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The following story is a work of fiction.  Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners. Any resemblance to persons either alive or
dead is purely coincidental. This story is intended for ADULTS only.
If you are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction,
or if you are easily offended, kindly STOP READING NOW.

Tattletail - by - The StoryMaster

"You promise you won't tell?" Amanda whispered worriedly.  

"No sweetheart, I wouldn't dream of telling a soul.  This'll be our
little secret," her boyfriend's dad said just before covering the her
sensuous mouth with his own.

"How many times had she heard that," Amanda wondered as she felt the
older man slip his hand under the waist band of her sweat pants then
into her panties.  Amanda had to admit, her current boyfriend's father
seemed to know what he was doing down there.  Why in no time at all
his fingers found that special spot that caused Amanda to completely
lose control.  That very same spot that had managed to get her into so
many embarrassingly similar situations over the short fifteen years of
her life.

Amanda moaned softly into Mr. Adams' mouth as his fingers cavorted
over soft, moist folds of exquisitely sensitive flesh.  And when his
tongue darted into Amanda's mouth, she quickly met it with her own.
Still standing in the entrance foyer of his home, the older man kissed
the sweet girl forcefully while he rubbed the resilient flesh between
her narrow thighs, feeling her soft and seemingly sparse pubic curls
rasp beneath his touch.  Amanda trembled and gave a soft gasp when
with his middle finger, Mr. Adams entered her.  

That's how it always went for Amanda Banning.  She'd set out with
utterly innocent intentions only to end up in yet another heated
sexual encounter.  Today, for example, Amanda had planned to go by her
boyfriend's house to return a text book she'd borrowed.  When she rang
the bell, Wayne's father had answered the door and invited her in.
Only after he'd closed the door and the two of them stood alone in the
marble floored entrance hall, did he inform Amanda that Wayne was with
his mother today and would not be home until tomorrow.  Amanda thanked
him politely and asked him to return the book she'd borrowed.  Then,
much to her surprise, when she held the book out to him, Mr. Adams
had, without warning, grabbed Amanda by the wrist and pulled her to
him.  Events had deteriorated from there.

Mr. Adams showered Amanda's face with kisses while he delved into her
with his long middle finger.  "You're so tight, baby," he whispered
gruffly into Amanda's ear, then began to nibble and kiss her slim
neck.  Amanda's breath came in short panting gasps.  "Let's go
upstairs, Amanda," Mr. Adams suggested after another minute of heavy
petting during which time. Amanda's knees started to become rubbery.
"Would you like that, baby?  Would you?" the older man murmured into
her ear, then he probed into her deeper still.

"Ohhh.." Amanda gasped softly in response to his touch.  He was
without a doubt more experienced than anyone she'd ever met.  She
became putty in his hands.

"Let's go upstairs to bed, baby," Mr. Adams suggested again, this time
looking directly into the young girl's big, misty, brown eyes.

Amanda returned his gaze shyly.  Her initial expression of concern was
virtually overwritten by the telltale look of feminine arousal.
"Uh-huh," Amanda said, nodding timidly.

Even though there was a thirty year difference in their ages, Mr.
Adams kept young Amanda occupied for the better part of the day.
Amanda would remember him as a tender and capable lover, who'd shown
her delirious pleasures she'd never dreamed of.  The two had romped in
his big, king-size bed for hours before moving to the floor and then
at last to the bathroom.  Mr. Adams had then become the first to
introduce Amanda to her other opening down there.  It had come as
quite a surprise to the fifteen year old when he suggested it, but
after a brief, mildly painful beginning, Amanda was glad that he had.

In the end, young Amanda Banning had accepted the seed of her
boyfriend's father into all of her openings that day.  Amanda wasn't
worried though.  She'd been on the pill for over a year since her
first, and hopefully last abortion.  When at last it was time for
Amanda to return home, she stood with her newest lover in the hallway
of his big house where everything had started.  Her boyfriend's dad
hugged her warmly for several long minutes before letting her go, and
before parting his company, Amanda had implored Mr. Adams not to tell
anyone about their special morning, especially Wayne.  The older man
had smiled and kissed the pretty, young girl on the top of her head
then promised again that he wouldn't tell a soul, and as she turned to
leave, Mr. Adams said, "I'd like to see you again, Amanda."

That evening as Amanda got ready for her bath she noted she was still
quite sore in that special kind of way.  When she removed her panties
they were heavily spotted and sticky with Mr. Adams' semen.  As she
settled gratefully into the warm bubbles Amanda reminisced.   

 From as early as Amanda could remember, she'd enjoyed the excitement
and wonder of sex.  She recalled vividly how her heart had raced the
first time her brother, Tim asked her to undress for him, and how
she'd been consumed with both fear and anticipation, curiosity and
guilt, worry and wonder.  So many conflicting and troublesome
emotions.  It had taken her brother several attempts to convince his
young, eight year old sister to strip for him, but his persistence had
paid off in the end.  Amanda had at last, willingly removed her
clothing for him, then later allowed him to touch her in an innocent,
childish way.

Somewhere in the deepest reaches of her memories, there lay vague and
clouded recollections of her father touching her when she was a very
little girl.  Amanda thought she dimly recalled late night visits by
her Daddy after the rest of the family had gone to bed.  How he'd
touched her and made her feel special, but the memories were so faded
and indistinct that she couldn't be certain at all. 

Amanda's sexual relationship with her older brother, Tim, two years
her senior had rapidly escalated as the boy became more and more
curious and experimental with his trusting and willing little sister.
 From innocent touching and petting, Tim quickly began to delve more
deeply into the more sensitive areas of Amanda's anatomy with his
fingers and eventually his tongue.  Naturally Amanda was afraid at
first, but Tim was patient and careful not to hurt her, and eventually
she began to participate.  

About that time, Tim discovered his Dad's digital camera and started
to keep a photographic record of his liaisons with his kid sister.  In
no time at all, Tim had amassed hundreds of images of himself and
Amanda preforming what prove to be compromising acts.

Oral sex became a regular part of their repertoire.  After Tim showed
his sister how neat it felt when he kissed her in her "special place",
he asked Amanda to make him feel good too.  Amanda had been a bit
tentative at first about allowing her brother to put his "thingy" into
her mouth, but soon she was performing like a seasoned veteran.  Tim
soon possessed over a hundred megabytes of images of Amanda sucking
him and licking his testicles and even his rear end.  

By the time Amanda was eleven, she and Tim slept together regularly on
the occasions that their parents were away and Tim was left to care
for his younger sister.  By then Amanda was in the habit of allowing
Tim to rub his penis between her legs until he squirted his sticky
juice all over her tummy.  She also let him squirt his juice into her
mouth from time to time.  That was a little "yucky" at first, but
Amanda quickly got used to the taste.  Amanda had fun with Tim, but as
any little girl would, she worried that someone might find out, or
worse still catch them actually playing their "special games".  

One time, their parents did come home from a business trip early and
unannounced.  Amanda and Tim were sound asleep in each others' arms
when their mother called from the bottom of the stairs.  Thankfully,
Amanda had managed to run naked down the back hallway, and luckily she
made it to her own bedroom undetected, but it had been too close for
comfort.

As a result of that particular instance and a few others only slightly
less unnerving, Amanda got into the habit of imploring her brother,
Tim, each time they were together never to tell a soul about the
things they did.  Tim, naturally agreed whole-heartedly.

On one occasion, however, in an effort to impress an older boy in his
school named Ray, who Tim looked up to and wished to be pals with, Tim
had eluded to some of the activities that he and his sister, Amanda
engaged in.  Much to his immediate regret, Ray had expressed a keen
interest.  Tim was, needless to say, very happy with his relationship
with his kid sister, and was understandably reluctant to share his
good fortune with others.  Even though he'd quickly changed the
subject that fateful day, it was too late.  The proverbial cat was out
of the bag.

"Do you think she'll let me spend a little time with her?" Ray had
asked Tim.  

Tim was instantly sorry he'd bragged to Ray about his arrangement with
Amanda who was now twelve years old and rapidly becoming a rather
pretty young girl.  Tim was certain that Amanda would be furious and
would probably refuse to let him near her ever again when she learned
of his betrayal.  Tim was pretty pissed off at himself as well.  His
timing couldn't have been worse.  Their parents, both lecturing
university professors, were scheduled to be out of town for almost a
week beginning the next day, and Tim had very special plans for his
time alone with Amanda.

"Ask her, Tim," Ray insisted, and none to ambiguously.

Amanda was upset alright.  For days she wouldn't even talk to Tim let
alone allow him to get close to her.

"How could you tell!" she'd wailed.  "You promised, Timmy.  You
promised you wouldn't tell anybody, ever.  And Ray Meeks.  Oh God,
Tim!"  Amanda was beside herself.

Tim let her settle down for a minute, before breaking the really bad
news to his kid sister.

"He what!" Amanda shrieked.  "Oh no.  No way, Tim.  You tell that
butt-head, I don't even want to look at him.  You hear me, Tim.
There's no way I'll see Ray Meeks."

No matter how much Tim pleaded with his sister, she would have none of
it.  The following day, Tim had the unpleasant task of informing Ray
Meeks that Amanda was unwilling to see him, and needless to say, Ray
wasn't happy about it.  "Now I'm really in a mess," Tim said to
himself.  "Amanda's pissed off at me, and Ray Meeks is too.  Why did I
ever open my big mouth.  Now what am I gonna do?"  Tim fretted.  

At lunchtime, Ray Meeks made it a point to seek Tim out.  "Hey Dude!"
Ray said, sauntering up to Tim.  Tim loved it when Ray called him
"Dude".

"Hi, Ray," Tim responded dejectedly.  

"Hey, Dude, don't look so down," Ray said with a big smile.  "Have a
seat for a minute.  Ole' Ray's got an idea."  Tim smiled shyly and did
as the older boy asked.  

Ray sat beside Tim at the lunch table, then leaned closer and
whispered conspiratorially.  "Didn't you tell me that you took some
pictures of you and that kid sister of yours, Dude?"

Tim sat for a moment without answering.  He didn't think he was going
to like what Ray was about to suggest.  Finally he stammered, "Well,
yeah, Ray.  A few.  Why?"

"Well duh, Dude!" Ray answered.  "You can use those pictures to get
your sister to cooperate.  Just tell her you're going to show `em
around school unless she plays along. Ya dig?"

Tim was really uncomfortable with Ray's idea.  "I don't know, Ray," he
responded after a moment in too whiney a voice.  "Amanda's already
super pissed off at me.  If I try something like this, she'll really
be mad."

"So, Dude.  What's she gonna do?  We're the ones with the photos,
right?  I'll betcha anything she won't want any of her little
girlfriends to see those pictures."

Tim sat, listening in silence to the older boy.

"Trust me, Dude," Ray said at last.  Then he stood up and slapped Tim
on the shoulder.  "Tomorrow's Saturday.  You tell your sister, I want
to see her tomorrow morning.  I'll be over around ten o'clock."  Then
without waiting for an answer from Tim, Ray turned and strode off into
the busy lunchtime cafeteria crowd.

"Come on, Amanda.  What's the difference whether it's me or Ray or
anybody.  It's all the same stuff," Tim pleaded in an effort to
convince his irate younger sister.  He hadn't played his "trump card"
yet, nor had he told her that Ray would be over tomorrow no matter
what she said.

"No way, Tim," Amanda said.  "I won't do it.  And as a matter of fact,
I think it's time you and I quit all that stuff too.  It was OK when
we were kids, but it's starting to feel kinda weird.  And besides, I
can't trust you anymore."

There was no doubt in Tim's mind that she meant business.  He stood
quietly while Amanda finished her mini-tirade about his inability to
keep a secret and how he'd betrayed her.  The longer Tim listened the
more upset he became both with himself, and then eventually with
Amanda.  "Sure, he'd told Ray about their games, but what the heck.
Now she wanted to cut him off too."  Tim was lost in thought and
therefore didn't notice that Amanda had finished and was waiting for a
response from him.  Tim decided to "go for broke".

"I think you should reconsider, Amanda," he led off quietly, not
wishing to issue his ultimatum right away.

Amanda wasn't going to budge.  Placing her hands on her hips, the
young girl, said,  "I said, no way, Tim.  Now let's drop it.  I've got
stuff to do.  I'll see you later."  She turned to leave.

Tim took a deep breath.  "Amanda, you know I've got a bunch of
pictures of you doing stuff that `nice' girls shouldn't be doing."
Tim's heartbeat increased noticeably as the atmosphere in the room
instantly became very heavy.

Amanda froze in mid-stride.  Several moments passed before she slowly
turned to face her older brother.  "What did you say?" she asked.

Tim felt his resolve begin to slip under his sister's withering gaze.
Then, summoning his courage he said to Amanda with surprising
authority, "I said, Amanda that I have a lot of pictures of you doing
some pretty compromising stuff.  I don't think it would go well for
you if anyone were to get hold of any of those photos.  What do you
think?"  Tim struggled to maintain his composure.  He waited.

Amanda was a rather mature little girl for her age and wizened beyond
her twelve years.  She was an early bloomer physically as well.  At
age ten, she'd begun to shed her baby fat and develop those enticing
curves that tended to attract both men and boys alike.  Amanda was
keenly aware of the developing entourage of young boys who followed
her around, but she really wasn't interested in experimented with "the
unknown".  She had no need.  Amanda sensed she had the perfect avenue
for experimentation in her brother, Tim.

Amanda's curiosity and eventual appetite for things sexual had become
a big part of her conscious thoughts at a surprisingly early age.
 From childish "show me" type games, Amanda's exploits with her older
brother rapidly escalated to a higher level.   Timmy was playful and
curious, and in no way aggressive.  Amanda's maturing femininity began
to respond with surprising intensity to Tim's touch, especially after
she began to menstruate just three weeks ago.  Amanda enjoyed her
brother's attentions and felt secure in the knowledge that she was in
control of the evolution of their encounters, at least until now.

Amanda was speechless as she stood staring at her brother.  Her mind
raced, and she felt bewildered and vulnerable.  She became short of
breath as she sensed events in her life begin to spin out of control.
Amanda's first instinct was to whine, but she knew intuitively that
she needed to regain control of the situation.  Unable to think
clearly, Amanda retorted in growing anger, "You wouldn't dare, Tim!
You're in those pictures too, you know."

Having anticipated her reply, Tim quickly responded to his sister, "I
know that, Amanda, but I can `doctor' the pictures on my PC.  Don't
forget, I took `em with Dad's digital camera.  And besides, I'm
willing to take the risk of someone seeing them as they are.  Are
you?" Tim bluffed.

Amanda knew that events were rapidly sliding toward chaos, so she
decided to change tacks.  "Please, Tim," she pleaded, moving toward
her brother.  "Don't do this to me.  Don't make me do stuff with Ray.
He's so creepy.  He scares me, Timmy."

Tim felt his resolve slipping again.  He didn't want to hurt Amanda,
but Tim doubted that Ray Meeks would accept "no" for an answer.  Tim
found himself in a real quandary.  On the one hand, he desperately
wanted to be accepted by Ray and his `cool' older friends.  On the
other, he was afraid of what might happen to his younger sister should
he turn her over to Ray.  

Tim really did care for Amanda as any brother would.  In addition,
there were those "less than brotherly" feelings that Tim held for her
as well.  In the end, it was those very feelings and the fact that
Amanda had threatened to withhold her favors from him that caused Tim
to proceed on a course that would drastically alter his sister's life.

While he'd been lost in mental deliberation, Amanda had continued to
plead with her brother.  "I take back everything I said, Tim," she
bargained.  "I'll do anything you want.  Mom and Dad are gone for a
week, and we can really have fun, OK?"

Tim gazed at his pretty sister who now stood directly in front of him,
so close he could smell her clean, fresh scent.  Suddenly, Amanda
smiled sweetly then reached down with one hand and placed it firmly on
Tim's crotch.  She squeezed gently.

"Do you want to go to my room, Timmy?" Amanda asked, seeing her
brother's eyes grow wider.

More than anything, Tim wanted to accompany his willing little sister
to her bedroom, but he'd already made his decision.  Tim, reached
slowly for Amanda's hand.  Taking her by the wrist, he pulled her hand
away.  "Maybe later, Amanda," he said with a smile.  "Right now, I
gotta go call Ray."

Amanda spit in Tim's face, then ran from the room.  Their mutually
consensual, sibling relationship had come to an abrupt end.

"Hi there, Amanda," Ray said to the pretty, young girl who stood
before him and her older brother in the kitchen.

Amanda didn't answer.  She was so angry at her brother, Tim she could
barely think, let alone speak to the horrible Ray Meeks.

"She looks mad, Tim," Ray observed with a wicked little chuckle.
"Didn't you tell her I'd treat her real nice?"  When Tim stood dumbly
without replying, Ray stepped closer to Amanda.  Then placing two
fingers gently beneath her chin, he raised her eyes to his.  "Didn't
your brother tell you I'm gonna be real nice to you, Amanda, baby?"

Amanda jerked her face aside.  "Don't touch me, Ray Meeks!" she hissed
under her breath.

"I always knew she was a feisty one, Dude," Ray said, looking in Tim's
direction.  Tim was too embarrassed and ashamed to look Ray in the
eye.  He shrugged his shoulders inanely.  "I like feisty girls," Ray
said.  "As long as they know their place," he then added ominously.

Amanda shivered even though the kitchen seemed uncomfortably warm and
close.  No matter how much she'd pleaded with Tim not to go through
with this, her brother had invited Ray Meeks over anyway, and using
several very revealing photographs as "leverage", Tim had convinced
her to cooperate.  But that had been yesterday, and now it was
Saturday morning, and here was Ray Meeks standing right in front of
her.  He hadn't made any demands upon her yet, but Amanda knew it was
only a matter of time.  She tried to think.  She had to figure a way
out of this before things escalated beyond the point of no return.
"Come on, Ray, Tim," Amanda said in as casual a tone of voice as she
could muster under the circumstances.  "You guys don't really want to
do this.  We could all get into pretty bad trouble if we get caught.
What happens if Mom and Dad come home early, Tim?  Did you think about
that?"

Again Tim remained silent.  It was Ray Meeks who immediately spoke up.
"Now don't you worry your pretty little head, Amanda, honey.  Nobody's
gonna get caught, and nobody's gonna find out," Ray said as he put an
arm around the anxious young girl.  Amanda squirmed, but he held onto
her.  "Tim here tells me your folks are out of town for a few days, so
I wouldn't worry about them.  Why don't you just calm down, and we'll
have some fun.  From what your brother tells me, you already know some
pretty interesting games."  Again the wicked chuckle.  "Let's go into
the livingroom where we can get more comfortable.  Wadaya say?"
Without waiting for a reply from either Amanda or Tim, Ray Meeks took
the young girl by the wrist and led her through the door.  "Which way
to the livingroom, Dude?" Ray called back over his shoulder, pulling
Amanda along in tow.

Tim who followed along behind Ray and his weakly struggling sister,
finally found his voice.  "It's at the end of the hall on the right,
Ray."

Amanda turned to Tim crying, "Are you crazy, Tim?  Are you gonna let
Ray Meeks hurt me?  I'm your sister, Tim!" she shouted in anger and
frustration.

Tim felt terrible, but knew there was no way he could hope to
intervene at this stage of the game.  He just hoped that Ray would be
gentle with Amanda like he'd promised he would.  

"In here, sweetheart," Ray said, pulling Amanda through the livingroom
door.  He spun her around to face himself.  Holding Amanda by her
shoulders, Ray said, "I promised your brother that I wouldn't hurt
you, Amanda."

"Let go of me, Ray," Amanda hissed as she tried to struggle free of
his grasp.

Ignoring Amanda's protests, Ray continued in a calm voice, "Like I
said, Amanda, I promised your brother that no harm would come to you,
but I expect for you to cooperate and play along."  When Amanda
continued to squirm in his hands, Ray suddenly shook her quite hard.
"Listen to me, Amanda and quit your squirming!"  Ray pulled Amanda's
face so close to his that their noses practically touched.  Amanda
froze momentarily.  "The only squirming I want to see you do is to
squirm out of those jeans of yours right now."  Then he pushed the
stunned young girl away from him.

Amanda stumbled against a nearby ottoman and almost fell.  Catching
her balance at the last minute, Amanda stared first at Ray Meeks then
at her big brother, Tim.  Her expression was that of a deer caught in
the headlights of an oncoming truck.  It quickly became obvious to
Amanda that Tim would do nothing on her behalf.  Then came the
suspicion that there was no way out of this mess, and that she was
going to have to cooperate.  "To a degree," Amanda thought to herself
as she stood up straight and gazed at her brother and his new friend.

Looking Ray directly in the eye, young Amanda Banning mustered her
courage.  "OK, Ray," she said with as much composure as she could
manage.  "I'll go along with your game.  I can see my brother isn't
going to help me."  She shot Tim and icy stare.  Tim looked at his
feet.  Looking back at Ray, Amanda tugged the bottom of her T-shirt
out of her jeans.

"Now we're gettin' some place," Ray said with a big grin.  Then he
took a seat on the ottoman just a few feet from where Amanda stood.

"Why don't you sit on the couch and get comfortable, Ray," Amanda
suggested, not wanting the wicked teenager so close to her.

"No, that's OK, baby.  I want to sit close so I won't miss anything.
Your big brother can sit back there.  He tells me he's seen everything
already anyway."  Ray grinned up at the anxious girl.  "Go on,
sweetheart.  Don't let me disturb ya.  Take those clothes off so Ray
can see how pretty you are."

Amanda was mortified.  Not for the last time, she shot her brother,
who sat silently on the sofa, a withering frown.  Then she quickly
tugged her T-shirt over her head and dropped it onto the floor at her
feet.  In spite of herself, Amanda felt just the tiniest tingle of
excitement when she saw how Ray Meeks looked at her.

Amanda was indeed an attractive young lady for her age.  Her skin was
smooth and blemish free.  As stated earlier, Amanda was an early
bloomer and already possessed the swells and curves of a more mature
woman only on a smaller scale.  Ray let his eyes roam freely over
Amanda's upper body taking in every square inch of perfection right
down to the little brazier she wore.  Judging from the size of the
small garment Ray figured Amanda didn't have much that really required
support.  

At almost seventeen years of age, Ray hadn't been with many women, but
the ones who had let him close to them had been a good bit older than
Tim's sister.  Ray felt his mouth go dry as he gazed at the small but
exquisite body of the semi-naked girl before him.  Ray fully intended
to have Amanda Banning in spite of her youthfulness.  The stories that
her trusting brother Tim had told him had excited Ray greatly.  He
finally spoke up in a slightly hoarse voice.  "The jeans next, Amanda.
Let's go, girl.  We've got a lot to do today, you and me."

Amanda didn't like the sound of that, and her expression revealed her
uneasiness as she slowly started to unfasten the top button of her
Levi Button Down jeans.  Taking a deep breath, she popped the button
loose.  "Easy, Amanda," she said to herself.  "You've done this
before.  It's no big deal," she rationalized.  "It's just Tim," she
thought.  Then, "And Ray," she rolled her eyes mentally and felt
slightly sick.  "No one's gonna find out, and nothing weird's gonna
happen."  She undid the second button.  Amanda wasn't stupid.  She
knew that if she wasn't careful, she could end up in real trouble.  On
the other hand, she also knew that there was no sense in postponing
the inevitable.  Like a dive into cold water, Amanda took the plunge.
With an unintentional but very sexy wriggle of her shapely little
hips, Amanda shucked her tight blue jeans.  Then, with a kick of her
left foot, the Levis joined her T-shirt on the floor.

Ray Meeks was beside himself.  Turning toward Tim, he said, "Dude, you
were right on!  Your sister's a real looker!"  He turned back to
Amanda in time to catch her blushing.  Then much to the young girl's
dismay, Ray got up from his seat and moved toward her.

Amanda quickly recoiled from the older boy.  Wearing only bra and
panties, Amanda tried to cover herself with her hands as she turned
quickly away from Ray.  Ray, however would have none of that.  Taking
her by the shoulders, Ray spun Amanda around.  Then he took her by the
chin and made her look up at him.  "Don't run away from me, baby.
You're so pretty, Amanda.  It's no wonder your brother didn't want to
share you."  Before Amanda could say a word, Ray turned her around so
she faced her brother on the couch.  "Now you just hold real still,
Amanda.  We wanna see your little titties.  Don't we Tim."  

Before Amanda could even think to object, Ray dropped his hands behind
her and went to work on the small clasps of her bra.  Amanda turned
bright red as she faced her older brother.  She'd never been undressed
before.  Sure, she'd stripped for Tim many times, but this was
entirely different.  She felt so helpless.  Again that unbidden
excitement crept into the back of Amanda's mind when Ray with
surprising gentleness slipped the thin straps of her brazier over her
shoulders.  Amanda unconsciously cooperated by positioning her arms so
the small garment could fall unobstructed to the floor.

Then it happened.  Without warning, Ray slid his hands up under
Amanda's arms.  With both hands, he cupped her small, developing
breast cones.

Caught completely off guard, Amanda gasped then tried to get away.
"Let go of me, Ray!"

Ray, of course, ignored her.  Holding Amanda effortlessly in his arms,
he began to fumble with the soft little mounds of female flesh beneath
his rough hands.

Amanda squirmed and whined.  "Stoppppp, Ray.  Donnnnn't....!"

"Hush, baby.  You know you like it," Ray breathed from just behind
Amanda's right ear.  He pinched her tiny nipple buds in his fingers.
Amanda moaned pitifully.

"Don't hurt her, Ray.  You promised, you know," Tim said lamely from
the sofa as he watched the older boy handle his kid sister. 

"I'm not hurtin' her, Dude," Ray said gruffly.  "Hell, she likes it.
I can tell.  She's got such nice little titties.  Don't you, baby."
He kissed Amanda on the side of her neck, then nibbled her shoulder.
Amanda began to tremble in his arms.  One of Ray's hands slid
downward, all but covering her flat tummy.  Pressing firmly against
her belly, Ray pulled Amanda back against himself.  

Amanda struggled weakly as she felt his body press against her
backside.  She could feel his hardness pressing into the small of her
back.  Although Amanda was quite distressed over the situation she was
in, a part of her almost fancied the exhilaration and suspense of
being "taken".  It was that part of Amanda Banning that would plague
her for the rest of her life.  Amanda was beginning to receive some
rather conflicting and confusing signals from her maturing womanhood.
Signals that clashed with all she'd been taught up to this point in
her adolescence. 

Just then, Ray turned Amanda to face him and without warning, bent and
kissed her firmly on the mouth.  Not expecting this bold frontal
assault, Amanda quickly found Ray's tongue inside her mouth exploring
the backs of her teeth and the inside of her lips.  Ray moved quickly.
He knew his prey was confused and stunned.  She was so small in his
arms.  So light and fresh.  At first Ray thought he was imagining
things when he felt Amanda's tongue touch his.  It was very tentative
at first, but Ray was certain the young girl had made a move of her
own.  Quickly he slipped his hand into the back of Amanda's panties
and cupped one of her small, firm buttocks.  Her skin was so soft and
smooth and warm.  Ray kissed Amanda hard while he held her small butt
in his hand, pressing the trembling young girl against his body.

Tim was beginning to get quite uncomfortable and was having a
difficult time watching Ray have his way with Amanda.  Part of his
feelings resulted from his own longings for her which had become a
source of both embarrassment and frustration for Tim.  Especially with
Ray in the loop now.  To a degree, Ray Meeks held both his and
Amanda's fate in his hands, so to speak.  He was the only person to
know of their incestuous relationship and therefore was in a position
to dictate policy.  Not for the last time Tim wished he'd kept his big
mouth shut.  Then he heard Ray mutter something.

"Well, Dude," Ray said turning Amanda to face her brother again.  "I
think Amanda and I could use a little privacy.  You understand, don't
ya, Dude?"  Ray winked lewdly in Tim's direction.  Surprisingly,
Amanda said nothing at all.  When Tim looked at her he noticed the
soft skin of her chest and shoulders and neck was flushed a deep,
cherry red.  Amanda wore a kind of blank look on her face as she
allowed Ray to hug her from behind.

"I don't know, Ray," Tim said starting to object, but Ray cut him off.

"Where's your parents' bedroom, Amanda, baby?  We need some room to
play."

"Wait a minute, Ray," Tim said getting up from the sofa.  "What are
you gonna do to my sister?"  He moved toward the couple.

"Anything she wants, Tim.  And everything she needs," Ray said flatly.
"Now you just sit back down there and relax.  We'll be out after
awhile.  Where's that bedroom sweetheart?" Ray asked Amanda again.  In
her woozy state of mind, Amanda simply nodded in the direction of the
hall.  "That's my girl.  Let's go have us some fun.  You wait right
here Tim and don't even think about barging in on us.  Ya hear me,
Dude," Ray said in a distinctly threatening tone of voice.

Tim felt helpless and stupid as he watched the older boy lead his kid
sister away down the hall.  She was so small by comparison to Ray, and
Tim admired Amanda's pert little butt as it swayed slowly beneath her
tiny pink panties.  Little did Tim know that the next time he saw
Amanda, she would be a changed girl.

Tim heard the door to his parents' bedroom close with a familiar
"thud".  He returned to the couch, and for awhile he sat staring out
of the front window at the quite Saturday morning scene in their
suburban neighborhood.  Then he heard a dull thump.  Tim tried to
ignore it, but it was soon followed by another.  Eventually, his
curiosity spurred Tim to get up and creep down the hall toward the
door to his parents' bedroom.   As he drew closer, Tim could hear
muffled voices, but he couldn't make out any words.  Then suddenly,
while Tim Banning crouched in front of his parents' bedroom door,
there came a single piercing shriek followed by silence.  It was all
Tim could do to keep himself from opening the door and going in, but
he was afraid of what Ray might do to him and of what he might see.
Then it started.  Slowly at first then with increasing tempo Tim heard
a sound he'd heard on several occasions when he'd passed his parents'
room on his way to the kitchen for a late night snack.  The sound was,
Tim would later learn, that of the headboard of his parents' king
sized bed bumping against the wall.  Tim struggled with himself,
standing there with his hand on the door knob as the bumping sound
continued on and on.  Placing his ear to the door, Tim thought he
could hear odd rhythmic gruntings and gaspings, but there were no
further cries like the one he'd heard earlier.

That morning while her big brother stood listening outside of the door
and just three weeks before her thirteenth birthday, Amanda Banning
became a woman at the hands of Ray Meeks.  

Tim eventually got tired of listening to the proceedings behind his
parents' bedroom door and retired to the kitchen where he sat alone
considering his immediate future.  In particular, his future with
respect to his younger sister.  The hours seemed to crawl by.  It
seemed like ages ago that Ray had taken Amanda into the bedroom.  Tim
flipped on the portable TV on the kitchen counter and began to channel
surf.  Finally he lighted on an old John Wayne, World War II movie.  

Amazingly, the movie was drawing to a close when Tim heard a stirring
from the hallway.  He'd lost track of time, but it had to have been
almost two hours since he'd last seen his kid sister.  Suddenly there
she was, standing in the kitchen doorway.  Ray Meeks appeared behind
her and leaned a hand against the door frame, smiling.  Tim saw Amanda
in a new light that morning.  Never before had he seen that particular
expression that now graced her pretty features as Ray leaned down and
kissed her on the top of her head.  

Amanda had thrown a robe on, but the collar was open revealing part of
her neck and chest which appeared to be flushed a rosy shade of pink.
Her shoulder length auburn hair was tousled and loose.  Her mouth
seemed more "pouty" that usual, and her cheeks were puffy and flushed.
It was Amanda's eyes that truly caught Tim's attention, however.  In
their soft, brown depths was an unusual sultry warmth, a moist,
smouldering glow.  What Tim saw in his kid sister's eyes that morning
was that "freshly fucked" look.  That look of satisfaction and
fulfillment practically at the cellular level.  It was nothing short
of stunning on one so young.

"Your little sister is one hot, little lady, Dude," Ray said with a
big grin.  "As a matter of fact she ain't such a little girl anymore.
Are you Amanda, sweetheart?"  Amanda turned quickly and gave Ray a
pleading look.  Ray spoke to Tim but smiled directly at the anxious
young girl.  Amanda then said something to Ray in a hissing whisper,
that Tim couldn't quite make out.  He noticed that his kid sister had
become suddenly very tense.  Her small hands were balled into fists at
her sides.  Ray continued, ignoring Amanda's appeals and impotent
warnings.  "For such a young thing, your sister sure knows her stuff.
It took was a little coaxing right at first, but after a few minutes
all I had to do was lay back and let Amanda do all the fuckin'."  Ray
laughed at the mortified expression on the young girl's face.

"You promised, Ray!" Amanda suddenly burst out loudly, and stamping
her foot in anger.

"What's wrong, baby?  Don't you want your big brother to know that you
lost your cherry?  He's bound to find out sooner or later as close as
you two are."  Ray shot Amanda a knowing look.  Then turning to Tim he
said casually, "I popped your kid sister's cherry this morning, Dude.
I hope you don't mind.  I know she didn't mind, did you baby."  Ray
stepped up beside the irate twelve year old, put his arm around her
shoulders and gave her a playful hug.  "Nope, Amanda didn't mind one
bit.  She was mighty tight at first, but she ended up takin' my whole
big dick."  Amanda turned away from her brother's shocked stare,
utterly ashamed.  "Yes sir, and did she ever learn quick.  Amanda's a
real natural, Dude.  She handles a cock like she's been doin' it for
years."  Ray grinned wickedly, looking from brother to sister then
back.

Tim was in shock.  He couldn't believe that Ray would actually... "you
know" with Amanda.  He'd figured Ray was maybe gonna play around with
her a little, like Tim did.  He thought his sister was too young for
"the other thing".  Tim stared pointedly at Amanda, but she refused to
look at him.  She stood, head down beside Ray Meeks in the kitchen
doorway looking thoroughly despondent.  At last Tim spoke up in a
concerned tone of voice, "Amanda, are you OK?"  His sister remained
silent, staring at her feet.  Tim couldn't tell if she was crying or
what.  "Amanda?" Tim said again.

"Hell, she's just fine," Ray Meeks spoke up.  "Aren't you, Amanda,
baby?  Ole' Ray made you feel real good, didn't I?"  He hugged the
young girl again playfully.  

Shrugging from under Ray's arm, Amanda turned and spat, "Screw you,
Ray Meeks!" she shouted.  "You promised you wouldn't tell anyone if I
let you do that... that... you know."  Amanda was livid.  "And what do
you do?  You tell my brother first thing."  Ray shrank back in a mock
retreat as Amanda turned to Tim.  "And what do you care what he did to
me, Timmy.  You're the one who made me see him, you know.  It's all
your fault, Tim.  I'll never forgive you for this.  Never!"  Amanda
hugged herself and turned away. 

"Hey, come on, baby.  Don't be mad," Ray said with a chuckle.  

"Just go to hell, Ray!" Amanda said, staring at her feet.  "And you go
to hell too, Timmy," she shouted just before she turned and forced her
way past Ray, leaving the two boys looking at each other as her
footsteps faded down the hall.

Amanda burst into her bedroom, slammed the door behind her and fell
onto the bed.  She was surprised that she didn't feel at all like
crying.  She was too angry and confused.  She was hurt by her
brother's betrayal and angry at Ray Meeks for taking advantage of her.
But worst of all, Amanda was very confused by some of the things she'd
felt while in her parents' bed with Ray, and that angered her as well.
Ray Meeks had indeed hurt her at first.  There was no doubt about
that.  "But..." Amanda thought.  "He warned me before he..."  She
rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling.  Her tummy hurt and
she was so sore... you know... down there.  

The soreness called up unbidden memories.  Unconsciously, Amanda's
hand strayed between her legs as she remembered the feeling of Ray
inside of her.  At first she'd fought him, and he'd been pretty rough
with her.  Then it had happened.  Amanda still couldn't believe how
quickly Ray had taken her.  There'd been some wrestling while Ray
sought to position himself between her legs.  Amanda had pounded on
Ray's back and shoulders with her fists, but that hadn't deterred him
one bit.  Then Amanda'd felt something smooth and hot pressing against
her, and she'd suddenly become still, tensing up as if she
instinctively knew her moment was near.  "Relax, baby," Ray had
whispered hoarsely.  At first Amanda only felt a little increased
pressure as she gazed up at the older boy atop her.  Amanda distinctly
recalled Ray smiling down at her just before the pain hit.

Fortunately for Amanda, Ray Meeks was not overly well endowed.  As it
was, at only twelve years old, Amanda had a difficult time accepting
her first penis.  There was a period where she felt a sensation of
stretching and tearing.  She gripped Ray's elbows and closed her eyes.

"Easy, Amanda," Ray murmured in a strained voice.  "That's my girl,
we're almost in." 

Then came a sharp and intense pain.  Amanda had shrieked, she
recalled, more from the shock than from the actual pain which was
surprisingly short lived.  Ray had grunted and huffed as he worked
hard to force his manhood into the very tight confines of Amanda
Banning.  After pulling back slightly a couple of times, Ray at last
managed to fully engage Amanda.  

One her own bed, Amanda pressed her thighs tightly together around her
hand.  She thought about the heat and the fullness, and how when Ray
leaned forward over her, some part of him rubbed her in that special
place.  Now as it had been then, Amanda's young body was wracked with
a sudden shivering spell.  

Then the pumping had begun.  Ray had been gentle at first, but
gradually he pushed harder and harder and faster and faster, and
surprisingly, Amanda hadn't fought him.  She even remembered
struggling to position herself better so that Ray rubbed against that
certain spot.

There in her own bedroom, Amanda's narrow hips moved slowly as she
remembered how breathless she'd been.  Then Ray Meeks had started
talking to her.  "That's right, Amanda.  Fuck me," he'd said gruffly.
"Fuck me hard, Amanda.  You know you want to.  You know you love it,
Amanda.  Fuck me, baby.  Fuck me."  The words had shocked and appalled
the young girl at first, but then... 

Amanda unconsciously went on rubbing herself as she recalled how she'd
responded.  To her never ending astonishment, Amanda had actually
raised her slim hips up off the mattress to meet him.  "Uh huh," she'd
panted over and over.  Then Ray was kissing her face and pinching her
breasts and humping her harder and faster.  Amanda rolled onto her
side as she recalled how the morning light filtering into the windows
of her parents' bedroom had suddenly seemed brighter.  Amanda vaguely
remembered next experiencing a strange and somehow scarey glowing
sensation which had started in her tummy and quickly spread throughout
her entire body.  She recalled Ray grunting something about cumming,
or something like that, then Amanda's world had exploded.  

Amanda squeezed her hand against herself and clamped her thighs
together.  It hurt a little.  She was still pretty sore.  She curled
her knees up to her chest and closed her eyes.  Amanda remembered.
She remembered wet.  She remembered warm.  She remembered sparks and
pressure and slippery and a hot, wet fire in her belly.  A sizzling
sense of wonder had swept over her, carrying her away like a cork
caught in a swift current.

Amanda Banning had cum precisely at the same moment as her first
lover.  Was it an omen?  Amanda would never know.  At the time, she
hadn't even known what was happening to her.  She'd heard about
orgasms, but had no idea what they were really all about.  Amanda also
didn't know about semen.  It wasn't until Ray had rolled off of her
that she'd felt something cool dribbling down her inner thigh.
Reaching between her legs, Amanda's hand had come away wet and sticky.
Ray had to explain to her what the stuff was.  He didn't bother to
tell her about what can happen when little boys cum inside of little
girls.  Amanda would find that out later on.

Lying there on her bed the confused twelve year old came to the
conclusion that even though her brother had betrayed her trust, she'd
had kind of had a good time with Ray.  "I must have liked it some,"
Amanda thought to herself.  Then she sighed and sat up.  She and Ray
had done it three times that morning.

After getting herself together, Amanda dressed and made her way down
to the kitchen.  To her surprise Ray Meeks was still there sitting at
the kitchen table with her brother.

"Hey, baby," Ray said with a grin.

"Hi, Ray," Amanda replied meekly.  

"Are you still mad at me, Amanda?" Ray asked after a minute of
silence.

Amanda stood quietly for a moment as if lost in thought, then sighed.
"I... I guess not."  She hooked a finger between white teeth, gazed
down at the floor at her feet and twisted her body slowly back and
forth shyly the way little girls will often do when they are trying to
be coy.

"And how `bout me," Tim piped up.  "Are you still angry at me,
Amanda?" her big brother asked a little sheepishly.

"I don't know, Tim," Amanda said looking up at her brother.  "You
broke your promise.  Even though..."  Amanda quickly clamped a hand
over her mouth.  Was she blushing?

"Even though, what?" Amanda, baby? Ray prompted, smiling at Tim and
raising his eyebrows.

Amanda was clearly agitated by his question.  She squirmed nervously
there in the doorway.  She stared hard at the kitchen floor, unwilling
to answer.

"Even though you liked it, right?" Ray then offered after a brief
period of awkward silence.  A knowing grin spread across his face as
he leered at the young girl standing in the kitchen doorway.  Amanda
remained silent.  "You liked what we did.  Didn't you, Amanda?" Ray
prompted again.  "It's OK, baby.  Little girls are supposed to like
lovin' little boys," Ray explained.  He got up from the table and
moved toward her.

At first she shied away, but then Amanda allowed Ray to put his arms
around her and hold her close.  While the older boy hugged his kid
sister there in the kitchen that morning, Tim noticed first how small
Amanda was.  Her head came to just below Rays shoulders.  Her small
arms seemed so thin and frail as she wrapped them around Rays waist.
Tim also noticed just how nicely his kid sister was shaped.  Tim gazed
at the sweet curve of Amanda's perfect little butt beneath her
bathrobe.  Below its terry cloth hem Amanda's small but exquisitely
shaped, long legs were tantalizingly visible.  Tim remarked to himself
while watching Amanda in the arms of Ray Meeks, just how much his kid
sister had grown up recently.  

Amanda Banning had certainly grown up that morning.  There was no
arguing that fact.

While Tim sat momentarily lost in thought, Ray began to kiss Amanda
rather passionately.  Pausing briefly, the older boy asked his young
lover, "You wanna go back to your parents' room, baby?"

"Uh uh," Amanda replied quickly.  "I'm kind of sore."   She pulled
away from Ray, looking rather embarrassed.  

"Hey, it's OK, baby," Ray said.  "I understand.  Your first time and
all."  Ray tried to raise Amanda's eyes to his with a gentle hand
beneath her chin, but she shrugged away.  

Amanda was still one very confused little girl.  She struggled between
the perplexing messages she received from her budding sexuality and
the jabs of her conscience.  "Good girls don't do things like that,"
her mother's voice echoed in her mind.  She hated Ray Meeks and at the
same time she felt she wanted to see him again.  He'd made her feel
special, and Amanda realized she liked that special feeling.  A lot!

"Maybe tomorrow," Ray said.

Amanda had been so lost in her own thoughts, she'd barely heard what
Ray said.

"I'll come by tomorrow and we'll have some more fun.  I know some
other stuff you'll like, Amanda," Ray said, smiling deviously.

Amanda looked first from Ray and then to her brother Tim.  Then
looking back at Ray, she said anxiously, "I.. I dunno, Ray.  I gotta
think about it, OK?"

"Think about it?" Ray said.  "Think about it?  What's there to think
about?"  Amanda was beginning to feel the web closing.  "You just rest
up, Amanda.  Maybe take a hot bath, `cause ole' Ray's comin' to visit
you tomorrow, and we're gonna have a good ole' time.  Maybe we'll even
let your brother watch," he added.

Amanda's heart leapt to her throat.  "What?  No way, Ray!  I mean,
come on.  Please," she pleaded.

Ray laughed at the distraught little girl.  "Easy, baby," he said at
last.  "I'm just kidding, OK.  Just relax."

Amanda sighed noticeably.  The last thing she wanted was for her kid
brother to see her doing... "the you know".  "I mean sure, she and
Timmy had fooled around some.  A lot, really, but this was different,"
Amanda thought to herself.  She didn't want anyone to know about this.

Ray turned to Tim.  "Well, Dude," he said.  "It's been a real fun time
getting to know your sister.  "I'll be back.  You can bet on that.
Amanda and I are gonna be seein' a lot of each other, aren't we,
baby?" he turned to Amanda and smiled.

Amanda at first gave the older boy a pleading look then gazed
resignedly at the floor.  

"Sorry to horn in on your action, there, Dude, but your little
sister's just too hot.  I know you won't mind sharing a little,
right."  Ray gave Tim a sharp threatening look.

"I... I..." Tim stammered.  "Sure, Ray.  Whatever you say," he said at
last joining his sister in studying the linoleum floor.

"Good.  I thought so," Ray snickered as he turned to leave.

Just then Amanda ran to him and took hold of his elbow.  Then, looking
up at Ray Meeks with an imploring gaze, Amanda Banning initiated a
pattern of contract and betrayal that would remain an integral part of
her life for many years to come.  "Please don't tell anyone about what
we did this morning, Ray.  Please," Amanda begged.  "I'd just die if
any of my friends knew."  Ray remained silent.  "I'll do anything you
want, but just promise me you won't breathe of word of this to
anybody, OK?"

After a minute, Ray smiled condescendingly down at Amanda then placed
his hand on her cheek.  "Sure, baby," he said.  "I won't tell.  Not to
worry."  Having said that, Ray dropped his hand and made his exit.

Ray had returned the following day in the early afternoon and had
spent several hours behind closed doors with Amanda while Tim was left
to himself again.  More than once he'd crept close to the bedroom door
to listen to the proceedings within.  The sounds he'd heard, however,
left Tim feeling frustrated and unhappy.  When at last the two lovers
had emerged from their place of secluded revelry, Ray had left the
house without so much as a word to Tim.  Amanda too had ignored him,
retiring to her own bedroom and shutting the door.

"Amanda," Tim called softly after knocking on the door.  "Amanda?"

The door opened after a moment, and Amanda stood before him blocking
passage into her bedroom.

"Can I come in?" Tim asked sheepishly.

"I don't think you should, Tim," Amanda said after a minute's thought.
Then seeing the odd, slightly pained expression on her big brother's
face, she added.  "I think you'd better go, Tim."  She backed away and
started to close the door.

"Wait!" Tim said hastily, putting his hand on the door.  "What about
us, Amanda?" he asked.  "What about the fun we used to have together.
You know," Tim added ineffectually.

Amanda stared evenly at her big brother for a minute before
responding.  "I told you, Tim.  That's over.  It was fun, but it's
over," she stated unequivocally.  Tim gazed at her in silent
resignation for a long time before at last Amanda said, "Now go on,
Tim.  Go watch TV or something.  I'm tired."  Amanda shut the door.

Now it was Tim's turn to plead.  "Come on, Ray, just let me come in
and watch.  That's all I want.  I know you can get her to let me if
you ask her right.  You know, mention my pictures, maybe?" Tim
offered. 

"I dunno, Dude," Amanda's pretty dead set against having anything else
to do with her big brother."  He smiled at the discouraged younger
boy.  "I don't think she's ever really forgiven you for telling on
her, even to me."  He sat with Tim at the lunch table where this whole
affair had begun just a few short days ago.  Ray remained silent for a
moment, letting Tim perspire.  Then he spoke up.  "When are your folks
getting home again?  Three days or four?  My how time flies when
you're havin' a good time," he chuckled spitefully.  "I sure hate to
see them come home and spoil things.  I was just gettin' used to
spending quality time with Amanda."

Against Tim's wishes, Ray had invited himself over and spent the last
two nights with Amanda.  All night!  The two lovers had moved around a
lot, but at one point had settled into Amanda's bedroom.  Tim hadn't
gotten much sleep that night since his room and that of his kid sister
shared a common, a rather thin wall.

Tim sat dejectedly while Ray went on.  Then suddenly he heard the
older boy say, "Actually, Tim, we might be able to arrange something.
You've got one of those mini-cams for your computer, don't you?"

Tim nodded excitedly in anticipation of whatever Ray was planning as
long as there was the remotest possibility that it might involve him.
Since the beginning of Ray's relationship with his sister, Tim found
he missed Amanda mightily.  Actually "missed" was far to light a term
for what Tim actually felt.  "Craved" would probably better describe
Tim's incessant longings for his sister's company.  Tim couldn't get
Amanda out of his mind.  He'd become obsessed.  Just that morning he'd
masturbated while gazing at some old pictures of Amanda and him during
the more active phase of their sibling relationship.  Tim wanted
Amanda any way he could get her.  If he had to settle for voyeurism,
then so be it.  Tim was willing.

"Good," Ray said continuing with his plans.  "Do you think you can
hook it up in say, your parents' bedroom?"  He smiled knowingly at
Tim.

"You bet, Ray," Tim said with a big grin.  "Sure I can."

"Good.  That's real good, Dude.  You go ahead and do just that.  I
think I'd like to get a few things `on tape' between your sister and
me to use as a little `leverage'.  If you know what I mean."  Again
the perverted grin.

Tim only nodded dumbly.

"I've got a little suggestion for Amanda that she might not want to
agree to right at first.  You know how she is about keeping promises,"
Ray said deviously.

"What do you mean, Ray?" Tim asked, not liking the sound Ray's
insinuations.  "What are you gonna do?"

"Now don't you worry about that, Dude.  That's between me and your
sister.  If you wanna help, then you just set up that camera, and
maybe I'll let you watch.  Otherwise, don't go asking a bunch of
questions.  Understand?"

Tim knew from the tone of Ray's voice that there was little room for
negotiation.  If he wanted to look in on his kid sister's love life,
then he would have to do things Ray's way, or else.

Setting up the tiny camera had been child's play.  Tim had skillfully
concealed it behind the odds and ends that cluttered his mother's
dressing table where the small wide angle lens could have and
unobstructed view of the big, king-sized bed against the wall.  He'd
told Ray where the camera was hidden just in case Amanda grew
suspicious for some reason, but as it turned out, Tim's worries were
unwarranted.

Ray showed up as planned after school on Wednesday afternoon.  When
Amanda arrived home from swimming practice, he and Tim were waiting.
Amanda was given time to shower, etc, then she and Ray retired into
her parents' bedroom for some "afternoon delights".  As soon as the
door closed, Tim dashed for his own room where his computer sat at the
ready.  For the next two hours Tim sat enthralled as he watched Ray
with Amanda on his big seventeen inch, high-res monitor.  It was as
close to "being there" as one could get, and Tim suspected that it was
as close as he would ever get ever again.

Tim had seen several "X" rated films, but it was a lot different
watching his sister on the screen, and in real time.  Tim zoomed in on
Amanda while she undressed for Ray who sat on the edge of the bed
still fully clothed.  Tim's hand strayed to his crotch when at last
the lovely twelve year old stood naked and willing before her older
lover.  Tim took in every curve from the erect little nipples to the
enticing, barely discernable tuft of light brown wisps between
Amanda's slim thighs.  While Tim watched, Amanda turned away briefly
displaying her shapely little bottom for her older brother.  Then she
knelt on the plush carpet in front of Ray Meeks.  Amanda smiled
submissively up at Ray, waiting.  

"Go ahead," Tim heard the older boy say to his sister.

While he watched Amanda unfasten Ray's trousers then unzipped his fly,
Tim's thoughts strayed momentarily to a happier time.  Tim remembered
how warm Amanda's hand had felt on his own penis when she'd held him.
As he gazed at the computer monitor, Amanda leaned forward and took
Ray into her mouth.  "How wonderful her lips had felt around his own
hard cock," Tim recalled.  "How wet and warm her sweet mouth had
been."  Amanda's head began to bob slowly up and down in Ray's lap.
The older boy placed a guiding hand on the back of her head.  Ray
moaned with pleasure as his experienced twelve year lover administered
to him.  Tim almost came in his pants.

Ray managed to control himself, and after several minutes of oral
pleasure, he told Amanda to stop.  The pretty pre-teen sat back on her
haunches at his feet like an obedient puppy.  "I'm gonna fuck you now,
Amanda," Ray said casually to the young girl.  Tim's heart rate
increased dramatically.  Amanda smiled demurely and nodded her
consent.  Then while Ray Meeks stood and began to undress, Amanda
climbed up onto the bed and rolled onto her back.  Tim feasted his
eyes on his sister.  Her flat tummy, her shapely thighs.  Her small
but exquisitely firm breasts which remained pointed even though she
lay on her back.  Tim's mouth watered at the remembrance of the feel
of those taught cones beneath his own loving touch.

"I wanna try something new, baby," Ray suggested once he was
undressed.  He stood looking down at the naked youngster on the bed.
Ray's cock stood erect before him.  Tim felt strangely glad that Ray
wasn't very big.  When Amanda gave Ray a questioning look, the older
boy explained.  "I wanna fuck you from behind again, sweetheart, but
this time I wanna do it standing up.  Wadaya think?" Ray asked as he
began to stroke himself.  Unconsciously Tim did the same.

"I... I guess so," Amanda said shyly after a minute.  "What do you
want me to do?"

Ray smiled benevolently at the young girl then said, "Get up and let's
move over here."  He stepped toward the dressing table.

Tim couldn't believe his good fortune.  He wondered if indeed Ray was
doing this for his benefit.  At the moment, however, Tim didn't really
care as he watched his kid sister get up off the bed and walk
flirtatiously toward her mother's dressing table and his all seeing
camera.  From Tim's vantage point, his pretty sister's slim body
quickly filled his entire field of vision.  Tim zoomed out to the
widest angle he could achieve from the small digital camera.  Soon all
he could see of Amanda were her tummy and hips and down to mid-thigh.
Tim gazed dry-mouthed at Amanda's pretty pubescent womanhood.  Her
full labia and the slit between which were concealed Amanda's
succulent inner folds, were plainly visible beneath her sparse
covering of soft pubic fur.  Then Ray stepped up behind Amanda.  

"Bend over, Amanda and put your hands on the edge of the table," Ray
instructed.  He then placed one hand on Amanda's waist and one, Tim
assumed, on her shoulder, although that was out of view, and helped
the young girl to do his bidding.

Tim found himself holding his breath as Amanda's face come into full
view on his monitor.  She couldn't have been more than two feet away
from the concealed camera, and tim just knew she was going to spot the
tiny lens.  He breathed a sigh of relief, however, when after a
moment, Amanda extended her arms, moving slightly farther away from
the mini-cam.  Tim's view of his kid sister now consisted of her
pretty face above extended arms.  Amanda's hands were on the very edge
of the dressing table, her shoulders were forward, her elbows locked.
Between and behind her biceps, Tim saw her small, breast cones
pointing down at the floor.  Farther away from the camera, Tim could
make out Amanda's shapely thighs below her tummy and the small, darker
tuft between them.  Ray stepped behind her.

"That's my girl," Ray muttered from behind the little girl.  "That's
just perfect."  Tim could see that Ray had one hand on Amanda's right
hip and the other probably held his penis.  Amanda's face filled the
picture.  She looked a little nervous, Tim thought.  Amanda closed her
eyes.  "Open your eyes, baby," Ray quickly instructed.  "I want you to
look at me in the mirror while I make love to you, OK?"  Amanda gazed
at Ray in the big mirror at the back of the dressing table and nodded
meekly.  Unknowingly Amanda also gazed directly into the eyes of her
older brother.

"God! She looks so great like this," Tim thought as he checked his
image recorder.  Tim zoomed in so that Amanda's face filled the entire
screen when he heard Ray ask her if she was ready.

With an angelic expression of timid anticipation, Amanda Banning gazed
into her brother's eyes.  Her soft fawn-like brown eyes closed
momentarily when she felt Ray place the hot smooth tip of his penis
between the cheeks of her fanny and begin to hunt slowly up and down.

"Spread your feet apart a little more, Amanda," Tim heard Ray say from
off camera.

Amanda blushed slightly as she complied with her lover's wishes.  Then
Tim Banning was treated to a sight that few brothers ever get to see.
While he looked on from only inches away, Amanda's brown eyes grew
wide with a mixture of surprise and wonder.  Tim sat holding his
breath, glued to the computer monitor as an exciting medley of
expression played upon the lovely face of his kid sister.  An ever so
brief wince of pain was quickly followed by an expression of mild
astonishment as Amanda exhaled sharply, puffing out her cheeks in the
process.  Then as Ray slowly progressed into her, Amanda's thoughts
turned inward.  Her facial expression revealed her body's instinctive
efforts to arrange itself around his presence.  "Concentration" would
best describe this expression, mixed with a hint of uncertainty.  Tim
could see Amanda's brown eyes focus on the reflection of her lover in
the mirror.  She sought direction.  

"That's it, Amanda," Ray coached from behind.  "We're gonna put it all
up in there this time."  Amanda closed her eyes and hung her head
between her shoulders.

Tim saw her body jerk slightly just before Amanda raised her face
quickly back to the camera.  Ray had jabbed her.  Amanda's pink lips
parted in a soft hissing gasp revealing sparkling white teeth set
together in sudden pain.  Her brown eyes were round and staring.

"Look at me in the mirror, Amanda," Ray ordered.  He pressed on.

Tim watched his sister's eyes slowly begin to glaze.  The expression
on her face briefly took on an appearance of apparent resignation
before going altogether blank.  "Ughh!" Amanda grunted softly.  

It only lasted for a second, much like the fabled green flash at
sunset, but what Tim Banning saw on the face of his younger sister was
unmistakably "the inward stare".  The facial expression and luster to
the eye that characterizes the fully involved female at the very
moment of total penetration.  It is at this moment that she is
completely centered and entirely focused.  She is said to be "womb
centered".  It is a sight that few people fully appreciate, and one
rarely seen on the face of one's own sister.

Tim Banning was fortunate enough not only to witness this spectacle
but also to have the opportunity to record it for posterity's sake.
Ray Meeks went on to take Amanda to full climax for the benefit of the
camera.  Tim felt like a movie producer as he manipulated the tiny
camera, capturing Amanda's afternoon with Ray in all of its splendor.
But it was the scenes of Amanda's initial penetration and subsequent
total involvement that would become permanently etched upon the mind
of her older brother, Tim.

They would also become permanently etched upon a CD that Tim would
later write at Ray's request.  Also at Ray's request, Tim would send
his kid sister an e-mail the following day.  Attached to it was an
.mpeg file.

Amanda stared in astonished silence at her laptop computer.  Before
her played  approximately thirty seconds of full color images of
herself at the exact moment of full penetration, eyes wide, mouth
open, lower lip quivering noticeably.  There was even a sound clip
that captured every gasp and groan.  "Timmy!" Amanda seethed.  "It had
to be Timmy!"  It took several minutes for the shock to wear off, but
soon Amanda found herself wondering aloud.  "Now what?"  Then she
remembered the e-mail message itself.  As Amanda read the message,
everything became painfully clear.

 "Amanda, we need to talk.  I've got some friends who want to meet
you.  I'll be by this afternoon."  It was signed simply, "Ray".  

Amanda's blood ran cold as she considered the implications of the
ominous message, and she intuitively knew that she was in serious
trouble.

Ray of course went first while the other two teenage boys waited
outside the door to Amanda's parents' bedroom.  After approximately
forty-five minutes the door opened and Ray ushered the two new comers
inside.  On his computer monitor in his own bedroom, Tim Banning
watched the two older boys walk into the bedroom, guffawing and
punching each other playfully.  Then he panned the camera back to his
parents' bed where his sister lay naked after her first bout with Ray.
She looked so innocent lying there partially covered by the top sheet,
but just moments before, young Amanda had performed for Ray like the
veteran lover she'd become.

Ray had taken a liking to letting Amanda get on top.  At first, the
young girl had been apprehensive about the new position, but she soon
got used to it.  Much to Ray's satisfaction he found he could simply
lie there with his hands behind his head while the hot little twelve
year old worked herself into a frenzy on his manhood.  Ray had quickly
discovered that once Amanda Banning got going, there was nothing
stopping her.  Once she'd overcome her initial shyness, young Amanda
became a very capable lover with a surprisingly voracious appetite.  

It was this very appetite that had given Ray the idea that perhaps
Amanda would enjoy the company of more than one lover.  It certainly
hadn't been too difficult to recruit volunteers.  Tim, of course, had
immediately stepped forward, but Ray had turned him down even though
he knew he could get Amanda to be with whomever he suggested.  If Ray
had anything to do with it, Tim Banning would never touch his sister
again.  As twisted as Ray Meeks was, he drew the line at incest.  Ever
since Tim told him about his escapades with Amanda, Ray had sought to
maneuver the younger boy away from his sister.  Ray had a bit of a
mean streak in him, though, and took great delight in tormenting Tim
by letting him watch.  Ray smiled for Tim's benefit as he looked in
the direction of the video camera mounted in plain view on a tripod at
the foot of the bed.  Amanda had long since resigned herself to being
filmed in the act.

"Will, Kevin, this is Amanda," Ray said magnanimously. "Amanda, I'd
like you to meet Kevin and Will."  Amanda tugged the sheet up under
her chin as she stared warily at the two boys.  With a chuckle, Ray
said, "Amanda's always a little shy at first, but just give her time.
She'll make it worth your while, won't you, sweetheart.  Why don't you
lose that sheet so Will and Kevin can have a look at you."  Ray
reached down and quickly jerked the top sheet away, totally exposing
the blushing girl.  

"Ray!" Amanda whined as she tried to cover her nakedness with her
hands.

"Now stop your complaining, Amanda and get up here on your hands and
knees.  Let's show Will and Kevin what you've learned to do with your
mouth."  

Amanda was mortified.  She couldn't bring herself to look at the two
boys who stood at the end of the bed leering at her as she slowly
turned over and got to her knees.  

Amanda knew better than to try to argue or bargain with Ray Meeks.
He'd made it abundantly clear to her that morning what would happen if
she didn't cooperate.  Amanda had been livid when Ray informed her
that he'd made certain arrangements with two of his best friends.
Arrangements that involved Amanda and their little secret.  Another
promise broken.

"You promised, Ray," she whimpered.  Kneeling on the edge of the big
bed Amanda gazed up at Ray Meeks pitifully.  "You promised you
wouldn't tell anyone."

Ray stared down at the distraught little girl with a look of mock
sympathy on his face.  "I know Amanda, sweetheart," he said while he
began to stroke his manhood into erection.  "But after all the fun
we've had, and seeing how much you like it, I just thought you'd enjoy
a little variety.  You know.  Share a little."  Amanda looked sick.  

"But, Ray," she whined, looking nervously at his growing member just
inches in front of her nose.

"No more talkin', baby.  Let's put that pretty mouth of yours to
better use.  Now open wide for Ray."

Amanda gave Ray one last imploring look, hoping for a last minute
reprieve, but none was forthcoming.

Instead, Ray barked, "Do it Amanda!"

Amanda blinked then, knowing there was no way out, she did as she was
told.

"Ahhh," Ray sighed theatrically as he placed one hand on the back of
Amanda's head then slipped his cock into her waiting mouth.  Then,
glancing toward his friends, Ray said with his customary lewd chuckle,
"She's got the finest mouth goin', for a girl her age."

"Gawp!" Amanda spluttered around the shaft of Ray's cock.
Unbelievably, she'd momentarily forgotten about the other two boys
while pleading with Ray for her dignity.  "Gmmph!"  Ray's cock slipped
to the back of her throat, it's broad head pressing against her soft
pallet.  Amanda jerked when she felt a hand on her butt.

Ray grabbed her head between his strong hands and held her firmly
while he pressed forward harder with his impaling organ.  "Easy,
baby," he muttered.  "That's just Will back there.  Will says he wants
to get to know you better, Amanda.  Don't you, Will?"

Amanda heard Will answer, "Uh huh," rather hoarsely from behind her,
but she was unable to turn her head.  She felt his hand begin to rub
the soft skin of her shapely rear end, but suddenly her attention was
summoned to her mouth.  

Amanda had never been deep throated before, and the sensation of
having a man's penis slowly forced down her throat was both startling
and terrifying.  Because of her position on her hands and knees Amanda
was only able to use one hand to try to push Ray away.  With leverage
and raw strength on his side, however, the older boy easily
overpowered his younger, weaker lover.  Amanda gagged around the hot
shaft of Ray's cock as it slid down her throat with surprisingly
little resistance.  

The anxiety of having her airway cut off was suddenly compounded when
Amanda felt strange fingers begin to delve into places she'd always
held private.  

Ray held her face between his hands and smiled into the widely staring
eyes of his sweet young companion.  Amanda's belly began to heave in a
failing attempt to draw in life giving oxygen around the blockage in
her throat.  She pleaded with Ray with her eyes.  

Amanda slowly became light headed as Ray looked down at her.  She
looked so adorable with her little nose pressed into the bush of his
pubic hair.  He felt her struggle begin to lessen.  "That's my girl,"
he cooed.  "Swallow all my cock, Amanda."  Then unnoticed by the
distressed twelve year old, Ray nodded toward his friend, Will.

As Amanda's consciousness began to fade, she thought she felt the bed
sag, then warm hands take her by her hips.  Amanda closed her eyes as
her head swam giddily.  She felt Ray's hand on her right cheek, then
heard him mutter something.  Slowly Amanda opened her eyes.  She was
about to black out when Ray slowly pulled his cock from her throat
enough for her to take one gasping breath.  It was a breath she would
soon expel quite forcefully around Ray's fleshy shaft.

"Mmmphhhhh!" Amanda huffed loudly as Will's penis traveled practically
the entire length of her nubile vaginal passage in one swift motion.
Before she knew what was happening, young Amanda Banning found herself
impaled by two young men at once for the first, but certainly not the
last time in her life.  

A violent tremor passed through the young girl as her two lovers got
down to business.  Events progressed at an alarming rate from that
point onward that morning.  Amanda would later recall only bits and
pieces of all that she experienced at the hands of Ray and Will, then
later Kevin and Will.  She would remember Ray's incessant mutterings
of "encouragement" as he and Will alternated thrusts into her youthful
anatomy.  The images that were recorded by her big brother would
reveal a girl who's supple young body appeared to slide to and fro on
one continuous fleshy shaft which passed through her body from end to
end.

Ray came first, pumping his seed into Amanda's esophagus at a
prodigious rate.  Once satiated, he quickly withdrew to be instantly
replaced by the grinning Kevin.  Kevin was bigger than Ray, and his
efforts choked Amanda badly and hurt her throat.  He was also a more
forceful lover.  Holding Amanda's head tightly in his hands, Kevin
actually fucked Amanda's mouth and throat rather than allowing the
young girl to attend to him.

While Amanda struggled to keep up with Kevin's oral attentions, Will
offered up his seed to her.  Beneath her, Amanda's flat tummy bulged
outward as his now familiar warmth spread throughout her lower
abdomen.  Amanda then groaned around Kevin's cock when Will slowly
withdrew and fell onto the bed behind her. 

Unexpectedly Kevin pulled his cock out of Amanda's mouth with an
audible "splop".  Then, taking a handful of her hair in one hand,
Kevin pulled her up onto her knees before him.  "I'm gonna fuck you
now, sweetheart," he said ominously.  "I'm gonna fuck you real hard."
Amanda opened her mouth to object but quickly found Kevin's mouth
crushed over her's.  His tongue launched into her mouth like a torpedo
as the older boy flattened the twelve year old's small body against
his own.  Amanda tried to struggle briefly, but quickly realized that
Kevin would have his way with her regardless of her efforts.  Kevin
forced his hand between Amanda's thighs.  "Little girl's all wet for
me, isn't she," he said after pulling his mouth from hers.  Looking
her directly in the eye, Kevin whispered, "I'm gonna take my time with
you, little girl."  Then he turned to Ray and said with a laugh, "You
boys take a seat.  Amanda and I are gonna be awhile.  Aren't we baby?"
he said turning back to face the anxious young girl in his arms.  When
Amanda didn't reply, Kevin took her face in his right hand.  Squeezing
her cheeks painfully, Kevin asked again.  "Aren't we, Amanda?"

Amanda was becoming very apprehensive.  "Whaaat?" she whined
fearfully.

Kevin grinned wickedly.  "You and I are gonna take our time, aren't
we, baby?"  Amanda just stared back into Kevin's dark eyes, unable to
think of a response.  "We're gonna fuck nice and slow, and you're
gonna cum for me, aren't ya?  Aren't ya?"  Without waiting for a reply
from the frightened girl, Kevin shoved Amanda backward, causing her to
sprawl across Will who still lay behind her on her parents' bed.
"Sure we are," Kevin said as he unbuckled his jeans and let them fall
down his muscular legs.  Kevin was a football player and was
powerfully built.  Amanda noticed this fact as the young man then
tugged his T-Shirt over his head then crawled onto the end of the bed.
"Get out of the way, Will," Kevin barked.  "You've had your turn.  Now
I'm gonna show Amanda here what it's like to have a real man," he said
boastfully.  

Will quickly rolled out of the way while Kevin took Amanda by her
ankles and jerked her legs apart.

Stunned, Amanda gazed up at the ceiling.  Suddenly Ray's smiling face
came into view.  Will's followed and soon Amanda found herself staring
into the eyes of the two boys who stood over her.  "You treat Kevin
right, OK, baby," Ray murmured down at the young girl.  While Amanda
continued to gaze into Ray's eyes, Kevin moved his powerful frame
above her.  Supporting himself with one hand, Kevin then used his
other to grasp his manhood and guide the head toward its less than
willing target.

Still staring into the eyes of Ray Meeks, Amanda whispered
plaintively, "You promised, Ray."  Then Kevin was in her.  Amanda
shuddered all over as his much larger penis thrust its way into her
supple sheath.  

Ray gave the young girl a knowing smile as he watched her eyes grow
wide and staring as she accepted her lover.  At first Amanda felt
humiliation at having to endure the lewd stares of Ray and Will
leaning over her, but soon Kevin began to get up a rhythm, and
Amanda's attention was summoned elsewhere.

True to his word, Kevin began by delivering long, measured thrusts to
his pubescent lover.  Initially, Amanda was unwilling to look at him
and lay with her eyes shut and her head turned to the side.  Kevin was
unexpectedly patient with Amanda, continuing to stroke slowly but
firmly.  He reveled in the feel of the young girl.  Amanda's
adolescent internal musculature was uncharacteristically firm and fit.
He could feel every fluffy fold of her nubile vagina as the head of
his penis forced aside supple flesh during its rhythmic ingress and
egress.

No one spoke.  The only sounds that could be heard in the bedroom of
Mr. And Mrs. George Banning for the moment were the soft, wet sounds
of their young daughter being made love to.  The telltale sticky
sounds of female arousal.  The quiet gasps and soft exhales in time to
her lover's cadence.  Amanda opened her eyes and looked at Ray when
she felt a hand on her left breast.  The expression on Amanda's pretty
face was gradually becoming one of confusion as her young body began
to send those unasked for signals to her mind.  Ray smiled and blew
her a kiss as he started to massage her small breast, squeezing its
firm, resilient flesh then pinching the tiny nibble bud between finger
and thumb.  Amanda gave a sweet little gasp and started to turn her
head away.

It was then that Kevin administered to her a good solid jab.
"Uugghh!" Amanda grunted as her eyes flew open wide.  She found
herself staring upward into the eyes of her lover.

"OK, baby, it's time to get to work," Kevin said just slightly out of
breath.  "Raise your legs, Amanda, so I can fuck you better," he
ordered.

Unsure of exactly what the older boy wanted, Amanda slowly raised her
legs, bending her knees until they were even with Kevin's rear end.
"Like that?" she asked innocently.  It was the first time she'd spoken
to her current lover.  It was a definite sign of acceptance.

Kevin reached down and briefly fondled Amanda's other breast.  The one
that Ray wasn't enjoying, then put his hand gently on her cheek.
"Just like that, baby," he said with a smile.  Then gazing into his
young companion's eyes, Kevin pushed forward slowly with his hips
until he felt the head of his penis press against Amanda's deepest
tissues.  Kevin looked on with delight as an expression of wonder
mixed with mild pain and apprehension spread across Amanda's pretty
face.  "Just like that," he murmured again.  Then he added in a husky
voice, "You've got a tight little pussy, Amanda.  Ray was right."
Amanda blushed at the crude reference to her anatomy and felt a surge
of humiliation that Ray would talk about her in such a way to another
boy.  "And now I'm gonna fuck you hard, baby."  Kevin smiled at the
quizzical look of concern on his little lady's face, but he gave
Amanda no further warning.

Kevin started off slowly, just as before, but to Amanda's surprise,
both the pace and ferocity of his love making rapidly accelerated.
Down the hall, Tim heard the familiar thumping on the wall of his
parents' bedroom begin then grow faster and faster and louder and
louder.  It would be a good long time before that thumping would end
that day.  Again, true to his word, Kevin treated Amanda to the
fucking of her young life.  

Several years would pass and as many male companions before Amanda
Banning would entertain the likes of Kevin again.  It was as though
his hips were attached to a pile driver.  Kevin seemed utterly
tireless as he relentlessly rode the sweet twelve year old through
multiple orgasms.  Amanda quickly lost all cognizance as her thoughts
turned inward to focus on the pistoning mass in her belly.  In a
surprisingly short period of time, Amanda began to take on a more
active roll in their love making, angling her narrow hips to better
accept her avid lover.

Will was completely enthralled by the show, and even Ray had to admit
he was impressed with Kevin's performance and stamina.  While his
friends looked on, Kevin took Amanda Banning in every conceivable
position that morning, putting the hot young girl through her paces
for hours.  Whenever the opportunity presented itself, either Ray or
Will or both would lend a hand or a tongue in an effort to keep Amanda
thoroughly occupied and attentive.

After an initial "orientation" period during which time Amanda learned
her place in the morning's proceedings, the athletic young girl made
quite a showing for herself.  As Ray had found out during his earlier
encounters with Amanda and both Will and Kevin quickly discovered that
morning, Amanda Banning, for a girl of only twelve years old was a
capable and pro-active lover.  All it took was a little encouragement,
which the three young men happily supplied in abundance, to cause
Amanda to bloom.  

It was Ray who really "lit the fuse" that morning.  Between the time
that Kevin first began to "get serious", and before he shifted his
little companion from the missionary position to the side by side rear
entry or "spoons" position, Ray reached down between Amanda's
quivering thighs, already slippery with perspiration and other fluids,
and slipped a finger into her warm folds of pubic flesh just above
Kevin's hammering shaft.  With practiced ease, Ray located that one
particular spot that always sent Amanda into orbit.  He swirled his
finger tip quickly over that hard little nub and in seconds, Amanda's
hips bucked violently, and she came like a banshee.  That was all it
took to transform Amanda Banning from an agitated and apprehensive
little girl to an active participant in her parents' king-sized bed.

Tim was sitting at the kitchen table when Will, Kevin and Ray ambled
in.  Will had a big stupid grin on his face whereas Kevin wore a
simple look of contentment.  

"I sure enjoyed meeting your sister, Tim," Kevin offered with a smile.

Tim nodded and looked away.  There followed an uncomfortable period of
silence that was finally broken by Ray Meeks.

"Well, Dude," he said.  "Amanda'll probably want to sleep for awhile.
She looked pretty tired."  Will guffawed.  Ray shot him a hateful look
and the younger boy cringed noticeably.

Tim looked at Ray, but remained silent.  

"You tell her, when she gets up that Kevin and I'll be back later
today."  Tim said nothing.  What choice did he have?  "We'll probably
be spending the night."

Tim sighed then nodded.

Ray smiled then turned toward the door.  As the three boys filed out
of the back door, Ray Meeks turned at the last minute and said with a
big ugly grin, "Oh, yeah, Dude.  We all promised Amanda we wouldn't
tell.  Ya dig?"

End...  SM


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