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Subject: {ASSM} "Run"  by  deirdre  (MF, Mm, incest, TV, D/s)  --  rp  by  H. Jekyll  and  Please Cain
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Run 
by deirdre

(MF, FF, TV, D/s)

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will finish reposting all 156 stories this month.

While you're following the a.s.s.m. 10th Anniversary "deirdre-fest,"
enjoy! There's still time to contribute.

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

Request to alt.sex.stories posters: if your posting does not include a
story, please don't post it to alt.sex.stories. Please post it to
alt.sex.stories.d.

Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people,
often depict "breaking some rules". Do not read this story if you
believe fantasy stories should never depict situations undesirable in
real life. Be warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual
situations. Do not read this story if you are less than 18 years of
age.

Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM
archives of alt groups. Permission granted to publish in anthologies of
this type of material if attributed to deirdre and an author's payment
is sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre. - deirde

Run 
by deirdre, 5/2/95

"What are *you* doing here?" Yes, she was surprised to find me at her
doorstep. Joanie, my sister.

"I just had to get away."

"Well, Mom and Dad are going to *kill* you," she answered, still just
standing in the doorway to her apartment, looking at me.

"Listen... listen, can I come in?" She stood aside and let me in, then
turned around, closing the door, and looked at me. I stood nervously in
the middle of her living room. "You don't have to tell them," I added.
Yes, they'd definitely be mad knowing I'd skipped out while classes
were in session. "Please? I *had* to get away!"

She gave a little half laugh and walked away from the door toward the
kitchen. She was amused. I knew she wouldn't tell Mom and Dad. I just
*knew* it: she'd been through college and probably knew very well how
it could get you down. I followed her into the kitchen and sat down.
"Need something to drink?" she asked, pulling a carton of milk out of
the fridge. I let out my breath when she said that: now I was certain
she wouldn't tell. I'd go back- -I wasn't dropping out or anything--I
just needed a break. I drank some milk.

"What *is* it?" she asked.

"Nothing! You know, I just had to get away."

She didn't respond right away. She was looking at me. Once again I felt
nervous: Joanie did that when she was up to something. She wouldn't
tell, would she? "You know," she started, "having you here isn't so
great: I've got a date tonight."

"Oh, don't worry about me," I volunteered. I wondered why she worried
about *that*.

"Well, it's not so easy having you here." She must have been thinking
of bringing the guy here. I could see her point and started trying to
think of some solution. I could make myself scarce for a while. Was she
planning on having him overnight? She probably had no specific plans,
but wasn't likely to be happy having the decision determined beforehand
by her brother's presence.

"How late do you want me to stay out?" I could make my offer. She
didn't answer, but stood up and left. I followed her, done with my
milk. She turned around and looked at me again. She makes me so
nervous.

"You're going to do me a favor," she finally said. I detected a hint of
a grin on her face.

"What?"

"Come here," she added, not enlightening me at all, but leading me into
the bedroom. She was in her closet and had a dress in her hand. She
held it up in front of me, hanger and all, looking at it. I was
confused. "Put it on," she said.

"Joanie!" I said. No, I wasn't as alarmed as you might think: in fact,
I'd worn Joanie's clothes before: when she was pinning dresses and
skirts. Much to my chagrin, she'd discovered I was close to her size
when we'd been in high school. I didn't particularly want to go through
that again, but she was always both grateful about it and never did
anything to embarrass me.

"Come on," she said, cajolingly. She smiled. There was no escape: she
was letting me stay without telling Mom and Dad. Well, I didn't really
have much to do anyway. I started unbuttoning my shirt. "Thanks," she
said as she left the room, sounding sincerely grateful.

I peeked out of the bedroom in my stocking feet and the dress. I'd have
heard if anyone else had come in the apartment, since the bedroom door
was open, so I headed for the kitchen where I heard Joanie doing
something. She looked up at me and smiled. And she looked me up and
down. I didn't feel right about something: she didn't seem to be
getting ready for any sewing work. "Looks good," she said, still
smiling.

I almost said a "b" word. "What do you want?" I managed to say with
admirable restraint.

"You're going to do me a favor," she said. I was alarmed and didn't
answer. I couldn't figure out what she might be thinking, but I knew it
was a lot more than I bargained for. "Gerold wants a threesome."

"What!?"

"He's been hinting. It's best I do something about it or he'll stick
with Victoria."

"Victoria?" I was confused.

"His wife." The guy's married!

"Joanie, I'm not into that! There's no way..."

"Listen, you don't have to do anything." I eyed her suspiciously. "I'll
tell him you're my friend and that you'll watch and that's all."

"No way!" I still wasn't sure I understood this, but I wanted no part
of it.

"Really, I swear! All you have to do is watch! He's been bugging me
about whether I was *into women*--I can tell he's thinking *threesome*.
I'll tell him you'rea friend of mine and that you'll watch us, but
nothing more. It won't be precisely what he was hinting at, but I'll
bet it'll be much more than he'll ever get out of that *Victoria*."

I tried to imagine it, but couldn't. "No: no way!"

"Listen, I don't want to have to call Dad."

I stared at her. I couldn't believe she'd said that. She looked guilty.
"Please, I'm desperate--you don't know what it's like being the *other
woman*."

"Joanie, this is too much."

"Just dress like it, and watch. That's all."

"And he's *really* going to think I'm a woman?"

"That won't be any trouble: sorry, but it's true; I can get a wig and
do your face..." I stared at her. Finally, she went on: "It's that or
Dad--sorry, but I've got to do this."

He was big and tall and that frightened me somehow. I'm not very
tall--I guess you gathered that since I can wear Joanie's clothes. I
wasn't as nervous about the possibility of him spotting me for a man as
I might have predicted: Joanie had performed magic on me, and the
mirror told me no one was going to start wondering. Besides, I was
probably a bit drunk: Joanie and I had prepared ourselves.

Joanie whispered in his ear. She'd just finished introducing me as
*Debbie*. I realized it wasn't really going to be much of a date: just
heading straight for the bedroom. What kind of relationship was it that
Joanie had with this guy?

He stared at me. While Joanie whispered to him, I noticed a slight
smile grow on his face. Joanie took me by the hand and pulled me into
the bedroom. Gerold was right there behind us.

I sat on a chair, watching them. They were still dressed, sitting on
the bed, kissing. They just kissed and kissed for what seemed like
minutes, not really moving much. Gerold had Joanie's face in his hands.

Finally they broke it. Joanie was ut of breath. Gerold immediately had
her lying on the bed and leaned over and kissed her again. His right
hand was sliding up and down her body over her dress. Finally it slid
underneath the hem. I knew it had reached home: her face showed it and
she brought one knee up. He still kissed her. She was beginning to
writhe and I heard her groan through the kiss, but he didn't stop.

Then he finally stopped. He sat up, but she still lay there, staring up
at the ceiling, breathing heavily, his hand between her legs. Her
breathing was picking up. I'd certainly never seen Joanie like this: my
own sister in the throes of passion. More than once it seemed like she
was on the verge, only to fail to make it. I caught her face one of
those times, and it was pure desperation.

His hand was out from between her legs and he was running it up and
down her body again, over her breasts and the front of her body. He
lifted her to sitting. He touched her lips with his fingertips, then
kissed her again for a couple of seconds.

"Please," she begged, still breathing hard. It was amazing to see a
woman turned on as much as she was. I was hard.

He glanced at me, then looked back at her. "Kiss Debbie," he said. His
hand was back under her dress again and once again she looked like she
was about to. But he withdrew it again.

"No... please... bastard..." she said, having trouble talking between
her breaths.

"Kiss her," he said, his voice harder, and he pulled her over to me.
There was my sister, Joanie, kneeling next to me breathing like she'd
just run a marathon. His hands were on her breasts.

"Do it, now."

Her eyes were wild. She grabbed my head and pulled me into a kiss. Her
mouth was open. At first she had trouble kissing because of her
breathing, but managed to get her tongue in my mouth. I took her head
in my hand and kissed her back--I was so hard.

We just kissed and kissed. I wasn't thinking--just reacting and
feeling. My hands were soon on her back, and going up and down her
body. Her rear. Then we were locked in embrace and standing. I felt my
cock against her and her breasts against me. It was just us.

Then we were apart. Gerold had separated us. Then his mouth was on
mine! I still can't believe it, but I didn't think, I just reacted.

He stopped after a couple of seconds. If he hadn't, I might have come
to my senses and pulled away. Then he kissed Joanie the same way except
that he leaned her way backward as he kissed her.

But he stopped again, pulling her to standing. "Tell Debbie to kneel,"
he said.

She looked at me. I saw desperation in her eyes though she didn't say a
word. Finally she whispered in my ear: "Do it."

I was on my knees. He stood in front of me and unzipped his pants!
"Touch her," he told Joanie. There it was, in front of me. Joanie was
behind me, her hands all over me. He took my head with his hands and
guided it.

"She's new to this," he said after a little while, to Joanie. It was so
big in my mouth. I *never* thought I'd ever be doing this.

He didn't come. He stopped. Then I was on the bed--he'd put me there.
On my hands and knees. Joanie lay under me. She pulled on my head down,
kissing me and I was forced down to my elbows. I felt my dress lifted
up over my back and my underpants pulled down. He was going to see.

He laughed. Joanie still kissed me, her arms wrapped around my chest.
She pulled me against her, practically lifting herself off the bed. My
rear was completely uncovered and he was roaring with laughter. He'd
seen and he was laughing. Then suddenly he was in me to the hilt.

That was months ago: tonight Joanie and I wait kneeling in her living
room. We're both dressed in short nightgowns. Each of us has a leather
collar around our neck. My hair is long, like Joanie's. A thin chain
dangles between us linking our collars. We just wait.

Gerold opens the door with his key. As usual, Victoria is with him.
This time they've brought another couple that I've never seen before.
The four of them are dressed up--they've obviously just been out to
dinner. Joanie and I continue to kneel, making no move. Our hands are
folded on top of our heads.

Victoria walks up to Joanie and takes Joanie's chin in her hand. She
lifts Joanie's face and looks down at her. I can sense that Joanie's
turned on. "Is that the boy?" asks the other woman.

Victoria giggles slightly at the question, still looking down at
Joanie's face. "Does it matter?" she replies.

Later the four of them sit around the living room watching Joanie and
me in the middle of the carpet. Victoria and the other woman sit
together on the couch. Holding hands. Joanie now has a dildo strapped
on her. I'm on my hands and knees and she's in me. I'm very hard. The
chain still joins our collars.

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