terror flooded her eyes.  
Hatred was on her face, her mouth was drawn, 
hard and crooked.   "Vivian, you whore!  You 
fucked my boyfriend!  Damn you bitch, and 
she ran at Vivian and grabbed her hair, 
pulling her from Aaron's shrinking penis.  I 
pulled my underwear and pants up over my 
hips and stood up with trembling knees.  My 
sisters were actually rolling around and 
fighting in the floor, slapping and pulling 
hair.  Vicki was now straddling Vivian and 
pummeling her face and chest.  Vivian's eyes 
were squinted shut and she rolled her 
reddened face from side to side, trying to 
ward off the blows with her hand.  Suddenly, 
she hit Vicki with her fist and my older 
sister, stunned, slid off Vivian's mid-
section, and on the floor beside her in a 
sitting position, legs akimbo.  Vicki's 
short uniform skirt had ridden up and her 
panties revealed a bloody stain in the 
crotch.  Just then she began wailing in an 
unearthly voice. Vivian, as fearfully 
serious as I have ever seen her, skittered 
backward on her naked bottom, away from her 
raging sister.  

"Damn you Aaron!  Damn you Vivian!  You guys 
are havin' a damn, f-fucking orgy!  She was 
on the verge of hysteria, shouting at full 
volume. "And Vaughn!  My dear sweet Vaughn," 
she sobbed as she said my name, "look what 
you did to him!  Damn it Vivian, you're 
gonna pay for this shit!"  Then she looked 
at Norma and Aaron.  "You two perverts take 
your fucking porn movie and get the hell out 
of our house!" she yelled.  They both 
scurried around, dressing themselves, 
gathering their things, and in a moment, 
they had fled the scene.  I heard Aaron's 
car tires squeal as they sped away.

Our little sibling circle sat in a kind of 
bruised silence, except for the sobs and the 
cursing under Vicki's breath. She got to her 
feet and pointed her finger at her sister.  
"Vivian, I know what you're worried about 
right now.  You're worried about me telling 
Mom and Dad. You're gonna wish that's all I 
did. Shit!  You know what I'm gonna do, you 
fat, ugly whore?  I'm gonna to turn you in 
to the police for corrupting a minor!"

Now Vivian was sobbing. I had no idea 
whether Vicki could actually make such 
trouble for Vivian or not and my mind raced 
to find a way of settling things down for a 
moment and finding a way out.  I loved both 
these girls, but now there was something 
about to happen that would possibly break up 
our whole household, maybe forever.  At 
least, that was the way I saw it then.  I 
suppose we all tend to view things in an 
exaggerated way under the heat of the moment 
and the passion of youth, but things looked 
very reckless and threatening to me.

Vicki rose and went to the phone.  I saw her 
punch in 911, and put the receiver to her 
ear.  She was still crying, and sniffing and 
glaring at Vivian.  I walked over to her and 
I pressed my finger on the disconnect button 
of the phone.  

Vicki turned her glare toward me.  "Vaughn, 
why did you do that!  She ought to go to 
jail!"  

Vivian sobbed loud, "Oh God! Vicki!  Aaron 
started it!  He put his hands on me and then 
we couldn't stop."

"Vicki, I think we need to think this over 
first."  I said.

She jerked the phone from under my hand, and 
re-dialed, her fierce eyes back on Vivian. 

"Vicki, just let me tell you something 
first, and then if you still want to call 
the police, you can," I said.  "You need to 
hear this."

Vicki looked sharply at me, anger and 
tragedy in her eyes. "Hurry up then, what is 
it?" she said, disconnecting the phone, but 
still holding it.

I came close and slowly reached around 
Vicki's neck, she drew away at first, and I 
said, "Let me whisper to you Vicki, please."

I whispered in her ear awhile.  Vivian had 
quieted and her eyes were on us.  Vicki 
pulled away from me and looked at me in the 
eyes.  "It's true, Vicki.  The phone slipped 
from her fingers, and she sat down on the 
couch and wept.




After a week, things were quite different at 
our house.  There was an initial 
strangeness, then the sisters were actually 
closer than I had ever seen them.  Vicki had 
refused to take Aaron's calls and Vivian had 
refused to take Norma's calls, and so did I.  
As a family we withdrew, for a time, from 
social life outside our walls.  



I lay on my bed, thinking of Vicki's panties 
in the storage area by my room.  I smiled as 
I went over in my mind the day of the 
"explosion."  The events certainly confirmed 
my well-developed strategy, "Keep your mouth 
shut, and just know." Then another one begin 
to evolve, based on my erstwhile success. 
"Tell what you know in bits and pieces and 
only then for your advantage, and for the 
people you love."

What I had whispered to Vicki was this:  
"Vicki, Vivian found your panties with 
Aaron's cum all over them.  She showed them 
to me."  

Vicki pulled back and looked into my eyes, 
searching them.  

I went back to her ear and whispered, "I ask 
her if was she going to tell Mom and Dad, 
and she said,  `Hell no, I wouldn't do a 
thing like that to my sister!'  She put'em 
back in your room where she found them, and 
made me swear I wouldn't say anything to 
anybody.  I just thought you ought to know 
that before you called the police on her, or 
said anything to Mom or Dad."

That's when Vicki dropped the phone and sat 
down on the couch.  She sat there with her 
head in her hands, elbows on her knees, 
crying.  Then Vivian, who had put her shorts 
back on by this time, came over and sat down 
beside her.  Suddenly, both sisters were in 
the other's arms weeping away.  I went over 
to them and knelt down in front of them, and 
they gathered me into their sweet bundle, 
and we all cried.   



It's funny how life turns out.  By the time 
Vivian was eighteen, she had grown to six 
feet in height. Her waist cut in from her 
hips provocatively, then sloped out and 
upward to full, perfectly proportioned 
breasts.  She graduated with honors from 
Ohio State University with a degree in art.

Her voluminous black hair is worn long, over 
here muscular, well shaped shoulders.  Her 
complexion, naturally dark, deepens in the 
summer and is she capable of taking away the 
breath of any man who sees her in a bikini. 
Vicki still blushes easily, but always 
because of excitement, not because of 
embarrassment.  She lives in New York where 
she owns her own apartment and works for 
CBS, designing sets.  

Vicki took her degree in accounting from 
Eastern Michigan University.  She is the 
proud owner of the Union Insurance Agency, 
taking it to new heights of success that 
Dad, in his cold abruptness, never dreamed 
of.  She is married to Aaron's former best 
friend, and has an eight-month-old baby whom 
she takes to the office with her every day.  
Dad is retired now, and stays home most of 
the time, dividing his attention between the 
lawn and the big entertainment center in his 
bedroom.  Mom has taken over the Lexus, and 
is now into her second year of accounting at 
Maumee Community College.  She works part 
time for Vicki.

My degree was in American Literature from 
Miami University in Oxford.  After teaching 
high school for a few years, I moved to New 
York where I am selling a few scripts to 
television, a few short-stories to magazines 
and do a feature occasionally for one of the 
news organizations.  When I can, I settle 
down in front of the computer and work on my 
novel.  It's hard to get decent housing here 
in New York, so Vivian has invited me move 
in with her.  Things in New York are so 
strange and different from Toledo, but 
Vivian is a good teacher, and I continue to 
learn from her.








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