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	The following is fiction of an adult nature.  If I believed in
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Spitfire and Messerschmitt

Chapter 1 :: A Picnic and a Movie

I watched the water streak down the windowpane, a minor rivulet
that quickly grew into a torrent, then as abruptly as it had
started, it shut off.  I smiled, remembering last night; oh yeah,
I knew about getting abruptly shut off!

The voice on the radio talked with the usual Texas twang,
reporting that the remnants of Hurricane Elliot were expected to
dump three to five inches of rain today, Sunday, in San Angelo. 
This little spate was just a warm up for what was sure to
follow.

I grimaced.  The rest of this Sunday was going to be shot.  At
least it hadn't rained yesterday on the barbeque and picnic for
Frontier Days.
 
David Harper, I thought, catching my own reflection in the glass.
 Boy wonder.  What had I been thinking, last night?  In little
more than a week the new school year would start.  I was going to
be a high school freshman at San Angelo High where my sister
Wanda would be a senior.

Wanda must have known I was thinking about her as I saw her
reflection in the window as she came into the family room,
standing for a moment at the door, contemplating my back.

I took a mental gulp; today she was wearing just a long t-shirt
that came down to mid-thigh.  Was she bare under that?  In my
almost fourteen years, I'd never seen Wanda undressed the least
little bit, not ever.  Until last night.

She'd driven us home after the picnic, it was six o'clock and
both of us had wanted to skip the clean up chores.  It had been a
hot and muggy West Texas day, and we'd both been in any number of
the silly games people do at these picnics.  We'd even played
softball together, on the same team.

On the way home, Wanda had been quieter than usual.  I put that
down to the fact that her boyfriend, Jack "The Ripper" Callahan,
was away at a two month-long football camp, and wasn't due back
until Friday night.

When we got back to the house, Wanda nodded vaguely at me; she
was obviously preoccupied about something.  "I'm going to get a
shower," she told me, then turned and walked away.

Not for the first time in my life I watched her walk away from
me.  Wanda was a mystery to me.  Not that all the other girls in
the universe weren't mysteries as well, but Wanda more than most.
 If you were to line up a thousand girls and ask me to sort them
by how pretty they were, the short, dark, thin ones would be on
the right side, the tall blondes, the ones with out-sized bosoms,
on the other.

Wanda was tall and blonde, her breasts far larger than I liked on
anyone else.  On Wanda, they'd always seemed right.  How many
times had I stared at her?  At my sister's breasts?  How many
times had I followed behind her, watching her cute bottom wiggle
as she walked?

I'd opted for a shower as well.  Our house was a large rambling
place, Texas ranch style.  Mom and Dad had a bedroom on the other
side of the house, a bedroom with an attached bathroom.  Wanda
had a room at the same end of the house as they did, but in the
back instead of the front.  She also had an attached bath.

Me?  I lived in a smaller bedroom next to the family room; I used
the bathroom off the family room.  It was a pain, because Mom
expected that bathroom to be ready for company, every minute of
every day.  The advantage, though, was that none of them ever
came down to my end of the house, not even to the pool table in
the family room, or the swimming pool ten steps from the sliding
glass door that led outside.

The pool table and the swimming pool had been popular for
everyone in the family when I was about ten.  I was helpless at
the pool table, but I swam a lot, enthusiastically, if not well.
I still swam a lot, but the pool table needed frequent dusting.

I came out after my shower, wearing just shorts and sat down on
the couch in the family room.  I started leafing through a book,
finding where I'd left off earlier.  I read fast and there was
very little I didn't like to read. I was nearly done with a
history book about the Boxer Rebellion in China, something I
thought was fascinating.  I'd been sitting for only a few seconds
when Wanda came in, wearing a thin cotton robe.

I glanced up at her and saw she was looking at me.  My eyes were
riveted to her breasts pushing up against the thin fabric of her
robe.  Both of us sighed at once.

"Little brother, you guys have it so good!  You can wear damn all
little, and no one cares.  I was hot and sticky, even after I got
out of the shower."

I laughed, but my eyes were on her; she saw where I was looking
and giggled.  "You better not look at me like that, brother mine!
 You're liable to get ideas."

"Ideas about you?" I shot back.  "I'm not going to be Homecoming
King, no matter what I do.  I'm not a football star, basketball
star or a cheerleader.  And if I did get ideas, you'd twist my
head off and give it to me."

She growled in mock anger, suddenly leaned over me, reaching down
to tickle me.  When I'd been much younger, she would do that a
lot, particularly when she was baby-sitting me.  That was when I
was eight or nine and she was twelve and thirteen.  I'd been
pretty helpless back then during our tickle fights, but I was
less so now.

Wanda's robe fell open and I got a good look at the promised land
just inches from my eyes.  She squirmed and the view vanished. 
Instead, I was having a difficult time keeping her hands away
from my ribs.  Not only was I mildly aroused; I was suddenly
ticklish as hell.

We struggled against each other.  I was a boy, but Wanda was a
cheerleader so the fight was pretty even.  At one point I could
feel her bush pressing against my leg, one of her full breasts,
fully bared, was in firm contact with my arm; not unexpectedly, I
went from semi-erect to full bore in about a millisecond.

She looked down at the front of my shorts.  "I was wondering if
you wanted to come out and play," her voice was soft and throaty.
 Incredibly sexy.  She moved slightly, rubbing her bush over my
bare leg.  "I glad you do."

Suddenly her lips were on mine, hard and hungry, kissing me like
I'd never been kissed before.  I puckered up though, and kissed
back with everything I had.  Her hand slid down, rubbed me
through the fabric of my shorts and boxers.  I felt her undo my
zipper, then a second later she hauled my erection out into the
open air and wrapped her hand around it and started pumping.  The
only sound in the room was our labored breathing, the noises from
the kiss.

Which was why we had no trouble hearing car brakes in the
driveway, outside the family room.  We both froze for an instant
before the sound of a car door slamming galvanized us both into
motion.  Wanda jumped away, pulling her robe closed around her
and vanished down the hall.  I stuffed my erection inside my
pants and hastily pulled up my zipper.

At the time I was amazed at how fast Wanda had worked to get it
out.  It took a lot longer to put away than it had taken her to
get her hands on it.

Dad came into the room; saw me sitting on the couch.  I'd managed
to get my grip on the book again, even if my libido was still in
an upward spiral.

"Judge Warren's wife is having an asthma attack; he had to take
her to the emergency room."  Dad laughed.  "She's not too sick; I
think the attack came because I won another ten bucks tonight at
poker."

I nodded, aware of my still painful erection.  I smiled and made
a noncommittal sound and he vanished in the direction of the
kitchen.

I was a little stunned.  Why had he come in through the back of
the house?  I couldn't remember a time when he'd done that
before.

A few minutes later, he was back, a coke in hand, to sit down and
watch a baseball game on the TV.  I was in semi-shock; first that
he was here, watching a baseball game, and then making comments
about it to me.  As if he cared about what I thought about it,
and as if I actually did care.

Finally he got up, turning off the TV.  The Rangers had been
pretty much demolished.  "Texas is never going to get in the
playoffs."  I shrugged, having spent far more time on my book
than watching the game.  "My car was choking and puking on the
way back from the poker game.  I put it in the back.  Davey, I
don't suppose you would wash and vacuum it for me tomorrow? 
Before I call the tow truck tomorrow afternoon?"

I told him I would and he vanished.  That explained it, I
thought.  San Angelo was perennially short of water; with the car
in the back, no one would notice and comment on the 'extravagant
waste' of washing the car at home.  For the last year he'd made a
project out of my helping him with his car.  I'd gotten to wash
and wax it quite a few times, I'd watched him check the fluids,
add a little oil, windshield washer fluid and all of that.  I
wasn't old enough to drive, but he was intent on making sure
that, come the day I was old enough to learn, I wasn't going to
be in terra incognita.

I kept hoping Wanda would come back; but last evening she never
put in an appearance -- until now.

Wanda came up to the window, standing next to me, six inches from
my side.  "It's wet out there," she said mildly.

"Very.  The forecast is for a lot more."  I decided I wasn't
going to bother to wash Dad's car, not if it was already
raining.

Mom came in, walking up to us, putting her arm around both of our
waists.  "Don't forget your chores; your father and I will be
back around seven tonight.  He'll be at the plant; I'm going to
be at the country club.  Tennis in the morning, golf this
afternoon."

I jerked my chin at the rain.  "They say it's the hurricane
remnants, that it's going to rain like this until this evening."

She smiled.  "Gosh, we'll probably have to have a hen party in
the club room and play bridge instead!"

She kissed Wanda on the hair, smiled at me and left.

I've always assumed I was switched at the hospital at birth.  I'm
five eight, light brown hair and while I didn't have delicate
features, I weigh barely a hundred and thirty pounds.

My dad, Phil Harper, had been a running back in middle and high
school and again in college, a prom King twice over.  Dad was
tall, large-boned and blonde, bluff, out-going and hearty.

My mom, Linda Bonham, had been the Captain of the Cheerleading
squad here in San Angelo, she and Dad had gotten married three
days after he graduated from college.  My grandparents on both
sides were well-to-do; Mom's mother was a nurse and her father a
doctor.  Dad's father had been a banker and my grandmother had
been the social queen of San Angelo until my mother had taken
over the duties.  Oh, my mom is tall, blonde and large-boned, the
classic perky cheerleader in a ponytail.

Wanda was captain of the cheerleaders at San Angelo, had been
homecoming queen last year as a junior, and was a shoo-in for
Prom Queen this year.  She was dating good ol' Jack the Ripper,
the best quarterback San Angelo High had had in thirty years.  A
shoo-in for a major scholarship; the holy grail of kids at San
Angelo High.  That scholarship would be to a school a thousand
miles away from here.  Wanda is two inches taller than I am,
blonde, large-boned: a perky cheerleader in a ponytail.

I glanced at Wanda out of the corner of my eye.  No bra this
morning, either.  Were we going to pick up where we'd left off? 
Her book-nerd brother who hadn't an athletic bone in his body? 
Whose ears stuck out, earning him the name 'Dumbo' in grade
school.  Who had a nose that was too big and was starting to get
blackheads on it, which didn't improve his looks.

"Whatever you think, I'm not a tease," Wanda told me quietly.

"I've never thought that.  Dad always plays poker until late on
Saturday night at the Judge's.  How could you know last night
would be different?  Mom was off playing bridge at the Country
Club as usual, that didn't change."

She turned and faced me.  "No matter what you think, I don't
sleep around."  She made a gesture with her hand, a sort of
helpless motion that I normally didn't associate with my sister.
"Jack's being gone has been harder than I ever imagined it would.
 Lord, I miss him!  All of him!"

I blushed and she giggled.  "And then I was watching you
yesterday; you did okay with the bat in the softball game."

The change of subject was a little startling, but all I could do
was shrug.  "I hit three long fly balls.  The left fielder didn't
have to move a step, all three times."

"Except, he was standing on the warning track, his back against
the fence," Wanda reminded me.  "Righteous long balls.  You just
need a little practice."

"Oh, sure."

She grinned at me, and I grinned back.

"I got this idea then you wouldn't mind, ah, pinch hitting for
Jack.  You're not stupid; you wouldn't go bragging to your
friends."

"To my friends?"  I snorted in derision.  "What friends would
those be?"  I was hard again, though.  In the distance car doors
slammed, and we could hear the sound of a car motor start.

"Actually, I figured out last night," I told her, "that you were
either horny... or you wanted some mega-favor.  Actually, I
thought it was most likely you wanted a favor."  After I'd beaten
my meat a couple times.

"Sometimes, little brother, the best answer is the simplest.  I'm
horny and I need a big favor."  She reached out and touched my
arm with her hand.  "I waited up half the night for you to sneak
into my room."

The thought had crossed my mind, but I hadn't thought the risk
was worth it.  To get to her room I would have had to go past my
parents' room.  If Wanda had been playing games with me, I would
have been sunk.  Or if they'd heard me in the hall on the way to
her room.

"Did you meet Pammie's cousin, yesterday?"  Wanda said, changing
the subject again.  The only unconfusing thing was I knew Pamela
Grissom, Wanda's best friend.  Pamela was universally known as
'Pammie.'

"I heard about a cousin, visiting," I told her.  "I didn't see
her or meet her."  Pammie wasn't in my social circle.  I'd spent
a good part of the picnic playing Magic with a few other nerds
like me, the rest of the time I was playing family games with
Wanda.  Was this my sister's idea of a family game?

"Pammie's cousin is going to be a freshman, too."  Wanda squeezed
my arm.  "Promise me you won't tell anyone, Davey."

"I promise," I grinned at Wanda.  "I've never ratted on you, even
when I saw you and Brian Williams doing it, when you were in 7th
grade."

"Which is one reason I trust you."  She looked at me, her eyes
coolly appraising me.  I wondered what was next.

"Pammie's cousin, Karen, is from Mississippi; she's been banished
to Texas for the year."  Wanda squeezed my arm again.  "You
promise not to tell, not anybody?"

"I promise, Wanda, for heaven's sake.  I told you once."  I
figured if I was patient, I'd find out the secret.

"Yeah, well Pammie's cousin's parents make Pammie's look like
backsliding sinners; they are very hyper religious.  They sent
Karen to a summer camp a few weeks ago; Karen came back and a few
days later was caught making out with a friend she'd made at
camp."

"Making out?"  I didn't laugh, I knew it was important to Wanda
and Pammie.  Pammie's father was the pastor of a local Southern
Baptist church; her mother an ex-missionary to the heathen -- up
there in far-off Michigan.

"Yeah.  Did I mention that it was an all-girl camp?  That maybe
the two of them had gotten a little past the kissing, to the
taking off all their clothes and getting it on stage?"

"Oh."  In West Texas that was right up there at the top of the
list of things you didn't do.  There might be a growing tolerance
for gays in the rest of the country, but not in Texas in general
and West Texas in particular.

"Karen's nice; she's really torn up about what's happened.  The
thing is, her parents have told her that if she doesn't toe the
line completely, she's going to be put in a hospital.  You know,
one of those head places."

I lifted my eyes and met Wanda's.  "That doesn't just suck; that
really blows."  I was angry, angrier than I'd been in a long
time.  My life hadn't been all picnics and Magic; I'd been hammer
and tongs with both of my parents off and on over the years about
my interest in books and lack of it in sports.  I wasn't a
candidate for the fruit farm, but there were times that my
parents, particularly Dad, thought I should go to counseling.  So
far, I'd missed the bullet.

"So, you're nice.  Safe, too, as well as being nice.  This
afternoon the four of us are going to a movie together.  It's not
a date; it's Pammie and her cousin, you and me.  Three girls and
my geek brother.  Friday, when Jack's back, we're going out for
dinner, afterwards another movie.  You will find that you want to
go too, Pammie wants to go, Karen wants to go.  It's not a date,
just a bunch of teenagers off to see a movie.  But you're going
to like Karen; yes indeed, you're going to like her a lot.  Over
the next few weeks, you'll go out with her, until you give her
your letter jacket, along about the first of October."

"And where am I going to get a letter jacket?" I asked Wanda, my
voice dripping sarcasm.

She tugged at my arm.  "Step away from the window."  I did, and
we moved into the main part of the family room.  Holding my eyes,
she reached down and pulled her shirt off, standing nude in front
of me.  "Brother dearest, until football season is over, Jack
spends a lot of time at practice, games and working out.  He is
always tired.  For the last two years, I've been driven nearly
crazy from August through Thanksgiving; the son of a bitch just
isn't able to do it like he can the rest of the year.

"So, little brother, think of the up side, which is me.  We have
nothing to do the rest of the week, except this afternoon and
Friday night.  I'd like to be at a performance peak, Friday
night.  You could help me with that.  Then for the next three
months, a couple, three times a week in addition, to keep me at
the top of my form.

"Bud Wells told me that if you could hit like you did without
practice, he can use you on the baseball team.  They really suck;
they have no power at all.  Everyone goes out for football.  If
you try out, you will be on the team.  If nothing else, it will
get Mom and Dad off your case."

"I don't want to be a jock," I told her obstinately.

"Then don't be a jock.  Go out there and whack the ball around. 
No one will care; you'll be on the varsity baseball team."  She
looked at me.  "Tell me you'll do it."

"I'll do it," I told her.  The twin pomegranates of her breasts,
her erect twin peak nipples, and the amazingly large areolas
around her nipples mesmerized my eyes.

I swallowed; my mouth was dry.  "Even the stupid thing about
baseball."

I'd heard about breast sizes, D-cup being what every girl seemed
to aspire to.  I'd heard from a couple of guys that Wanda had the
nicest D-cup tits they'd ever seen.  I didn't have the experience
they had, but they looked pretty good to me.  The colored areas
around Wanda's nipples were the largest I'd ever seen, even in
pictures; at least five inches across.

I dropped my eyes down her golden tanned skin, her flat stomach,
to her bush.  Yesterday I'd noticed it was thick, but neatly
trimmed.  With more time to look and think about it, I had to
admit it was very, very sexy.

"Little brother, this first time," Wanda said as she reached out
to me.  She pulled me close, starting working on undoing my
jeans.  "It's been a really long time...  God, do I need a hot
throbbing joystick between my legs!"

It didn't take her but a second and I was as naked as she was. 
Wanda wrapped her hand around my erection as she had the night
before.  "Oh, how I need this!" she murmured.

I laughed, my hands going to her breasts.  "This, dear sister,
may be the first time in a while for you; for me it's just the
first time.  You may want it quick and hard, what you're going to
get is something else.  I want to learn how to do it right."

I'd never felt a girl's breasts under my hands; now I learned
what I'd been missing.  The size and heft of them; the sensations
as the center of her nipples dug into my palms, all drove me
wild.  I tugged her hand and led her to my bed where I quickly
returned to what I'd been doing.

And as nice as that was, it was nothing compared to when I had
one of her nipples in my mouth, licking and sucking on it.  While
my mouth was busy with first one breast and then the other, my
hand explored down her body, finally coming to her trimmed pussy,
where I explored to my heart's content.

Her hand curled around mine, pressing my fingers down on a hard
little button.  "Rub me there, Davey!  Oh God!  Do it hard!"

I went a little crazy, tonguing her breasts, my finger rubbing
along her clit as hard and as fast as I could.  I could feel the
tension rising in her body as her hips thrust against my hand,
bucking and twisting.  I sighed with pleasure; even if Wanda had
long since let go of my cock, too wrapped up in what I was doing.
 She came, arching her back hard against my hand, her arm
clutching me tightly.

I let my fingers slide lower, seeking the source of the moisture
that so copiously covered her pussy.  She caught my errant hand
just short of its goal.  Her breath was ragged; her breathing was
in short gasps.  "Davey, if you try to put your fingers where
your cock should go, I'm gonna break every bone in your body! 
Now, come here!"  With that she wiggled, and I was on top, her
fingers guiding me into her.

"Wanda," I said, trying to sound like this was something I did
every day, "I can use a rubber, if you want."  I had exactly one,
well hidden in my room.  Wanda moved, and I slid deep inside her;
it brought a groan from both of us.

"Davey, dearest heart.  No matter what you're thinking now, or
later, you're only the third boy who's been in me.  Even so, I've
never once relied on the guy to keep me safe.  It's my body,
Davey, mine.  I'm the one who's fucked if I get pregnant; it
won't happen.  Okay?  If I wasn't a hundred percent sure of you,
you wouldn't be here; rubber or not."

I moved inside her velvet softness, and it was all I'd ever
dreamed fucking could be.  She lifted her hips against me, and I
pressed into her as deeply as I could reach.  And shot off.  I
gasped, stunned that I had so little control.  I don't know if
Wanda noticed or simply was to wound up to care.

She started moving slowly, lifting her hips to drive me into her.
 It seemed like the most exquisite pain I could imagine, then
almost at once, I was enjoying it again.

I began long, slow, deep, strokes into her that felt awesome. 
I'm sure they felt that way to Wanda as well because she was
hugging me tighter and tighter.  Then she kissed me so hard it
seemed like my head was ringing.  But as slow as we started,
that's not how we finished; by the time Wanda came the next time
I was moving against her like a piston in a car; in and out as
fast as I could humanly move.  Her hands were clutching my ass,
pulling me deep into her; half the time I had a mouthful of
breast, or at least a hand full.

She came, squeezing me inside of her, her legs wrapped around my
butt, pulling me tightly into her.  She twisted and jerked,
shrieked and moaned; all the while I continued to pump into her.
I was close, very close, and I drove toward my goal.

"Davey, oh Davey!"  Wanda said after a second, her voice almost
unrecognizable.  "You haven't come!"

"I have too!" I reassured her, "Another second and I'm going to
come again!"

She grinned, and rose to meet me.  "Then Davey, we're gonna move
the sky!"  She started moving against me as if she'd never come a
second before.  I could feel something building inside me that
was as different from what I'd felt the million times I'd jacked
off, as night from day.  When I did come, I let out a long Ahhhh,
while Wanda was choking and gasping as she came again as well.

Two minutes later, we were lying next to each other, Wanda slowly
running her fingers up and down my body, from my nipples to
between my legs.  "Mmmm, little brother!"  She murmured.  "We
should have done this a long time ago."

I laughed.  I felt unbelievably good; it seemed like my entire
life had been waiting for what had just happened.  I was
euphoric; all of my senses seemed alive.  "Wanda, I'm your little
brother.  Not so long ago, I couldn't even get it up."  I looked
at her again, reveling in how good a person could feel.

Her fingers traced along my thighs, cupped my balls, then around
my still solid erection.  "Still eager, eh?"  She laughed, "Last
night I waited for you; tonight, wait for me."

"Oh, I think you can count on it."  Evidently she was about to
go.

"He he he!"  She held my cock, like she was going to jerk me off;
I wouldn't have minded.  "Yesterday you were hitting some long
balls; didn't even know you could play baseball."

"I can't."

"Yeah, well you faked it pretty good.  And today, well, usually a
guy has a little more trouble controlling it.  And you weren't
faking that."

"No," I told her, not really sure what she meant.  I'd told her
I'd come twice, I got the distinct impression she hadn't really
noticed the first time.  Which was odd, because at the time I
thought she had.

"Brian never could quite get the hang of it.  Two jerks, about a
second inside me, and he'd come for the first time.  Then we'd
have to work at it the rest of the time and that was okay, but he
never learned how to make that first time last.  Jack: it took a
while to teach him control, but he's every bit as good now as you
just were."  She leaned down and nipped one of my nipples.  "A
natural."

She looked down at my erection, laughed.  "Now, little brother,
time enough for another, before Pamela and Karen get here."  She
climbed on top, settling herself down on me; again using her
fingers to guide me into her.

This was, I realized, a better position by far; I could reach her
breasts, I could thumb her clit.  Wanda tilted her head back,
pressed down hard and came again; I couldn't believe how easy it
was to get her to come... so I continued like I had been, trying
to bring her off again.  She liked, I noticed, to have her clit
flicked fast.  That really got her going.  I concentrated on
that, because seeing my sister really going really got me going
too.  She started rubbing her own breasts, a lot rougher than I'd
done, and pretty soon it was all I could do to keep in her as she
bounced and thrashed above me.

She came, and her vaginal muscles clamped down like a vise on my
cock; I shot off as though I'd not already come before.  We were
frozen like statues for the next minute or so; finally the
rigidity ran out of Wanda and she slithered down to lay in the
crook of my arm.

"Oh baby!"  She murmured, kissing my ear.  "Wow!"

"Double wow!" I added, and we both giggled.

"Davey, my friend, you might not know it, the rest of the female
race might not know it, but those females of screwin' age jus'
been missin' one of the finest things 'n the world!"  Normally
Wanda was careful and precise in her diction; now I learned that
when she was sated, thoroughly loved, she lost that, as well as
most of her other inhibitions.

"Yeah, I've been 'bout two months without a guy.  God, little
brother, that won't happen again!  I promise you that!"  She took
a deep breath, collecting herself.  She rolled over on her other
side to look at the clock on my nightstand.  "We got a little
time, Davey.  Hit the showers, brother, hit the showers.  Be
quick.  We're gonna do this again in just a little while!"

"And Pammie and Karen?" I asked.

Wanda laughed wickedly.  "You're a guy, you connect the dots."

With that she was up, standing next to the bed looking down on
me.  I promptly got erect again.  She chuckled, "Yeah, that's
what I thought!  Davey, I'd share a shower, except it wouldn't be
quick, no matter how fine.  Patience, Davey, patience!  Now, get
wet!"

I went and showered, then put on clean jeans and a nice shirt,
before presenting myself in the family room.  Wanda looked me up
and down, grinning.  She licked her lips, and for the first time
I felt embarrassed.  How could it be that I was as good as she
said?  Was my sister messing with my head?  Or was what I'd
thought all of my life really true after all: the average jock
didn't have enough brains to fill a small green pea.

Wanda changed into a pair of thigh-length shorts, a thin cropped
t-shirt that showed her nipples clearly through the fabric, they
were clearly erect.  So was I, because there was a lot of Wanda
bare for me to look at.

The doorbell rang and Wanda laughed.  "Timed that right good!" 
She went and let in the other two.

Pamela Grissom, known to all as Pammie, wasn't as tall as Wanda,
wasn't nearly as bosomy.  Dark brown hair that went down over her
shoulders, lively blue eyes that twinkled at the world.  Pamela
was wearing shorts and a halter top; not a skimpy top, but it did
leave a lot of her midriff bare.  A senior in waiting, just like
Wanda.

Karen Grissom was shorter still, much slighter build than the
other two girls; small breasted.  More my type, I thought, but I
didn't think that long, not with Wanda standing next to me and
Pammie standing next to Karen.  Karen's hair was about the same
shade of light brown as Pammie's, but it was shorter, it seemed
to naturally wrap itself around her head.  She was wearing jeans
and blouse, and looked to be my age.

Wanda introduced me, Pammie introduced Karen.  Then Wanda took
over.  "I talked to Davey about the situation, I tell you true, I
didn't talk about everything.  That's gonna have to be up to you,
Pammie.  But I got a particular promise from Davey this morning.

"I talked to Coach Wells yesterday," Wanda said.  "He says that
he'll take Davey on the baseball team; give him a starting slot.
You missed the ball game yesterday, Pammie; Davey here can really
whack the long ball.  So, if Davey doesn't screw up, along about
October, he'll get a letterman's jacket and he can get a class
ring.  I don't know about Karen's parents, but mine just went ape
shit when Jack gave me his ring and jacket.  Like right out of
the fifties!"

Pammie nodded, Karen simply looked at Wanda, without talking.  I
tried to read Karen's expression, but it wasn't something I could
pick up on.

Wanda pointed at me.  "Davey, here's the ground rules.  This
afternoon, the four of us are going to a movie.  You and Karen
are going to fall hard for each other.  You're going to go out
with us on Friday to the movies; you'll meet me and Jack, Karen
and Pammie.  You'll hold hands, that sort of stuff.  The next
day, tell Dad you want to start dating Karen; he'll say yes, Mom
will say no.  Pammie's parents will freak too, but hey, Pammie's
between boyfriends, so she's going to convince them that she will
chaperon.  Jack and me, you and Karen.  Double date, with Pammie
as chaperon.  That'll calm the parents; ours will be still in
semi-shock when Davey comes home with the baseball acceptance. 
Piece of cake.

"So, Davey, you and Karen are going to date.  You get that letter
jacket and ring, and when you do, you're going to give them to
Karen.  You're going to continue to date Karen; I kid you not,
Davey, you have a tough row to hoe.

"'Cause Davey, you get to hold hands with Karen in public, you
can even carry her books.  If you've been good, maybe along about
Christmas, a little smooch on the lips under the mistletoe at a
party.  When we're out on a date, we're going to sit Pammie,
Karen, Davey, me and Jack.  Always in the back of the theater, in
the last row at the drive-in.  When we go find a quiet place to
park... you, Davey, will take a hike."

Both Karen and Pammie were looking at me intently.  What had
Wanda said?  Connect the dots.  Wanda and Jack.  Pammie and
Karen.  I was going to be privy, no, more than that; I was going
to be a facilitator of a relationship that would kill Pammie and
Karen socially if anyone ever learned of it.  And their parents
would probably seriously contemplate the physical reality as
well.  What had Wanda said about a funny farm hospital?

"It's none of my business," I said into the silence that
developed, "who's dating who.  None.  It's none of my business
what they do on dates, either.  I don't have a problem with
this."

"What if you meet someone you really want to date?"  Pammie asked
me quietly.

I met her eyes.  "Well, first I'd have to work up the courage to
ask her out.  Then I'd have to have the courage to make the call.
 The girl would have to say yes.  I'd say it's probably not going
to happen any time soon."

Pammie nodded.  "You always were shy.  You keep your nose in a
book.  You know those guys on the baseball team are gonna make
your life miserable?"

I hadn't thought about it.  I met her eyes.  "We're not friends,
we never have been.  You can be even snootier than Wanda.  But
Wanda's my sister, and I'd like to think she and I are at least
friends."

"At least," Wanda giggled.

"So, for a friend of a friend, no problem."

"What's in it for you?" Pammie asked; honest curiosity, I
thought, she wasn't hostile.

Wanda beat me to the answer.  She came up next to me, put her arm
around my waist, rubbing my arm with her breast.  "Connect the
dots, Pammie, connect the dots."

Pammie stared at me, then back at Wanda.  Karen simply blushed. 
I couldn't read a thing on Pammie's face, but her body language
said she wasn't happy.

I held out my hand to Karen.  "Howdy, welcome to West Texas,
armpit of the universe.  I'm Davey Harper."

Karen took my hand, shook it.  "Karen Grissom, refugee from the
Mississippi swamps," her voice was soft, liltingly light.

"Now, let's go see the movie," Wanda said.  "Then we'll back
here."

We watched Spider-Man, a movie that I'd seen already, but none of
the others had.  Afterwards, we indeed returned to our house.

The conversation at the movie had been light and pleasant.  Karen
talked about life in Tupelo; we talked about life in West Texas.
The movie romance was profoundly unsatisfying to the three girls;
that was pretty much the topic on the drive home.

When we got back though, Wanda was firmly in charge.  "Music!" 
She promptly put on some Shania Twain; it was cute to see Karen's
mouth form a moue of distaste.  Wanda laughed, linking arms with
me.  "Don't let it bother you, we've got all sorts of other
tastes here!  Pretty soon you'll be too busy to listen, anyway!"

Wanda pulled me down to one of the two sofas in the family room
and started nibbling on my ear.  In a second, we were lip-locked;
I contemplated it for a few seconds, as Wanda kept upping the
voltage of the kiss.  There is no doubt in my mind, none.  Wanda
wants us to put on a public display of affection for Pammie and
Karen.  To reassure them she had me firmly under control?  I
suspected so, but on the other hand, it's hard to think
rationally when someone is sticking their tongue down your
throat.

I glanced over and saw that Pammie and Karen were standing.  They
were kissing, too, every bit as passionately as we were.  Even
across the room I heard Pammie whisper to Karen, "Missed you,
sweetie, missed you a lot!"

Karen didn't speak, but her hands went to Pammie's breasts,
kneading them through her blouse.  I found myself enormously and
painfully erect again; why is it guys get so hot watching two
girls go at it?

I don't care about other guys, because the next thing that
happened was Wanda pulling my zipper down, pulling out my boner.
That works for me!

Without a word, she dived down, her head in my lap, taking me in
her mouth.  I could see Wanda's magnificent mammaries straining
against her crop top; I reached down and pushed her top up, then
palmed the one I could reach.  Wanda sighed with pleasure as she
kept working my cock with her tongue.

I looked back up, and saw that Pamela was sitting in one of the
chairs, leaning back, her own jeans down around her ankles. 
Karen was between her legs, leaning close, depositing millions of
small butterfly kisses on Pamela's inner thighs, then closer and
closer to the apex of Pamela's legs.

Today had been the first time I'd seen a girl's bush in the
flesh, here was another.  Wanda's was a luxuriant brown, a thick
tangle, trimmed around the edges.  Pammie's was a vertical brush
stroke that ended only after a few inches, and much thinner. 
Trimmed and shaved I mentally thought.  It also meant I could see
her pussy lips protruding from her slit, which I thought was
really, really hot.

I saw Pammie push up her halter-top and start rubbing her own
breasts.  Karen continued between Pammie's legs, now clearly
using her tongue, first on what I was sure was Pammie's clit,
then in Pammie's vagina.

I paid attention for a few more seconds and then there was
nothing, nothing at all I could do to prolong my orgasm; I shot
off, gasping in pleasure.  I saw Pammie's eyes open when I made
the sound, saw her look at me, and then down at Wanda.  There was
an odd glint in her eyes; I wasn't sure what that meant.  Across
the room, Karen must have hit the right spot because Pammie
smiled and closed her eyes, a soft groan of pleasure coming from
her.

Wanda sat up, starting working my ear with her tongue.  Then she
blew in my ear and I nearly shot again!  God!  I'd never have
imagined something could be so sexy!

Wanda whispered to me, "Hope you been watchin' good, Davey! 
Takin' notes!  Boy, it's my turn now!"

She nodded at Karen, who now was licking Pammie's clit, and had a
finger inside Pammie.  I watched in fascination for a few
seconds, and then Wanda was pushing her shorts down.  I took the
hint, getting down between her legs.

I'd been thinking about Wanda's pussy a few seconds before, now
here I was at a distance that I would not have imagined.  There
was a faint odor of sweat, a much stronger musk odor.  Wanda
reached down with her hand, spreading her pussy lips apart,
giving me a marvelous view of the folded flesh inside her slit; I
leaned close, ran my tongue over the spot where I thought her
clit was, then did it again.

It wasn't as bad as the first time I'd tried venison; once I'd
had antelope and that was really gamy.  Wanda was a little like
that, but her soft sigh of satisfaction told me that she was
enjoying what I was doing.  I'd probably tasted icky too; I'd
come in her mouth after all.  And while I'd washed a couple hours
before now, that was a couple hours ago.

I licked again, this time letting my tongue diddle her clit good
for a couple seconds.  Wanda muttered, "Like that, Davey!  Like
that!"  For about ten minutes I licked and kissed her pussy; I
even resisted the urge to turn and look when I heard Pammie give
a little shriek that had to mean she'd come.  I looked up and saw
Wanda's eyes were focused intently behind me; I wondered if girls
got as excited as boys, watching someone else do it, particularly
two girls.

Wanda's halter-top was now just wrapped around her neck; Wanda
was pulling on her nipples, chaffing them and rubbing them,
obviously wildly excited.  I watched her doing that  and found I
had a big yearning to put my meat into her again.  There was
another shriek from Pammie, then a moaning sigh.  Wanda tried to
stifle a giggle; her eyes were glued to the other two girls.

I used my finger like I'd seen Karen use hers; this time there
was no dire warning about what Wanda wanted within her.  Fingers
are more sensitive to small details than tongues or cocks; I ran
the tip of one of my fingers around the inside of Wanda's
vagina.

Wanda suddenly surged against me when I touched the right spot. 
I retraced my route and it happened again, it seemed like her
whole body convulsed with pleasure.  I was aware that Wanda was
much wetter than she'd been a second before as well.

"That spot!"  Wanda said, her voice a bit wild.  "Rub that spot!
Hard!  Again and again!"

I did and Wanda responded with a trip hammer series of orgasms
that left her breathless.  The moisture coming from her pussy had
been replaced with a thin trickle of fluid.  I touched it with my
tongue; the taste was more than a little strong, but Wanda had
moaned when I lapped it up.  I did it again, and she bucked
against my hand.  I brushed her spot a couple more times, and
then she was shuddering and moaning.

Abruptly Wanda moved, leaning forward, pushing me a little away
from her.  She kept moving forward, pushing me backwards.  It
wasn't, I thought, that she was trying to push me away, what she
wanted to do was fuck; gosh, was I ever happy with that
decision!

I went down on my back, and she positioned herself over my middle
and I started drilling into her.  There was a sound not that far
away and I turned to look.

I could hardly see anything of Pammie, just the back of her head,
as she lifted it up to suck on Karen's pussy.  Karen was facing
directly away from me, all I could see was her ass, part of her
pussy and a bit more of her back.  She's completely nude, I
thought, hairless too.  The two of them were doing sixty-nine! 
The realization sent another jolt of hormones through my body.

Wanda started kissing me hard, this time my cock didn't need any
help to slide inside her.  "Fuck me good, Davey, God!  It's been
a long summer!"  She really put wattage into the kiss, and I
really tried to match her desire, bouncing her up and down on my
stomach, running my hands up and down her back from her ass to
her shoulders.

I found that I could cup her ass cheeks and pull her more tightly
to me.  Wanda seemed to really like that, and it didn't take long
before I was frozen solid again, pressing as hard as I could, to
get as deeply inside of my sister as I could.

I'd come what, four or five times?  I couldn't believe it!  With
my sister!  I couldn't believe that either!

Wanda put her arms around me and hugged me tightly for a few
seconds.  Then she let go and prosaically looked at her watch. 
"Christ!  It's after six!  We gotta get up!"

She stood, offering me a hand up.  Both Karen and Pammie got up
as well.  I scoped out Karen really well.  She was short and
thin, with very pert breasts and small nipples.  Her slit was
plain to see, as bare as the day she was born.  Pammie saw where
I was looking, and she tugged Karen along with her, as they came
to stand right in front of me.

"Look good, Davey.  Take a really good look.  Odds are, you
aren't going to see it again.  Don't even think about touching
her, much less kissing her.  It's not going to happen, Davey. 
Don't even think about it."

I nodded.  Across the room I saw Karen was blushing.

"Get dressed Davey, I'll take Pammie and Karen home."  Wanda told
me.

I did as bid, turning away.  Gosh, today was a real first.  I'd
seen my first totally nude girl, even if it was my sister. 
Followed quickly by my second and my third nude girls.  I'd
fucked my sister over and over and then I watched two really hot
girls go at it, while I did it with my sister some more.  What
teenage boy could ever want more?

I stood in the window to my room, watching Wanda pull out of the
garage and head off, knowing the answer to the question I'd just
asked: all of us want more.

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