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Subject: {ASSM} Lady Guinevere Chapter 7 (MF FF mf ff fant rom 1st teen cons inc bro sis oral)
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author. (C)2004 By:Dark Vision.

The contents of this story are fictitious. Any similarity
to persons alive or dead is purely coincidental.

This story contains descriptions of sex. It is intended
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The author may be contacted at Darkvision29@gmail.com

Chapter - Seven

Over the next couple of days, I was in a quandary, at
least mentally.  I had a hard time sorting out my feelings
about the things that Cindy and I had done together.  I was
also somewhat shocked by the things we saw Kathy and her
brother doing, not so much what as who.

For some reason, I felt that my sexual education was like
a tornado, screaming along out of control and sucking
everything in its path.  My mind was in a state of overload
and when my raging hormones were added to the mix, well, it
was almost more than I could handle.

I still masturbated when I could and wondered if that in
itself meant there was something terribly wrong with me.
When I first discovered the pleasures of touching myself, I
didn't require any stimulus other than my fingers.  As time
passed, I found that when I imagined certain things, I
reached more intense and gratifying orgasms.  At first, my
fantasies were of faceless boys, but after being with Cindy
and watching Kathy and Brad through the window, the faces
took shape.

Something else that caused me worry was the fact that I
didn't need to be touching myself to get those funny
feelings in my vagina.  I would catch myself daydreaming
and the next thing I knew, my crotch was tingling, not to
mention my nipples.  There were several times after Cindy
and I fooled around that I found my panties soaked just
from my thoughts.

Cindy and I talked about these feelings on the telephone,
but it seemed she always changed the subject to the next
time we could be alone.  "Oh, you're just horny, Jen,"
Cindy would tell me.  "Come over and I'll take care of you."

It wasn't that I didn't want to be with Cindy, I did.
It's just that I was trying to sort things out and she
wasn't helping.  She would never admit to having the same
feelings or thoughts that I was experiencing.  Again it
made me wonder if I was normal or if I was becoming some
sex crazed girl that could never be satisfied.

On the Tuesday evening, a day before my cousin and aunt
would arrive, I found myself alone at home.  My parents
were shopping and Eddie was at a friends.  Because our
computer was in the kitchen, it was hard to surf for the
things I wanted to, without getting caught.

The minute my parents' car was out of the driveway, I was
signing on.  I went to a chat room called 'Bi-teen4Bi-teen'
and joined, reading the different users posts.  Most of the
things in the chat window were a bit unbelievable, but then
a private message popped onto the screen.

"Hi, Amber here.  18f Michigan.  ASL?"

I stared at the message for a few minutes and then typed.

Jen, 13, f, Florida

"Hi Jen, whatsup?"

"Not too much, just surfin."

"LOL, me too.  Why this room? u bi?"

Again I found myself staring at the screen.  Was I
bisexual?  Was I gay?  After all, the only sexual contact
I'd had to that point was with Cindy.  I was lost for a
real answer to the question, but didn't want the exchange
to end.

"I don't know?"  I typed.

"LOL!!!  Well do U like girls or boys?"

"I've never been with a boy."

"IC, but you have been with a girl."

"Once, but I don't know if that makes me bi or not."

"Like it?"

"Yeah."

"Do it again?"

"Maybe, I don't know. How about U?"

"I have a bf."

"Cool.  Do U guys do it?"

"Sure do!  All the time."

"Like it?"

"It's GREAT!!!"

"What do U like to do?"

"EVERYTHING!!!"

"LOL"

"I like girls too, Jen.  I really like doing it with my
bf, but..."

"IC, U don't feel like you're different?"

"No, not at all.  The first time I did ANYTHING was with a
girl, I was twelve."

"U weren't much younger than me, I just turned 13 last
month."

"The first time I did anything with a boy was at my 13
bday party."

"Really?  Who was he?"

"Rather not say, not right now."

"Oh, ok.  What did U do?"

"We kissed and I let him feel me up."

"Like it?"

"Yup!  Still do."

I wondered if the things the girl was saying were true.
It's easy to lie on the Internet, no one can see you.  I'd
heard the stories about men acting like they were younger
and arranging to meet younger girls from the paper.  Mom
always warned me not to give anyone too much information
when I was chatting.

"Same guy?  Is he your bf?"

"No, he's not my bf, but I still do things with him."

"Does your bf know about him?"

"Oh no!  No one knows about him and me, except us."

"IC"

"Do U have any brothers or sisters?"

"Brother, a year older than me."

"Cool, I have a younger sister and an older brother.
Kinda puts me in the middle, LOL."

As we chatted, I found out that Amber lost her virginity
at 13, a few months after her birthday party.  I guessed
she was being somewhat truthful and decided to ask her a
few questions that I should have really asked Mom.

"Did it hurt the first time U did it with a boy?"

"U mean fuck?"

"Yeah"

"No, I broke my cherry before I did it."

"Really!  How?"

"Hairbrush"

"?????"

"LOL I used a hairbrush handle to break it."

"Ouch!  Did it hurt then?"

"A little.  I must have been kinda stretched out from
using my fingers."

"IC"

"I have a vibrator now, it's not as good as the real
thing, but better than nothing."

Once again my mind was in overdrive.  My vagina was
twitching as I chatted with the stranger.

"How about oral sex?"

"LOVE IT!"

"Giving or receiving?"

"BOTH LOL!  Nothing like having a hot cock in my mouth"

"Do you let the guy cum in your mouth?"

"Yes, it's yummy."

"U like to have guys lick you?"

"Yeah, but girls are usually better at it, at least my gf
is.  Have U ever done it?"

"Once"

"Cool isn't it.  I love going down on my gf."

"It was ok."

"U just need more practice, LOL"

"I guess so."

"Is your brother cute, Jen?'

"I don't know, I don't really think about him like that."

"IC, my brother's a hunk."

"Did U ever do anything with your bro?"

The screen remained still for several minutes, my last
question lingering in my mind.  What was this stranger
going to write back?  Was the thing between Kathy and Brad
a fluke or was incest more widespread than I thought it
could possibly be.  I stared blankly at the screen until I
heard the chime from the speakers.

"My brother was my first.  We've been doing it together
ever since I was 13.  I know it sounds sick and all, but I
really love him and compared to the two other guys I've
been with, he's much better."

"Better?"

"Yeah, he never seems to hurry and always makes sure I'm
happy...if U know what I mean.  He's the greatest!"

"Wow, it never really occurred to me that brothers and
sisters really did it."

"U'd be very surprised.  I'll email you with a link to a
site that talks about it.  It happens a lot!"

"Doesn't it make U feel funny, having sex with your
brother?"

"No, in fact most of the time we make love, but we have
sex too."

"What's the difference?"

"There are many differences, but sex is fun, making love
is special.  U can do both with the same person."

"IC"

"U will someday.  U'll find out that you can have sex with
anyone, but only make love with someone you love and loves
U."

"Do you ever wish U waited?"

"To have sex?  No, never.  What is there to wait for?"

"I don't know...Marriage?"

"LOL, I guess for some people.  For me, if I got married
at 21 it would mean I wasted 8 years of good sex."

"IC"

"Look, I'm not telling U to go out and get laid.  Don't do
anything U don't want to do.  When you're ready, go for it,
but not until.  My little sister, she's 16, is still a
virgin, as far as boys go."

"It all seems so confusing."

"Yeah, growing up sucks big time."

"Yes it does."

"Got to run, Jen.  Nice talking with U.  Maybe some other
time, OK?"

"Ok, thanks."

"Bi for now."

"LOL - bye."

I shut down the computer and went to the living room to
think about want the girl said.  Maybe I wasn't as strange
as I though I may be.  Maybe I'm just a normal teenager
with normal desires and questions.  I decided to talk to Mom.

Wednesday came and I was up early to help Mom clean the
house.  My dad and brother were out in the yard, mowing the
grass, cleaning the pool and cleaning up the flowerbeds.
Mom and I finished in my room and began the unpleasant task
of cleaning my brother's.

I heard Mom mutter something, turned around and watched
her pull a tee shirt from between the box spring and
mattress of Eddie's bed.  She held the stained garment
between her fingertip and thumb at arm's length.  Mom
carried the shirt to the hamper and dropped it in on top of
the other dirty clothes.

"Boys!" she said as she continued to clean.

Mom's next surprise was in a box she pulled from under my
brother's bed.  She flipped the top off and began to
chuckle.  I went over to see what she found so funny, but
she put the top back on and slid it under the bed before I
could get a look.

"What was that, Mom?"

"Just some junk your brother has."

"Can I see it?"

"No, it doesn't belong to you."

"Okay, Mom."

We made short work of Eddie's bedroom and only had the
sheets to change before we were finished.  I took the
hamper out to the garage, where the washer and dryer were,
and dumped the contents on the floor.  As I sorted the
colors and whites, I found the shirt Mom found so
disgusting.  I looked at the yellow stains on the white tee
shirt, wondering what they were.  I touched one of the
blotches and found it was hard.  When it dawned on me what
he must have used the shirt for, I quickly dropped it into
the basket of whites.

After starting a load of clothes, I went back to help Mom
finish cleaning.  We had completed the two bedrooms and the
bathroom and decided to take a short break before starting
on the living room.  Mom poured ice tea for us and we sat
in the kitchen to drink it.  As we sat there, Mom prattled
on about what we had to complete before my aunt and cousin
arrived.  She stopped long enough to take a drink of tea
and I asked the question that had been playing on my mind
for a couple of days.

"Mom, have you ever kissed another girl?"

Mom choked on her tea and managed to set her glass down
before she spilled it.

"What did you say, Jen?"

"I asked if you ever kissed another girl."

"Why do you want to know?"

I have never been able to figure out why parents always
answer a question with a question when they don't want to
answer your original question.  Maybe when I'm a parent
I'll understand it.

In order to get my question answered, I told Mom about
some of what Cindy and I did when I spent the night with
her.  I didn't go into any detail about the touching or
other things we did, but I wasn't sure she didn't know.

"It's perfectly normal for young girls to experiment,
Jen," she said reassuringly and then as if she could read
my mind she said, "It doesn't mean you are a lesbian, or
gay, or anything like that."

I sighed, Mom grinned.

"Have you ever done it?"

"Like I said, it's normal."

"Does that mean yes?"

Mom continued to grin and nodded her head.

"With Aunt Sally?'

That stopped her in her tracks.  Her grin disappeared and
she got a real serious look on her face.  I could tell she
was thinking about how to answer me, but was having trouble
finding the right words.  I also remembered what she told
Dad that night I spied on them and knew she was caught in a
dilemma.

"Let's just say your Aunt Sally and I were very close when
we were younger."

At that point, I let it go.  I knew that if I kept prying
I would force Mom to either lie or get mad and I didn't
want that to happen.  We went back to our housework and
cleaned the living room.

I was relieved that the feelings I'd been having were
normal.  I was also happy that Mom didn't launch some
endless diatribe about virtues and the like.  The only
issue I had left to deal with was incest.  Mom had all but
admitted that she and her sister fooled around, but for
some reason I thought that sex between two sisters was
somehow okay, while sex between a brother and sister wasn't.

Once Mom and I were finished in the house, we got fresh
tea for ourselves, and two glasses for my dad and brother.
We took the cold tea out to the patio and Mom called for
Dad and Eddie.  When my brother and father came over to
where Mom and I were sitting, I felt a lump form in my
throat.

Eddie was shirtless, his body glistened with sweat and the
nylon running shorts he wore were plastered to his butt.
It was the first time I saw him as a boy, a cute muscular
boy.  His legs were firm and the muscles in his thighs
rippled as he stood drinking his tea.  My eyes looked up at
his chest and saw the definition of his pecs.  Mom said
something about the weight training he was doing at school
and how he was filling out, but my brain was whirling.

"Are you okay, Jen?"  I heard Dad say.  "You look flush,
like you're not feeling too well."

"Yeah, I'm fine, Dad," I managed to say.

Eddie didn't seem to notice any of this, much to my
relief.  He finished his tea, put his glass on the table
and dived into the pool.  When he got out, his shorts were
almost transparent and I could clearly see his briefs
beneath them as well as the lump his genitals formed.  I
tried to divert my eyes, but somehow they always made their
way back to Eddie.

Dad saved me when he told my brother it was time to go
back to work.  They walked away and I watched as my brother
stretched his arms above his head, flexing the muscles in
his back.

"Mom," I said as I followed her into the house, "when can
I start dating boys?"

We went into her and Dad's bedroom to finish cleaning.
She started to strip the sheets off their bed and ball them
up for the laundry.  I asked her my question again,
wondering if she'd heard me the first time, and she turned
around and sat on the bed.

"Okay, Jen.  Your father and I have talked about this and
this is what we've decided.  When you're fourteen, you may
go to chaperoned boy-girl parties.  When you're fifteen, if
you behave yourself, we may let you go on a date, but not
alone in a car."

"How about when I'm sixteen?"

"We'll talk about that later."

"How about if when I'm fifteen I can double date in a car."

"We'll see!"

"How about if I double with Eddie and his girlfriend, if
he has one?"

Mom chuckled and replied, "What makes you think your
brother is going to want to drag his little sister along on
a date?"

"I don't know, but what if he does?"

"We'll see."

"How old does Eddie have to be to date?"

"The rules are the same for him, Jen.  No double
standards.  It drives me nuts when people treat girls, or
women different than boys and men."

"Why, Mom?"

"That's not important right now, it just does."

Mom went back to making her bed and I went in to clean her
bathroom.  Mom and Dad had a bathroom in their bedroom with
a big shower instead of a tub and shower combination like
the bathroom I shared with my brother.  The only good way
to clean the shower was to get in.  I scrubbed the light
gray tile walls and floor, took the flexible showerhead off
the hook and rinsed the cleaner away.

I always loved Mom's shower and would use it when I could.
After finishing the rest of the bathroom, I went back out
to help Mom.  We dusted, vacuumed and straightened up her
room before calling our job complete.

Dad and Eddie came in and told Mom that everything was
finished outside.  Mom and Dad went into their bedroom to
get ready to drive to the airport and pickup my aunt and
cousin.

"Go take your shower, Eddie.  I'll take mine when you're
finished," I told my brother.

"Okay, Jen.  I'll only be a few minutes."

While my bother was in the bathroom, I picked out the
outfit I planned to wear.  I knew we would stop to eat, on
the trip back from the airport, and I wanted to look nice.
After picking up and refolding several pairs of panties, I
selected a pair of the new thongs that Mom had bought for
me.  I pulled a matching red bra out of the drawer, tossed
it on the bed with the thong and went to my closet.

I pulled a cute black skirt off the hanger and picked a
black sleeveless top to wear with it.  I thought about my
underwear selection and put them back in the drawer, taking
out a black bra and thong.

Eddie pounded on my door, letting me know he was through
in the bathroom.  I went in, took my shower, fixed my hair
and put on some mascara.  Mom didn't let me wear all that
much makeup yet, but eyeliner and mascara were acceptable.
Wrapping a towel around my body, I peeked out and then
quickly made my way to my room.  Once I was dressed, I went
to the living room to wait for my parents.

My brother was in Dad's chair, reading a fishing magazine.
I sat on the couch, and leaned over to buckle my sandals.
I saw Eddie take a deep breath, looked up and caught him
looking right at me.  When our eyes met, he quickly looked
back at his magazine and I finished fixing my shoes.  I
realized that the way I was leaning, he could see down my
top.  The fact that I wasn't sitting very lady-like also
gave him a peek up my skirt.

Mom and Dad came into the room and told us it was time to
leave.  We went out to the garage and Eddie and I climbed
into the two captain seats in our conversion van.  Mom and
Dad got in and we headed for the airport.

As we rode along the busy highway, I watched my brother
out of the corner of my eye.  I could see him looking at me
whenever he thought I wasn't paying attention to him.  Dad
and Mom were talking about the things we were going to do
while my aunt and cousin were here.  I half listened to
what they were saying, but my mind was on other things.

I had noticed that my brother was paying a lot more
attention to me, and being less of a brat.  I also was
aware that most of his attention consisted of trying to
sneak peeks up my skirt, down my top or staring at my ass
when I walked.  It wasn't very long ago that those things
would upset me, but that was before and this was now.

Sitting behind Dad as he drove, I could see my brother's
reflection in the tinted side window.  I watched his eyes
follow my every movement, and guessed he was hoping my
skirt would ride up so he could see more of me.  The very
idea that he was trying to see me, his little sister, made
me feel funny.  Part of me thought he was strange, but a
much bigger part of me liked the idea.  While I wasn't
really sure about boys and the way they think, I guessed
that if he was half as curious as I was, well...

For a few minutes, I considered giving him a real good
look, but decided that it wasn't smart, not with our
parents in the front seat.

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