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Subject: {ASSM} "Finder's Fee" By storysman (brother and sister in law)
Date: Mon,  3 Dec 2001 18:10:01 -0500
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                      Finder's Fee
                          By
                       Storysman


http://www.storysman.web1000.com/storyshm.htm
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I had immediately recognized the envelope to be of the type used for
wedding invitations.  Out of curiosity, I opened that particular letter of
my mail first.  Needless to say, the names of the couple etched on the
ornate invitation took me by surprise.  It was my brother.  It was my
brother's girlfriend, Beth.

It was the girl I fucked the night they met.




Spring break of threee years before had turned out to be everything I hoped.
Aside from getting drunk out of my mind every single night, I had hooked up
with a chick three out of the five nights I had been there.  Oh, they
weren't anything special, just horny girls desperate to feel like they were
fitting in and having a good time, but, a pussy is a pussy.  I was having
the time of my life, staying with my older brother who happened to already
be established in the world and owned a house on the beach.  I didn't think
things could get any better.  Then, on the last night, I met Beth.

She was an exquisite beauty in a sea of gorgeous women.  Blonde,
beautifully sculpted, and with piercing blue eyes, she caught my attention
and admiration in a split second.  She didn't take much of an interest in
me at first, not until she learned where I was staying.

I decided to use my brother's wealth too my advantage:  I neglected to tell
her that the house wasn't mine.

I had to fight off nearly every other guy in the house, and the specter of
a boyfriend she had back in Chicago.  But, I kept feeding her drinks and
flashing the wealth my eight-years-older brother had accumulated.  Charles
had done little for me in my life, I felt he owed me something.  He had
always been a success.  He had always been popular, handsome, the
first-born.  I had no regrets about using his accomplishments to my own
ends.  No qualms about misrepresenting myself to seduce the incredible
Beth.

After a number of drinks, Beth was ill equipped to withstand my advances.
I coaxed her into my room, where I shut off the lights and then proceeded
to remove her shirt and bathing suit.  I rammed my cock into her incredible
cunt to her cries of "Oh, God, it's so big!.  After I came in her, I kept
her in the room, feeling her up for ten minutes, until my cock grew hard
once again.  She had fallen asleep, but my cock pushing into her ass woke
her once again.

The funny thing was, I was too drunk to fully appreciate the experience
myself.  I remember fucking her only vaguely.  I remember how sweet she
smelled, and how warmth and smooth her naked flesh felt against me, but, I
remember little else aside from that.  After fucking her ass, I passed out
on the bed.  Beth gathered herself together.  I was conscious enough to
hear her mumble something about feeling guilty, about betraying her
boyfriend.  She blamed me for taking advantage of her, despite the fact she
enjoyed the moment between us.  She fled my room, and I collapsed into
sleep.

Beth escaped my room and rejoined the party.  That's when she met Charles,
my brother.  That's when he wooed her with her "charms."  He had everything
to offer her:  looks, money, the maturity of an older man.  Beth forgot all
about me now that she was intoxicated both by liquor and Charles.  Beth was
at his side from that night on, refusing to acknowledge me and the moment
we shared.  Charles sensed the tension between us, and knew that I had
plundered his new love.  But it didn't matter, he fell for her anyway, and
she for him.  I was gone a day later, never expecting anything to last
between them.

But last it did.  And three years later I received the invitation to their
wedding, to be held at Charles's 'real' home:  his near-mansion on a nice,
thirty acre-estate.  I suppose he felt I should be there, or else he'd have
to explain to the family.  I figured what-the-hell?  I had nothing else of
interest going on.




I arrived in mid-day.  A limo had been at the airport to pick me up, and
delivered me to Beth's and Charles's door in complete luxury.  A sign was
on the door stating the family was in back, so I left my luggage on the
porch and went to find them.

Indeed, their house was tremendous.  Aside for being huge, It was
beautifully constructed and surrounded by impeccable landscaping.  As I
walked to the back, the image of a shimmering pool, complete with it's own,
separate house came into view.  Family members were either stretched out on
lounge chairs or splashing around in the oversized pool.  I saw Charles,
and contemplated approaching him, but he looked away shortly after meeting
my eyes with his own.  He had no interest in speaking to me, so I didn't
push the issue.

As for Beth, I didn't see her until nearly an hour after my arrival.  She
strode out of the house, evidently from the kitchen, and placed several
trays of appetizers on the scattered tables.  My heart jumped at the sight
of her.  I had forgotten just how beautiful she actually was.  She was
wearing a shiny blue, button-down top and a pair of tight, white spandex
shorts that hugged her body and indicated the shape of her private areas.
I could see panty lines through the shorts with a little effort, and felt
my cock swell at the remembrance of fucking such a pure body.

Beth didn't even look at me.  Her determination not to gaze upon me only
convinced me that she actually knew I was there.  As I watched Beth
throughout the day, I began to think about the sex we shared.  I began to
feel sad.  Not because I had ravaged her, but because I hadn't done so
properly.  I didn't even get to see her naked!  I felt her nipples in my
hands and in my mouth, but I hadn't seen them in the darkness.  I had
fingered her clit, but I hadn't gazed upon it's feminine beauty.  The
desire for these things started to swell within me.  I hadn't thought much
of Beth as a person when I first met her, but seeing her again was
captivating me as I saw her as a sexual experience.  After she finished
bringing out the food, I watched my brother's wife head to the pool house,
watching her jiggling ass each step of the way.  Her body was tanned, her
brownish flesh mixing perfectly with her cascading blonde hair.  Her thighs
were smooth and taut.  Her breasts strained against the shiny blue blouse,
compelling me to fantasize about setting them free.  I pictured her in my
mind, laying alone on a lounge chair, her shorts wet above her panties and
showing me the clear shape of her cunt.  Her lips forming the words to beg
me to fuck her, calling my name . Kevin.  Kevin.

Beth emerged from the pool house dressed in a daring bikini.  It was a
glossy black material.  The bottoms were rather tiny.  It was obvious she
had to shave everything to prevent pubic hair from showing.  Her breasts
surged against the top, with a larger portion of each squeezing out of the
cups and threatening to reveal her nipples.  They jiggled unmercifully
inside, and my fingers twitched at the thought of touching them.  Beth dove
into the water, and I watched as the droplets glistened on her perfect
form.  I watched her for over an hour, sipping occasionally at my Long
Island iced tea.  I had become a virtual outcast, sitting alone and
speaking to no one.  A couple of times I noticed Charles looking at me, and
wondered if he had seen my gazing at his bride.  Surely he would be
uncomfortable if he had, knowing we had already shared out bodies.

That I purposefully drank myself drunk.  The people were stuffy, arrogant,
and boring.  I spent my night watching Beth, letting my appreciation for
her grow, yet trying to fight the thought that was brewing in my mind:  the
thought that one time with her was not going to be enough.  I seriously
doubted there was any way I would be able to stick my dick in Beth again,
but I wondered if I might somehow get what I hadn't gotten:  the chance to
see her naked.


No one noticed me as I slipped away.  I had moved my things into my room
earlier, and had some idea of the layout of the house.  I suspected that
Charles and Beth's room would be upstairs, as they "guest" rooms were all
on the first floor.  I climbed the stairs, making sure no one was present,
and worked my way down the hallways until I was certain I had located their
room.  I went back downstairs, and went to their utility room.  I found a
roll of Scotch tape, and headed back to my hosts place of slumber.
Carefully I placed several small strips over the bolt in the door.  When
they came to bed that night, they would probably close the door behind
them.  But it wouldn't latch, allowing me to open it just ever-so-slightly.

Several hours passed before the chance finally came.  Most of the guests
had said good-night, as did I. But I remained awake and listening,
listening for the sounds of Beth and Charles heading up to bed.  I couldn't
have been happier with the outcome.  I heard Beth announce that she was off
to bed, while Charles indicated he was going to the den to spend a few
minutes on the computer.  Beth went up the stairs.  I wasn't far behind.


I caught a quick glimpse of her before she entered the room and closed the
door.  She had changed out of her bikini since the dip in the pool, but
returned to the nearly-as- enticing white shorts and shiny blue blouse.  I
hurried to the door, not wanting to miss a moment of her undressing.  I
pushed against it, and sure enough, it opened slightly.  I just wanted a
crack, just a little opening to gaze through.  My eyes looked through the
sliver of an opening.  I saw Beth.

She was standing in front of the bed.  Her hands were at her blouse,
undoing the buttons.  My eyes focused instantly as her blouse began to
open, and a full curve of her breast was becoming visible.  She was
standing with her weight shifted to her right leg.  The pose was innocently
sexy.  I watched Beth finish the unbuttoning, and slide the blouse from her
shoulders.  Beth's breast bobbed inside her bra as she tossed the blouse
onto the bed.  My jaws opened with heavy breath and my cock hardened as I
looked at her.  She was so beautiful, so incredibly sexy.  Take of the
shorts, I thought to myself.  Let me see that pussy I once fucked.

As if obeying me, Beth's fingers worked the zipper of the shorts, then
slipped inside near her hips and pulled the spandex down.  She was wearing
a small pair of white stain panties that looked like a second skin on her
pussy.  Beth stepped out of view for a moment, and I began to panic.  I
feared two things.  One, that she was heading to the door because she knew
I was there, or two, that she was moving to another part of the bedroom to
finish undressing.  When she didn't arrive at the door, I pushed a little
more, widening the opening.

If Beth looked towards me, she would definitely notice the door had opened
a bit, but I had to take the chance.  She was at a dresser, and reaching
for the front-clasping bra.  I would have killed myself if I missed the
sight of the opening bra, and the perfect, beautiful breasts that sprang
forth.  Her nipples poked into the air.  Her areolas were dark, and circled
each nipple perfectly.  I had seen her breasts naked.  But I still wanted
more.  Beth reached down to the panties, but didn't pull them down.

She was rubbing herself.

I wanted so desperately to rush inside the room and thrust her onto the
bed.  Seeing her delicate fingers graze against her cunt, and her lips
quiver at the touch, was nearly enough to drive me to insane action.  Her
fingers slipped inside, and I knew she had penetrated herself.  I wanted to
cum.

Beth spent only a moment giving herself a bit of pleasure.  Then she
happily slid her panties off and stood completely nude before me.  I soaked
in the sight of her perfect, naked body.  Beth opened a drawer, and pulled
out several outfits.  I couldn't see what she was looking at, just some
silken red and something white and lacy.  She took the red and shiny
outfit, and stared at it a moment, still nude.  She reached back into the
drawer and pulled put a fresh pair of panties, also red and shiny She slide
them up her long, sensuous legs, sadly covering her cunt once again.  I
gaped at my brother's wife, feeling a lust at a level I hadn't experienced
in a long time.

Beth slide the red garment over her body, covering her breasts, but just
barely.  It was a robe, and she looked devastatingly beautiful in it.  She
disappeared further to the left, and I heard the sound of running water.
The show was over.  I decided to head back to my room before my brother
came up the stairs and saw the bulge in my pants that had been induced by
the sight of his naked wife.




Seeing Beth nude had an unexpected effect on me, and the effect was
growing.  It was almost as if I had never been with her, as if I had never
buried my cock deep inside bother her cunt and ass.  After all, I couldn't
see her in the darkness.  I wasn't able to fully appreciate her beauty - so
was so perfect!  Her breasts looked as they were sculpted by the finest
plastic surgeon's knife, yet I knew for a fact that they were real.  Her
hips curved deliciously.  Her lips pouted in a needing, feminine way.  Her
hair streamed down her back.  I simply hadn't noticed how gorgeous the
woman was before.  I knew she was hot, and was certainly impressed by
Charles's ability to land such a sexy bride, but the more I saw Beth, the
more I was captivated by her.

The next two days with marked for me only by the times I thought Beth might
be nude.  I caught glimpses of her in their bedroom, and another when I hid
in the pool house when she changed from her super-tight shorts and a
t-shirt into the very enticing black bikini.  The best moment, however,
came at the end of the second day.

Unable to shake the image of Beth both nude and in her black bikini, I
found myself perfectly in bed with little chance of falling asleep anytime
soon.  My hands had found their way inside my boxers, and my fingers played
against my hardening cock as I thought about my brother's wife.  I tried to
remember everything about our night together.  Her body had felt so
wonderful, so incredible.  But my own nervousness and lack of light had
stolen something from me.  I knew that I hadn't fully experienced this
woman.

The more I rubbed my cock, the more desperate I was to have her again.  I
ran through a variety of scenarios in my mind.  Maybe if I slipped into her
room again - no, that wouldn't work so long as Charles was in there.
Perhaps I could just proposition her.  I could simply ask her to fuck me
again.  But I doubted she'd go for it.  She gave me a look of contempt
whenever our eyes met, and I was sure she didn't want to do anything to
hurt Charles.

The main ideas I had for getting Beth again were to either rape her, or to
blackmail her.  Neither seemed like a great idea.  Raping her was sure to
get me in prison and kicked out of the family.  Blackmailing wasn't much of
an option, as Charles already knew I had cocked her.  Still, the remote
fantasies I played in my mind brought me nearly to orgasm,.  Just picturing
her naked body, with my cock thrusting in and out of that sweet cunt, was
enough to bring me to excitement in a matter of moments.  But a new idea
emerged in my mind.

I quickly got out of bed and crept out of my room.  I knew the house was
pretty much asleep, and I counted on Beth and Charles being asleep as well.
My plan formed quickly in my mind.  I just needed to get upstairs, get
inside their bedroom.

Every footstep I made seemed to echo throughout the house along with my
heartbeat.  I was doubly excited - one count from my hopes of seeing Beth
naked, the second for the nature of what I was about to do.

I was going to fondle my brother's wife as she slept.

I reached the door, but stopped before placing my hand on the knob.  I
needed to control my breath, which was loud from excitement.  I needed to
be incredibly quiet, and invisible.  If Beth awoke I just needed to not be
seen.  She would assume it was either herself or her husband whose hands
were on her.

I opened the door slowly, fearing the slight creaking sound would give me
away.  The room was completely dark.  I sank to m y knees and began to
crawl along the floor.  I could hear the sounds of my brother and his wife
sleeping peacefully.  I felt for the edge of the bed and nearly knocked
over a table.  If it hadn't been for my peeping in on Beth when she changed
with the door slightly open I would have had no sense of where to go.  The
room was mammoth.  Still, even with the vision the cracked door afforded
me, I had little idea where I was in the room.

My head grazed against something soft, and I knew it was the comforter.  I
had made it.  I huddled against the bed and held my breath.  I listened to
the sounds of the couple, trying to determine on which side Beth was
sleeping.  I could hear the mixture of their breath with the ticking clock
in the room.  The quiet sounds were almost deafening in the otherwise
silent room.

My eyes still couldn't see.  Evidently their curtains did a wonderful job
of blocking out any light.  But, Beth made a slight whimpering sound that
gave her away.  She was on my side of the bed.

I rose up on my knees, gliding my hands up the mattress.  As I rose, I
noticed a slight glowing from their alarm clock.  I grabbed it, and moved
it to the bed.  Beth was sleeping soundly.  I dim red light revealed in
small portions her face turned towards me, her lips parted slightly, and
the lace of a nightie.  Thin straps ran over her shoulders.  The front of
the nightie was low-cut, and as I moved the clock towards her breasts, I
realized her right nipple was exposed.  My body flashed with arousal as I
beheld her perfect tit.  The dark skin around it made the nip stand out,
and I started to reach.

I stopped myself, fearing that such a touch was sure to wake her.  Instead
I paused to enjoy the sight of her breasts hanging out of the inadequate
covering.  She wasn't wearing this for practical reasons.  The shirt would
cover little, and was certainly unacceptable around the family.  She was
wearing it for Charles.  I was certain he had fucked her.

The blankets of the bed covered Beth up to her hips.  I figured I needed to
remove them.  I pulled at the comforter, watching Beth's face for any sign
that the sensation of the moving blankets or the rustling sounds they
induced would wake her.  She appeared to be sound asleep.  I pulled the
blankets passed her knees, not daring to go any further.  Beth was on her
side in the bed.  The curve of her hips went upward, then sloped down the
length of her legs, which were facing me.  The lacy nightie was still high
on her hips, despite moving down somewhat as I moved the blankets.  A path
of the lace fell between her legs, obscuring what I was sure was her naked
pussy.  I reached for the lace, lifting it with my right hand as I moved
the clock with my left.  The cord was at maximum length, so I couldn't get
as close as I wanted, but I could still see enough of her neatly trimmed
pussy wedged between her perfect thighs to make me want to cum on-the-spot.

I was desperately to touch her, desperate to feel the flesh of my brother's
bride.  I looked again at her nipple, and reminded myself I hadn't come
this far simply to look at her body.  I set the clock on the edge of the
bed, it's light just enough to guide me.  I moved my hand to her hip, and
slide it upward.  The nightie moved with it, and the path of fabric that
had been between her legs moved, too.  Her pussy was now revealed more
completely, and didn't require me to hold anything up to view it.

Beth's body turned, and I felt an instant wave of panic.  She shifted onto
her back, but didn't awaken.  There was now enough room for me to sit on
the edge of the bed, which I did so carefully.  I put just the edge of my
hip on the mattress, and let most of my weight run through me legs and to
the floor.  I held the clock aloft, gazing at Beth's perfect body.  Both
breasts had shifted, and the nipples were again concealed except for the
obvious bumps they formed in the lace.  Happily, Beth's cunt was still
visible, now with a little more space between her thighs.  I leaned down,
holding my breath as I did.  I moved my face within centimeters of her
cunt.  I could smell her.  I could smell that scent of that perfect pussy,
which had been fucked a short time ago.  Again I moved my hands with the
edge of the nightie inside them.  I moved the fabric up, as far as I could,
taking in the sight of her naked lower body up to her navel.  My cock was
aching to enter her.  It rubbed against my boxers, calling for me to mount
her while my brother slept beside her.  As much was I wanted to, I knew I
couldn't go that far.

I looked again at her breasts.  My eyes were seeing much better in the glow
of the alarm clock, so I put it back in place.  What I was about to do
would require the ability to make a quick getaway.  I didn't want to have
to worry about putting anything back.

I moved my left hand over her chest, and slowly lowered it onto the rounded
flesh of her breast.  I felt her nipple poking through the lace, and knew I
needed to feel it directly.  I slipped my hand inside the nightie, and with
the lightest touch possible cupped my hand on her boob.  I watched Beth's
face intently, but saw only her mouth open a little wider, as if a sleepy
excitement had caused it.

I don't know how long I sat like that, but it was a long while.  Despite
using the clock for light, I never really looked at the time.  I sat there,
on the edge of the bed shared by Charles and Beth, with my hand on the
breast of my brother's wife.  I felt her chest rise and fall with breath,
and the faint sensation of a heartbeat.  What I enjoyed most however, was
the hardening nipple in my grasp.

My cock felt like it was certainly going to explode.  I decided to risk
another move, and guided my other hand to her other breast.  Slowly,
carefully, I massaged them.  I wanted to feel them, but not jolt Beth
awake.  I felt the weight of the breasts against my hands as I lifted up,
and the force of them returning to a resting position.  I felt both nipples
in my palms.

Beth shifted in bed and whimpered quietly.  I knew I needed to let go and
flee, but I couldn't bring myself to free my hands from inside her nightie.
If she awoke, I was caught.  I was willing to take that chance for just a
few more moments of fondling her.  She didn't wake up, but by the motions
of her body I was wondering if my actions were translating into some sexual
dream.  Her breathing had deepened, and become more audible.  Her hands
moved slightly, as if about to reach for a lover.  Though she hadn't awoken
yet, I knew the time was approaching quickly.  If I wanted to do anything
else, I needed to do it now.

I removed my hands from the nightie, watching Beth's face in the dim red
light the entire time.  I shifted my body down the bed, and only when
confident she still hadn't woken p, moved my eyes between her legs.  Her
chest was lifting up and down with breath, causing slight tremors in the
flesh of her thighs and between.  He right knee bent slightly, and I
realized I could smell her more strongly.  She was definitely getting
aroused.  I looked at her cunt, debating if I should do what I was
thinking, but deciding to go forward.  I got off the bed, opting to instead
lean over her, and reached my hand between her legs.  I grazed my finger
against her cunt.  Beth gasped, and held her breath a moment.  I moved my
finger against her opening, wanting so much to plunge it inside.  Beth's
body was starting to writhe.  She would wake up any second.  I inserted the
tip of my finger inside her.

"Oh God.." she whispered.  "Oh God, Kevin!"

I pulled my finger out of her.  I was caught.  I was trapped.  I stepped
back, trying to prepare words in my defense when I realized.  She still
hadn't woken up!  I stepped back towards the door and managed to crack it
open before I heard her sit up in bed and swallow hard.  I could no longer
see her, but I knew she was awake.  I quietly sank to my knees and
listened.  I heard nothing but breathing for a moment, then some rustling.
It wasn't the blankets I heard, it was the nightie.  I wondered what she
was doing, when I started to hear, very faintly, the sound of squishing and
flesh on flesh.

She was masturbating!  I wanted to see, but I knew I had to leave.  Still,
I pictured her in my mind, her arm stretched down between her legs, guiding
her hand and fingers inside herself.  She didn't suspect that I was there,
yet had said my name.  It could mean only one thing:

I was the one she was dreaming about!



The wedding went without a hitch the next day.  I spent most of the
ceremony gazing at Beth in her bridal dress.  I was virtually silent during
the reception.  With no date at my side and no family I cared to talk to, I
had little reason to open my mouth.  Charles didn't talk to me, just as he
hadn't ever since learning my cock had penetrated his bride.

I couldn't keep my thoughts from centering on Beth.  As I looked at her
breasts shift under the bridal dress, and the slits open for flashes of
leg, I remembered every detail I could from the previous night.  I had seen
her naked beauty, and finally felt the touch of her flesh against my hands
once again.  Still, I knew I needed more.  Fantasies swirled in my mind
involving Beth, of the two of us running to a remote room of the house and
me ripping the bridal dress from her perfect body.  Or, getting drunk and
remembering my cock inside her and needing it again.  Perhaps even
subconsciously knowing I had fondled her the previous night, and giving in
to a long desire to be with me again.  The reception disappeared in my
mind.  My eyes and thoughts dwelt only on Beth.  Of course, she pretty much
ignored me, except for one point in the night.

"I'd really appreciate it if you would stop staring."  Her voice was stern.
She had walked up to me from across the room.  I stammered a reply, but she
ignored it.

"Look, what happened between us was bad enough.  Don't call attention to
it, or to us, by gaping at me."

"Beth, I."  I wanted to say something, I even wanted to apologize for
fucking her if I thought it would lead to me getting to fuck her again.

She walked off, and averted her eyes from me the rest of the night.  I
continued to stare, and want.

Beth and her new husband were off to their bedroom to consummate the
wedding as the night came to an end.  The guests who weren't staying on the
grounds had mostly gone.  I stayed and helped clean up, only because I
needed something to occupy my mind.  The couple weren't planning to leave
on their honeymoon for a few days, in order to spend time with their
families.  That would give me a little more time to indulge my fantasies.

I wondered if Beth had known that I had been stalking her at every moment,
trying to catch any glimpse of her that I shouldn't.  I was obsessed with
the idea, and the opportunities seemed more plentiful than I would have
ever imagined.  I was dumbfounded when I saw her walk from her bedroom to a
common bathroom, dressed only in panties and a towel draped over her
shoulders.  She was carrying shampoo, and evidently going to take a shower.
Why she wasn't using her own, I didn't know, but I guessed that Charles
must be using it and for some reason she didn't want to get in with him.
Either way, it was a chance for me to see her again.  This time, I would
see her nude, sensuous body as she bathed herself.  Provided she didn't
lock the door.  I waited a moment until I heard the shower come on, then an
extra moment to make sure she was inside and lathering up.  I tried the
door.  As I hoped, it wasn't locked!

I walked into the bathroom.  The steam from the water had thoroughly
obscured the glass of the shower.  I could hear the water spraying on Beth,
and pictured her naked, wet body in my mind.  She had no idea I was there,
no idea I was standing just a few feet from her.  I don't know exactly what
came over me, but something was telling me I had once chance to persuade
her.  Once chance to seduce her.

I pulled the shirt from my body and set it on the sink.  With my eyes still
on the shower, I slid off my jeans and boxers.  I stood outside the glass,
completely naked, waiting for her.  My mind was reasoning that the sight of
my fully hardened cock win her to me, that the sight of it would so
overwhelm her with lust and memory of our past fucking that she would leap
into my arms and beg me to enter her.  We would fuck right there, in the
shower, and she could clean herself up before rejoining my brother.

I heard the faucet shut off, and listened as I heard her towel off the
dripping moisture from her skin.  I could vaguely make out her shape
through the glass, and waited with nervous anticipation as her hand reached
for the door.

Beth shrieked as she saw me.  Her eyes opened wide with fear.  Her eyes
opened with surprise.  And her eyes looked down my body, and settled on the
sight of my huge, hard cock.

"Kevin!  What the hell?  Get out of here!"

I knew I wanted to be direct.  I wanted to say exactly what I was feeling.

"I want to fuck you again."

"What?"

I looked her in the eye, and confidently repeated, "I want to fuck you
again."

Beth's body language actually relaxed.  She looked at me a moment before
realizing her bare breasts were bouncing in my view and the towel in her
hand was doing little to conceal her cunt.

"You're crazy."

I went to her.  I grabbed her arms.

"I want you, Beth.  I want you so bad.  I can't stop thinking about you,
about when we."

"When you practically raped me?" she said, stiffening.

"Beth, I didn't rape you.  You know that!  You knew what you were doing."

"You got me drunk, and you fucked me.  I wasn't in my right mind."

"I couldn't help it.  You touched me, I touched you.  God, you're so
beautiful.  I couldn't help myself, and I thought you wanted it."

Beth softened somewhat.  Still, she broke free of my grasp and wrapped the
towel around her naked body.

"Kevin, I don't want to think about that anymore.  What happened was wrong,
and the whole situation is best forgotten.  Now I really need you to leave.
Charles may come in here at any minute."

"Beth."  I walked towards her.  I walked up behind her, and reached my arms
around her.  My cock mashed into her ass.  Beth pulled away.

"If you don't leave right now, I'll start screaming.  Everyone will know
what you've done, and I'll tell them you tried raping me."

I looked at her.  I was looking for some sort of hope in her eyes.  Some
chance I could still win her affection.  But she was resolute.  If I wanted
her, I would have to rape her.  Humbly, I started for the door, still
looking back at her.  She was holding her hairbrush towards me as though it
was a weapon.  Her eyes were glaring at mine, compelling me to leave.
Then, something.  Her eyes looked down.

She was staring at my cock.



END OF PART I



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