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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 36
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: MF, MFf, teen, oral, exhib, inc
Revision: 1.61
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                       STANDARD DISCLAIMER

This piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It 
contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you 
are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO 
NOT read any further.

All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to 
any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely 
coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse 
any of the activities described in this story.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without 
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Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

After we returned from UT's Freshman Orientation, we planned a 
big party at the Coulters' house. It would be an end-of-the-
summer party as well as a going-away party for Gina and me. Susan 
was even going to fly over from South Carolina.

A couple of days before the party, while Dad was on a trip and 
Erin was at Leah's, Mom knocked on my bedroom door.

"Come in."

"What're you up to?" she asked, looking at my open dresser 
drawers and clothes-covered bed.

"Trying to decide if I really want to take all my clothes or 
not."

"You'll be doing your own laundry," she cautioned. "So I'd only 
take what you really need."

"No kidding."

"Take your comfortable clothes, a few things for formal occasions, 
and don't worry about most of your winter clothes. Only take a 
few. You can come home one weekend when it starts getting 
colder."

"Come home?" I asked, a little confused.

"To pick up your winter clothes..."

"Oh yeah! Right."

Then she paused for a moment and stepped into the room. "Do you 
have a few minutes?" she asked.

"I guess. What's up?"

"We need to talk."

Ice water ran through my veins. _Talk about what?_ I wondered.

"Relax," she said, reading me perfectly. "It's nothing bad."

"Okay," I said slowly, the word drawing out as I felt my 
heartbeat race.

"I just wanted to talk to you about the party."

"The party?"

"Mmm hmm, the party at Chris and Elizabeth's. You know, The 
Party."

"Oh yeah. Got it." I know I'm a bit slow on the uptake sometimes, 
but I guess I was still a little panicked at how the conversation 
had begun. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

"Well...," she said, hesitating. "It's not so much about the party 
as about boundaries, and our relationship, and... lots of things," 
she finished with a shrug.

"Okay, I guess."

"There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just come right out and 
say it," she said. "I told your father about us."

Suddenly, I couldn't breathe. "Us?" I croaked.

"Us."

"Us, as in us-us? As in... you know?" I made a vague gesture with 
my hands. Foolishly, I thought about circling my forefinger and 
thumb and poking the hole with my other finger, the universal 
"screwing" sign. Luckily, I didn't actually _do it_.

She nodded.

"E-everything?"

"Everything."

"Everything-everything?"

"Paul," she said firmly, "everything. I told him about the 
blowjobs. I told him about what happened in the cabin during the 
thunderstorm. And I told him about the parties at Susan's."

_Dad's gonna kill me._

"I told him it was consensual," she continued. "And I told him we 
_both_ enjoyed it."

"Uh..." In my head, I was screaming at myself to say something, 
_anything_, but I couldn't make my brain form the words.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

I swallowed hard and nodded. "When does Dad get home?" I asked, 
my mouth suddenly dry. I guess a part of my brain was telling me 
to pack my bags and run away from home. A bigger part was telling 
me to take it like a man, but that part wasn't nearly as 
insistent as the "run away" part.

"Tomorrow afternoon," she said matter-of-factly. "But I actually 
told him about a year ago."

"A year ago?!"

"A year ago."

I frantically searched my memory, trying to determine if Dad's 
attitude toward me had changed. Had he started looking at me as 
if he were angry? Had I narrowly missed getting kicked out of the 
house, saved only because Mom talked him out of it? Would he ever 
want to speak to me again?

_Stop it!_ I mentally shouted. If Dad were angry, he would've 
gotten angry a year ago. I would've been out of the house, or 
worse. But nothing bad had happened. Try as I might, I couldn't 
remember a single thing that Dad had done to make me think the 
axe was about to fall.

"He was shocked, but not upset," Mom said.

Relief washed over me as I finally found my voice and asked, "He 
wasn't?"

"No."

"He wasn't upset?"

"Paul, this conversation is going to take a lot longer if you 
keep repeating all of your questions," she said gently, smiling 
to take the edge off her words.

"Sorry," I said, wiping my clammy palms on my shorts.

"It's okay."

"Why wasn't he upset?" I asked. Then I hastily added, "It's not 
the same question."

"No," she said, smiling, "it's not." Then she took a deep breath. 
"He wasn't upset because he and I love each other very much, and 
he trusts me. And I explained the situation to him. I was lonely 
and frustrated because he'd been gone so long. I only intended to 
tease you at first, and hadn't planned for things to go so far. 
And... well... there were _other_ reasons."

"Hadn't planned for things to go so far?"

"Not the first time," she said. "The time in the lake."

"Oh yeah."

"I only wanted to tease you, but you got me so worked up," she 
said, her tanned complexion darkening as she blushed.

"How do you think _I_ felt?"

"I know how you felt," she said with a grin. "Remember?"

"Vividly," I replied, sitting down to hide the bulge in my shorts. 
"So why did you tell Dad?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Because I love him," she said as she sat next to me. "And I 
don't like keeping secrets from him. Besides, it was the right 
time."

"The right time?"

"Mmm hmm. We were talking about... something else... something 
similar."

"Something similar?"

"I need to talk to Susan about the wisdom of teaching you to ask 
open-ended questions," she said ruefully. Then she smiled and 
looked me in the eye. "Erin has had a crush on your dad for a 
long time, and she was... well, she was acting inappropriately."

"What was she doing?" I asked, suddenly piqued.

"Something she shouldn't've been," she said vaguely. "That's what 
'inappropriate' means."

"Did Dad and Erin _do_ it?" I asked, the heat of curiosity making 
my breathing quicken. "Have sex, I mean."

"Paul," she said evenly, "they didn't have sex. And no, I'm not 
going to tell you what happened."

"But, Mom--"

"Paul, no," she said. "Now, _moving along_," she continued, "your 
dad and I were talking about Erin, and I told him about _our_ 
relationship. Like I said, he was surprised, but not upset."

I nodded again. "Why tell me now, though? If he's not upset, I 
mean."

"Because of the party."

"What about the party?"

"I know this isn't the first time you've swung with us," she said, 
looking at me earnestly, "but it'll be the first time with Gina 
as an active participant."

I nodded.

"She tends to get... carried away sometimes."

"Yeah."

"And I wanted to make sure you understand that you and I can't 
get carried away ourselves."

I shifted position, painfully aware of my erection.

"I love you, Paul," she said, her expression softening, "and 
you're a very handsome young man. But you and I can't..." She took 
a deep breath. "We can't have sex. Whether we're swinging or by 
ourselves, we can't have sex, not even oral sex."

My shoulders must have slumped in resignation.

"Do you understand why?" she asked softly.

"Sort of. I guess. But not really. I mean, I understand about the 
whole 'society thinks it's wrong' thing, but that's kinda stupid, 
especially if nobody ever knows about it. I mean, most of society 
would think _swinging_ is wrong, which is why we don't exactly 
advertise it."

"Right," she said, "we're adults, and what we do in private isn't 
anyone else's business. If we're not hurting anyone, then it 
_shouldn't_ be anyone else's business."

"So if you and I both want to have sex, and we do it in private," 
I asked, "who would it hurt?"

"That's the big question, isn't it?" she asked rhetorically, to 
which I nodded. "It _would_ hurt us, though, Paul," she said 
softly.

"How?"

She took a deep breath and held it for a second. Then she looked 
up and smiled wistfully. "You know, I rehearsed what I wanted to 
say to you, and all the arguments I'd use, but it's not that easy 
when I actually have to say them _to_ you."

I cocked my head to the side, a little confused by her non 
sequitur.

"Never mind," she said. Then she continued. "It would hurt us 
because it would change our relationship. I'm your mother, I'm 
supposed to protect you. I know you're not a child anymore, but I 
still need to protect you."

"But if we both want to...?"

"What would be the harm, right?" she finished for me.

I nodded.

"It would change our relationship," she said. "It would make us 
equals, and we're not."

"Huh?"

"We're not equals, Paul," she said. "We're both adults, but we're 
not equals. Not yet, at least."

"I don't get it. What do you mean 'we're not equals'?"

"I mean that while we're both adults, I'm still your mother. And 
in some ways, I'm still responsible for you and your behavior."

"So? I'm legally an adult, and it's not like you've had to punish 
me in years," I said, trying not to sound sullen.

"I know, but I'm still your mother, and... and... well, I'll just 
come right out and say it. You're not as mature as me, you don't 
have my experience, and you don't have the _wisdom_ of that 
experience."

At first, I was stung by her words. But as I looked at her, I 
realized that she didn't mean to put me down. And as much as I 
didn't want to admit it, she was probably right.

"Sex changes a relationship between two people," she continued. 
"And you need me to be your mother more than you need a new sex 
partner."

"I guess."

"It's true. Ever since you discovered sex, you haven't hurt for 
partners. Sometimes, your problem's been the opposite," she said, 
chuckling. "You've had too _many_ potential partners."

Reluctantly, I nodded.

"But what I mean is that we can be lovers, or we can be mother 
and son, but not both. And you need a mother far more than you 
need a lover."

"It won't change our relationship," I protested.

"Oh yes it will. Trust me. This is where the 'wisdom of 
experience' part comes in. Sex changes everything. Sometimes, the 
changes are profound, while other times, they're subtler. But sex 
changes things. Think about it for a second," she said. "Think 
about your relationship with Susan. You haven't called her 'Aunt 
Susan' for years. Did you realize that?"

I nodded.

"You and she have a different relationship than you would if you 
weren't having sex with her. You can talk to her as an equal. 
Just because you're having sex with someone doesn't make them 
your equal, but sex with someone you love usually does, more 
often than not."

"Huh?"

"You've got a physical and emotional intimacy with Susan. And 
your relationship has changed because of the physical part. With 
me, we have an emotional intimacy--you're my son. But if we have 
sex, we'll have the physical side of things too, and that would 
change things between us. A lot."

I nodded. I guess I didn't want to, but I was slowly beginning to 
understand what she was talking about.

"And like I said," she continued, "you need a mother far more 
than you need another lover. We'd lose more than we would gain."

"I guess."

"So while it might be fun to fantasize about it--"

I looked up sharply. _Did she fantasize about me?_

"--some fantasies have to _stay_ fantasies."

I nodded slowly. Then, "Hold on a sec... what about Gina and her 
sisters? They have sex. Isn't that incest?"

"Yes," she said. "But that's different."

"Why?" I asked. "Because they're girls? Isn't that a double 
standard?" Belatedly, I was embarrassed by the sarcasm in my tone.

"No, it's not because they're girls," Mom explained patiently, 
"it's because they're siblings. Incest between parents and 
children is a problem."

"But not between sisters?"

"That depends," she said.

"On what?"

"Whether it's innocent experimentation or a serious relationship 
with lasting--and potentially damaging--consequences."

"Huh?"

"If you're just fooling around with your sister--or brother--
there's probably nothing wrong with it," she said. "But if you 
don't have normal relationships with your friends and you're 
fixated on your sibling, incest can be a problem. A big problem."

"So you're saying that it's not wrong for Gina and Leah to have 
sex?"

"Correct."

An idea suddenly struck me. "What about Erin and me?"

"What about it?" she asked with deceptive calm.

Was I about to ask what I thought I was? I _was!_ "What if Erin 
and I started fooling around?" I asked, sure that I'd found the 
hole in her logic. "Would that be okay?"

"If it was consensual, yes."

"You're kidding, right?" I tried not to look as shocked as I felt.

"As long as it's healthy, your dad and I wouldn't have a problem 
with it. Just like Chris and Elizabeth don't have a problem with 
their daughters' experimentation." Then she looked at me shrewdly. 
"Have you ever thought about it?"

"About what?" I asked. I knew what she was talking about, and so 
did my erection (which swelled uncomfortably at the thought), but 
I wanted to buy some time.

"You know," she said softly, "you and Erin."

"What?" I asked. "Do you _want_ me to do something with Erin?"

She shook her head. "I wouldn't say we _want_ you to. But... well... 
have you ever thought about it?"

"No," I lied.

She arched an eyebrow. "Really?"

I shook my head adamantly.

She smiled indulgently, and I realized that she could see through 
my facade of protests. "You know Erin's got a crush on you, 
right?" she asked.

I looked up sharply.

"You didn't know?"

I didn't respond, but my expression was probably answer enough.

"She does."

I swallowed hard.

"You're her big brother," Mom said quietly. "She looks up to you 
more than almost anyone else. Even more than Sean Sullivan," she 
said, chuckling softly. "And that's saying a lot."

"You're serious?"

"Mmm hmm."

"Jeez. I had no idea."

"You're a really smart guy, Paul," she said, smiling warmly, "but 
sometimes, you need to pay more attention to the world--and the 
women--around you."

"No kidding."

"But," she said, getting serious again, "back to the original 
subject. Do you understand why we can't have sex, especially in 
the charged atmosphere of the party?"

I nodded.

"Are you upset?" she asked.

"No." Then I sighed. "Yes. No." Then I threw up my hands 
helplessly. "Oh, I don't know."

"That's okay. It's not a straightforward situation. See how sex 
complicates a relationship? Even the possibility of sex..."

"No kidding." Then I pondered the original question for a moment. 
"No," I said at last, "I guess I'm not upset. In a way, it's a 
relief."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. You're one less woman I have to worry about not 
disappointing."

She laughed richly and then leaned forward to hug me.

I was acutely aware of my erection pressing against my shorts, 
but she didn't seem to notice.

"You're a good young man, Paul," she said. "I'm proud of you."

To my chagrin, I felt my face heating. _Why do I have to blush so 
much?_ I wondered miserably.

"And I love you," she said.

"I love you too, Mom."

Then she stood and smoothed her skirt. To my surprise, her 
nipples were erect. Her eyes followed mine and then she grinned 
wryly.

"I'm only human," she said. With that, she kissed my forehead and 
then turned to leave.

"Thanks, Mom," I said as she reached the door.

"For what?"

"For being a mom... instead of... you know."

"You're welcome, honey."

-----

The night before the party, my parents went out to dinner with 
Susan, the Coulters, and another couple. Erin and I spent the 
night at the Coulters' house. We stayed up late, eating popcorn, 
drinking Cokes, and watching music videos on MTV. Chris and 
Elizabeth let us know when they got home, but then headed to bed. 
Around midnight, Erin and Leah went upstairs. When they did, Gina 
gave me a sultry look.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" she asked.

"That depends," I teased. "What are you thinking?"

Instead of answering, she ran her hand up my thigh. When she 
reached my crotch, she trailed her fingers over my stiffening 
dick. I was wearing loose cotton shorts--without underwear--and 
she could easily feel the outline of my manhood.

"I'm thinking about the party," she purred. "I'm thinking about 
watching my mom suck your dick. And I'm thinking about a preview 
of what she's going to get."

"A preview?" I asked as innocently as I could.

"Mmm hmm. A preview." With a coquettish grin, she reached for the 
waist of my shorts. When she found the drawstring, she waggled 
her eyebrows at me and then scooted closer. "You know," she 
continued, "a preview. I want to... um... sample the coming 
attractions."

As she extracted my erection, I pulled her tight and then kissed 
her. While she slowly jerked me off, I thrust my hand down the 
back of her shorts and teased her damp pussy.

Our kisses heated up and she started moaning softly. With my free 
hand, I reached around and tugged up her t-shirt. We separated 
long enough for her to pull the shirt over her head and toss it 
to the floor. Then she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and 
pressed herself against me.

After a few minutes, I tried tugging her shorts down, but I 
couldn't get them off because of the way she was sitting. With a 
playful grimace, she rose, pulled them off, then pressed her nude 
body against me.

"You have too many clothes on," she said a minute later.

"I do," I agreed as she helped me drag my t-shirt over my chest 
and shoulders. Then I lifted my hips so she could slide my shorts 
down my legs.

Instead of resuming where we'd left off, she slid to the floor 
and moved between my legs. She'd just taken my shaft in her mouth 
when we heard a noise from the doorway.

"Sorry," a voice said.

I immediately recognized Elizabeth's crisp British accent.

"I thought you'd gone to bed and left the TV on," she said.

When I looked up, she lifted her eyebrows in amusement. She'd 
clearly been in bed before she'd come out to turn off the TV. Her 
glance trailed down my body to where Gina knelt between my legs.

"Getting an early start for the party?" Elizabeth asked wryly.

"I guess," Gina said.

"We were just about to go upstairs," I said.

"From the looks of things," Elizabeth said, "you were just about 
to go _down_." Then she chuckled softly. "Turn the TV off when 
you head to bed."

With that, she winked at me and then turned to leave.

"We'd better head upstairs," I suggested.

Gina half-whined in protest.

"Don't worry," I assured her, "we can pick up where we left off."

Before agreeing, Gina wrapped her lips around my dick. Then she 
ran her hot tongue over my shaft as she plunged her head down. 
For a few minutes, I let her bob up and down. Finally, she moaned 
softly and swallowed as much of my length as she could.

"C'mon," I said. "Let's go upstairs."

With a wet slurp, I pulled her mouth off my shaft. She gazed up 
at me with a blank expression. Then I gently pushed her backward 
so I could stand without bumping into her.

"You get our clothes," I said as I stepped past her, my erection 
bouncing gently with the motion. "I'll turn off the TV."

Her bedroom door was barely shut before Gina was in my arms again, 
her lips seeking mine as her hand sought my erection. My shaft 
was still slippery with her saliva, and when she ran her hand 
over the skin, I moaned into her mouth.

As we continued kissing, I moved us toward her bed. Then I pulled 
back, turned her around, and bent her over. She braced herself 
with her hands on the mattress and then whimpered as I teased her 
soaked pussy with the head of my shaft. With one hand on her hip 
to hold her still and the other hand on my dick to steady my aim, 
I sank into her.

Soft slapping sounds filled the room as I thrust into her. We 
scooted forward and she moved onto the bed on her hands and knees. 
I stood behind her, my knees pressed against the edge of the 
mattress. With one hand, I reached around and cupped her hanging 
breast. With the other, I started playing with her clit, teasing 
her as I buried my cock in her depths.

"Come in my mouth," she begged. "I want you to come in my mouth." 
Before I could respond, she slid forward and crawled toward the 
head of the bed. "Fuck my face," she said, gesturing for me to 
straddle her chest.

Who was I to refuse?

I steadied myself with my hands on her headboard and eased my 
hips forward. She captured my shaft and groaned in delight as she 
tasted her own juices. Then she held my ass to control my pace. 
With steady, measured strokes, I thrust my hard-on into her mouth.

She sensed when I was ready to come and let go of my ass. Then 
she gripped the base of my shaft with one hand. She used the 
other to cup my balls and put pressure on the spot right behind 
them. With her lips still wrapped around my glans, she began to 
jerk me off.

Pleasure built in my groin until I suddenly erupted, filling her 
mouth with my seed. As my muscles contracted and I arched my back, 
she moaned in ecstasy. When my orgasm finally subsided, she kept 
sucking, milking my cock for all she could swallow.

Even though my dick was still rock hard, the head was very 
sensitive, so I pulled back after less than a minute. I was 
careful not to put my weight on her chest as I sat back on my 
haunches. Instead of letting me go, she wrapped her fingers 
around my saliva-slick length and gently stroked me.

Suddenly, all the Cokes I'd drunk earlier caught up with me and I 
had the overwhelming urge to pee.

"I'll be right back," I said, gently pulling her hands free and 
swinging my leg over her body.

"Where are you going?"

"I gotta use the bathroom," I said.

"Now?"

"Yeah. Sorry."

I crossed the room in a few quick strides and pushed open the 
bathroom door. When I turned on the light, I immediately pulled 
up short. Leah was halfway across the bathroom, headed for the 
door to her own room. As soon as the light came on, she froze.

Guiltily, she turned to face me. She was nude, and I immediately 
realized that she'd been watching Gina and me. As my eyes dropped 
to her sparse pubic hair, I realized why she was nervous; she'd 
obviously been playing with herself. Her eyes darted to my 
erection, but she looked back up just as quickly.

"Were you watching us?" I asked. I was sure she had been, but I 
guess I wanted to see her reaction to the question more than I 
wanted an answer.

"No," she said too quickly. "I just came in here to go to the 
bathroom."

"Uh-_huh_."

"For real. I just came in here--"

"Don't worry about it, Leah," I said. "It's cool. I mean, it's 
not like you haven't seen us before."

She looked at me anxiously and then rolled her eyes. Then she 
looked at my erection again.

Impulsively, I clenched my buttocks and made my dick twitch.

Leah flinched and then immediately looked away.

"Is Erin asleep?" I asked, changing the subject as a kindness.

"Yeah. She was tired from shopping. I couldn't sleep, and when I 
heard y'all in Gina's room, I..." She looked up sheepishly.

"You thought you'd sneak a peek and... um... let your fingers do the 
walking?" Even with her dark complexion, I could tell that she 
was blushing. "That's cool," I added.

"Whatever," she said, smiling gratefully. "You won't tell Gina, 
will you?"

"Tell me what?" Gina asked from the doorway.

As Leah began blushing again, I chuckled. "You two work it out," 
I said. "I still gotta take a leak."

"Like that?" Gina asked, eyeing my erection.

"It'll go down... I hope."

As the girls began talking, I turned toward the alcove with the 
toilet. Then I shut the door behind me and tried to will my 
erection to subside. I really had to pee, but as long as I was 
still hard, my body wouldn't cooperate.

I stood over the toilet for a few minutes, hoping my erection 
would oblige me. When it didn't, I started thinking about 
_really_ mundane things. By the time I got to the preflight and 
takeoff checklist for our Cessna, I was distracted enough that 
I'd gone semi-limp and could finally take care of business.

When I stepped back into the main bathroom, though, my dick 
sprang to attention. Gina was leaning against the vanity, with 
one leg propped on the counter. Her eyes were closed and her 
nostrils flared as she breathed deeply. Leah knelt on the floor 
between Gina's legs, her head moving as she licked her older 
sister.

"We started without you," Gina said, opening her eyes and meeting 
my gaze. She held Leah's head in place with one hand and steadied 
herself on the counter with the other.

"So I see," I said.

"I can't decide what I want-- oh, God," she gasped "Oh, right 
there, Leah, right there." For a few moments, she was lost in 
pleasure as Leah sucked her clit. Then she regained her composure 
and looked at me, her eyes smoldering. "I can't decide what I 
want."

"Oh?"

"Mmm hmm," she said, nodding. "I don't know if I want to suck you 
while Leah licks me..." She closed her eyes in pleasure.

"Or," I prompted.

"Or we can give you a Coulter sister blowjob," she continued. Her 
eyes fluttered open briefly and then closed again. "Oh, God, Leah, 
that's good."

"Are you sure we should... um... you know?" I asked, glancing at Leah.
I'd never had sex with the younger girl, not even a blowjob, and 
I hadn't given it much thought. I was pretty sure she wasn't on 
the pill, so I didn't want to start something that might lead to 
a _very_ complicated situation.

"God, yes," Gina said.

"I mean, what about Leah?" I asked bluntly. "She's not on the 
pill or anything."

"I'll swallow when you come," Gina said. "Leah can swallow too. 
Right, Leah?"

"Whatever," Leah said between licks.

"Oh, God, Paul, come over here," she said, reaching toward me. "I 
wanna play with your dick while she licks me." Then she looked 
down at Leah. "Do you want to suck him off?"

"I guess," Leah responded with a shrug.

"'You guess'?" Gina asked, her attention suddenly focused.

Leah shrugged again and tried to resume licking her sister's 
pussy, but Gina lowered her leg and pushed Leah back onto her 
heels.

"What do you want me to say?" Leah asked heatedly. "God, Gina, 
not everyone likes sucking dick as much as you do."

"You don't like it?" Gina asked.

"I guess," Leah said defensively. "I mean, there's not much to 
it."

"'Not much to it'?" Gina asked incredulously. "It's about the 
best thing in the world."

"For you maybe," Leah shot back. "Not everyone likes the taste."

"You mean you don't...?"

Leah shrugged.

"You're kidding, right?"

Leah shook her head adamantly.

"How can you not like it?" Gina asked.

"Okay," Leah said suddenly. "I've never tasted it, all right?"

"Never?" Gina asked, her expression softening.

"No. So what? It's just white and gooey. How good could it 
taste?"

Gina knelt in front of her sister. "I thought you sucked Drew."

"I have," Leah said.

 From behind, I could see that the younger girl was trembling. I 
couldn't tell if it was out of anger, frustration, or 
embarrassment, but she was clearly emotional.

"Didn't you swallow?" Gina asked.

Leah shook her head and then wiped her eyes.

"What about that time you, Erin, and Trish were with him?"

_Erin? Trish? _What_ time they were with Drew?_ I wondered.

"Drew wanted us to kneel in front of him so he could jerk off," 
Leah said, sniffling. "He shot his stuff on our faces."

"I thought you said he came three or four times," Gina said.

"He did," Leah answered. "Erin swallowed once, and the third time, 
he came on Trish's back after screwing her. I just got to suck 
him."

"But what about Sean?" Gina asked. "You said you and Erin fooled 
around with him too."

_Sean?_ I thought. _Sean Sullivan? Duh!_

"Every time we sucked him off, Erin swallowed," Leah said. Then 
she sniffled and wiped her cheeks. "I guess I'm not like you and 
Kara," she said dejectedly. "I mean, I _wanted_ to, but... God, I 
must be so messed up."

"It's okay," Gina soothed, wrapping her arms around her sister.

"It's not fair," Leah sobbed into Gina's shoulder. "I wanted to, 
but... I want guys to like me, but they never do."

"Shhhhh," Gina hushed, hugging Leah tight and rubbing her back 
gently. "It's all right. You'll get your chance." Then Gina 
looked up at me, her eyes brimming with tears of her own.

Despite minor sisterly quarrels, I knew Gina cared for Leah, but 
I'd never seen her show so much compassion or tenderness toward 
her.

"I'm just not like you," Leah complained softly, her shoulders 
shaking with sobs.

"Yes you are," Gina answered immediately.

Leah shook her head.

"You are too."

"But what if I'm not?"

"If you're not," Gina said, "we'll love you however you are."

Leah started sobbing harder and then clutched Gina tight.

"It's okay," Gina whispered. "You're just like us. I was the same 
way."

"You were?" Leah asked suddenly, lifting her head.

"Mmm hmm. I wanted to, but I was scared," Gina said. Then she 
brushed a tear-streaked lock of hair out of Leah's face. "Kara 
and I had this big talk and she made me feel a lot better."

"She did?"

"Mmm hmm."

Leah sniffled and wiped her cheeks with the back of one hand.

"I was worried that I'd do something wrong," Gina said, "or that 
Paul wouldn't like it, or..." Then she smiled affectionately and 
looked up at me. "I was worried about a lot of things," she added, 
for my benefit as well as Leah's. "I was worried that I wasn't 
like Kara and Mom."

Leah nodded miserably. "So, what did Kara say?" she asked.

"Pretty much the same thing I'm saying now," Gina said with a 
warm smile.

"But you're not like me," Leah said. "What if I'm a..."

"What if you're a what?" Gina asked.

"What if I'm a... you know... a lezzie?" Leah whispered.

"You're not," Gina said, laughing softly as she hugged her sister. 
"You like guys, you're just like us. It's just that we like girls 
too."

"But what if I don't like guys as much as I like girls?"

"Ha!" Gina snorted. "Look at the guys you've picked. Sean's the 
only one who's not a jerk."

"Drew's not a jerk," Leah said defensively.

"He can be."

"He's getting better."

"Okay, maybe. But what about Todd?"

I looked up sharply. _Todd? Todd Zachary?!_

"Okay," Leah said, laughing softly. "Todd was a jerk."

"And your boyfriend in eighth grade?"

"Clay?" Leah asked, to which Gina nodded. "Yeah, okay, he was a 
jerk too. But we never did anything."

"Still," Gina said, "you've just picked the wrong guys." Then she 
looked up at me and smiled. "With Paul, I got lucky."

I smiled in return and nodded, pointing at myself and holding up 
two fingers. _Me too._

"And Sean's not so bad," Gina continued.

"But he likes Erin."

"Okay. What about Drew?"

"Trish," Leah said gloomily. "Besides, she lets him do it."

"So?" Gina asked. "You're not a virgin."

"Yeah, right," Leah said derisively. "One time with Todd the 
asshole. And it hurt. I might as well be a virgin."

"It doesn't hurt if you've got the right guy."

"Sure," Leah said, "that's easy for you to say. You've got Paul." 
Then she took a deep, shuddering breath. "I know the rules," she 
said sullenly. "It's not like _I_ can have him."

"Not for keeps," Gina said, "but there's no rule that says we 
can't share him."

_What about what _I_ want?_ I started to bristle. As soon as I 
thought about it, however, I calmed down. Gina wasn't talking 
about sharing me for _her_ pleasure, but for someone else's. For 
Leah. I almost laughed at myself. _Sure, I'll have sex with Leah 
if it'd make her feel better. I'll do whatever I have to... Right!_

"You mean that?" Leah asked.

Gina nodded. "Kara and I did."

"Oh yeah."

"Mmm hmm. Kara really liked it."

"She did?" Leah asked.

"Mmm hmm. I think if we ask him nicely, Paul would take care of 
both of us." Then, to my surprise, Gina looked at me and lifted 
her eyebrows in silent question.

Leah turned and looked at me with red-rimmed eyes, pleading for 
me to say yes.

"Sure," I said. "When two beautiful girls ask me to take care of 
them, I'd have to be crazy to say no."

"You mean it?" Leah asked.

Behind her, Gina mouthed, "Thank you."

"Of course I mean it," I said.

Leah's eyes dropped to my dick. During their emotional discussion, 
I'd lost my erection.

"Don't worry," Gina said, following her sister's gaze. "We'll 
take care of that."

Leah turned to look at her.

"With two Coulter sisters in bed with him," Gina said, grinning, 
"he doesn't stand a chance. He'll be hard all night."

"Really?" Leah asked.

"Trust me," Gina said. Then she looked at me. "We'll just get 
cleaned up first..."

"Um... sure," I said. "Sorry. I guess I'll wait in your room."

"Duh, goof," Gina said softly. "Erin's in Leah's room." Then a 
mischievous expression flickered over her face. "Unless you 
wanna--"

"I'll be in your room," I said firmly, cutting her off.

She grinned at me and shrugged. Then she kissed Leah on the 
forehead and said, "Now, let's get you cleaned up."

Leah nodded and they stood up. On the way out the door, Gina 
stepped away from her sister.

"You don't mind, do you?" she asked quietly. Behind her, Leah 
blew her nose, so there wasn't any danger that she'd overhear us.

"No," I said.

"You don't have to, if you don't want to," Gina said.

"With two Coulter sisters in bed with me," I said, grinning wryly, 
"I don't stand a chance."

"Thank you," she whispered.

Then she pressed herself against me and tilted her head back. My 
lips met hers in a quick kiss.

"You're a goof," she said softly, "but you're _my_ goof."

-----

For fifteen minutes, I lay in Gina's bed with my hands laced 
behind my head, listening to the girls talk quietly in the 
bathroom. It was well after midnight, and I wanted to get to 
sleep, but I knew this was important to Gina. More importantly, 
she was doing something nice for her sister. Gina wasn't selfish, 
but she could sometimes be a little self-absorbed. Since she was 
"helping" Leah, I wanted to be supportive.

With the girls safely out of earshot, I finally chuckled out loud. 
I couldn't believe my girlfriend had asked me to have sex with 
her younger sister. Part of me laughed at my "just doing my duty, 
ma'am" attitude. I knew it was more important than that, but it 
still seemed funny. A little funny, at least.

When the bathroom door finally opened, the light behind the girls 
silhouetted their figures. Then Gina turned off the bathroom 
lights and I saw them clearly. Gina had brushed Leah's hair and 
pinned it back with barrettes. Gina had also helped her put on 
some make-up and lip gloss.

My breath caught in my throat as I realized how much Leah looked 
like a younger Gina, like Gina when she and I had first fallen in 
love. Her body was much like Gina's had been, and she exuded the 
same eager innocence. She had the full breasts and flared hips of 
a woman, although she still moved with the coltish grace of a 
fifteen-year-old girl. But she wasn't as inexperienced as Gina 
had been, I reminded myself.

Then I suddenly realized that both girls were waiting for my 
reaction. "Wow," I said.

"See," Gina said to Leah. "I told you."

I swung my legs to the side of the bed and stood up. As I walked 
toward the girls, I felt my dick stiffening in anticipation.

"You look really cute," I said to Leah.

She lowered her eyes and smiled bashfully.

Then Gina moved around her sister and slipped under my arm. I 
kissed the top of her head before looking back at Leah.

"C'mere," Gina told her sister. "Feel his dick."

Tentatively, Leah stepped closer and then grasped my stiffening 
shaft. She looked up shyly, her eyes seeking approval.

I smiled and waggled my eyebrows suggestively.

Gina wrapped her fingers around Leah's and together they started 
stroking my manhood.

"Why don't we move to the bed," I suggested.

Leah looked up anxiously, but seemed to relax when Gina nodded in 
agreement.

"We can suck you off," Gina suggested. "And _you_," she said to 
Leah, "can swallow when he comes."

Leah looked nervous, but determined to go through with it.

"You're going to love the taste," Gina said.

"I liked the taste when I sucked Sean," Leah said hopefully.

"That's pre-come," Gina said. "The real thing is even better."

"It is?" Leah asked, wide-eyed.

"_Much_ better," Gina replied.

"I didn't really taste any when Drew shot on our faces," Leah 
said. "I should've, but..."

"That's okay," Gina said. "You'll get to taste some tonight."

"Cool."

The girls positioned me in the center of the bed and I propped a 
few pillows behind my head so I could watch. Gina maneuvered Leah 
between my legs and then knelt to the side. My hard-on rested 
against my stomach as Gina glanced up at me, grinning eagerly.

When Leah lifted my shaft and wrapped her lips around the head, I 
groaned in pleasure. Her lips were warm and soft, and she was a 
_lot_ more experienced than Gina had been when she first sucked 
me, three years before. Leah bobbed her head up and down, 
caressing the underside ridge of my shaft with her tongue. Her 
lips formed a shiny "O" around my girth as she fellated me.

For a few minutes, I watched as the girls took turns sucking me. 
While Leah licked and sucked my balls, Gina bobbed above my shaft, 
running her tongue over my sensitive glans. Then they switched, 
with Leah sucking me while Gina tilted her head to the side and 
tongued the base of my shaft.

While Leah was sucking, I touched Gina on the shoulder to get her 
attention. With gestures, I directed her to curl up next to me so 
I could play with her pussy. Her eyes lit up when she figured out 
what I wanted, and she eagerly complied.

I inserted two fingers between her fleshy folds and slowly shoved 
them deep inside her. Her pussy was drenched. With my thumb, I 
teased her hooded clit. Instead of trying to suck my dick, she 
merely rolled to her back and enjoyed my touch.

After a few minutes, Gina sat up and maneuvered Leah toward her. 
Gina lay along my right side while Leah knelt on my right as well, 
though she was perpendicular to my body. When Leah started 
sucking me again, her full breasts hung right above Gina's face.

As I resumed playing with Gina, she started sucking her sister's 
nipples. Then she reached through Leah's legs and started teasing 
the younger girl's clit. Leah went wild. She moaned deep in her 
throat and started rocking her hips. Her moan vibrated my shaft, 
sending ripples of pleasure through my groin.

"Oh, God, Leah," I gasped. "I'm gonna come."

"Wrap your lips around the head," Gina hastily directed. "Then 
jerk him off. When he comes, breathe through your nose and 
swallow."

Without removing her lips from my shaft, Leah nodded. Following 
Gina's advice, she gripped my shaft and began stroking.

"That's good, Leah," I grunted. "Keep doing that."

The pleasure in my loins built steadily and I closed my eyes to 
savor it. Leah definitely knew what she was doing. Her technique 
wasn't as polished as Gina's, but her soft lips and darting 
tongue were more than enough to push me over the edge. With a 
groan, I clenched my buttocks and pointed my toes. Then, the 
first spurt of semen surged up my shaft.

Leah moaned in surprise when the blast of come hit the back of 
her throat, but she kept swallowing. The next spurt gushed over 
her tongue and I felt her swallow. Then I clenched my eyes shut, 
oblivious to everything but the pleasure which suffused my senses.

When I opened my eyes, still a little dazed, Leah cleared her 
throat and then sat up. Her right hand still gripped my shaft, so 
she used the fingers of her left to wipe the corners of her mouth. 
Then she swallowed again.

"God, Gina," she said, panting slightly, "you didn't tell me it 
was gonna be so much."

Gina twisted and sat up, gasping as my fingers withdrew from her 
sodden pussy.

"I thought I was gonna choke," Leah said.

"Yeah, he comes a lot," Gina agreed. Then she smiled in 
expectation. "Did you like it? Isn't it as good as I told you?"

"It's okay," Leah said. She seemed like she wanted to say more, 
but she didn't.

"Only okay?"

Leah shrugged. "I guess. What's it supposed to taste like? I mean, 
it's not like chocolate or anything."

"Oh, God," Gina said, "it's better than chocolate."

"No way," Leah disagreed. "It kinda tastes like bleach. I mean, 
it's not bad, but no way it's better than chocolate."

"Maybe you're _not_ like us," Gina said. When a scowl crossed 
Leah's face, Gina laughed. "I'm teasing." Then she shrugged. "I 
mean, I like it more than Kara does, so..."

"So _you're_ not like the rest of us," Leah accused with a grin.

"I guess. But I don't care."

"Me neither," Leah said. "You're still my sister and all."

Gina nodded as she rolled to her knees. Then the two girls hugged 
each other.

"Thank you," Leah whispered.

"You're welcome."

After relaxing a little while, with one girl on either side of me, 
Gina started playing with my dick.

"Do you wanna suck him again?" she asked, lifting her head to 
look across my body at Leah.

"I guess."

"Cool. Let's get him hard, first. Then we can play."

"Okay," Leah agreed.

With that, they started sucking me again. It took me a while, but 
I finally got hard. Then the girls got into a sixty-nine with 
Leah on the bottom. She held Gina's pussy open as I entered from 
behind.

While I thrust into Gina, she licked and sucked Leah's pussy. 
Leah mostly enjoyed the view as I thrust into her sister. I 
wanted to help get Leah off, so I reached down and tweaked her 
dark nipples. She began writhing in pleasure, moaning at the 
sensations we were creating. With both Gina and me working on her, 
she came quickly, tensing up and whimpering as she did.

Once Leah's orgasm subsided, I resumed thrusting into Gina. At 
the same time, Leah started licking and sucking Gina's clit. I 
kept my pace deliberately slow so Leah wouldn't get battered. 
Each time I thrust into Gina, my balls hit Leah in the nose, but 
it wasn't hard enough to hurt either of us. Once, when I pulled 
back too far, my dick slipped free. Still concentrating on my 
rhythm, I thrust forward and my pussy-slick manhood hit Leah in 
the forehead.

Instead of pulling back, I held myself still and told Leah to 
suck me. As soon as her lips wrapped around my shaft, she moaned 
in surprise and delight. Then she eagerly sucked as much of my 
shaft as she could, tasting Gina's and my combined juices. After 
a minute, I pulled it away from Leah's hungry lips and slid back 
into Gina.

Leah moaned in protest, but I told her to be patient. After 
several strokes to coat my dick, I pulled out again. Leah 
impatiently wrapped her lips around my hard-on, licking and 
sucking Gina's juices from my shaft.

We kept up like that for several minutes. Gina quickly realized 
what we were doing and began playing with Leah's pussy again. 
Leah writhed in ecstasy, but her mouth never left my organ. Each 
time Gina locked her lips around Leah's clit, the younger girl 
tried to swallow more of my cock. Finally, I couldn't take any 
more.

"Stop," I panted, pulling my dick from Leah's hungry mouth.

She arched her back and tried to get her lips around my 
retreating shaft.

"Leah, stop," I said. "I'm gonna come if you don't."

"Oh, God," she panted. "I want you to."

"Not yet." I wanted Gina to come before I did. "I'm going to fuck 
Gina," I said to Leah. "Okay?"

Leah whined in protest.

"You suck on her clit while I do."

"Are you going to come?" Leah asked.

"No," I explained. "That's why I want to make her come before I 
do. I want to shoot in your mouth."

"Oh," she said. "Okay."

With that, I buried my swollen shaft in Gina once again. She 
groaned and began panting as her orgasm built. Then I felt Leah's 
hot breath on my balls as she licked her older sister.

Gina was already close to her release, and it didn't take long 
for her to reach the point of no return. When she did, I started 
thrusting with short, sharp jabs. I felt her pussy contracting 
around my shaft. At the same time, Leah began furiously sucking 
her clit.

Working together, Leah and I quickly drove Gina over the edge. 
She arched her back and moaned. Then her pussy clenched my 
invading cock and she buried her head between Leah's legs. 
Fortunately, Leah's pussy muffled the sounds of Gina's groans as 
her orgasm washed over her.

Beneath her, Leah started licking the gush of fluids that had run 
down my balls. When I pulled out, Gina shuddered but didn't move. 
Leah immediately started sucking my dick.

As Gina slowly grew more coherent, she began playing with Leah's 
pussy. Leah moaned in delight and excitedly tongued my cock. It 
wasn't long before her lips and tongue drove me to the edge. My 
orgasm built quickly, surprising me with its sudden intensity.

When I came, I groaned and tried to thrust my dick deeper into 
Leah's mouth. As soon as the first spurt struck her tongue, she 
moaned and shuddered with her own orgasm. Then, to my surprise, 
she coughed and pulled her mouth off my dick. She shuddered with 
the force of her orgasm, but I wasn't paying much attention. My 
dick continued to spurt, spattering her face and neck with my 
seed.

After my cock stopped gushing, I sank back onto my heels, 
breathing heavily. Leah coughed again, her face glistening with 
pearly drops of my semen. When she caught her breath, she looked 
up at me dolefully.

"I started to choke," she said.

Gina limply rolled to the side and lay still. "Yeah," she said, 
panting as well. "It's kinda hard to swallow when you're almost 
upside down."

"No kidding," Leah agreed. Then she wiped her face and looked at 
the glistening drops of my come. Almost hesitantly, she put her 
finger to her lips and licked. After pausing to consider it for a 
moment, she licked her other fingers clean. Finally, she glanced 
at me.

"Well?" I asked.

"It's still not as good as chocolate," she said almost defiantly.

-----

After Leah washed up, she came back to Gina's bedroom. She wanted 
to sleep with us, and Gina agreed to let her. I had one girl on 
each side and once again, I marveled at my good luck.

Unfortunately, it was after three thirty, and we were all worn 
out. I don't know how long it took the girls to get to sleep, but 
I was out like a light in less than a minute.

Sometime during the night, Leah slipped back to her own room. 
When Gina and I awoke, we were alone.

"So," she said, rolling over and resting her head on my chest. 
"Now that you've had all three Coulter sisters, what do you 
think?"

"I'm convinced that I got the best one," I said. Then I rubbed 
her back as she stretched.

"Well," she said, "I got the best Hughes brother."

"But I don't _have_ any brothers."

"I know. The pickings were kinda slim," she teased. "I guess I'm 
lucky you turned out okay."

"Okay?!"

"Well..."

"I'll show you 'okay,'" I said.

Then I rolled over and pinned her beneath me. Her legs spread 
when I put my knee between them. Then I moved my hips between her 
thighs. My morning hard-on bumped her pussy as she lifted her 
hips toward me.

With one hand, I held her arms over her head and then reached 
between us. I rubbed my erection along her slit and felt the 
first dewdrops of her arousal. She quickly grew slippery, and 
with a low groan, I slid into her.

"Maybe better than okay," she gasped as I began thrusting.

I let her arms go and she wrapped them around my back. With every 
thrust, she lifted her hips to meet me, moaning each time I 
bottomed out.

"Oh, God," she groaned. "Fuck me hard. Hard and fast..."

Her voice trailed off as I increased my pace. My hips 
jackhammered into her, burying my length in her molten depths. 
Then she pulled my head down and our lips crushed together. For 
several quick, furious, passion-filled minutes, I plunged into 
her as we kissed. Finally, I closed my eyes, slammed into her one 
final time, and then erupted.

"I love you so much," she whispered as we panted together.

"I love you too."

"You're _lots_ better than 'okay.'"

"Thanks," I said. "So are you. Lots and lots."

-----

Around eleven, my parents and Susan arrived (Susan had spent the 
night at our house). While the women went shopping for groceries, 
Gina and I volunteered to run out and pick up some charcoal for 
the grill.

As we pulled onto the main road, Gina asked, "Do you have any 
rubbers at your house?"

"I don't think so. Why?"

"You don't have _any_ left from last summer?"

I shook my head. "Why would I?" I asked. "You're on the pill, 
Kendall's on the pill, and Heather's on the pill."

"You don't keep any for emergencies?"

"What kind of 'emergency' would I need rubbers for?"

"Never mind," she said. "We can stop at the drugstore and pick 
some up."

"Why?" I asked again.

"Leah was hoping..."

"Hoping what?" I asked, although I had a sinking feeling I 
already knew the answer.

"You know."

"I dunno," I said dubiously. "I mean, she's Erin's age."

"So? We were the same age when we started doing it."

"We were sixteen," I said.

"She's almost sixteen. But why do you care how old she is? 
Besides, she's not a virgin."

"What's up with that?" I asked, hoping to change the subject. 
"Her and _Todd Zachary?_ The guy's a complete asshole."

"Tell me about it," Gina said. Then she shrugged. "Jill talked 
her into it. Todd was all worked up about having sex with a 
virgin, and Jill sort of 'volunteered' Leah."

"What a bitch."

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Todd did it while we were in Europe, 
so I didn't find out about it till later."

"What a dickhead," I fumed. I was mad enough about what he'd done 
to Leah, but if it had been Erin, I would have probably beaten 
him senseless. "Todd's _such_ a prick," I continued. "That's just 
wrong. And I can't believe Jill would do that. I mean, she and 
Leah used to be friends."

"Yeah," Gina agreed. "Todd basically raped Leah. I mean, she 
didn't say no, but still... I doubt it was anything like _our_ 
first time."

"No kidding."

"That's kinda why I told Leah that you'd... you know. She's all 
hung up and worried about being a lezzie or something. I mean, 
after her first time, who wouldn't be?"

I nodded in agreement.

"She wants to like sex with a guy, but the only experience she's 
got is with Todd. At least she doesn't think it was _her_ fault."

"No kidding. I mean, you're right, Todd seriously took advantage 
of her."

"Yeah," Gina continued. "Since she sees how happy you make me, I 
think she's figured out that the right guy makes all the 
difference. So I was thinking..."

"Yeah, well, it's not that I don't want to, but..."

"But what?"

"I guess I kind of think of Leah as my little sister. I mean, I 
know she's not, but... Well, I'm protective of Erin, and I guess 
I'm pretty protective of Leah too."

"She doesn't need your protection," Gina said almost tartly.

"No, not really, but I don't want to take advantage of her."

"Take advantage of her? Are you kidding? She _wants_ you to."

"Really?"

"God, yes. This morning after breakfast, while you and Erin were 
still downstairs, that's all she could talk about. What's it like 
with you? Does it feel good? Can I feel it when you come inside 
me? Do I get off when we're doing it? God, she had about a 
million questions."

"I dunno," I temporized.

"Trust me. Besides, it's not like she doesn't like you. I mean, 
she's had the hots for you for a while."

"I guess."

"Yeah," she said, laughing. "She and Erin are always talking to 
me about what it's like when you and I have sex."

"Erin too?" I asked incredulously.

"Uh-huh, that's why I was teasing you about it last night, about 
you and Erin, I mean."

I nodded and then pretended to pay attention to traffic. In 
reality, I was at a loss for words. What do you say when you find 
out your sister talks to your girlfriend about what kind of lover 
you are?

"You know she's got a crush on you, right?" Gina said.

"Leah?"

"Duh! Erin."

"Yeah, I guess I knew," I admitted.

"So why haven't you--"

"Jeez, Gina! She's my little sister."

"So?"

"Can we change the subject?" I asked. "Please."

"God, what're you so worked up about?"

I was worked up because as soon as we'd begun talking about Erin, 
I'd gotten an erection. I didn't want to admit to myself that I 
might _want_ to have sex with my sister. And if I didn't want to 
admit it to myself, I certainly wasn't going to discuss it with 
Gina.

"Never mind," Gina said. "Will you help Leah or not?"

"I'll think about it."

"Think about it? What's there to think about?!" she asked. Then 
she took a deep breath and visibly calmed down. "Sorry."

"It's cool."

She smiled gratefully and then continued. "Paul, it'd mean a lot 
to her. I know why you're hesitant, and I really appreciate it. 
But trust me, she's really worried about not liking guys. She had 
a lot of fun with us last night, and she likes giving head, but 
she's not so sure about sex."

I nodded tentatively.

"Don't you see? She needs a guy who'll take his time and make 
sure she enjoys it. She needs a guy who knows what he's doing and 
cares about her. She needs a guy like you." She paused to let 
that sink in. "Will you do it, Paul? Please?"

"Yeah," I said at last. "I guess so."

-----

When we got back to the Coulters' with the charcoal (and the 
rubbers), Leah glanced at Gina expectantly. Out of the corner of 
my eye, I noticed Gina nod. Leah's expression immediately 
brightened. Then she looked at me and practically beamed.

Before Gina and Leah could do more than exchange that unspoken 
question and answer, Elizabeth asked for Gina's help in the 
guesthouse. At the same time, Mom asked me to help unload some 
things from our station wagon.

"Paul?" she prompted as we stepped outside.

"Yeah?" Then it hit me: Elizabeth and Mom had skillfully 
separated Gina and me. I was here for a talk. "Lemme guess," I 
said, "we're not here to unload the car."

"Not entirely," Mom said.

"We're here for a talk," I said. "Right?"

She nodded and then smiled wryly. "Sometimes, you're so grown-
up."

"And other times?" I asked, grinning smugly.

"Other times, you're entirely too clever for your own good."

"Like now?"

"Like now," she agreed.

"So," I asked, "what's the talk about?"

"It's more for Gina's benefit than yours," she said. "You and I 
actually had this talk already."

"About the incest thing?" I asked.

She nodded.

"So Elizabeth's having a talk with Gina right now?''

"Mmm hmm. We wanted to make sure you both understand the rules," 
she said.

"Which are?"

"You know what they are."

"Yeah," I said with affected resignation. ''No sex with your own 
parents."

She nodded. "Correct. But that doesn't mean no contact at all, 
just no overtly sexual contact."

I raised my eyebrows in silent question.

"Touching's allowed--we're not saying you can't give someone a 
friendly caress--just no genital contact. Do you understand?"

"I think so."

"Basically, if it'd be covered by a swimsuit--or bikini bottoms 
for the women--it's off limits."

"But breasts are okay?" I asked.

"More or less. Just be reasonable about it. If you and I go off 
alone and you spend half an hour sucking my nipples, that's a 
problem. But if you and I are having sex with Elizabeth, for 
example, and you fondle my breasts, that's okay. Does that make 
sense?"

"Yep," I said, intrigued by the possibilities.

"Good," she said. Then she grinned. "That ends this portion of 
the preflight announcements.''

"Ha! You've been around too many pilots."

"I think I've been scarred for life."

"Probably."

''I wouldn't have it any other way," she said with a laugh. "Now, 
help me get these drinks out of the car. We need to get them on 
ice so they'll be cold for later.''

"Roger wilco."

-----

While Dad and Chris prepared the grill, I hung out with them. 
They were having an animated discussion about charcoal versus gas. 
They'd already talked about smokers, rotisseries, dry barbeque, 
wet barbeque, and more things than I really cared about. (How can 
two men spend so much time talking about grilling? Now that I'm 
older, I understand. But when I was eighteen... _sheesh!_)

I was still worried about having sex with Leah, so I wanted to 
talk to Susan. I guess I didn't want to make a bad situation 
worse. Since I wasn't involved in the conversation between Dad 
and Chris, I quietly slipped away and headed for the house. 
Inside, all the women were in the kitchen.

I discreetly motioned Susan into the living room. Mom saw her 
leave, but she didn't say anything. Gina, Leah, Erin, and 
Elizabeth were cutting vegetables and chatting, so they didn't 
even notice. Since I didn't want to be overheard, I led Susan 
into Chris's study and then shut the door.

"Are you excited about tonight?" she asked.

"I guess."

"Is everything okay?"

"Sure," I said. "I mean... well... maybe." Then I quickly outlined 
what had happened the night before and what Gina had told me 
about Leah.

"Wait a minute," Susan said, her expression suddenly intent. 
"What do you mean 'he basically raped her'?"

"Just that," I said with an angry shrug.

"No, not just that. Did he rape her or not?"

"He did," I said.

"Why didn't she tell anyone? Did she try to fight him off?"

"Well," I hedged, "I mean, she said yes, but--"

"Hold on. This is serious. You said he raped her, right?"

"He did," I said. I knew it wasn't _quite_ true, but just 
thinking about how Todd had taken advantage of Leah made me 
angry--I wanted him to suffer.

Susan looked at me sharply, one eyebrow cocked dubiously. "He 
did?" she asked.

"Well, not exactly."

"'Not exactly'?"

"Well, she didn't tell him no, but he took advantage of her. I 
mean, he pretty much raped her."

"Did he force her?"

I wanted to say yes, but I knew it wasn't true. "No," I said at 
last.

"And you said she didn't say no?"

I shook my head angrily. "But still, he basically raped her."

"No, Paul, he didn't. There's a vast difference between rape and 
remorse."

"No, there's not," I argued. "I mean, what he did was _wrong_."

"Yes, it was," she said, "but that doesn't make it rape."

I didn't want to agree with her, but I knew she was right. "I 
guess," I said.

"We might not like what Todd did, but if Leah consented, then 
it's not rape."

"But she's only fifteen," I argued.

"You were consenting to have sex when _you_ were fifteen."

"So? That's different."

"Why?" she scoffed. "Because you're a man and she's a woman?"

"That's not the way I meant it."

"Then how _did_ you mean it?" she asked calmly.

"I don't know. I guess it came out wrong."

"Okay," she said, letting me off the hook. "It's good that you 
want to protect Leah, but do it for the right reasons, because 
you care about her. Don't do it because she's a woman and you 
think she needs your protection. She doesn't, not any more than 
_any_ woman needs it simply because she's a woman."

"Yes, ma'am," I said, feigning contriteness. Actually, I probably 
_was_ a little contrite, but I was too frustrated to admit it.

"I don't like what Todd did either," she said, "but calling it 
rape will only make it worse."

"Yes, ma'am," I said again.

"You're a good guy, Paul. Leah's lucky to have you as a friend."

"I guess."

"She is. So is Gina. And I think they know it."

"Thanks," I said. "I think."

She smiled and nodded. "Trust me, they _are_ lucky to have you as 
a friend." Then she paused to let that sink in. "Did you want me 
to talk to Leah. I could--"

"Um, there's more."

"Oh?"

"Yeah" I said, "it gets even more complicated." Then I told her 
what Gina had asked me while we were out running errands.

"Wow. So Leah wants to have sex with you? That _is_ complicated."

"No kidding."

Then she gazed at me calmly. "Well, do you _want_ to have sex 
with her?"

"I guess."

"You'd better be sure about it," she said. "You can't be wishy-
washy."

"Huh?" I asked, suppressing the urge to bristle.

"If you're going to have sex with her, do it because you _want_ 
to. Otherwise, you're not being fair to her."

"Not fair?" I asked.

"Leah's a desirable young woman, and you care about her, but 
she's also unsure of herself and vulnerable. And she's not stupid. 
She'll probably be able to tell if your heart's not in it."

"Yeah."

"So if you _really_ don't want to have sex with her, then you 
shouldn't."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously," she said. "I think it'd be worse if you have sex 
with her if you don't really want to. She'll think she's not 
worth it, or not attractive, or not any good, or worse. And 
that's not what she needs." She paused a moment to let me 
consider the implications. "So," she asked deliberately, "do you 
want to have sex with her?"

"Yeah," I said. "I guess I do."

"Of course you do," she said, chuckling.

"It's not like that," I said. "I know I'm not supposed to want to 
do it with my girlfriend's sister, but..."

Instead of agreeing with me, she laughed softly. "What makes you 
think that?"

"Think what?" I asked, a little confused.

"That you're not supposed to want to do it with your girlfriend's 
sister." Before I could answer, she continued. "You're a man, 
Paul, not a monk. Leah's very attractive. And she's very sensual. 
She's just unsure of herself. You remember how you were at her 
age."

"Not really. I mean, I do, but no one could be _that_ insecure."

"We all were," she said and then touched my face gently. Without 
saying a word, we gazed at each other in perfect understanding. 
Then the moment passed and she smiled. "Okay, so you want to have 
sex with Leah, and she wants to have sex with you."

I nodded.

"The bigger question," she continued, "is whether or not you 
_should_."

"Exactly."

She thought about it for several long moments. Then she slowly 
nodded. "From what you told me, it sounds like she realizes it's 
not some long-term thing. She knows it's just sex, and not love."

I nodded.

"She's curious, and anxious, and excited."

"No kidding."

"I'll have to talk to Elizabeth about it, but--"

"You won't tell her about Leah and Todd?" I asked anxiously. "I 
don't know if Leah's told her."

"Okay," Susan said. "I'll leave Todd out of it, unless Elizabeth 
brings it up." When I nodded, she continued. "I say go for it. 
Enjoy yourself, but make sure Leah enjoys it too."

I grinned, but then quickly sobered.

"What?" she asked.

"I guess I just miss when my life was simpler."

"How do you mean?"

"Remember when you hit me with that branch?"

"Don't remind me," she said ruefully. "I almost made a eunuch out 
of one of the most important men in my life."

"Yeah," I agreed with a laugh. "But my life seemed so much 
simpler then. I mean, it was just you and me, and we didn't have 
to worry about other people or anything else."

"That's part of what being an adult is about," she said, 
"worrying about other people and lots of other things."

"I never thought I'd say this," I said with a soft bark of 
laughter, "but I think I miss being fifteen." Then I smiled. "I 
definitely miss spending time with you."

"You've got other women in your life," she said matter-of-factly.

"But none of them are like you."

"They're not supposed to be. People are different."

"And complicated."

"And complicated," she agreed.

"I still miss spending time with you."

"Maybe we can have some quality time tonight," she suggested, 
"after the party."

"That'd be nice. I miss... um..."

"You miss what?" she asked, arching her eyebrows suggestively.

"I miss... I miss you taking me all the way... you know."

"I miss that too," she said, stepping close. Then she put her 
hand on my crotch and gently squeezed. My dick was already half 
hard, and it swelled at her touch. "Maybe we could give you a 
quick reminder?" she suggested as she leaned against me.

I quickly nodded.

"This is just a taste of what you'll get tonight," she cautioned. 
"If I finish you off, they'll know what we've been up to."

"Who cares? They know about us."

"But they don't have to know _everything_. Besides, I've got to 
keep you wanting more," she said coyly.

"Wanting more?" I asked. Then I pulled her shirt up and cupped 
her braless breasts. Her nipples quickly hardened in my palms. I 
guess I was trying to arouse her into agreeing with me.

"Uh-huh," she said firmly, sighing as I tweaked her nipples. Then 
she sank to her knees and unzipped my shorts. With a little 
difficulty, she extracted my burgeoning erection. "Just a taste, 
remember?"

Reluctantly, I nodded.

Then she wrapped her lips around the crown of my dick and flicked 
her tongue against the tip. She started licking and sucking me, 
slowly getting me wet with her saliva. Finally, she began to 
swallow my length. When she clamped her lips around me, I felt 
her breathe through her nose.

With a low moan, she gripped my hips, closed her eyes, and 
swallowed the final inches. My shorts hid her nose and mouth as 
she closed her lips around the base of my cock. Then she 
swallowed. The convulsive ring of muscles at the back of her 
throat squeezed me and I groaned in ecstasy. Then I put my hands 
on her head to steady myself. She deep throated me two more times, 
but then pulled back.

"Just a taste," she said.

I got the feeling that she was trying to convince _herself_ more 
than me.

"Okay," she said breathlessly, "maybe just one more taste."

I grinned to myself and then closed my eyes as she swallowed me 
to the root.

"We've got to stop," she said at last.

"Finish me."

She shook her head and kissed the tip of my dick. Then she 
grinned mischievously. "Elizabeth would never forgive me if I 
drained you before she gets her turn."

"Please." _Was I whining? Jeez, man,_ I scolded myself, _get a 
grip._

"No," she said firmly. "We can't."

"You're an incredible tease," I accused.

"I _am_ incredible, aren't I?" she replied whimsically.

"Did I say incredible? I meant horrible. You're a _horrible_ 
tease."

Unabashed, she grinned and then stood. Then she pressed herself 
against me, her hard nipples poking into my chest.

When she tilted her head up, I kissed her, tasting myself on her 
lips.

Finally, she stepped back and winked as she adjusted her shirt. 
"I've got to get back to the kitchen," she said, her eyes 
twinkling mischievously. "Believe it or not, I've got to fix the 
peas."

"_Peas?!_"

"Mmm hmm. Sugar snap peas. And I'll see you as soon as you, ahem, 
compose yourself."

"You're not going to leave me like this, are you?" I asked 
incredulously.

"I am," she said, her eyes sparkling. "You'll survive." Then she 
laughed. "Heck, every woman in the place wants to screw your 
brains out. I'm sure you'll be taken care of."

I strangled an indignant cry.

"I'll take care of you tonight," she said. Then she shut the 
study door behind her.

"What am I supposed to do now?" I asked my jutting erection.

Needless to say, it didn't reply.

Treacherous organ.

-----

A little later, I was in the kitchen on a step stool, getting 
serving platters from one of the top cupboards. Gina and the 
younger girls were straightening up the guesthouse, and Dad and 
Chris were still out by the grill, so I was alone with Mom, Susan, 
and Elizabeth.

"Uh-oh," Elizabeth said.

"What?" Mom and Susan asked simultaneously.

"We forgot to buy kabob skewers while we were at the store."

"Oops," Mom said.

"I'll run out and get some," Elizabeth said. "It'll only take a 
minute."

"I'm parked behind you," I said as I climbed down. "Lemme move 
the Jeep."

"I've got a better idea," she said. "You can just run me to the 
store. You don't mind, do you?"

The three women surreptitiously glanced at each other. Elizabeth 
was Up To Something, but Mom and Susan were no help--they merely 
nodded at the other woman's suggestion.

"See you when you get back," Susan said with a knowing grin, as 
if I'd already agreed to go.

"Sure, I don't mind," I said superfluously.

"Thanks," Elizabeth said. "Let me just get my wallet."

If she was up to something--which I knew she was--I decided that 
two could play at that game. In the garage, I reached for her 
shoulder, turned her to face me, and used my body to pin her 
against her car. I wasn't putting much pressure on her, but she 
definitely wasn't going anywhere.

"Paul? What're--"

"Shush," I said peremptorily.

Surprisingly, she moaned softly.

I don't know what had come over me, but I guess I'd had enough 
teasing, from Susan, Elizabeth, or anyone else. I boldly gazed at 
her for a moment and then started unbuttoning her dress. It was 
the kind with two dozen small buttons, but I quickly had it open 
to her navel.

"What're you doing?" She sounded a little shocked, but judging by 
her breathing, she was also aroused.

"You thought we'd make a quick trip to the store and you'd tease 
me the whole time, right?" I didn't say it angrily, but she 
couldn't miss the steel in my voice.

Her lack of reply was answer enough.

"Well, two can play that game," I said. Then I reached into her 
dress and cupped her braless breasts.

She sighed and closed her eyes as my fingers latched onto her 
nipples and gently tweaked them. Her arousal was feeding my own, 
but I was determined to remain in control.

Without warning, I turned her around to face the car. She 
whimpered and pushed back against me when I thrust my groin into 
her soft, round ass. The lump of my trapped erection nestled 
between her cheeks as I reached around and cupped her breasts. I 
tested their heft and then teased her nipples. I'd seen her have 
sex often enough to know that she liked to have them manhandled a 
little, so I did just that.

To her dismay, I pulled my hands away. Then I stepped back and 
lifted her skirt with a quick flip. My hands found the waistband 
of her panties and I unceremoniously tugged them down over her 
hips.

"You won't be needing these," I said.

She didn't even protest as I pulled them down her dark, firm 
thighs.

"Step out of them," I directed.

She did as instructed, and I tossed the thin garment on top of 
her car. Before I stood, I lifted her dress again. In the dark 
recess between her thighs, I could barely make out her labia. For 
a moment, I let her squirm and wonder what I was going to do. 
Then, I licked the tips of two fingers.

"Oh, God, yes," she gasped when she felt me gently probe her 
pussy.

For a moment, I simply ran my fingers along her steamy slit. When 
I stood, I kept my hand between her legs.

She whimpered as I spread her lips and teased her sensitive inner 
folds.

"If you're good," I said, my face close to her ear, "I'll let you 
suck my cock. Would you like that?"

She nodded jerkily.

"And if you do a good job sucking me, I might--_might_--bend you 
over and fuck you. Gina likes it when I fuck her from behind. Do 
you like to be fucked from behind, _Elizabeth?_" I asked, my 
voice pitched low. "Do you like to be bent over and pounded by a 
hot... hard... _thick_ cock?"

"Oh, God, yes," she breathed. "Do it now," she begged as she 
spread her legs. "Please."

"Uh-uh. We've got to pick up kabob skewers," I said evenly. 
"Remember?"

"Bugger the skewers. We can go to the store later," she panted. 
My fingers found her clit and she arched her back in pleasure.

"Nope," I said. "We've got to have skewers." Then I teased her by 
sliding my fingers into her drenched channel, skewering _her_.

"Oh, God."

"Mmm hmm," I breathed. "So, are you going to be a good girl and 
do as I say?"

"Oh, yes. I'll do anything you want."

"Are you going to suck my dick when I tell you to?"

She moistened her lips and then nodded.

"Are you going to beg me to bend you over and fuck you when we 
get back?" I asked.

"Yesssss."

"And you're going to get on your knees and swallow when I come, 
right?"

"Don't make me wait," she begged. "Let me suck you now."

"Why should I? You tease me."

"No. I'm sorry," she said quickly. "I won't tease you anymore."

"Like I said, two can play at this game."

"Paul, please."

"Not yet," I said. Then I pulled my fingers from her pussy. "Get 
on your knees," I ordered. When she quickly complied, I unzipped 
my shorts and pulled out my erection.

She practically lunged for it.

"Don't do it till I tell you," I warned. I held my cock just out 
of her reach for several long moments. Then I moved it in front 
of her face. "Beg for it."

"Paul, please," she said without hesitation. "Please, let me suck 
you."

"Are you going to tease me?"

She frantically shook her head.

"Okay, you can suck it."

Her lips fastened around the crown and she eagerly sucked. Then 
she put her hands on my ass and tried to pull me closer. I 
resisted for about a minute, but then pushed her back. She moaned 
in frustration.

"Beg for it," I said. "Be a good girl."

"Oh, please let me suck you. Please."

"Suck it," I commanded. "Suck it like you want me to fuck you."

In a flash, her lips were around my dick. She sucked like a woman 
possessed. I put my hand at the back of her head and thrust my 
hips forward, impaling her mouth with my length. She flinched as 
my glans hit the back of her throat, so I let her pull back.

With my hand still on the back of her head, she bobbed back and 
forth for a minute or two. She was doing her best to make me come, 
but I was firmly in control. Finally, I pulled out and rubbed my 
saliva-slick length over her cheeks.

"If you're good, and you don't tease me," I said, "I'll let you 
suck me some more."

"But, Paul..."

"No buts," I said sternly. "Now stand up."

Reluctantly, she got to her feet.

While she did, I awkwardly stuffed my erection back in my shorts. 
"Are you ready to go?" I asked. When she nodded and started to 
re-button her dress, I stopped her. "Leave it open. I want to be 
able to see your tits."

"But, Paul," she said, "we're going out in public. People will be 
able to see."

"Then let 'em," I said with feigned indifference. In reality, her 
dress was only open to her waist. Just her stomach and the inner 
curve of her breasts were visible. Her nipples weren't exposed, 
but they _were_ hard, so they were easy to make out. I'd already 
decided not to take her to the local grocery store, where she'd 
probably be recognized. Instead, I planned to drive to a store a 
couple of miles away. "Come on," I said, feigning brusqueness, 
"let's go."

Without waiting, I turned and headed for the Jeep.

All the way to the store, Elizabeth kept looking around self-
consciously. She pressed one hand between her legs, to keep her 
skirt from billowing. With the other, she tried to hold her 
bodice together. At each stoplight, she nervously glanced at the 
people in the other cars. Even though she was a nudist, I don't 
think she'd bargained on being dragged into public half undressed. 
Despite her anxiety, I could tell that she was excited.

At the grocery store, I parked at the side of the building, away 
from most of the other cars. Before she could unbuckle her 
seatbelt, I put a hand on her arm.

"Wait," I said.

"Why?" she asked nervously. "Paul, what're you going to do?"

"It's not what _I'm_ going to do," I said as I pried my semi-hard 
dick out of my pants.

She looked down and then quickly scanned the surrounding area. A 
tree and a white van shielded us from view of the main parking 
lot, but anyone who walked around the side of the building would 
see us.

"Do you want to suck it?" I asked. When she hungrily eyed my dick, 
I stroked it a few times. In a moment, I was completely hard.

"We can't," she said. "Someone might see. I don't want to get 
arrested."

"No one's going to see," I said with more assurance than I felt. 
I think I was as excited as she was.

The look on her face was priceless. It was a cross between fear 
of discovery and heedless lust. She wanted to suck my dick. She 
_needed_ to suck it. But she didn't want anyone to see us, 
especially in public. For a long moment, she was torn between the 
two desires.

"Are you sure?" I taunted. Then, for good measure, I stroked 
myself.

Her swiftness almost startled me. In a flash, she unbuckled her 
seatbelt and turned to kneel on the seat. Then she bent over and 
wrapped her lips around my erection. I reached under her and 
fondled her dangling breasts. I also made sure to keep a watchful 
eye on the surrounding area. I didn't want to get caught any more 
than she did. With the doors and top off my Jeep, anyone who 
walked by would see what we were up to.

"That's enough," I said at last. "I'm not ready to come yet."

"Unnnnh."

I just about had to pry her off my cock.

As I levered my slippery, rock-hard dick back into my shorts, she 
wiped the corners of her mouth, a semi-wild look in her eyes.

"Now," I said calmly, "let's go get the kabob skewers."

She started to button her dress.

"Leave it open," I suggested. "No one here will recognize you. I 
want them all to see how hot you are." Then I grinned as she 
realized that I'd just complimented her. "Okay," I said, "let's 
go."

My dick was still painfully erect, so walking was a bit of a 
chore, but I was having fun watching Elizabeth nervously glance 
around the parking lot. Even though her dress was open to her 
navel, no one gave her a second glance. People just don't pay 
much attention to the world around them, I guess.

Because we were unfamiliar with the store's layout, it took us a 
few minutes to find the aisle with the picnic supplies. 
Surprisingly, it was deserted. Instead of simply grabbing the 
skewers and heading for the registers, I stopped her.

"What?" she asked.

With a naughty smirk, I opened her dress to expose her breasts. 
In the cold air of the store, her nipples immediately puckered. I 
played with them for a few moments, but then we heard the sound 
of a cart at the end of the aisle.

A woman and her two children rounded the corner so I withdrew my 
hands from Elizabeth's breasts. Embarrassed, she quickly closed 
her gaping dress. The woman with the children was paying more 
attention to them than us.

"All right," I said. "Let's go." Then I deliberately chose the 
only checkout lane with a guy. He looked like the store manager. 
When we entered his line, he did a double take. I made sure 
Elizabeth stood in front of me in line. The manager kept glancing 
at us as he finished ringing up the woman in front of us.

When Elizabeth tried to close her gaping dress, I leaned close.

"Why don't you let him look," I suggested in a whisper. "You've 
got a great body, show it off. You'll never see him again; give 
him a thrill."

With barely concealed excitement, she nodded.

Instead of letting her pay for the skewers, I did. If I'd let her 
do it, she would have paid and left as quickly as possible. 
Instead, I took my time and counted out the bills. The manager 
tried to be professional, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from 
the healthy expanse of skin revealed by Elizabeth's unbuttoned 
dress.

"That was wicked," Elizabeth said as we walked toward the door.

"Uh-huh. But that guy's probably hard as a rock. How many sexy 
Indian bombshells flash him every day?"

"Probably none," she admitted.

"You enjoyed it too," I said. "I bet if I felt your pussy right 
now, you'd be drenched."

"You're an evil man, Paul." Then she glanced at me sidelong. "You 
think I'm a bombshell?"

"Uh-huh."

Once outside, I casually put my hand on her ass as we walked 
around to the Jeep. She looked around nervously, but no one took 
any notice of us.

"Before you fasten your seatbelt," I said as we climbed into the 
jeep, "spread your legs. I want to see your pussy."

She did as asked.

I reached out and teased her hooded clit. "Yep," I said, "you're 
soaking wet."

"God, that made me so hot."

"Hot enough to fuck me right here?" I asked. I didn't plan on 
doing it, but _she_ didn't know that.

She paused to look around, but then quickly nodded.

"Hmmmm, I don't think so." My fingers were still in her pussy, so 
I forestalled her response by rubbing her swollen clit. For 
almost a minute, I rolled my thumb over the base of her little 
pearl, making her whimper with pleasure. Finally, I withdrew my 
fingers and licked them clean. "We need to get back to the 
house," I said calmly.

"Unnnnh."

I had to stifle a laugh--she sounded _just_ like Gina. _Now I 
know where Gina gets it,_ I mused as I started the Jeep.

On the drive home, I asked Elizabeth to turn toward me, spread 
her legs, and pull her dress up. From outside the Jeep, no one 
could see her pussy. But from the driver's seat, I had an 
unobstructed view. Her sparse pubic hair was damp and matted from 
her moisture. When I asked her to play with herself, she brazenly 
slid two fingers between her swollen labia. She was so horny that 
she wasn't worried who saw us.

We roared into her driveway a few minutes later. Almost as soon 
as I turned off the engine, she hopped out of the Jeep. I grabbed 
the bag with the skewers and then sauntered around to her.

Before she could head inside, I pulled her close. Her dress 
parted and I felt her hard nipples through my shirt as I kissed 
her. I could tell that she wanted to go inside--desperately--but 
I wasn't ready to let her off the hook for her planned teasing.

"Paul, I--"

"I want you to suck my cock," I said, my voice husky with desire. 
Then I reached between us and painfully fished out my hard-on. 
When I put her hand on it, she wrapped her fingers around me and 
squeezed gently. With that, her resolve began to crumble. She 
closed her eyes and swallowed hard, my dick pulsing in her hand. 
While she stroked me, I pulled her dress up. She fidgeted 
nervously as I bared her ass. "I want to see you naked," I said. 
"I want you on your knees in front of me. Use the dress so you 
don't skin your knees."

"But--"

"Do you want to suck me?" I asked evenly.

"But the neighbors--"

"You don't care about the neighbors," I said. "You know you want 
to suck my cock." In reality, the neighbor's house was almost a 
hundred feet away. And the Coulters' driveway was screened by a 
row of Bradford Pear trees. The Jeep, Gina's Bumble Bug, and my 
parents' car also shielded us from view.

With an anxious glance over her shoulder at the neighbors' house, 
Elizabeth got down on her knees. Then I stepped in front of her. 
As I looked down, I smiled at her eagerness and decided to tease 
her some more.

"Don't suck it till I tell you to," I warned. I made her beg for 
it, relenting after her pleas and promises grew more elaborate. 
"Okay, suck it," I said. "Do it nice. Take me as deep as you 
can."

She managed to get more than half of my length in her mouth 
before she closed her lips.

"That's good," I said. "You like sucking my dick, don't you?" 
When she pulled back to answer, I stopped her with my hand and 
told her to keep sucking. "You don't care about the neighbors, do 
you?" I asked as she eagerly bobbed back and forth.

Without taking her mouth off my dick, she shook her head.

"You don't care if they come out and see you sucking your 
daughter's boyfriend, do you?"

Once again, she shook her head.

To tease her, I pulled my shiny dick from her lips and held it 
out of her reach. She moaned in near desperation. I'd gotten her 
so worked up that she didn't care who saw us. I grinned to myself 
in satisfaction and then let her swallow my cock again.

For a few minutes, I lost myself in the pleasure of her lips. Her 
mouth and tongue practically danced over my erection. One second, 
she'd be teasing the underside ridge, the next, she'd wrap her 
soft lips around my glans and gently flick the tip with her 
tongue. Finally, I pulled away.

"Let's go inside," I suggested.

She shook her head. "Come in my mouth. Please."

"Uh-uh. I wanna fuck you before I come."

Reluctantly, she got to her feet. Without even picking up her 
dress, she breezed past me and headed for the door to the house.

Once inside, we didn't see or hear anyone else. Originally, I 
think she had planned to quietly slip into Chris's study. 
Tentatively, she poked her head into the living room and looked 
out the windows to the backyard. Mom, Dad, Susan, and Chris were 
clustered near the grill. Gina and the younger girls were goofing 
off in the pool.

So instead of heading for the study, Elizabeth marched straight 
into the kitchen. Through the large bay window, we'd be able to 
see if anyone headed for the house. Without ceremony, she dropped 
to her knees and started sucking me again.

While she did, I undid my shorts. Since my dick was jutting 
through the fly of my underwear, she had to release me so I could 
lower them. I got the shorts and underwear to my thighs before 
she latched onto my cock again. As she sucked, she pushed my 
bunched shorts down to my ankles.

For several long, blissful minutes, I let her suck me. Her mouth 
felt like steamy velvet, smooth and hot all at once. But I wanted 
to fuck her before I came, and at the pace she was sucking, I 
didn't have long.

"Stand up," I said.

"Unnnnh."

"Stand up," I repeated. When she didn't, I pulled my dick out of 
her mouth and moved back.

Surprised, she stood.

I turned her around and bent her over the table. Then I shuffled 
forward and aimed my dick at her pussy. She moaned as I rubbed my 
glans over her drenched labia a few times, teasing her. Finally, 
I set the tip at her opening and eased forward. We groaned in 
unison as I slid into her.

"God, you're so fucking hot," I breathed.

Instead of answering, she just moaned.

I gripped her hips to steady myself and then began thrusting. The 
sound of my hips slamming into her ass filled the kitchen. I felt 
my orgasm approaching, so I buried my cock inside her and stopped 
moving. She immediately reached between her legs and began 
rubbing her clit.

As soon as my imminent orgasm subsided, I began thrusting again. 
For several minutes, I simply gripped her flared hips and pounded 
into her.

"I'm gonna come," I grunted.

"Come in my mouth," she begged. "Oh, God, please come in my 
mouth." When I pulled out, she quickly spun and dropped to her 
knees. With one hand, she steadied my cock so she could suck it. 
She returned the other hand to her pussy and continued rubbing 
her clit.

"Oh, God," I said. "That's nice."

As my orgasm rapidly approached, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the 
sensations. From somewhere deep within me, I felt the pressure 
building. A slow wave of ecstasy surged outward from my groin.

White light burst behind my eyelids as the first spurt of semen 
jetted from the tip of my dick. I vaguely heard Elizabeth moan. 
Then she swallowed. The next spurt was like a physical blow, and 
my senses reeled.

Her moans rose in volume and I felt her lips clamp around my 
shaft almost painfully. The pressure momentarily cut off the flow 
of semen, but it quickly built to the point where it surged up my 
shaft like a geyser.

When my orgasm finally subsided, I was light-headed. The room 
seemed to throb, and I suddenly had to concentrate just to remain 
standing.

With her lips still wrapped around my tingling erection, 
Elizabeth moaned. Then her moan grew in volume and I realized 
that she was caught up in her own orgasm. She rode the tidal wave 
of pleasure, her fingers a blur as she teased her clit. Suddenly, 
she groaned deep in her chest and pulled her hand away from her 
pussy.

When she finally opened her eyes and released my dick, she 
collapsed against my legs. Fortunately, I'd recovered enough of 
my own balance to support us both. For several long, blissful 
moments, neither of us moved.

"I haven't come that hard in a _long_ time," she said quietly.

"Me neither."

"Wow."

"No kidding," I agreed.

Hurriedly, we cleaned up and fetched Elizabeth's discarded 
clothing from the garage and driveway. Since we were both sweaty 
and flushed, we decided that the best way to cover it would be to 
boldly march outside and dive into the pool. So I stripped off my 
clothes while she removed her sandals.

"God, it's hot out here," she said as we sauntered past the group 
at the grill.

We were both trying to look nonchalant, and I fervently hoped we 
weren't overdoing it. (I know, I know, we were having the party 
so Gina and I could swing with our parents--which would include 
me having sex with Elizabeth--but that didn't include a private 
fuck-fest.)

"We decided to cool off before making the kabobs," Elizabeth said 
over her shoulder as we stepped onto the concrete pool decking.

When Susan caught a glimpse of my shiny, red penis, she arched 
her eyebrows. Fortunately, I don't think anyone else noticed. 
Then Elizabeth took two long strides toward the deep end and 
dived into the pool. I followed, only a step behind.

While I stayed in the pool and goofed around with Gina and our 
sisters, Elizabeth climbed out, toweled off, and joined the other 
grown-ups. Before she headed inside to make the kabobs, she 
glanced at me and we shared a secret, semi-guilty smile.

-----

"Are you and Leah really gonna do it?" Erin whispered as I was 
about to climb out of the pool.

"I guess," I said warily, looking around to see if anyone had 
heard her.

Gina and Leah were at the deep end of the pool, floating on rafts 
and soaking up the sun. Everyone else was sitting around a table 
by the grill so Chris and Dad could keep an eye on the coals. 
After Elizabeth and I had dived into the pool, everyone else had 
taken off their clothes (although Gina and our sisters had 
already shed theirs so they could go swimming), so we were all 
nude.

"That's _so_ cool," Erin said.

"Why d'you say that?"

"'Cause," she said, shrugging. "What Todd and Jill did was so un-
cool. And Leah's been really bummed out about not liking guys. I 
mean, she likes 'em, but she's kinda nervous. You know? Besides, 
she's been hot for you ever since you and Gina started going 
together."

"I guess."

"She has. When she's not talking about Drew, she's pining away 
for you," she said, assuming a romance-novel pose and batting her 
eyelashes.

"What about Sean?" I asked.

"What about him?"

"I thought you and Leah were..."

"Did Leah tell you? She promised she wouldn't. I'm gonna--"

"Hold on," I said. "Calm down. Leah didn't really tell me. Gina 
did. And Gina didn't tell me so much as I was there when she was 
talking to Leah. It was last night," I explained, "when Leah was 
upset."

"Oh."

"So _Leah_ didn't tell me about you and Sean."

"How much do you know?" she asked.

"How much do you know about me and Susan?"

"A lot," she said. Then her eyes widened as the implications sunk 
in. "You know _that_ much?"

I probably didn't, but she didn't know that, so I nodded.

"Don't tell Mom, okay?" she said. "She knows I wanna go on birth 
control when I'm sixteen, but she doesn't know why. I mean, I 
told Sean I'd be on the pill next summer, and I don't wanna mess 
that up. Please?"

_Holy shit!_ I thought. _I didn't know _that_ much._ Then I 
thought about the rest of what she'd said. "You know, Erin," I 
said, "Mom's probably figured out why you wanna go on the pill."

"Duh, but still... You won't tell her that Sean and I are gonna... 
you know?"

"I won't tell, Erin," I said with a soft laugh, "but Mom's 
_gonna_ figure it out, if she hasn't already."

"Yeah, but she's gonna want to have a big talk about the 
importance of 'being my own woman,' and respect, and blah, blah, 
blah. I mean, I wanna talk with her about that stuff, but not 
before my first time. Jeez, it's not like Sean and I are _real_ 
virgins. I mean, we've done everything but go all the way."

I composed myself and nodded as if I'd already known that.

_Note to self: Nod, smile, keep your mouth shut, and act like you 
know more than you do. People will tell you all sorts of things 
if they think you already know them._

"So you won't tell Mom?" she asked again, breaking my reverie.

"I won't tell Mom."

"Cool. Thanks." Then she impulsively hugged me.

An electric shiver ran through my body as I hugged her back. 
After a moment, we separated.

"Well, you may know more than I thought you did," she said, 
looking coy, "but I know something you don't."

"So?"

"Don't you wanna know what I know?"

"Not really," I lied. In truth, I was burning with curiosity.

"So I guess you don't care that Leah told me about last night."

"Jeez," I said. "Is there anything you _don't_ know?"

"No," she said with a giggle. "But there're lotsa things _you_ 
don't know."

"Oh?" I asked, piqued. "Like what?"

"Like... stuff."

"Yeah, right," I said.

"I do. I know stuff."

"Whatever, Erin," I said. Kendall would've called it reverse 
psychology, and it worked like a charm.

"I know something that Leah wants to do for you."

"That's cool," I said, trying to appear disaffected.

"She wants to shave for you."

Without warning, my dick sprang to attention. It was easily 
visible in the clear water. _Aren't I too old for sudden 
erections?_ I wondered sourly. _I guess I really _do_ want to 
have sex with Leah. But I didn't want to tell _Erin_ that._

Treacherous organ.

"A-ha!" she crowed. "I told you I knew something you didn't."

"Whatever," I said, trying to play it off.

"Leah's so lucky," she said. Then she suddenly hugged me again. 
As she did, her breasts pressed into my chest and my dick bent 
painfully. She stepped back, suddenly aware of my erection. 
"Sorry," she said.

Even with her tanned complexion, I could tell that she was 
blushing.

"I didn't mean to... you know," she said, pointing vaguely at my 
hard-on.

"That's okay, Erin," I said, trying not to blush myself. It 
wasn't working.

"We can talk about something else if you want," she volunteered.

"We'd probably better."

Gina and Leah paddled over a little later and asked what we were 
talking about.

"Driver's licenses," I said casually. We really _were_ talking 
about driver's licenses. Fortunately, the mundane subject had 
dampened my boyish enthusiasm, and my erection had subsided.

"Yeah," Erin said. "It's gonna suck not having a ride to school."

"You can ride the bus," I said.

"Get real," Leah said. "Only losers ride the bus."

"Yeah," Erin agreed.

"When I get my license, I'm gonna drive to school every day," 
Leah said. Then she looked at Gina. "Can I have the Bumble Bug 
when you're at college?"

"No," Gina said immediately.

"Gina," Leah half-whined, "_you're_ not gonna need it."

Erin and I glanced at each other as Gina and Leah started arguing 
about the Bumble Bug. I already knew that Gina's parents were 
going to let her take the little yellow Beetle to UT, so there 
was no way Gina was going to let Leah have it.

As the argument heated up, Elizabeth got up and walked toward us. 
"Girls! What's all the ruckus about?" Before either of them could 
speak, she held up a hand. "Just a minute," she said. Then she 
turned to me. "Paul, I think the barbarians are ready to begin 
cooking."

"Sure," I said, taking the hint. "They probably want some help."

"Yes, quite." Then she turned to the girls as I hauled myself out 
of the pool and grabbed my towel. "Now, what's all this, then?" 
she asked them reasonably.

"_Mom,_ Gina's being _totally_ unreasonable," Leah whined.

I smiled and walked toward the grill, the argument safely behind 
me.

I was thinking about what Erin had told me. I was also thinking 
about how I'd felt when she hugged me. I tried to shake off my 
un-brotherly thoughts, but I just couldn't. I kept thinking back 
to what Mom had said about "innocent experimentation."

Then I donned my apron and asked Chris and Dad how they could use 
my help. I tried to focus on what I was doing, but my mind was 
working a million miles an hour, wondering what would happen when 
the _real_ party started.

-----

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