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Copyright 2004 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.

Please see chapter one for story codes and important background
information. I strongly suggest you do not read this chapter without
first reading the previous eighteen chapters.

The previous chapters are available here in html format:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm through the "Top Ten" link in
the main index

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Girl Fag
by Rachael

Chapter Nineteen


Miss Haven wasn't at football practice that Wednesday afternoon, but
I didn't figure she would be. Maybe she really was sick, and I
imagined her and Steve getting food poisoning from a burrito or
something on their first date. Wouldn't that totally suck? But I
sorta doubted that's what had happened. Maybe they'd been up all
night long, you know...talking and stuff. Or maybe just the 'and
stuff' part. I sure hoped so, that would be really cool. I knew Steve
was an aggressive guy anyway, cause he liked to dump his girls fast, so
he didn't waste a lot of time waiting around to get inside their
panties. It had sorta bothered me a little, when I'd first understood
that about him, but on the other hand, he liked girls his own age or
older, so they knew what they were doing. Or maybe that was just my guy
brain hard at work, I don't know.

Of course if it was a serious thing, between my brother and Miss Haven,
since I really thought they were perfect for each other, then maybe
Steve would take his time. He might try falling in love for a change
and that thought sort of made me tingle a little. Steve was getting
pretty old, like 22 and Daddy had already had 3 kids by then! But that
hadn't worked out so good for my dad, had it? And besides, falling in
love didn't really explain Miss Haven not being around all day
either. So, maybe they'd decided to hurry up and fall in love and go
ahead and have a lot of sex too, since they were having such a good
time anyway. That sorta made me laugh.

"The hell you gigglin' at, Russet?" Coach yelled. "Huddle
up!"

I blinked and nodded and ran onto the field, I'd been daydreaming
like that all through practice.

"Red One Right on two." Brian called the play and looked around at
us, stopping on me. "You wanna go out tonight?"

Nine other helmets turned to look at me and I felt my face turning red,
he'd been teasing me all through practice like that and it had been
making Matt and Lance sorta mad. I liked it sorta, but I didn't like
it too, especially in a huddle with nine other boys there.

"No." I said, not really sure if I was teasing him or not.

"Yeah you do." Brian laughed. "Break!" And we all clapped hand
walking to the scrimmage line, a few of the guys were snickering and I
saw Matt and Lance on defense sort of looking at them and wondering.

Coach's plays were pretty easy to remember. If it was red it was a
running play, and we had 12 of those, which could go right or left, or
up the middle. The first three plays, were all up the middle, but Brian
still called left or right, to tell me which side he was turning to. He
was left handed anyway, so he always called right and on this play, Red
One Right I took the ball and went right between the right guard and
tackle. I spun away from Kurt Vale, who was Jackie's little brother,
and juked left, right, and right again so that Lance fell on his faked
out face. I got about 7 more yards before Matt took me down, but I
stiff-armed him pretty good and almost got away. He just got lucky.

"You okay?" Matt asked me, sort of laying on my thighs.

"Yeah." I gave him a little push so he'd get off me. He was
talking about Brian, not his tackle and I wished him and Lance would
relax. It was like having two of my brothers on the team with me. But I
guess it was supposed to be like that too, don't you think? But I
still resented it a little.

"Blue niner left on one. Come over to my house, tonight." Brian was
looking at me again. "Break!" He broke the huddle before I could
reply.

Blue was passing and Blue Seven was the only real passing play I had to
worry about, that was a screen pass to me. On this one all I had to do
was take a fake and run right, since Brian would be throwing left. Some
plays I did some real blocking, but on this one all I had to watch for
was a blitz coming from the right and if I saw one to pick it up. But
they weren't blitzing and it was good fake, half the defense keyed on
me anyway and they took a few steps to their left out of reflex, before
they realized Brian still had the ball and was gonna throw it.

I was the third receiver in that play too, which meant if Brian got in
trouble he would eventually look and see if I was open, so I turned it
upfield and ran my ass off. I wasn't supposed to, I just felt like
it. I was supposed to go like 5 yards or so and break toward the
middle, making Brian's throw easier if he had to make one. I'm the
fastest player on the team though, a lot faster than most of the other
boys, so anytime I hit the burners I was gone! The only bad thing was,
I was a lousy receiver. I mean I could carry the ball like that Deon
Sanders guy used to, light and quick and ready to bust one for six
points every time I touched it. But catching, I dunno, I just thought
about it too much I think, when the ball was in the air, you know?
Coach hated that and so I didn't get to receive a lot and I didn't
get the ball that play either, I just had a long jog back to the
huddle.

But like all good football players, I complained. "I was wide
open!" I said and Brian just shook his head. Every quarterback knows
every receiver is gonna say he was wide open, they learn to ignore that
quick.

"Come to my house and I'll throw it to you." Brian grinned.

"No way." I rolled my eyes.

"Blue Two Left on three. Break!" We clapped and walked out of the
huddle. "I can pass all day." Brian told me, and then stuck his
mouth guard over his teeth.

Back in the huddle..."Are ya coming over?" Brian asked.

"She's scared, man." Someone laughed.

"Nope." I shook my head.

"Blue Five Right on three. Break!" Brian gave me a little look. He
really was gonna pass the rest of our little practice, Coach just
wanted to see us going up the field. He'd told Brian to call what he
wanted, but in a real game Coach would be calling plays.

Three more plays happened during which I did little more than watch and
I was sorta getting pissed. We were thirty two yards from the goal line
and it was almost time for our water break. We all wanted to score
before Coach called us off the field. We'd be doing other drills for
the second hour of practice.

"Last play." Brian breathed in the huddle. He'd scrambled on the
last play and gained 6 yards. "You want it?" He was looking at me
and I nodded.

"Gonna come over?" He looked at me without smiling.

"For five minutes." I agreed reluctantly.

That was all Brian needed to hear and he grinned. "Red Twelve
Left..." he slapped a couple helmets. "...You guys don't forget
to pull. On one. Break!"

Red Twelve was like a draw play, except I didn't go up the middle, I
went left or right, taking a delayed handoff while the guard and tackle
pulled off the line and ran down ahead of me, picking up any defender
that was in my way as I followed them. It was sort of a tricky play,
since a lot of people were moving in strange directions. Fourteen year
olds aren't really good at pulling, you know? But the defense was
only a bunch of 14 years old too, so that sorta made it even.

I took the handoff, after a couple long heartbeats of waiting while
Brian made like he was passing right, and as usual, I was ahead of the
pulling blockers anyway. Coach was yelling, asking what the hell we
were doing, but it was okay cause I went around the line and past
Lance, the linebacker, like he was standing still. Matt was playing
strong safety and he was coming up, but this time I faked left and then
went further left, dancing just inside the line, when he fought his
instincts and figured I'd go right. It wasn't fair at all and a
couple seconds later I was dropping the ball over my shoulder in the
end zone. Lots of guys spiked it when they scored, but I always thought
just dropping it like it wasn't any big deal was way cooler. Like it
was an insult almost. Touchdowns were a dime a dozen, I was saying, and
they sorta were for me. At least against our defense.

Brian didn't really live too far out of my way, although Matt and
Lance weren't very happy seeing me ride off into the sunset with
Brian Hades. I didn't mind though, despite my all my repeated efforts
to say no, I'd really wanted to say yes too. I just thought Brian was
sort of a jerk for asking me the way he had. It made me wonder why I
liked him so much, I mean it had to be just a physical thing, you know?
I didn't really like his attitude all that much. I didn't like the
way he treated my friends, or even me before. I didn't like that he
was a jerk and his sense of humor was that of a bully for sure. So why
did I like him so much? Just cause he was seriously cute with his buzz
cut blonde hair, deep blue eyes and little dimples when he smiled? Did
I really love him just for that? It seemed kinda shallow when I really
thought about it.

It was about a twenty minute ride and Brian talked all the way to his
house and I just listened mostly. He was telling me some story about
some kid he'd embarrassed back in third grade or something. He was
laughing and maybe thinking it was really impressing me, but I didn't
find it very funny. It just reinforced my doubts.

Brian's house was dark when we got there and I wondered where his
family was.

"My folks went over to a friend's house for dinner, took my little
brother with them." Brian shrugged. "They said I didn't have to
go if I didn't want to." He was smiling and puffing his chest out a
little, like it was a big deal his parents trusted him so much. "They
won't be home til late."

"I can't stay." I said. "Five minutes, remember? I gotta get
home too."

I wasn't even sure I wanted to get off my bike, really. Spending 20
minutes with Brian had felt kinda like a date and not a real good one.
I didn't really like it. Maybe if we'd just been kissing or
something it would have been better. I had liked that stuff a lot. But
now I was really thinking that maybe liking sex with a guy wasn't the
same as liking the guy, you know? But I thought I'd loved him and
maybe part of me did, but part of me definitely didn't like him
either and it was like sitting on a see-saw with someone who got
heavier sometimes, and lighter other times. It was confusing and I
didn't know if I was going up or down.

"It's okay, come on, let me just show you my room. It's cool."
Brian was smiling and I was sorta liking him again.

"I should get going maybe..." I was straddling my bike.

"Nah, come on. Just five minutes, you said, right?" He was getting
off his bike and I shrugged, thinking five minutes would be okay.

Brian's room was nice. He had some cool posters of guys like Dante
Culpepper, the quarterback of the Vikings, whom everyone agreed was
pretty much a football stud, even though he played for a sucky team.
And Brett Farve, who was a stud too, except he played for the Packers
and nobody I knew liked them very much. He had a bed and a desk and
some books, but I doubted he'd ever read any of them. He didn't
strike me as the book reading type, you know?

"You got a cool room." I said, standing there not knowing what else
to say.

"Yeah, it's great huh?" Brian smiled and looked around. "Uh,
you wanna sit down?" He was getting on the bed and sort of looking
like he meant next to him.

I wasn't really sure I wanted to be on his bed though. That seemed
kinda bad somehow, like my instincts were acting up, and I thought
maybe I should be leaving before he got any weird ideas. Or worse,
before he kissed me or something and made me start to get weird ideas
too, such as starting to love him again. I was more comfortable just
sorta liking him.

"Um, I should get going maybe..." I licked my lips, glancing at the
door. Brian had closed it behind us and that seemed strange suddenly, I
mean with nobody else home anyway.

"Oh, you said five minutes!" He was smiling and his eyes were
looking at mine. "Come on, I won't bite or nothin', just sit
down."

I shrugged and moved to the bed, sitting down next to him on the
springy mattress. We were kinda close like that and Brian leaned back a
little, putting his arms out straight behind him so his right arm was
right behind me. I was sitting up mostly, my arms crossed over my boobs
like I was hugging myself and I wondered why I felt so nervous. Usually
I was pretty sure I could take care of myself, but right then I felt
kind of small. Probably it was being in Brian's bedroom. People did
things in bedrooms, did things I knew I didn't want to do.

"I ain't gonna have sex with you." I said, without really meaning
to. It just sorta came out like that.

"Huh?" Brian stared at me.

"I mean um, well if that's what you're thinking..." I felt my
face burning up with embarrassment. Maybe he hadn't been planning on
trying to put a baby in my belly. Maybe he just wanted to show me his
room. People did that sometimes, just to be friendly and such. Maybe I
was wrong, maybe my intuition or whatever it is was mistaken. I
wasn't really a girl anyway, so what did I know?

"I wasn't gonna do anything." Brian sounded innocent and I
started feeling bad about what I'd been thinking. "I just wanted to
be with you a little."

"Oh." I closed my eyes, feeling hot all over. "Sorry." I
mumbled and then I started getting up. "I have to go anyway."

Brian put a hand on me, reaching across with his left hand and pushing
my thigh a little so I'd sit back down. His right hand was on my back
too, rubbing me just a little.

"I think about you all the time, Ann." Brian said and he was
pushing me back, so I was falling kinda and then laying on his mattress
with my legs bent at the knees, my feet not quite reaching the floor.

"Brian, um..." I swallowed hard and looked at him, leaning over me.
This was exactly what I was afraid of and I told my body to move, but
it didn't. One minute I'd been saying we weren't gonna do
anything, and the next I was laying there and he was bending down...

Kissing me!

I felt his lips and then his tongue, moving over and between my lips
and I let him do it. I mean we'd kissed before, yeah, and done other
stuff too! A lot of other stuff, but I wasn't sure I wanted to do
that anymore. I'd been thinking and doubting and trying to figure out
why I liked him when he was so totally obnoxious. And now I knew why. I
liked him because of the way he was kissing me, the way his hand was on
my breasts, feeling me through my shirt, giving my body a squeeze and
making me suck his tongue harder.

The heat of my embarrassment quickly became a fire of another sort as
my body responded to him. I felt fluttery all over, like I was covered
with butterflies and I should have stopped him but I didn't. Not
right away, I just kissed him and put my hand on his leg, rubbing
Brian's thigh and thinking he wasn't so bad. He was pretty nice
when he wanted to be and I was in love with him all over again without
knowing why.

When I felt his fingers on my jeans though, trying to unbutton my
pants, it woke me up.

"Mmmphh...No...Brian...Stop..." I breathed, turning my head, but he
moved with my, keeping his mouth over mine. His tongue cut off my
protests and I was trying to push it out of my mouth with my tongue,
but that was an awful lot like kissing too.

His fingers were fumbling a little, probably cause he was so
inexperienced, but he was getting my buttons one by one and I was
pushing my hands against his chest. I felt my heart racing, with
excitement or fear, or both I guess. He wasn't stopping and I
couldn't make him stop. He was kissing me and I had brief thoughts of
biting him or something, but I didn't. I was so warm all over, so hot
inside. His big hand was inside my jeans, touching my underwear,
touching the bare skin of my lower tummy.

"Brian...stop...please...please..." I was breathing hard and he'd
lifted his mouth as he felt the top of my sex under his fingers, just
the barest hint of thin pubic hair. "I don't want to...okay? I
can't do it."

"Yes you can, come on...please Ann? I really love you, I swear...just
a little bit....one time..." He was a desperate to do it as I was not
to and I felt like crying for some reason. Not fighting, just crying.

That was the girl in me, maybe, or most likely just the 14 year old kid
that I was. Boy or girl didn't really matter. I was little and this
was bad, this was what I didn't want at all. If I was a boy inside,
or a girl, didn't make any difference right then. I wasn't thinking
like that. I was just thinking that I wanted to love him, but he was
hurting me. Not physically, my body felt good, I felt too good. I'd
spread my legs unconsciously and he was moving his fingers down, across
my clit which was fully aroused and buzzing like a hard little bee. But
he was breaking my heart, I thought.

"I can't!" I swallowed and grabbed his wrist, stopping him from
going further. "I told you..." I breathed, "...I wasn't gonna
do anything! I gotta go home!"

I pushed at him again and Brian didn't really try and stop me, but he
didn't move either. He was sort of on top of me, his big chest over
mine, his weight feeling so heavy, but good somehow too. I hated it,
the way he was using me. My nipples were hard under my shirt and every
time one of us moved they rubbed him so they almost hurt, like they'd
been stung or something.

"Ann, I'm not gonna hurt you or anything...come on..." he sounded
like the boy he was, and he didn't have any good reason for this
except we both wanted it. But he was only half right.

"I gotta go...I gotta go home..." That was all I was thinking as I
got out from under him. He didn't try and stop me, except by his
looks. I buttoned my jeans back up, keeping my eyes down, not wanting
to see him. When I did, Brian was still sitting there, propped up on
his elbows looking at me.

"Come on, you know you want it! We're all alone, nobody's gonna
know! Just try it, one time, okay?"

He was talking about sex, I knew. Real boy-girl sex too. Not me sucking
his penis, or letting him have sex with my butt, which I probably
woulda done sooner or later. He wanted to put his cock inside my vagina
and I could feel it too. My pussy was wet, that was what scared me the
most. I was ready for it, my little clit was humming and I could feel
the little muscles down there, contracting with every rapid beat of my
heart, wanting to feel something inside. I was frightened by it,
terrified and angry with my body. It was another betrayal, I thought,
feeling that way. It wasn't who I wanted to be!

I didn't say anything; I just left, practically running down the
stairs and out the front door. I stopped in the cold evening air and
just breathed for a minute. It had felt like the house had been closing
in on me, the walls of Brian's bedroom getting tighter. It was
claustrophobia or whatever and I'd never experienced it before. But I
was outside now and I felt myself getting better, feeling stronger
again. I was regaining my sense of who I was, or at least who I wanted
to be and that was different from what Brian wanted.

"He's such a liar!" I told myself out loud, putting my bag over
my shoulder and getting on my bike. I was done with him and that was
it. I liked Brian and I hated him and I couldn't trust him at all.
Every time I was with him I knew he'd try and get me to do it. To
have sex with him like a girl and the worst part, the scariest part,
was that I didn't trust myself either. My body was a big liar too, I
thought. If I was with Brian, someday, somewhere, he'd win and I'd
lose and I wouldn't have anybody to blame but myself.

I wish I had a better reason, or at least a better explanation for why
I'd changed my mind so quick about Brian. But reasons and
explanations aren't the same things, as my Daddy liked to say
sometimes. Heck, they don't even go together all that well most of
the time. But I had changed my mind, that was for sure, and it was just
another normal confusing day in the life of Ann Russet. It did make me
feel a little more free though, except for the fact that I hadn't
told Brian I was breaking up with him before we really even got
together. He wasn't gonna take that too well, but maybe he already
knew.

I knew what it was: I was tired. Too many late nights, too many early
mornings, too much stressing about one thing after another. I tried to
remember if I'd promised anybody anything that night. I hoped not. I
just wanted to go to bed. About the only thing I thought I might do was
call that Monica girl, but that was iffy at best. I hadn't figured
that deal out at all and maybe I was a little scared because the way
Steve had talked, she sounded like my twin sister. It was one thing to
hear that old saying about everyone having a twin someplace in the
world, but altogether different when you might actually meet her.

Jerry Stiles was still there when I got home and I took the obligatory
look to see what him and his son Wade were doing. Mostly just tearing
the old pantry apart and it was pretty messy in there. But the idea
that I was gonna have a room of my very own was pretty cool and I was
happy about it. I ignored dinner, which was easy since Henry was the
one who'd made it and he was being lazy as usual. Macaroni and cheese
and some kielbasa sausage, which didn't taste bad probably, but our
dad was gonna complain. He liked to have something that would stick to
his ribs for dinner and anything that came out of a cardboard box
wasn't rib-stickin' good in his opinion.

I went upstairs and took care of my stuff, climbing under my sheets
with my big dildo around my waist. I don't know why exactly, but it
felt good going to sleep with a cock in my hand. My own cock, and even
if it wasn't real, I still stroked it like it was, feeling the base
against my hard little clit like I was really jerking off. I felt like
a boy, which was what I wanted more than anything because I knew Brian
wanted me to be a girl. I was dropping him, after giving him his first
kiss and his first blowjob, after telling him I sorta liked him a lot,
I was dumping him. It was weird.

I woke up and it was dark and I was hungry. I felt like I'd been
asleep for a long time, and I guess I had, since my little alarm clock
said it was just after 1 in the morning. I wanted to go back to sleep,
since waking up that early was gonna be bad later in the day, but it
wasn't happening. I just laid there for about 15 minutes, playing
with my dick, before I decided to get some food anyway. I undid my
strapon and left it under my sheets, grabbed a t-shirt and some boxers,
feeling around blindly in my dresser, and then went downstairs.

The house was quiet, which was strange. You sorta get used to all the
noise that 7 boys can make all hours of the day, but now it seemed they
were all asleep. I was in the kitchen, microwaving some left over
dinner when I realized not everyone was asleep. Steve's car was
pulling into the driveway and I thought that was sorta good and bad.
Good because I wanted to talk to him real bad about Miss Haven, and bad
because if he'd been with Miss Haven, why wasn't he there now?

The answer came as soon as the kitchen door opened and Steve walked in
pulling the woman behind him, smiling and shushing her and looking at
me with playfully raised eyebrows. My brother was dressed normal for
him, meaning jeans and a t-shirt with a jacket. Miss Haven looked a
little chilly though, considering she was wearing what looked like a
cheerleading outfit, except I didn't recognize the colors. It looked
good on her though, there was no denying that. She was giggling and
when she saw me her face turned red and she lowered her eyes, but she
was still laughing.

"Is she drunk?" I stared at her for a minute and then looked at my
brother. He was glassy eyed and still smiling. "Are you drunk?"

"We were celebrating." Steve said and then he nodded. "She's
drunk. I'm perfectly sober."

"Right." I laughed at him. I'd seen Steve drunk before, of
course, all my brothers liked to party once in awhile, and they were
all pretty good about it. Steve was more buzzed than he was letting on
though, that was for sure. He was even a little wobbly trying to stand
in one spot.

"Good evening...Miss Russet." Lisa said softly, and then she
laughed again, her knees going a little weak and I was afraid she'd
fall down.

"You're the first to know, Ann." Steve was grabbing my shoulders.

"Know what?" I laughed at him, thanking God he'd made it home
okay from wherever they'd been.

"Lisa..." He swallowed and then let go of me, stepping back and
taking the girl's hand. "...Elizabeth and I, are
getting...Married!" He grinned at me happily and Lisa nodded, finally
looking up so I could see her smiling face. "Where's pops? I gotta
tell him too..."

"Married?" I stared at them. "You just met!"

I didn't know if I was happy or not. I never thought about my
brothers getting married. I mean they talked about moving away
sometimes, going to school, or just finding their own place, or
whatever. But married? I wanted to be happy for them, I mean sure, and
they looked happy enough. But lots of drunk people looked happy without
even knowing why. They'd known each other for what? A day? Thirty-six
hours maybe? And they were getting married? I wanted them in love, not
married, at least not that fast!

"Pops? Hey Pops!" Steve was yelling and I shook my head a little.

"Shhh...Steve! It's 1:30 in the morning! Hey...Come on..." I was
grabbing him.

"I'm so happy Miss Russet! He just asked me tonight, can you
believe it? I'm so glad you introduced us..." Miss Haven was
talking to me at the same time.

"Hey Pops, wake up! I want you to meet somebody!" Steve was looking
up, like he could see through the ceiling or something.

"Uh, congratulations, Lisa." I smiled at her, real quickly as I
held on to Steve. "Tell him in the morning, dude! It's
late...Steve...!" He ignored me and yelled again.

"What the hell's going on down here?" Mark was coming down the
steps, rubbing his eyes, and right behind him was Henry, who was
rubbing his obviously hard penis through his underwear the way boys do
when they wake up for some reason.

"What's all that...Hey...Jesus, what time is it?...What's going
on?...Who's she?...Where's the fire?" Everyone was coming
downstairs and asking the same questions and every time someone would
come into the kitchen Steve would hold Miss Haven close and give them
the good news. It was chaos and I realized the house was back to
normal.

"Married huh?" My dad was there, standing in his bathrobe, which
was probably a good thing. My brothers were all in their underwear, as
was I for that matter, and luckily Lisa was drunk enough not to care.
She took it all with a smile, leaning heavily on Steve who was leaning
heavily against the refrigerator.

"Yes sir." Steve nodded. "I knew it from the minute I saw her,
Pops." He looked at her and it was obvious he was in love. "This is
the girl I've been looking for."

"Where'd you guys meet at?" Greg asked.

"You marrying a cheerleader, bro?" David grinned

"Miss Russet introduced us." Lisa giggled and I felt my face
turning red as everyone turned to look at me.

"Miss Russet. Eh?" Daddy looked at me. "The hell's that mean,
girl?"

"Uh, she's the school nurse dad; she was at football practice the
other day when Steve came by." I offered, knowing that wasn't what
he was asking me.

"Miss Russet?" Scott smiled at me and I might have figured he'd
know better.

"A cheerleader, is that cool or what?" David was elbowing Mark.

"She calls us that, the girls at school." I shrugged like it was no
big thing.

"She's hot." Mark was nodding. "Nice pom-poms."

Lisa at least was preoccupied with Steve and all the attention, so she
wasn't going to say anything else that might incriminate us, I hoped,
and then I started wondering if she'd told Steve about me and her. It
was one thing to have sex with a girlfriend, I mean before she was even
my brother's girlfriend, but having sex with his wife? It seemed to
me that would be a little harder to overlook, although I wasn't
exactly certain what it meant. Just the idea though that I'd be
seeing her a lot, I mean like at Christmas, and Thanksgiving, and
birthdays, and probably every other day of the year...My head was
spinning.

And my three of my best friends had fucked her too! I felt dizzy and I
needed to sit down. I'd made it happen, me, I'd been the
instigator. If Steve found out his brand new fianc�' had been
gang-banged by me and my friends, he was gonna kill me! Her too, maybe.
I didn't figure it was going to matter that he hadn't known her at
the exact time it had happened; the same freakin' day was probably
close enough for him! It was like a nightmare, why couldn't they have
met a few days earlier, or why hadn't he waited like a year from now
to propose? It would have been forgotten by then...sorta.

"Are you okay?" David asked me.

He was closest to me and everyone else was talking to Steve and his
bride-to-be, congratulating them and generally having a good time, now
that they were more awake. Daddy was even making a pot of coffee and
smiling since I guess it was always sorta special when your oldest boy
tells you he's getting married. And Miss Haven did look special,
although nobody had explained the cheerleader outfit yet. She was
smiling and talking happily, introducing herself and maybe even
sobering up a little, although it was hard telling.

"Yeah, I just need to lie down I think." I'd forgotten all about
my food, still sitting in the microwave. I started leaving the kitchen
and Steve called out to me.

"Can you show Lisa where the bathroom is?" He asked me, telling
Miss Haven to go ahead upstairs with me; that I'd show her where to
go. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, like upstairs was a long ways
away or something, but I guess that's what people do when they're
in love.

Miss Haven followed me and I walked slowly, hoping she wouldn't trip
or anything, but she was looking a little more steady anyway. When
I'd first seen her come through the door she looked like she was
ready to fall over. Maybe she just needed to move a little, I knew when
I got buzzed it helped to keep my feet moving for some reason.

"I can't believe I'm getting married..." She was saying and I
was nodding. "Steve's just so nice, so special..."

"Uh-huh...uh-huh..." I just kept nodding until we reached the
bathroom.

"Do you um..." She licked her lips, smiling and blushing as usual.
"...want to come in?" She giggled and I stared at her. "Miss
Russet?"

"What?" I couldn't believe my ears. "Are you crazy? Steve's
downstairs, everybody's awake!" I was whispering. "And stop
calling me that!"

"He knows." She giggled again, taking my hands in hers as she
stepped backwards into the dark bathroom, pulling me inside with her.

"You told him?" I know my eyes had to be as wide as they'd ever
been in my life because my face hurt.

"Yeah." Lisa pushed the door shut, turning us around in the
darkness so I think she was leaning against it, but it was hard to
tell. All I knew was she was still holding my hands.

"About us?" I asked again, just because I was imagining my life
ending.

"Of course." She was pulling me closer. "I've been thinking
about you all night and when he asked me to marry him..." Her voice
was soft and then I felt her long blonde hair on my face, "...I love
both of you." She was kissing me and I felt my body go stiff as she
hugged me.

This wasn't happening, I told myself, and it was all some weird
dream. That was what I deserved for going to bed so early without any
dinner. I was dreaming and Miss Haven couldn't be trying to have sex
with me at two in the morning. Not in my own bathroom. Not after
announcing that she was getting married to my oldest brother. Things
like that don't happen. Not even to me!

"Mmmpphhh...." I was trying to push her away, but she was strong,
and just drunk enough not to realize I wasn't in the mood.

She thought I was playing with her maybe and I could feel her tongue
prying its way in between my lips. She was like a thousand times more
aggressive than I'd ever seen her and that was freaking me out a
little. It was d�j� vu and I was thinking about Brian and wondering
why everyone wanted to have sex with me all the time.

"I'm so glad we're gonna be sisters, Miss Russet!" She breathed
when our kiss finally broke and I swallowed nervously in the dark.
"We can be together all the time now!"

She was trying to kiss me again and her hands had slid under my
t-shirt, and one of them went even lower, down inside the back of my
boxers so she could feel my round butt. I turned my head and fumbled
around the wall for the light switch, needing to see Miss Haven's
face. She couldn't really mean everything she was saying, could she?
She couldn't love me! She couldn't be with me all the time! It was
just a game, a thing to do at school. I didn't know what it was, but
it wasn't an all the time thing. She was getting married to Steve,
not to me!

"Wait...wait...Lisa..." I finally found the switch and the bathroom
lit up brightly. "We can't do this anymore."

"Yes we can." She leaned back, smiling and nodding. "I told you,
Steve knows." She giggled. "He said it was okay."

"He did?" I stared at her. "He said it was okay for us to
keep...doing it?"

"He said he fucked you too." Miss Haven had her mouth next to my
ear, breathing the words. "Your own brother fucking you..." She
practically shivered with excitement. "...that's so hot!"

I didn't want to believe her about my brother at all. Steve
wouldn't have told her about us. He wouldn't have told anyone, but
especially not her. Not the woman he was going to marry! Having sex
with his sister was...Well, it was wrong, to most people. Not to me,
and not to Steve, but Miss Haven? She couldn't be serious.

"You're drunk." I told her, as much for my benefit as hers,
reminding us that this wasn't who she really was.

"A little." Miss Haven giggled. "I want to fuck you so bad!"
She was moving her hand inside my boxers, bringing it around to the
front. "Where's that big sexy cock of yours, Miss Russet?"

She really was like a changed person, totally different, and I had to
get away from her. I didn't know if it was the alcohol, or the fact
that she was engaged to my brother, or if it was just some weird part
of her personality that only came out at night, but it was making me
nervous. That and the fact that any one of my brothers could find us
like that at any second. Or my Daddy. My thoughts just kept getting
worse and worse and I needed time to think, I needed to talk to Steve,
I needed...I needed to get away from Miss Haven.

Just as I was trying to think of a way to do that, there was a knock at
the door. "Lisa? Ann? Hey...It's me." It was Steve and I breathed
a little sigh of relief as I slipped away from Miss Haven, but she kept
a hand on my hip anyway, squeezing me gently as I opened the door,
ready to drag Steve inside with us so he could explain what was going
on.

But he wasn't alone and my heart sank as the words died even before
they reached my lips. Daddy was there too, and Henry, who was always
nosey anyway.

"Hey, Lisa's gonna spend the night, so you and her take my room,
okay?" He gave our dad a little look and I guess it was Daddy's
idea and not Steve's. "I'll sleep in your bed and Scott's gonna
take the couch."

There wasn't anything I could do except agree. Daddy hadn't ever
struck me as puritanical or whatever, but I guess he figured he'd at
least try and set an example for the girl his son was going to marry.
No hanky-panky under his roof, by golly. The thought almost made me
laugh, but I was too busy with thinking other thoughts.

And so it was that less than ten minutes later Miss Haven and I were
alone in Steve and Scott's bedroom with the door safely locked. Three
seconds after that she was pulling me to one of the beds, Steve's
naturally, although I think it was just a lucky guess on her part.

Did you ever wonder about fate? Or destiny maybe? Any of that stuff,
like if we're really free to choose what happens to us, or not? I
used to think that we were all alone, that we just did stuff because we
wanted too, not because some mysterious force was guiding us. But
sometimes I see evidence that maybe I'm wrong about that. The night
Steve brought Lisa home was pretty much one of those weird things.
Because I'd tried, and tried, and tried again not to do what I knew
was wrong. But every time I thought I had a chance, something happened
to push us closer together. The final straw came just as I was trying
to explain to the woman that I needed time to think, to work it all out
in my head.

There was a soft knocking at the door and I opened it, seeing Steve and
he was grinning. I was about to say something, to get him inside, when
he handed me my strapon dildo that I'd left in the middle of my bed
and forgotten about. That knocked all the words out of my head as I
took it and stared down at the cock in my hands like an idiot,
wondering where that had come from. And most especially why Steve was
giving it to me.

"Have fun, sis!" Steve said softly, winked at me and then slipped
away like a bad dream.

"Oh good!" Miss Haven clapped her hands quietly and she was pulling
me back once more o the bed. "See, Miss Russet? What did I tell
you?"

It was nice though, I'll admit that. My heart wasn't in it at
first, and to tell the truth I missed the old Miss Haven. The quiet and
shy, super submissive woman who could barely look into my eyes. I'd
fallen in love with her, I think, a little, and I felt somewhat lost
with the Lisa who was doing everything she could to seduce me. We made
love that night, if that's what we should call it, just like two
people...well, in love I guess, and that wasn't so bad after awhile.

"Ohhh...god yes...deeper...oh...deeeep ugh!" Lisa was on her back,
on her fianc�'s bed, with her long legs over my shoulders as I
spread her thighs with my boyish hips. She was still wearing her
cheerleader outfit, but without the little shorts, or her tiny lace
panties. The big hard cock I sported slid between her swollen labia
easily, sinking inside the woman's sex over and over. I would bend my
neck, finding her open mouth as Lisa panted for air, and kiss her.

It was so much different than anything we'd done before and all
doubts were gone, at least for the moment. She'd pulled me into
having sex with her, as if by magic it almost seemed. I'd tried to
say no, but it hadn't worked and the more she'd touched me, the
more she'd kissed and stroked my body, the harder it had become. Lisa
wasn't acting so submissive, if anything she seemed to take charge of
our strange relationship, but she never stopped calling me Miss Russet
either. It was like she was the same, but different, taking charge only
because she knew she had to just this once.

And it was safe for her to do it too. I mean we weren't in her
office, or in the locker room, or someplace where she felt vulnerable.
Her guilt for wanting a student, for lusting after a child in her care,
none of that was running through her head. I was someone else for her
right then, and while I could sense that, I couldn't understand it. I
didn't really need to either, all I had to do was give myself up to
her desires and it became very good for both of us all at once.

I'd pushed her top up, over her the firm swell of her tits, and
Lisa's nipples were hard and pointed upward so that they grazed mine
as we fucked. And when we kissed I could feel them, pressing against my
body like burning pebbles. Lisa's hands moved along my back, or held
my neck, or dug into my hips when she'd cum. I loved the way she
felt, the way she moved beneath me. I found myself imagining that I was
a real boy, a man like my brother Steve, and she was my wife. It was
intoxicating, a wild fantasy that I'd never dreamed of.

I envied my brother, maybe even felt a little jealousy because he would
feel her around his cock. The tightness of her sex, the way it would
clasp and grip and squeeze his cock, begging him to fill her with his
seed. I could feel none of that and it was a frustration only slightly
appeased by the burning of my clit. The base of my cock was rubbing at
me nicely, especially when I'd thrust hard, driving all of that dildo
inside Miss Haven until there was nothing left to give, and then I'd
grind myself against her, working my sex against the dildo until I
could barely stand it. I'd draw back slowly, dragging my cock away as
Lisa gasped and stared into my eyes, hungry for more.

We had sex like that for a long time, until we'd both come several
times and even when were finally finished, lying there side by side,
kissing and touching and whispering words that meant nothing, I don't
think we were truly sated in our lust. I rubbed her sex slowly,
enjoying the way Miss Haven's vagina was stretched and open to my
fingers, and she was so wet inside it was unbelievable. She tried to
touch me too, after I'd removed the dildo from around my waist, but I
stopped her. I wanted to remember her that night as if I were a man. I
let her touch my stomach and breasts and face, but not my sex.

We fell asleep together, on Steve's bed, and when I woke up I
realized I'd slept right through my morning workout with Coach, and
beyond that, halfway through my first class. I just groaned, glancing
at Lisa's sleeping form, and fell back on the pillows, wondering what
I was doing having sex with my future sister-in-law.

I was still awake and still worrying, having given up on school, at
least for the morning, when the door opened. Steve peered around it,
looking all wet and wrapped in a towel. He looked pretty good
considering the late night and the buzz he'd had just a few hours
earlier. But they were always pretty good in the morning, my brothers,
and so was I usually.

"I thought it was locked." I said softly, knowing it had been.
I'd triple checked when it became obvious I was going to do more than
just sleep with Lisa.

"It was." He grinned and showed me his key. "My room,
remember?" He stepped into the room, locking the door behind him.
"Have a good time last night?"

"You know we did." I said, frowning at him. "It isn't right."

"Hey, don't worry about me. I love both of you." He came over to
the bed and I slid over, closer to Lisa so he'd have room to sit
down.

"She's gonna be your wife." I looked up at him. "She
practically raped me last night." I tried to stay unhappy, but saying
that made me smile just a little and my brother chuckled.

"It was her idea to come here. She wanted to see you, tell you about
it." Steve shrugged. "I asked her to marry me and she told me about
you guys."

"Yeah? And what did you say?"

"I uh, well I told her about us." He said it reluctantly, like he
didn't think I knew, at least not for sure.

"She said that." I punched his thigh, but not very hard. "I
thought you weren't gonna tell anybody."

"It was show and tell, man, what can I say?" He grinned. "Anyway,
she liked it. A lot, sort of uh, wants to do it with us."

"What?" My voice got loud and Steve shushed me with a finger to his
lips. "We're not doing it anymore, remember? You told me that!
What's wrong with you?"

"I love her, I dunno." He didn't really have anything to say, I
realized, at least no good explanation. He was in love with a woman who
had some strange desires, or something. I guess seeing her husband with
his sister was one of them, probably joining in too.

"This is too weird." I dropped my head and closed my eyes. "My
life is so messed up!"

"Yeah." Steve sighed, like he could possibly understand.

"You're part of it too, Steve." I told him, feeling pretty
annoyed. "This all started that first night, with you. Now it's
like everyday something is pulling me, just tearing me up inside.
People mad at me, people in love with me. God!"

I was feeling sorry for myself, I knew, but there was nothing I could
do about it. I was feeling used somehow and unhappy with the way my
life was turning out. I was supposed to have one person, just one, that
I could love and be with and spend my time with. Instead I had like a
dozen or something, all of them needing me, for some reason. I was mad
at everybody right then, my brother, Lisa, Julie and Jane, Coach,
Brian, Little Steve, all my friends...The list just seemed to go on and
on. Why couldn't I just be happy?

"Take a break." Steve reached down, rubbing my thigh under the
sheet. "A little vacation."

"Huh?" I looked at him.

"We're going to Oregon, me and Lisa."

"When?" I glanced to my left and she was still sleeping. "This
afternoon probably, drive to Seattle today and then down tomorrow."

"For what?" I totally didn't understand what he was talking
about.

"To meet the in-laws." He laughed gently. "I have to meet her
parents, you know, shake Dad's hand, taste mom's meatloaf. Get the
old man-to-man talk about taking care of his baby, or whatever it is
father-in-laws do."

"You're going to meet Lisa's family?" I'm not sure why it
surprised me, but it did. "So what's that got to do with...oh
no..." I shook my head.

"Yeah." Steve was grinning. "Come with us, it'll be fun. A
little road trip to clear your head. We'll stay for the weekend, be
back here by Tuesday, you even get out of school."

"A road trip with you guys?" I took a deep breath, trying to
imagine having sex with Lisa in her old bedroom with her parents
sleeping in the next room, secure in the knowledge that their
daughter's virtue was safe because Steve was sleeping on the couch.
What a great joke, just like the one we'd played on our dad.

"Yeah." Steve gave me a little squeeze. "Have some time together,
just the three of us."

"You're as bad as Mark and David." I shook my head. "Thanks,
but no thanks. I have a game on Saturday. I'm going to Julie's
house tomorrow night, with Jane. I'm supposed to see my friend Steve
sometime this weekend."

I was feeling the weight again of having too many friends and not
enough me to go around. It sounds stupid, and I figured it was probably
pretty bad luck to complain about having too many friends, but that was
what I was doing. Like who was I anyway? Just some 14 year old girl,
that's all. Nobody special, but I felt like I was acting like it
suddenly. I felt guilty, especially since I'd been mad at everyone
for liking me just a few minutes before. I probably didn't deserve
friends and that was hurting me too.

"Well, just think about it, okay?" He was still touching me and I
didn't mind it, I'd brought my right hand to his bare thigh and I
was rubbing him the same way, sliding my hand up and down his cool
skin, still slightly damp from his shower.

"Do you want her to see us?" I asked Steve slowly. "I mean, is
that why you're asking?"

I knew it was and I'd rejected it quickly, without thinking, but like
always, my mind was splitting, running in two different directions. I
always wanted, that was my problem, I'd come to a decision and change
it, and then change it again just for good luck. I loved my brother
though, I loved Steve maybe more than anyone else in the world,
although that didn't seem fair to the rest of my brothers, or most
especially my Daddy. But it was true just the same. I had to ask, if
only to know that he wanted me. It was important somehow.

"I only want what you want, sis." Steve smiled.

"I know." I nodded. "But tell me, do you think we should stop?"

"Me and you?" He looked at me with honest eyes. "Or you and
Lisa?"

"Yeah. All of us." I bit my bottom lip, having no clue what he'd
say because Steve would give up what he wanted to help me, I was sure.

He thought about it for a long minute before shaking his head. "No.
No, I don't. I think we're okay, Ann, we understand so..." He
lifted his hands and sighed. "I don't know."

Steve didn't have any more answers than I did, he could only say what
he felt. That made me a feel a little better though, although I'm not
sure why exactly. I suppose I just liked the idea that I wasn't
totally stupid. I mean if Steve didn't know, and I figured he knew a
lot more than I ever would, then how was I gonna figure it out? And
that made me think that maybe I didn't have to figure it out, like I
wasn't even supposed to. There's comfort in that, in realizing that
there's a limit, like the end of a race. Even though the track goes
round and round forever, you have to stop somewhere, otherwise it's
pointless. I just had to figure out how to make myself stop.

"I was pretending I was you last night." I giggled softly, feeling
suddenly relieved.

"Oh yeah?" Steve smiled at me, sensing my mood change, I think.

"Uh-huh." I nodded, moving my hand under his towel, shifting my
body a little so I could almost reach his penis if I wanted to. "I
was making love to her like I had a real dick."

"Mmmm...Did you like it?" Steve moved his hand up to my tummy,
rubbing me and using the motion to pull the sheet down my chest slowly.

"I wanted to make her pregnant." I whispered, squeezing the inside
of his thigh. "I wanted to cum inside her."

"Do you want to watch us?" Steve asked, looking at my breasts as
they became exposed. My puffy nipples were hard and Steve licked his
lips.

"Yessss..." I sighed. "I want to see it when you do it."

I was getting warmer, my tummy shivering inside and I had goosebumps on
my skin. I moved my hand to find my brother's semi-hard penis and I
wrapped my fingers around it. We just looked at each other for a few
seconds, his soft brown eyes were warm and inviting and I wanted to
stay inside them forever right then. I'd missed him, I think, missed
the way it felt to be close with him in that special secret way.

"Do you want to wake her up?" Steve asked and his hand was on my
left breast, playing across my nipple.

"I want you to make love to me, here, next to her..." I grinned at
the look on his face. "...in my ass."

"Ohhh..." He grinned.

He leaned over and kissed me for a few minutes, although I wasn't
sure about my breath really, he didn't seem to care. Steve kissed me
hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth like he was eating me up and it
was a sudden rush of heat bursting inside me. Like I'd had all that
desire built up inside for too long and now I couldn't control it. I
rolled over, onto my stomach, kicking the sheets away and told my
brother to do it, just like that, while I was lying next to his
fianc�, looking at her. I wanted to see her beautiful face while Steve
fucked me, it was wicked and wonderful and as he straddled my thighs,
rubbing saliva over his cock, I knew I was gonna cum good.

I kept my body flat, my ass down as my brother worked his cockhead
between the firm roundness of my butt, finding my anus and pushing
himself inside slowly. It hurt, a little, mostly because I was dry
except for his spit, but I didn't mind it. I wanted it to hurt, I
think, like the first time when Steve had taken my virgin ass just a
few weeks before. I wanted to remember that and everything that had
happened in between. I wanted to wake up Lisa so she could open her
eyes and see him fucking me, driving his penis into his sister's ass.

"Owwww...ooohh....fuck...!" I groaned, grimacing as my tender
muscles were forced apart by Steve's large cock. "Do it...push it
in...it's good..." I was telling him, trying to relax, telling
myself to breathe and just let him in.

"You're tight as hell, Ann." Steve gasped. "Jesus...I thought
you were practicing this stuff!" He laughed and that made me laugh
too and it helped, believe it or not, and another inch or two worked
its way inside, filling me nicely.

"I love getting it like this..." I breathed. Steve had stopped
pushing for a minute and was kissing my shoulders as his cock throbbed
inside my butt. "We can't stop doing this, Steve...Can't
stop...okay?"

"I know." He whispered, kissing my ear, and then he pushed again.
An inch inside and half an inch back, sawing his penis back and forth,
going just a little deeper until his cock was as far inside my body as
he could get it, his big heavy balls filled with incestuous sperm
pressing against my moist sex.

He kissed me more, enjoying the feeling of his entire cock being
squeezed by my tight warm ass. His lips were on my back and shoulders,
my neck and cheeks, until I turned my head enough that he could kiss my
lips, out tongues playing between them.

"Oh, wow..." Lisa giggled sleepily. She'd woken up finally and
she lifted her head a little, blinking in the morning light as she
looked us up and down. "You should have woken me up!"

I sighed and gave her a contented smile and then a sharp gasp as Steve
jammed his cock hard inside me, leaning against my small body so he
could kiss his fianc� good morning. It was pretty hot watching them
kiss while he fucked me and I squirmed a little, finding some pressure
for my clit and bringing some little contractions through my unfilled
sex and overfilled ass.

Steve started fucking me good then, pushing his upper body back up like
he was doing push-ups, and pulling his cock halfway out before
thrusting it back inside me. I found my right hand on Lisa's skin,
stroking her breasts as she lay on her side, watching my face as her
husband-to-be made love to me in the only way we could. She moved
closer and I pulled long strands of disheveled blonde hair from her
blue eyes, my body jerking beneath Steve's thrusts, and then finally
kissing her.

It was good like that, so different from anything I'd experienced
before. Having sex with my brother while I kissed Miss Haven. I could
feel myself glowing I think, like my skin was charged with electricity
and my heart was pounding in my chest. I was going to cum, after a nice
long build up of pleasure. I was squeezing my thighs and holding Lisa
close, my body twisting awkwardly as Steve continued fucking me,
getting close to his own orgasm. Her hands were on me as well, stroking
my skin, urging me on with little touches and murmurs of love that only
the three of us could hear. She wanted it, to see my face when I was
cumming and then again when my own brother filled me with his seed. She
wanted to share the experience, to share herself with the both of us.

I shuddered and pushed my ass back and up, wanting Steve harder and
faster and deeper. I could barely breathe and my pussy was buzzing. I
was feverish and desperate and I clung to Lisa like a little girl, my
eyes shut and my mouth on her skin, kissing and sucking at whatever
part of her I could find. And then I was there, my climax ripping
through me, making me jerk like a weak marionette as I sought to enjoy
the sensations. I was on fire with it and a few seconds later my
brother was cumming as well, his cock deep in my bowels like a sharp
piece of burning steel, spasming and spilling his semen inside my body.

We were a long time coming down from that peak, myself longest of all,
and I found myself between them. My brother on one side of me, my
future sister on the other, both of them on their sides and facing me.
I kissed them both and felt their hands on my body. And they kissed as
well, their lips above mine until I joined in, all three of us kissing
at once. It was like magic and I'd forgotten everything else. The
world could turn without me, I'd decided, and it felt good.

"I'm sorry about last night, Miss Russet." Lisa was on her knees
and she was acting more like her old self again, although we were only
in the bathroom. My brothers were all gone to school, except for Scott,
and he'd be leaving soon. My dad was outside, in the garage, working
on the Cougar I'd painted the other night. Steve was downstairs,
fixing some pancakes. And Lisa was on her knees in the bathtub, washing
my ass.

She'd insisted on it, as soon as we were out of bed, lowering her
face and blushing like someone had turned a switch. Or maybe she'd
been like that in bed with Steve and I too, it was hard to tell since
sex was sort of different from whatever we were doing in the bathroom.
I guess that was sex too, except it wasn't. I had a lot to learn.

"I hope you're not mad at me." Lisa sounded like a little girl
and our roles were back to normal, which means they were anything but
normal. She was kissing my wet skin, running her hands up and down my
legs as hot water streamed over us.

"I...I'm not mad...ohhh...." I could barely speak and I braced
myself against the tiled wall, pressing my palms flat as Lisa used her
mouth on my anus, cleaning me with her tongue.

It had shocked me at first; I mean the way she'd just slipped into
being like my personal slave or something. That went a little further
than we'd gone at school, but just a little. The real surprise had
come when Lisa had turned me around, pushing my hips, urging me
politely to spread my legs as she knelt behind me. Then her mouth, her
tongue, licking and kissing, digging into my recently fucked ass. I
could feel my brother's cum inside me, feeling greasy, like I'd
just had a serious lube job, and now Miss Haven was working it out of
me.

"You can do whatever you want with me, Miss Russet...You and
Steve..." She was whispering between kisses. "...I want you
to..." She used her finger, slipping it into my butt, twisting it
slightly and making my knees weak. "...what do you want me to do?"

I didn't know what I wanted her to do. I wanted her to keep doing
what she was doing, I wanted her to do more, I wanted her to make me
cum...I was shivering, despite the warmth of the shower and all I could
do was stand there, pushing my ass back on her finger and then her
tongue as Lisa went back to work with her eager mouth, sucking and
licking and kissing me as she swallowed my brother's dirty sperm.

We were a long time in the shower and after Lisa had made me cum she
washed me all over, even my hair, which felt really weird. Steve used
to wash my hair, when I was really little. He'd give me baths and
wash me and dry me and take me to bed, tucking me in with a bedtime
story. He was my mom when I didn't have one, when I was just a little
girl and Daddy was working. And now his wife, or soon-to-be wife was
doing the same things and the comparison, the strangeness of the
situation, was exciting and frightening all at once.

"I want you to be my friend." I told Lisa as she was drying me off,
answering the question she'd asked some ten minutes before. "You
don't have to call me Miss Russet anymore, or do anything, okay?"

She was looking down, but not at me. Miss Haven refused to meet my eyes
and she looked a little unhappy, I thought, or at least not happy. I
liked playing our game at school, I'd liked it a lot, but I wasn't
sure I was going to like it all the time and I wanted to find a way to
tell her that, but I couldn't. I had a girl already who was like
that, sorta, Jane was willing to do anything I wanted. But not as a
slave or a servant or whatever, and that was better for me. Jane was my
friend, my girlfriend, and I didn't know what Lisa was. She was
getting married to my brother.

This was sorta like catching a football. Like how I wasn't really
good at it because when the ball was in the air I was thinking too much
about catching it. I was thinking too much about what I was doing with
Miss Haven, and not just her but everyone. That was why I never got
anything sorted out, why I was always dropping the ball, so to speak,
and getting frustrated. I was dropping it right then, with Lisa, that
was for sure. I was thinking too much and saying things she didn't
want to hear, and maybe didn't even understand, I don't know. But I
couldn't change that about me, could I? I didn't know how, although
I'd made up my mind about Brian. That had been a catch, I figured, a
nice gain for some decent yardage, but it had taken some pain to get
there too.

I was thinking all that while Miss Haven stood there, so close to me
that her nipples were grazing my skin. She wanted to call me Miss
Russet, like I was her little 14 year old Mistress, and be told, even
forced to do things for me. She wanted to see me with Steve, and let
Steve watch us. It was her fantasy, her desire, and I didn't
understand it, but maybe I didn't need to either. I was trying too
hard when all I had to do was relax and have fun and play the game.

I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. It hadn't taken me long
to think, just a few seconds probably, and I was deciding, the way I
always did, on the spur of the moment. I'd worry later, I knew, and
wonder if I was doing the right thing, but more and more it seemed to
me like there wasn't any right thing. There was the stuff you did,
and that's all. Sometimes you liked it, sometimes you didn't, but
usually you looked back and it didn't seem like you had much choice
anyway.

"Come on." I told her and my voice was a little different. A little
stronger.

I peeked out of the bathroom, since I was naked as a jaybird. That
didn't bother me a whole lot, but Lisa was naked too, and I didn't
think we needed to embarrass Daddy. There was nobody upstairs though,
so I led her to my room, closing the door behind us. Miss Haven
hadn't said anything, not even to ask what we were doing, and I sorta
wished she would.

I went to my dresser, digging through my underwear and socks until I
found what I was looking for.

"Do you want to serve me, Lisa?" I asked her, thinking it sounded a
little dramatic. "Do whatever I want, whenever I want?" I was still
a few feet away and she glanced up at me, not frightened or anything,
but maybe nervous.

"Yes, Miss Russet." She nodded.

I licked my lips and my heart was thumping. She was either gonna think
I was crazy, or silly, or...Or she was really going to like this a lot.
It was kinda interesting; I mean if it had been someone else instead of
me standing there. But it wasn't someone else and I was nervous.

"Get on your knees then." I told her. "I want you to wear this
when we're together, okay?" I held up that leather collar I'd
bought when I'd gotten my nipples pierced. That seemed like a long
time ago now and the little flash of memory made my nipples throb.

Lisa looked up and swallowed and her cheeks turned bright red as she
realized it was a dog collar. "Yes, Miss Russet." Her voice was
soft with a little quiver in it and that made me happy inside for some
reason I didn't understand. In fact the whole thing was filling me
with warmth, the way she was so beautiful kneeling there, the way she
blushed, and looked so small even though she was 10 years older than I
was.

"When you wear this," I told her, putting it around her delicate
neck and buckling it carefully into place, "that's when you have to
serve me and call me Miss Russet. The rest of the time, when you
don't wear it, we're just friends, okay? You call me Ann, that's
all, okay? That's the rules now."

"Yes, Miss Russet." She was smiling, fingering the stiff black
leather that fit her well, not too tight or too loose, but perfect.
"May I..." she looked at me and waited, but she was shy.

"What?" I finally asked.

"May I wear it all the time?" Her face was eager and her eyes were
shining and it was obvious she meant it.

I groaned inwardly, thinking this wasn't exactly what I'd planned
on. But like my daddy always says, anytime you get another person
involved, plans change. Miss Haven was trying to change mine already,
but maybe that was just the moment too. Like she'd come down a little
as she got more used to it and realize she couldn't be my slave all
the time. She wasn't mine anyway, really, how could she be if she was
marrying Steve? I had no idea what he was thinking, or what he'd
think about the new collar rule I'd just invented. I needed some time
to talk to him, a lot more than we'd had that morning.

"It's your collar." I shrugged. "You can wear it whenever you
want. But if I see it on your neck I'm gonna use it." I was trying
to scare her maybe, although I doubted I could really scare anyone much
older than myself. I wasn't exactly sure what that meant either,
using her collar or whatever, but it had sounded kinda cool and I was
happy to see Miss Haven's eyes go wide.

"Y-Yes, Miss Russet." She whispered and I guess she was probably
imagining all sorts of wicked things. And to tell the truth, so was I.

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The end of chapter nineteen
rache696@yahoo.com

Note: Hi, I just wanted to say something real quick here. This is a
return after what? More than a month away from the story, so it was fun
and a little strange, because I had to go back and reread a lot. I want
to start wrapping this up a little, find an ending somewhere in the
future. That was easily done with Brian, but Miss Haven...She has a
mind of her own and is making my life difficult. I thought I had the
answer, a plan to give Lisa and Steve a happy ending, but anytime you
involve another person...

Thanks for reading, and thanks for your patience and your feedback. It
means a lot to me. Best always, rache

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