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Author's Note:

I'm sure nobody ever reads these, so I'll make it brief and to the
point.

Firstly, the story is set in England somewhere in the decade around
1980. That means there are no mobile phones or personal computers. It
also means many readers will be a bit confused about the school system,
even the English, because it has since changed.

English schools are divided into Primary and Secondary. First-year
secondary pupils are (around) 12 and fifth-year pupils are (around) 16.
Fifth-year pupils take their O-Level exams. Hollie's brother Brian is a
fifth-year pupil. The next two years are called Sixth-Form, and
individually Lower-Sixth and Upper-Sixth. Upper-sixth form pupils take
their A-Level exams. Sixth-form pupils generally have more freedom -
their own common-room, a relaxed dress-code, that sort of thing. Hollie
is in the lower-sixth.

The age of consent is 16, and alcohol can be drunk from 18.

There are some mildly supernatural events and effects which revolve
around the figure of Rachael, not the least of which being that she
tends to appear on cue. There is a reason for this, but since it will
only be revealed very late in the story, just rest assured I'm not
cheating.



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The Legal Stuff



This is fiction and fantasy. The Author does not condone or advise many
of the activities described herein, some of which may be rightfully
illegal, others just a bad idea.

You are free to copy, distribute and modify this work with the single
restriction that if you distribute a modified version, you must remove
all references to the original author.



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Monday



Hollie Conway was having a bad day. It had started with losing the daily
race to the bathroom. It was extraordinary how long a sixteen year old
boy could spend in the bathroom each morning. Hollie couldn't understand
what he was doing in there; he had no makeup to put on and no beard to
shave. Nevertheless she had waited on the draughty landing as the
minutes passed, banging on the door at intervals and making plans to
make him wait even longer tomorrow. By the time he had finished she
barely had time to take a hasty shower in tepid water, and then grab a
slice of toast and a gulp of tea before racing out of the door.



As it turned out, she need not have bothered. The bus had broken down or
something. When the next bus arrived it was full. Hollie stood in the
freezing wind and drizzling rain, her hands jammed into the pockets of
her coat. By the time the third bus arrived her hair was sodden and it
would dry frizzly. She had to stand up the whole way to school. By the
time she got in, registration was almost over and everyone laughed when
they saw her. Well, smiled anyway. She took a minute out before her
first lesson to brush her hair out. The face that looked back at her in
the mirror was as pale as a corpse with red-rimmed eyes and about as
pretty. There was no time for any makeup, and anyway she would need so
much that she would get in trouble. The school let sixth-formers get
away with a little eyeshadow and blusher, but not the sort of major
foundation work that was needed today.



Sean Clayton muttered a good morning as she sat next to him. They had
been sitting next to each other in History lessons for six months and
said nothing apart from hello and goodbye in all that time. Hollie got
the impression that Sean was as awkward with girls as she was with boys.
He was not bad looking, she reflected, and he was not horribly macho
like so many of them were. But how do a terminally shy girl and a
terminally shy boy actually get together? It was impossible. Sitting
next to him had been the bravest thing she had ever done, and what had
it brought her? Just confirmation three times a week that she was doomed
to end up a lonely spinster.



There was a burst of laughter as she entered the common room.

"Hey, Hollie," said Maxine Breton, sharing the joke. "What's the worst
thing about oral sex?"

If she had been given warning of the question, Hollie might have been
able to cover her ignorance; she had had plenty of practice over the
last few years. She might have said the taste, or having to repair your
lipstick or something, and they might have looked at her a bit odd, but
accepted the reply as unusual but valid. As it was, her mind froze. She
couldn't work out what might in fact be the worst thing about an
activity she had only ever heard about in the most vague terms, and she
had no idea what they had been talking about, which might have given her
a clue. She should have answered "No idea" in a confident tone, but all
that came out was a strangled "erm.." followed by a few more, and the
deepest blush she had ever felt; even her hands and feet felt hot. They
all started to laugh. She couldn't blame them; she must have looked like
a moron. Eventually, after what seemed like years, she had enough
control to turn and run back the way she had come. She was shut in a
toilet stall crying her eyes out when Maxine came to find her.

"You OK Hollie?"

"Go away."

"Look, we were only having a joke, we didn't mean anything by it. It's a
joke right? What's the worst thing about oral sex? The View. OK? Just a
stupid joke."

"Go away."

"It's not like you to run off in tears Hollie. Is something the matter?"

"Go away."

"If you need someone to talk to..."

"No. Fuck Off. Go Away."

"You going to be OK?"

Like she would ever be OK. Hollie bit back her retort. "Just leave me
alone. Please."

Maxine hesitated, and then Hollie heard her cross the room and heard the
door open and close. "How can I talk to anyone?" she muttered, "when we
don't even talk the same language. It's always fucking sex." She pushed
the door open and crossed to survey the damage in the mirror. "Fucking
boys and fucking sex. God! I wish I knew all about sex. I wish I'd done
everything."

"You're not going to wait until you're married then?"

Hollie looked up into the mirror. A youngish teacher stood in the
doorway to one of the cubicles, a friendly smile on her face.

"God no," she retorted with feeling, rather embarrassed that the woman
had heard her crying and telling her friend to fuck off.

"It is a bit old fashioned isn't it," the woman agreed, "and so little
chance to enjoy your god-given gifts."

Holly turned and regarded the woman, noticing the fish knitted into her
sweater. "Are you some sort of a Christian?"

"Some sort," the woman laughed. "Why? Does it bother you?"

"No, not at all, so long as you don't drag me to church or something."

"I'll let you into a secret." She lowered her voice to a theatrical
whisper. "He really doesn't care if you don't go to church."

Hollie laughed.

"That's better." She pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket, wet it
under the tap and dabbed at Hollie's tear-stained face. "None of your
friends have done much more than you, you know. They're pretty much
going by a few fumbles and a lot of guesswork."

Hollie sighed. "And I still can't keep up with them. Kinda shows how
little I know. Sex scares me rigid right now. That's the whole point; it
shouldn't, and I don't want it to."

"Stuff you haven't done is always scary."

"It's tearing me apart. Every time anyone even mentions sex I'm like a
rabbit staring into the headlights of an oncoming lorry. I know I should
move, but I can't. I'm so scared something will go wrong and everyone
will laugh at me."

"You're a beautiful, intelligent young woman, Hollie. When you snuggle
up with a boyfriend for the first time, I guarantee he wont be laughing,
no matter how clumsy you are."

"Me. Boyfriend. Fat chance. They'll have to ask me out first, and I'll
have to say yes. If I don't run a mile, he'll take one look at my
terrified face and he'll do the running."

"We have to make an effort, Hollie. We have to face our fear sometimes,
grit our teeth and do it even if we are terrified. If the rewards are
great enough, then they are worth facing the fear."

Hollie shrugged expansively. "But are they? What is a boyfriend? A way
to go out without paying? A quick fumble on the back-seat of the bus? Or
going the whole way and getting a reputation as a scrubber? How many
boys do I have to go out with before I know everything there is to know?
I think they know about as much about sex as I do."

"Most people start slowly. They don't try everything at once. Don't you
want a steady boyfriend like your friends, a bit of fun in the back seat
of a car, and the chance to learn and do more as you get older?"

Hollie considered for a long moment. "I suppose I'd settle for that. I
mean that's what I sort of expect to happen, and anything is better than
what I've got at the moment, but it isn't what I really want. I mean,
OK, I know that I should find a nice guy and start to do this stuff.
Then settle down and have his babies. But it isn't what I really want."

"It isn't what you really want today."

"Today, tomorrow, and for as long as I can remember. Back ages ago I was
reading Mom's magazine, and some woman had got married for the second
time at the age of seventy. She said that she'd had oral sex for the
first time and it was fantastic. It was just a throwaway line, but it
really shook me. I didn't know what oral sex was then, I mean I've only
got the vaguest idea now, but I had no idea then, but it seemed so sad
that she went all the way through her life and missed out on something
she would have enjoyed so much. And her life was the sort of life I'd
like to have; she met her husband when she was twenty, lost her
virginity to him and brought up four children. It was an idyllic life
until her husband died of a heart attack or something. If he had lived
longer it would have been perfect, and she would never have found out
about oral sex. So I decided then that I would find out all about sex
before I got married. It isn't quite so perfect; I don't get to lose my
virginity to the man I spend the rest of my life with, but it's better
than the alternative."

"You can do that slowly you know; get a boyfriend now, get a notch or
two on your bed-post, play the field over the next few years as you gain
experience."

"Some chance. At this rate I'll die a virgin so it doesn't really matter
what I wish for. But do I really have to throw away my dreams just to be
happy?"

The teacher shook her head emphatically. "You need to know what you
want, and then go out and get it."

"Well then, that's what I want. Everything, as soon as possible."

The woman shrugged. "Everything is a pretty large field. There's stuff
out there that most people balk at: playing with piss and shit,
necrophilia, bestiality, sadism, child abuse, rape, getting pregnant?"

Hollie nodded slowly. "I'm kind of young to get pregnant; I'll do that
at some point anyway; I'm in no hurry. Other than that, I can't put any
limits on, because I don't know what I might like. I mean when I first
found out what oral sex was it turned my stomach, and yet that woman
really enjoyed it. I'm not the bravest of people and if I have a chance
to run away then I might miss something I would like." Her brow
furrowed. "I suppose when it gets difficult is when it could hurt other
people or have a permanent effect on me. I mean some of that stuff is
illegal and it would ruin my whole life if I got caught, and I don't
think I should hurt a kid just to learn, but I'd like to know what makes
someone do that. I suppose I'd be satisfied to understand that sort of
stuff, and to have the chance to do it."

"You don't get a chance to choose to be raped."

"It isn't really rape then, is it. But I think I want to have
experienced it once even so. Just so long as I didn't get seriously
injured or pregnant and I wasn't a virgin. Does that make me brave or
stupid? I mean rape destroys people's lives."

The teacher shrugged, "whatever floats your boat. Some women enjoy that
sort of roleplay, and wouldn't report a rape if it met your criteria."

"So then. The answer is yes."

"And the conditions? Say it all and get it in the open."

Holly bit her lip and paused for a second or two to get her thoughts in
order. "I want to experience everything there is to experience in sex at
least once, with the chance to back out if it's reasonable but only once
I've truly understood it, so long as no one gets damaged and so long as
I don't get pregnant."

The woman looked into her eyes for a long moment. Hollie felt that she
was staring into her soul. "If you're serious, I think you should make a
start; do something to commit yourself. This lunchtime go down to the
Clinic on Doverfield Road and get yourself on the pill."

"Don't I need an appointment or something?"

"Nope. Just turn up." She finished dabbing at Hollie's eyes. "There now.
All better. Ready to greet a wild new world and time for me to go."

"Thanks, Miss..."

"Call me Rachael, that's close enough, and it is my pleasure to help."

She turned toward the door. "There's nothing wrong with your eyes." As
the door closed behind her she poked her head back in and added
"remember that," and winked. Then she was gone.

Hollie turned back to the mirror. The face that looked back at her
seemed more radiant than it ever had. There were certainly no signs of
any tears.



It felt wrong to be leaving school at lunch-time, although she knew it
wasn't. Plenty of pupils went to the chip shop instead of the cafeteria.
I'm just boring, she thought; never been out of school even when I was
allowed to. I can't imagine what it must be like to truant. Doverfield
Road was a ten minute walk from the school. The clinic was a modern
red-brick, steel and glass building. Hollie wandered in with some
trepidation. There was nobody on the front desk, but a small sign
pointed the way to the "Sexual Health and Family Planning Consultancy."
The room at the end of the corridor had ranks of chairs on which half a
dozen people sat, and a desk. Hollie went up to the desk and pressed the
door-bell button with the sign saying "Ring For Attention." She waited,
her heart hammering in her chest. Eventually a nurse arrived, asked her
name, address and doctor's name and then told her to sit down and wait.



Half an hour later she was still there. One by one the other people had
been called and been replaced by new arrivals. It had been an agonising
wait; wherever she looked there were posters about condoms, lubricants,
abortion and rape counseling, yet watching the people and imagining why
they might be there was worse. Eventually she settled with her head
firmly down, her attention firmly on her toes. Finally the nurse called
"Hollie Conway." Blushing furiously, Hollie stood and made her way to
the consulting room.

There was an old man behind the desk. Hollie momentarily froze in the
doorway, then forced herself to walk over to the chair and sit down,
crossing her arms and legs more to hide the way they were trembling than
because she felt insecure.

"Good afternoon Hollie. I am Doctor Jacobs." He took in her hesitation.
"I'm sorry; we don't have a female doctor during lunch-times. The nurse
will be present at all times, but if you would like to make an
appointment?" Hollie shook her head; the idea of leaving here without
achieving anything, and then having to come back again, maybe take time
off school, did not bear thinking about. Doctor Jacobs smiled and nodded
understandingly. "OK then, firstly I would like to take some details."
He asked for her name and address again, and her doctor's name, which he
checked against a list. Then the questions became more personal - her
date of birth, childhood diseases, boyfriends, sexual history. At least
that did not take long to relate. "Playing doctors when I was nine"
probably did not count, but Doctor Jacobs then asked how often she
masturbated.

By this time Hollie had relaxed enough to at least control her
stammering. "Once, maybe twice a week," she admitted.

Doctor Jacobs nodded, seemingly unsurprised, and made a note of the fact
before placing his pen carefully down on the desk and turning his full
attention on her. "And what can we do for you today, Hollie?"

Hollie forced herself to speak. "I want to go on the pill."

"I see. Pardon me, but there are several reasons you might want the
pill. Do I assume this is for contraceptive purposes?" Hollie nodded.
"You realise that the pill will not be effective for a few weeks after
you start taking it. It will not help if you have had sex last night, or
even next weekend." Hollie nodded. She had not known that, but it was
not going to be a problem. "Sorry, but some girls ask for the pill
because they are too embarrassed to ask for the morning-after pill. You
are not currently sexually active, no boyfriends, I had to ask."

Hollie nodded again. "It's just... I want to be prepared."

"An excellent and responsible attitude. I wish more young ladies thought
that way. Now because we are prescribing to you, we will need to let
your doctor know so it can go on your medical record. You are over
sixteen so there is no reason for him to tell your parents. Is that OK?"
Hollie nodded and the doctor went on to ask various more detailed
questions, and to tell her about the pill in detail. Then he went to a
cupboard and fetched a cardboard packet which he gave to her before
showing her how each pill was labeled with a day of the week so she
would never get confused about whether she had taken it or not. He even
had her take today's pill then and there. Hollie left the clinic walking
on air; she was on the pill! She did not even care that she was five
minutes late for registration again. She did not even care that her
mother asked her to do the laundry that night. In fact she was so blase
she did two loads, one after the other, and even a little ironing. Every
so often a little thrill ran through her; she was on the pill!



Tuesday



The next morning she jumped out of bed as soon as the alarm clock went
off and found herself shaking with excitement as she extracted the
packet from its hiding place behind the encyclopedia and took her second
pill. She slipped her dressing gown on and skipped to the bathroom.
Brian's alarm clock was still ringing. She closed and locked the door
before slipping off her nightdress, and was about to drop it into the
laundry basket when something made her stop. The basket was almost
empty, which it should be, she'd emptied it yesterday, but lying on top
was a pair of purple knickers. She could have sworn that she had worn
white knickers yesterday and the purple ones the day before; so the
purple ones should have been drying in the utility room, and yet here
they were on top of the clothes she had dumped only a few hours ago. I
must be going crazy, she thought, dumping the latest laundry on top. She
shook her head and started the shower. As she stepped under the warm
water Brian jiggled the door handle.

"Too late! I'm in here," she called. Muttered swearing came from the
other side of the door. Life was good. She soaped up her hands and ran
them over her stomach and chest. Her breasts felt sensitive this
morning; the doctor had said they might. The shower drumming on her
nipples sent sparks to her fanny. Her poor virgin fanny that would not
be virgin much longer. Some guy was going to ram his cock into her fanny
very soon. She ran a soapy finger between her virgin fanny lips. "We'd
better make sure you are nice and clean. It might be today," she
whispered. "It might be today that some guy slams his cock into you."
She pushed a stiff finger inside. "Just like that; hard and fast." She
was primed this morning; it wasn't going to take long. She was using two
hands now, mashing her clitoris hard with one and pounding into her
vagina with the other. The door rattled again.

"What are you doing in there?" Brian demanded. "I'll be late."

Hollie turned towards the door, spread her knees, poked her tongue out
and wanked her cunt at her brother, just beyond the door. If he knew
what she was doing now! She imagined the door not being locked, Brian
walking in. The look on his face, the bulge in his pajamas. She stumbled
and nearly fell, crazily trying to both keep on her feet and keep from
crying out as her whole body exploded.

"Are you OK?" Brian asked, a note of unexpected brotherly concern in his
voice.

Hollie found herself on her knees. "Yeah," she replied, her voice
breaking. She coughed and tried again, "yeah, I'm fine. I just slipped,"
while wanking my cunt at you. "I'll just be a couple of minutes." Maybe
she shouldn't try that trick again in a hurry, she mused, quickly
shampooing her hair, but shit it was hot. Maybe she could find a way to
wank herself off when he was nearby again. She could sit next to him,
put something over her lap and wank under it. That would be even hotter.
It would not just work with Brian, she realised; wanking in a public
place would be even better. Maybe the bus... or in school...



She found that the bus would require preparation. She could hide her
hand under her schoolbag, but she could not get it under her skirt, and
her arm was still visible. Maybe she could get a long and heavy coat,
then sit against the window and pull one arm back up the sleeve. That
should work, unless someone noticed that her sleeve was empty, but there
was not much chance of that. That day at school she found herself
looking for places she could wank herself off without anyone knowing.
There was the toilets of course, but that was cliche, and she'd be
hiding it from girls; it made her feel like a lesbian. Under a desk in
class was an old rumor, but as soon as she considered it she could see
it was totally unworkable; everyone would see what she was doing. There
were some hedges and shrubs in the grounds that showed promise, but
wandering behind them she'd be in plain sight; someone might follow her
to see what she was doing. There were cupboards here and there in
school, but they were invariably kept locked, and how could she open
the door, walk inside and close the door without anyone wondering what
she was doing? When school finished at four o'clock she tried the
toilets, but only gave her cunt a couple of rubs before giving up. It
was not dangerous enough, or exciting enough. By the time she got to the
bus stop the bus had gone; it would be another ten minutes or so before
the next. Rather than waiting in the cold she carried on walking. Of
course the bus arrived when she was between stops. She started to run,
but the next stop was two hundred yards away by the park gates, and the
bus did not stop. She was almost halfway home anyway, it seemed
pointless to catch the third bus.



The park gates, when she drew up to them, seemed different. The two
stone pillars seemed more solid than she remembered and the heavy
wrought iron gates had amazingly intricate details that she had never
noticed before. She stood looking at them for some time until she
noticed the trees behind them. It was a fair-sized copse, almost a wood,
in the middle of the park, but some trick of the light made them almost
shine. She could not work out what was happening. Maybe if she got
closer it would be obvious. The paths never went all the way up to the
trees, so she had to cross the damp grass for the last part of the
distance. The trees were large and loomed over her, their leaves a
brilliant green. Threading its way between them was a narrow path.
Hollie wondered how safe it would be to walk alone into the copse. There
were reports of men attacking women in this park, but that was at night
and the sun was still up. She started up the path, trying to make as
little noise as possible, so that she would surprise any attacker and
have a chance to escape. Her heart hammered in her chest. In the centre
of the copse there were tall rhododendron bushes, and between two of
them, kids had made a passageway. Hollie ducked her head and pushed her
way through. The clearing in the middle was maybe fifteen feet across.
Standing on her left was a man. The man had his penis in his hand. His
penis was hard.

"I'm sorry," they both said at once. The man fumbled at his trousers
trying to force the erect organ out of sight. Hollie backed quickly back
the way she had come, before stopping herself and returning to the
clearing. The man had succeeded in hiding his organ, and was zipping up
his fly. He was youngish, maybe early twenties, but quite overweight
with a moon face, and he was wearing a suit and tie. He was not
attractive, at least not to Hollie. She kept her eyes on him as she
circled to the right until she was directly opposite him.

"Hi," she said.

"Um, hi," he replied.

"I'm Hollie."

"Look I'm sorry. I didn't hear you. I expected to hear if anyone
came..."

"It's OK," she interrupted. "You've got just as much right to be here as
I have. I should have made more noise. I just didn't expect anyone..."
she trailed off.

"But you shouldn't have to see men with their... I mean you could report
me or something..." he trailed off in his turn.

"But I was coming here to do the same thing," she said, and realized
that it was true. She had expected to do it alone, maybe it would be
more exciting to do it with him watching.

"Well I better leave you to it then." He headed towards the path.

"No!" she said quickly. "Don't go."

He stopped in the opening between the bushes and turned toward her. "You
want me to stay?"

It was difficult for Hollie to speak her heart was hammering so hard.
"Er yeah, I mean there's room for both of us here." Trembling, she
reached under her skirt and loosened her knickers. They dropped to the
ground and she lifted them to her hand on one foot. "Please. Let's do
this." She stuffed the knickers into a blazer pocket, then she gritted
her teeth, raised her skirt and tucked it inside her belt. Her hands
fluttered about her thighs. It was almost impossible to resist covering
herself. No more than six feet away, the man's piggy eyes seemed to bore
right through her. He fixed his gaze on her pubis and licked his lips.
She could smell his sweat. She dipped her fingers into her snatch and
started to rub. The man stood uncertainly for a few seconds and them
unzipped his fly. He fished inside for his penis, took it in his fist
and started to jack it. It was bigger than Hollie expected, bigger than
she could imagine fitting inside her cunt, which she knew from
experience only just fitted her middle finger. It had a deep red colour
and a slit on the end that she supposed the sperm must come out of. It
was hard because of her. She trembled and rubbed faster, her fingers
making wet noises. The penis was closer now; she could see the shaft as
the man's hand moved up and down, and the red helmet-shaped end with a
sort of flared collar. It was so close that it brushed against her
skirt. She looked up at the man. His face was red.

"You're beautiful," he said and he lowered his head towards her and took
her shoulder. Before she could react his mouth was on hers and he was
kissing her. She struggled. She could feel his hand and his penis
pressed against her hip. Her cunt forgotten, she used both hands to push
him away but he held her tight, pressed against him as he hunched his
hips urgently and groaned into her mouth. Struggling to breath, Hollie
pushed him away as hard as she could. He released her then and she
collapsed to the ground. He stood over her panting and glassy-eyed. His
penis pointed straight at her like a gun. As she scrambled backwards in
the leaf-mold a perlescent drop formed at its tip.

"Stay away from me," she shouted, scrambling to her feet. She sidled
around the clearing and then ran through the bushes and back along the
path. The cool air prompted her to release the front of her skirt, but
she did not stop her headlong flight until she had left the copse,
crossed the grass, and finally reached the park gates. Fearfully she
looked behind her, but the man had not followed. She heaved a thankful
breath and started to cry.

"We must stop meeting like this." Rachael was standing at the bus-stop.
She put her arms around Hollie and held her until the sobbing stopped.
"Tell me about it."

"He, he, he kissed me."

Rachael laughed. "Hardly cause for hysterics. From the beginning I
think."

Haltingly and blushing, Hollie told the teacher what had happened.

"Poor man," Rachael said.

"What? He attacked me!"

"Hardly. He went a bit further than you intended, but he didn't rape you
or anything, did he?"

Hollie shook her head.

"And he could have done?"

Hollie remembered how tightly he had held her and nodded.

"And did you tell him to keep his distance?"

"Well no. I, I had enough difficulty telling him I wanted to do it
together. I didn't go into details. But he should have realised that I
only wanted us to, erm, masturbate ourselves."

"My dear, men who have any deep understanding of what women want, do not
go into the park alone to wank. You have to expect them to be a little,
shall we say, socially inept."

"So you're saying it's my fault."

"No, no more than it was his, and for the same reasons. This is all a
scary new game to you and when you're scared or horny you don't think
straight."

"Yeah, I get that."

"And next time?"

"Like there's going to be a next time," Hollie huffed.

Rachael lifted Hollie's chin with a finger and looked into her eyes.
"One little fright and the whole deal is off?"

"Well, no, not the whole deal."

"So, the next time?"

Hollie sighed. "The next time, I lay out the ground rules first."

Rachael nodded. "That's better. It's all about control; everyone
involved must be in control if they are to enjoy themselves - or to
willingly give it up, but that's an advanced lesson for another day. So
the next time, you agree what you want and the limits before you start,
right?"

"I didn't even get to see him orgasm," Hollie reflected.

Rachael sorted through her handbag and handed the girl a tissue. "Maybe
not as such, but you might want to wipe it off your skirt," she smiled.

Hollie looked down. "Ewww! Yeuch!" She started dabbing at the white
fluid.

"Now, now, dear. Semen is a perfectly natural bodily secretion,
perfectly harmless and damned sexy in the right context. Although I must
admit being humped by a stranger against your will is not really the
best context."

Hollie giggled.

"Wait till it dries and then brush it off. Your parents _will_ recognise
it."

"Yeah. That could be difficult to explain."

"You might be surprised." Rachael grinned. "Anyway I have some homework
for you. A friend of mine is looking for a baby-sitter for tonight. The
kids are good as gold; Keith is twelve and Patrice is thirteen. They do
what they are told and they go to bed on time. Can I tell her you'll be
there?"

Hollie wrinkled her brow in confusion. "How is baby-sitting homework?"

"Your work is not to start yelling and screaming, and just roll with it.
D'you think you can manage that?"

Hollie laughed. "So if the little tykes are beating hell out of each
other I get them to keep to two minute rounds?"

"They wont do that. Just take it easy and let it happen. OK? If you can
hack it, it pays eight pounds an hour, and it could be regular income."

"How long?"

"Seven to midnight OK?"

Hollie totted it up. "Forty pounds for one night?" She was impressed.

Rachael nodded. "They've got plenty of money, and a problem finding
sitters.

Hollie shrugged, "It's their money; if they want to spend it, I'm not
going to stop them."

"Wonderful. Here's the address. I'll let them know you'll be there at
seven." She handed over a business card. It was embossed and had gilded
edges. Hollie was even more impressed when she read the address. Rachael
took her arm. "Come on; I'll walk you home." Hollie was too glad of the
company to argue.



At ten to seven, Hollie stepped off the bus and made her way along
Shingle Lane, past a large sign that announced it to be private
property. There were tall hedges and Victorian lamp-posts with white
bulbs, rather than the yellow ones elsewhere. Every now and again she
passed gated driveways with house names or numbers on neat wooden
plaques. She peered past the gates as she passed, but there was no sign
of the houses, just well-tended bushes and flowerbeds. She was looking
for number nine, and had expected to find it almost as soon as she
started walking, but there was a huge distance between driveways, so
even though it was only the fifth house, it was five to seven when
Hollie reached the low white-painted wooden gate with a number 9 painted
on it. She leaned over and unlatched the gate, slipped through and then
made sure it latched again behind her. The driveway was lined with
rhododendron bushes that overhung rather and cast dark shadows that the
occasional lamp did little to dispel. She was walking in a gentle
curve, so it was not until she was right at the end of the drive that
she saw the house. It was, she decided a little small to be called a
mansion, but not by much. Parked in front of the pillared porch was a
real, silver Rolls-Royce. Hollie peered inside at the cream leather
seats and polished wood trim. Behind her she heard the front door open
and she turned, guiltily. A good-looking middle-aged woman stood smiling
in the doorway. Her auburn hair was a mass of curls in the sort of
perfect disarray that only the most expensive stylists were capable of,
and she wore an off-the shoulder ball-gown of the most exquisite
electric blue.

"Don't worry," she laughed, "we wouldn't have bought it if we didn't
want people to look. You must be Hollie."

"Hollie Conway M'am."

"None of that, my dear; call me June. You're right on time,

"I was expecting to be a bit earlier, but it was further from the
bus-stop than I thought."

"Oh that's fine; David is still fiddling around with his tie, so it will
be a while yet until we leave. Come on in and meet the children."

She held the door open and Hollie stepped into the paneled hallway. June
took her coat and hung it on a hook before showing Hollie through into
the living room. The two youngsters were sitting together on the sofa
watching television, but turned and smiled as June introduced Hollie to
them. Keith was still wearing his school uniform: white shirt, black
trousers. He had short fair hair and a cheeky smile. Patrice on the
other hand had changed into a red sweatshirt and a knee-length denim
skirt. Her dark hair was long and pulled back in a ponytail. She too
smiled, her eyes were more speculative, but she offered a pleasant
"hello". They seemed nice enough kids. June then gave Hollie a quick
tour of the house and was showing her a piece of paper with the
important phone numbers, when a large, handsome man in evening dress
hurried down the stairs.

"Hurry up, we'll be late."

"If you'd only get a tie with elastic on it, we'd never be late again,"
June retorted. "OK, Hollie, have a good evening. We'll see you before
midnight."

"You too." Hollie replied.

The front door shut behind them, and Hollie heard the doors of the
Rolls-Royce close, the engine start and then fade away as it went down
the drive. Hollie went through to the living room and settled in an
armchair.

"Would you like a cup of tea?" Patrice asked.

"Yes, please, if you're making one," Hollie replied.

Patrice rose from her seat with a jerk, and aimed a glare at her
brother. Did he just goose her? Hollie wondered. It certainly looked
that way. Patrice turned back and smiled, obviously not too bothered,
whatever had happened. "I fancy one myself. Milk? Sugar?"

"Yes please, two," Hollie replied. Patrice skipped out of the room.

"Are you going to be coming often?" Keith asked.

"That sort of depends if we get on tonight. Would you like me to?"

"It'd be nice if you would. It's a pain when we have to be good, and
we're pretty bad at it."

"Rachael said you were good as gold."

Keith laughed. "That's not what our last sitter said."

"What did she say?"

"I can't remember exactly; there were some big words. She thought we
were doing it on purpose, but really we just forget."

Hollie laughed. "Well, kids will be kids."

"I think that was the problem." Keith replied, laughing. "She sort of
wished we would be, or rather we would be what she thought of as kids. I
think we embarrassed her"

"What did you do?"

"Nothing," he said, in the manner of injured kids everywhere. He
relented. "Well lots of little things I suppose."

Patrice came back holding a tray with three mugs and offered it to
Hollie. As Hollie added the sugar, Keith sidled toward his sister and
flipped her skirt up at the back. His eyes opened wide and he collapsed
into helpless laughter. Patrice began giggling and Hollie made a quick
grab for the tray as the girl's giggles began the threaten to spill the
tea. She did not know quite how to react. In her experience boys grew
out of the puerile excitement of seeing a girl's knickers by the time
they left infant school. Even then the experience was not one to
engender helpless mirth in either party. Patrice was the first to
recover, and took back the tray. "Sorry about that," she apologised.
"Now bro; do you want to wear this tea or drink it?"

"That," gasped her brother between snorts of laughter, "that was one of
the things Mrs Crow, the last sitter, com,... complained about. I
thought it was hard to explain, and I... I would... show you what we
did... one of the things we did anyway. I.. should have said 'p, pink
with... hearts on' like I did then, but... Oh, show her Pat."

Patrice set the tray down on the coffee table. She turned away from
Hollie, bent over at the waist and lifted the back of her skirt. Her
knickers were properly conservative ones and they were indeed pink with
hearts on, but written across them in bold red felt-tip was "FUCK OFF
KEITH".

Hollie giggled in spite of being rather off-balance. Patrice obviously
did not overly mind her brother exposing her underwear, for all that the
message written on it said otherwise.

"Doesn't it embarrass you to have your brother do that?" she asked.

Patrice shrugged. "Why should it? It's nothing he's not seen before, and
it's only knickers."

"He is your brother."

"It's just a bit of fun. Where's the harm?"

Roll with it, Hollie. She shrugged. "Thanks for the tea."

"You're welcome." Pat collapsed onto the sofa beside her brother. Beside
him, Hollie noticed; not at the opposite end like she herself would with
Brian. Together they watched TV, and by the end of the first program,
Patrice was leaning against Keith, her head on his shoulder and his arm
around her. Hollie found herself constantly being drawn to them. It must
be nice to snuggle up like that. Why weren't she and Brian that close?
They got on as well as any brother and sister she knew, but they didn't
really touch each other at all. It was not until half an hour later that
Hollie realised that Patrice's eyes were no longer on the TV; she was
staring at her brother's lap. It was obvious what she was looking at,
since the material was tented up by two or three inches. As Hollie
watched, it twitched twice in quick succession. Patrice giggled. To
Holly's eyes it did not look like a little boy's penis; it looked almost
as big as the one in the park. The big fat one with the red helmet. She
felt her face flush then and hurriedly forced herself to watch the
television. Keith whispered something to his sister and she seemed to
stifle another giggle. He saw me, Holly thought, he saw me looking at
his cock. She flushed deeper. I need to tell them I'm alright with this,
she thought, although god knows I'm not really.

"Is that a banana in your pocket, Keith," she asked in the nearest she
could manage to a conversational tone, she thought it sounded rather
strangled, "or are you just pleased to see her?" The children laughed.

"No," Keith giggled, "but I do like feeling her nipple rubbing against
my arm."

His sister grabbed a cushion and swatted him with it in mock outrage. He
caught it and put it in his lap.

"Rules, rules, darling sister. No fighting when I've got a hard-on."

"Screw you," Patrice said with feeling and sat back, scowling at the TV
for a while. It was not long before she was again resting her head on
her brother's shoulder, although Hollie noticed that her breast was not
now pressing against him.

"What rules?" Hollie asked.

"Rachael's rules," Patrice replied, still facing the TV.

"Rachael's our councilor," Keith explained. "She says we've got to have
rules, or we'll go too far."

"Too fast," Patrice corrected him.

"Too far, too fast. So we made up the rules together. No touching naked,
nothing extended. That sort of thing."

Patrice lifted the corner of the cushion. "Looks extended to me."

Keith swatted her gently with the cushion and returned it to his lap.

"Rachel says there's this thing called tes-toste-rone poisoning."

"Makes a boy think with the brain between his legs, instead of the one
between his ears." Patrice added.

"Well there are two of them down there." Keith said.

"But very small," Patrice giggled.

Keith raised his eyes to the ceiling in resignation. "Girls get it too,
but Rachael says you can't tell as easily, and boys are expected to be
responsible anyway. So no fighting and stuff when the twin brains are in
control."

"Sounds like a science fiction film," Patrice said and lowered her voice
theatrically. "The Twin Brains of Evil." "Not that sex is evil of
course," she added.

"Just wildly out of control," Keith agreed. "And too much fun."

"And this is the sort of stuff you do that scares off sitters?" Hollie
asked.

"Pretty much." Keith agreed. "They have screaming fits and then tell Dad
and Mom, and Dad and Mom tell them it's perfectly natural, and they
say... What was it Mrs Godson said?"

Patrice put on a mock deep and serious tone. "Well it's unnatural to me.
And if you condone that sort of behaviour in your children you will scar
them for life and go to hell."

"So Dad told her to go to hell." Keith finished.

"He does a lot of that." Patrice said. "So they don't get to go out
often. They were over-joyed when Rachael told them she'd found a sitter
who wouldn't flip out."

So it was the same Rachael. What was a counselor doing at the school?
Maybe she'd been called in for something.

"Who is this Rachael?" Hollie asked.

"Our counselor. I thought you knew her?" Patrice answered.

"Well I do, but I only met her yesterday at school. I don't really know
anything about her. I mean she's nice enough, and I think she's taken me
on as a bit of a project. I'm not paying her or anything, but she's got
me doing stuff to help me."

"Dad pays her," said Keith, "but I don't think she wanted him to."

"I think she gives it to charity or something," Patrice said. "I heard
her say the orphans would be glad of it once."

"What sort of a counselor doesn't accept money?" Hollie wondered.

"A very good one," Keith said. "We were fighting like cats and dogs; at
it all the time until we couldn't stand the sight of one another, but
she's got us turned around and happy to be around each other, hasn't
she."

"Absolutely, darling brother." She squeezed his thigh just below the
cushion. "Her methods don't seem to be normal, I mean what counselor
tells kids to play sex games together? But it's working really well."

"How-about you, Hollie?" Keith asked. "What is she doing for you?"

"Keith," Patrice interjected, "she might not want you to know."

"Sorry," Keith said. "I wasn't thinking. Don't answer if you don't want
to."

Hollie bit her lip. "It's difficult... but you've been straight with me,
and I think I want to say." She hesitated. "It's about sex too. I feel
really bad that I don't know anything about sex. I'm like really shy,
and I've never had a boyfriend or anything."

"Wow," said Keith. "I wouldn't have guessed. I mean if you want a
boyfriend or anything..."

Hollie laughed. "Thanks, but not just now, OK? I think I'm working up to
that."

Patrice giggled. "That's those twin brains of evil doing the thinking
again. Sex with minors is probably an advanced lesson."

"Well I'd take a bath first, so she wouldn't get coal dust on her."

They all laughed.

"Right now, this is as far as I've got," Hollie admitted, "sitting for
you without 'flipping out'. I'm not sure I'm ready to go further at the
moment, especially stuff that might get me in trouble with the law. But
I'll keep you in mind, OK?"

Keith shrugged, smiling. "I can't say fairer than that."

Hollie bit her lip, "Keith,... out of interest... Like I say, I'm not
ready for anything, but... Part of what I'm learning is how people..."
She grimaced. "I'm not doing this well. Let me get my head together."
The teenagers nodded with slight smiles. "What I mean is you hear a lot
about how child abuse scars people for life and abusers are worse than
murderers. I just wondered, since we're in that territory anyway, and
I'm not asking something you hadn't thought of, how would you have felt
if I had said yes and dragged you upstairs?"

Keith started to laugh, then looked more serious. "The twin brains say
'hell yes', but I suppose it would depend on a lot of things. I mean if
you were to suddenly throw yourself at me and tear my clothes off, it
could get pretty scary. But if I got to know you first, and you went
slowly, I think I'd have a wild time. And even if you did jump on me
this instant, I don't think I'd be scarred for life."

"Well yes," Patrice said, "but you fancy her anyway. What if she was an
ugly old hag and made you do it every day and beat you if you refused?"

"Hmm" her brother replied, "I suppose you're right. And it would like
change everything too wouldn't it. I mean we are playing with the small
stuff for a reason, because the big stuff is... well, big. We made a
choice didn't we to go slow and do it together? If I went off with
Hollie and did all the big stuff where does that leave us? How-about you
sis? What if Hollie had a handsome brothern with big muscles and a great
arse?"

Patrice considered for a moment. "There's more to it than that. I mean a
girl's first time is a bigger thing, and you just want sex, there needs
to be more to it for me... but yeah, in the right setting, romantic and
caring, I'd enjoy it, even if it was only going to be once."

Keith made a face. "Now that would scar me for life. I mean a bit of
practical sex education I could handle, but full on romance and love
stuff, that _would_ be scary. But what about afterwards? Would you want
to go back to our games?"

Patrice shook her head. "It would change everything. I mean we could
still play games, but I don't think they would be the same games, and I
don't think I want to do that with you bro."

Keith shrugged and smiled. "Sorry Hollie. I'll have to turn you down.
Even if you  do have a hot brother for Pat."

Hollie nodded thoughtfully. "Well as a matter of fact, I do." She
grinned. "But I might keep him for myself. I suppose in another few
years you will be getting into dating and stuff?"

Patrice shrugged. "We're not going to be doing this forever. I love
Keith like crazy, but somewhere out there there's a cock with my name on
it."

"And where will you and Keith be then?"

Patrice glanced at her brother and grinned. "Comparing notes I expect."



Wednesday



Hollie jumped out of bed and took her pill. It was doing wonders for her
morning dash to the bathroom, she realised; she hadn't hit the snooze
button even once. She was halfway to the bathroom when Brian's door
opened and she made a run for it, shutting the door in his face with a
giggle. She looked down at the laundry basket as he exhorted her not to
be long. White knickers. White knickers where there should have been
blue ones. This time she was certain; they were the one's she'd taken
off in the park and put in her pocket. She'd only remembered them when
she was brushing off her skirt and clearly remembered going back to her
room and fetching them from her blazer pocket. Dark blue knickers. She
sifted the top few layers of laundry. No sign, just the white ones that
had disappeared the day before. She picked up the white ones and held
them to her nose. They did not smell of her; they smelt of someone else.
Someone male.

"Brian!" she shouted.

"What?" he replied from outside the door. "Be quick OK I'm desperate."

_Roll_with_it_. She remembered the kids from last night. What would
Patrice do? She thought of writing "Fuck Off Brian" on them, but that
wouldn't do; it wouldn't be a joke; he'd be worried, and Hollie realised
that she did not want him worried. Patrice would not want Keith worried.
She'd deal with it or tell him straight out, or... Or she would find it
quietly exciting.

"Hollie?" Brian called.

"Look, I won't be long OK? Use the downstairs loo and I'll be as quick
as I can. Promise." Brian huffed and she heard him leave.

She was quick too. It suddenly seemed childish to make him wait outside
the door while she took her time. She was out of the shower almost
before Brian knocked the door again, and only brushed her teeth before
grabbing her dressing-gown and a handful of make-up. She could do the
rest in her room.

She dried her hair and got dressed. On her way downstairs she peeked
into the bathroom. The blue knickers were back. She fetched them out and
held them to her nose. Brian, clearly this time. Trembling, she removed
the new pair she had just put on, and replaced them with the blue ones.



Hollie was momentarily shocked when the car pulled up beside her and was
just going into the look-straight-ahead-and-walk-quickly routine when
Rachael called to her.

"Come on; I'll give you a lift." She popped the passenger door open.

Hollie opened the door and got in. "Thanks."

"No problem." The car pulled away and Rachael grinned. "So how did it
go?"

"No problem." Hollie giggled. "A little weird, but nothing I couldn't
handle. They're nice kids... Rachael, are they going to end up having
sex with each other?"

"Did you ask them?"

"Well no. I don't think they knew themselves."

"They don't, and neither do I. Ultimately it will be their choice and
their business, wont it?"

"Yeah, I suppose."

"This isn't about them is it?"

"I think Brian, that's my brother, I think he's been stealing my
knickers. He takes them from the laundry basket each night and returns
them in the morning."

Rachael laughed. "That sounds like a healthy teenage boy."

"Does it mean that he... I mean I'm his sister."

"And Keith is Patrice's sister, right? As I said, I don't know where
they are going. Right now they are having a bit of fun and the rules -
they told you about the rules? - The rules keep it safe for both of them
while they get close to each other and learn about how to be adults.
They don't have to take it any further, and there is a good chance that
they wont. If they do, it will be a careful, considered and informed
choice for both of them. No one else gets a vote. As for you and Brian,
I'd say it was a case of supply and demand; a lot of demand, and not
much supply. If you got a pretty au-pair, I dare say your kickers
wouldn't get touched."

"So he doesn't want to... not me in particular."

"Well it's probably you he's fantasising about while he's wanking with
your knickers." Rachael said. "As to whether he'd ever want the fantasy
to become real, you'll have to ask him."

"I put them on again. The knickers he'd had. They smelt of him and I put
them back on."

"And do you want him to fuck you?"

"I'm scared," Hollie admitted.

"It's exciting as a fantasy, but scary in real life, right?" Hollie
nodded. "So it's probably the same for him."

"Patrice and Keith are so close. I'd like me and Brian to be like that
too, but we hardly ever talk, let alone touch each other. I mean just
touch, not like make out."

"And who's fault is that?"

"It's not just me," Hollie protested.

"But who's journey is this?"

"But..." Hollie grimaced. "I suppose. But what should I..."

Rachael cut her off. "I don't tell you what to do. Keith and Patrice are
young and need help working out the rules. You set your own. And neither
of us can make rules for your brother." She smiled across at Hollie.
"Keith and Patrice's rules wont work for you; you need to make your own.
Only you and Brian together can do that. You don't need to sit down and
work them out like they do. You can work them out a bit at a time as
events happen."

The car stopped at the curb and Hollie realised that they had reached
the school. "You're not coming in?"

"Not right now," Rachael replied. "But take this." She put a leaflet
into Hollie's hand.

Hollie climbed out of the car and waved as it pulled away before looking
at the leaflet. It was a timetable for the local cinema. Now what do I
want that for, she wondered.



She wandered into school and toward the common room. She was passing the
toilets when they caught her eye. The door seemed to glow. Hollie
stopped and looked at it. So far as she could see it was not giving out
light, so maybe glow was the wrong word, but it seemed more real than
the walls around it. Hollie thought back to the park gates, had it
really only been the day before? They had seemed to glow the same way,
and there had been a lesson there for her, even if it had ended badly.
She was not looking forward to the common room anyway, and there was
still time enough to give Brian a present, she thought. She opened the
door and walked in. The room was occupied. Two girls were embracing in
the far corner. The one with her back to her seemed older and had her
trousers open, the smaller one facing Hollie was wearing a skirt, but
her knickers were around one ankle. Both of their hands seemed to be
busy. As Hollie came in the smaller girl froze in mid kiss, her eyes
wide. Hollie made an effort not to appear shocked, as if this was a
perfectly normal occurrence and made to go into a cubicle. The younger
girl shot past her, pulling up her knickers as she went.

"Hey Julie!" called the other girl, "your skirt's in your knickers!" The
door slammed.

As Hollie shut the cubicle door, the other girl pushed it back open.

"Great timing there." It was Wendy something-or-other, a senior girl
that Hollie had never spoken to before. She had short cropped hair and a
stud in her nose. Not a pretty jeweled stud either, rather a large steel
thing. Her trousers were still open.

Hollie shrugged. "Sorry."

"Look, you're not going to tell anyone are you?"

"Why should I? It's your business."

"I don't care for me, everyone knows about me, I don't make a secret of
it, but Julie's got a boyfriend and she's on the swimming team."

"Could get tricky in the changing room."

The other girl nodded. "You've no idea. They would make her life hell."

"Like I said, it's none of my business... I was coming in here for a
wank myself; I'm not going to say anything to anyone."

Wendy smiled. "You're OK. Hollie isn't it?" Hollie nodded. "You're kind
of cute, Hollie. Do you want a hand with that?"

"I'm not a... not gay."

"But you're not a prude either. I like that; there's not many of your
type around. God knows I could have done with a few more of you a couple
of years ago." She brushed a strand of Hollie's hair into place.
"Julie's not gay either, nor are a lot of the girls I've dated. They're
bi or curious, out for a bit of adventure maybe." She took out a
cigarette, lit it with an impressive looking lighter, took a puff and
then offered it to Hollie. Hollie shook her head. Wendy nodded, dropped
the cigarette and ground it out with her foot. "Yeah, filthy habit. I
owe you Hollie, and I like to repay my debts. I'm not pressuring you;
say the word and I'm out of here."

"I'm..." But I'm here to learn, though Hollie. I can't run away every
time it gets scary. "What are you going to do?"

"Whatever you are comfortable with Hollie. I've fancied you all year.
Maybe kiss, maybe the wank you came in for. You don't have to do
anything if you don't want to, like I say, I owe you, but anything you
want to do would be great."

Wendy's hand caressed Hollie's cheek and drifted down to her neck.
Hollie caught it and placed it on left breast. "Just kissing and
fingers, OK? I don't think I could cope with..."

"No eating at the Y, huh?" Wendy laughed.

"And I don't think I could do anything."

Wendy drew Hollie to her. "No problem lover." She kissed her gently, her
hand brushing Hollie's nipple gently. "My gift to you." She put an arm
around Hollie's neck, pulled her close, pressing their breasts together
and kissed her again, more demanding this time. Hesitantly, Hollie
kissed her back. Wendy's breast-stroking hand wandered down Hollie's
flank onto her bum and kneaded it gently. Hollie felt Wendy's tongue
flicking at her lips. She trembled as she felt her skirt inching higher
up her thighs. She wrapped her arms around the other girl and opened her
lips slightly. She could feel her pussy dampening as she felt Wendy's
tongue flicking past her lips. As her skirt reached her waist and Wendy
kneaded the flesh of her bum, Hollie shuddered and her tongue chased
Wendy's back into the other girl's mouth. Wendy moaned and pulled her
tighter, hooking her knickers and pulling them downwards.

Hollie's hands caressed Wendy's back and drifted down until she had one
bum cheek in each hand. Cool air caressed her fanny and she felt Wendy's
fingers inching between her legs. "Oh God," she moaned as the fingers
reached her soggy crease.

Wendy chuckled, broke the kiss and whispered into her ear. "Are you
going to come for me, lover?"

"Oh God, yes" Hollie whispered back, her voice breaking. "Oh God, it
feels so good." She moved her hands upward and the down inside Wendy's
trousers.

"Oh yes, lover," Wendy murmured. "feel my arse. Feel the arse of the
girl that's got her hand in your cunt."

Hollie was almost delirious with pleasure. This was much better than
wanking herself. Millimetre by millimetre Hollie's fingers strayed
further down over the soft flesh and rough lace as her pelvis pumped
uncontrollably in time to Wendy's rhythm. More; she needed more. Down,
beyond the bum now, she explored the dark, moist, secret spaces between
Wendy's legs.

"I'm wet for you girl," Wendy murmured. "You make me so hot. Spill your
goo for me darling. Pump your cream over your lover's hand."

Hollie moaned pleadingly and pushed a few millimetre's further. Her
knickers were sodden; I did that, I made her wet. It was all Hollie
needed; every muscle in her body tightened and she let out a keening
whine that Wendy immediately covered with a renewed kiss, driving her
tongue hard into Hollie's mouth. Hollie's knees buckled and she hung on
the other girl's hand, pressing the fingers tight into her crease,
coming harder and harder. Desperately she pulled Wendy's head into
her's. Desperately she tugged the knickers aside and plunged her fingers
into Wendy's cunt. A bell rang; it seemed hilariously appropriate and
she started to giggle as she came down. Wendy eased her hand out when
Hollie could stand and Hollie did the same, rubbing her sticky fingers
together, embarrassed. Wendy raised her eyebrows, winked and sucked her
fingers clean. Hesitantly Hollie did the same. The taste was different
from her own juices, stronger, sweeter.

"I'm impressed, Hollie." Wendy said smiling, as she pulled up her
trousers and refastened them. "Any time you want a rematch on equal
terms, you know where to find me. And if you don't, them menfolk don't
know how lucky they are." She bent forward and kissed Hollie lightly on
the lips. "Take care, lover."

And she was gone.

Still high, her limbs still weak, Hollie fell back against the cubicle
wall. Slowly she came back to Earth and gathered herself together enough
to stumble out of the cubicle, pull up her knickers and check herself in
the mirror. She looked flushed and sweaty, but nothing a bit of cold
water wouldn't put right. As she rinsed her face the events of the
previous few minutes replayed themselves endlessly, triggering jolts of
remembered pleasure between her legs. And finally the bell ringing as if
it was part of her orgasm... Oh God; she was going to be late for
registration again.



History was her second lesson today,and by that time the echoes in her
cunt had become fewer and further between. Holly said hello to Sean and
got out her text-book and the cinema leaflet. She pushed it over onto
his half of the desk.

"What's this?" Sean asked.

"Cinema times," she explained. "I've marked the ones I want to see, but
it's awkward going by myself. I wondered... I mean if you're not..." She
bit her lip. "Ah hell. Sean, howabout we go to the cinema together this
Friday?"

Sean's face turned red and he opened and closed his mouth like a
goldfish. "Err. I mean... I'd..."

Hollie giggled. "And maybe something to eat afterwards?"

"Oh gosh, no. I mean I can't."

Hollie's stomach fell into her shoes. "Right, yeah, stupid of me. Forget
I said anything."

"Erm," he said again. "I'd love to go, but I just can't."

"Look," she said, studying some fascinating graffiti engraved into the
desk, "I understand. Just leave it."

"What about Monday?"

"What?" Hollie turned back to him, her mouth open.

"I can't do anything this weekend," Sean said earnestly. "I just can't;
we're going to my grandparent's. But Monday would be fine. I mean it's a
school night and stuff, so we'd have to be back earlier and stuff, but
the next weekend is another week away, and I'd really like to..." he
blushed deeper. "...go out with you, before I chicken out. Shit; I
shouldn't have said that, should I?"

"Probably not, but I know how you feel." Hollie laughed. She pulled the
leaflet back and wrote her telephone number on it. "In case we miss each
other. Give me a ring and we'll work out logistics. God; now I'm
sounding weird."

"No, not weird," he replied. "Good idea. You'd better have mine too."

The door opened and Mr Price came in so they each turned their attention
to their text-books, but shortly afterwards Sean passed her a bus ticket
with a phone number on it in blue biro. Hollie put it away carefully in
her purse.



That evening, Hollie did another load of laundry.

"You don't need to," her mother protested. "We're almost up-to-date."

"I want to, Mom," said Hollie.

"That's not like you," her mother said. "What's got into you?"

"I've got a date," Hollie replied in a stage whisper.

Her mother grinned. "Good for you." She pulled her daughter into a hug.
"Who is it? Anyone I know?"

"His name is Sean Clayton. He's in my History class. I've been sitting
next to him like all year."

"And he only just asked you out?"

"Well, actually I asked him."

Her mother laughed. "There you go; I didn't burn my bra in vain."

Hollie looked up in surprise. "You burnt your bra?"

Her mother giggled. "Well not in public, and it was an old one, but yes,
I did."

Hollie laughed. "Cool."

"What's that?" her father asked, wandering into the room.

"Hollie's got a date."

"Oh wonderful; now I've got to clean the shotgun," her father grumbled.
"Come here you." He hugged her.

"You don't have a shotgun, Dad" Hollie pointed out.

"No, so you'll have to be careful, right?"

"Dad!"

"Just saying. Dad's have to worry; it's in the contract."

"Well you don't have to. I'm seventeen years old; I can look after
myself."

"Old enough to say yes, young enough to regret it. Anyway, don't let me
scare you. You have fun."

"I will," Hollie said. I hope, she added to herself.



It was strange that she had never noticed it before, Hollie thought, yet
now she was sitting here on her bed waiting she knew exactly what would
happen. She always went upstairs, got undressed, put her knickers and
shirt and maybe other stuff in the laundry basket and then went to bed.
Then a few minutes later, Brian went to the bathroom. It didn't matter
if he went upstairs before her or after her; he always visited the
bathroom after she was in bed. Well tonight he was going to be
disappointed; there was only a shirt in the laundry basket. She was
still
wearing the knickers he was looking for. They were a little damp where
she was idly wanking while she waited, but she didn't think he would
mind.

On cue Brian's door opened and his footsteps came down the landing. The
bathroom door opened and closed. There was a brief pause and then water
started running. Another pause and it stopped. Again the door opened and
closed, more footsteps, Brian's door again. Silence.

Hollie smoothed down her winceyette nightie and stood up, trembling.
What if I'm wrong? What if he hasn't been taking my knickers? She
smoothed down her nightie again and started toward the door. It's not
too late; I can still forget about it and just go to bed. She opened the
door and made her way down the landing, treading quietly in her bare
feet. She knocked gently on the closed door. There was a confused "come
in" from inside. She took a deep breath and tried unsuccessfully to
relax away the trembling. She opened the door and walked in.

Brian was in bed. "Hi Sis, what's up?"

Hollie crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed, forced herself
to turn and look her brother in the face. "Nothing serious bro. I just
thought I'd pop in for a chat."

"A chat. In your nightie."

"Whatever, is that a problem?"

"It's a bit unprecedented isn't it?" Brian asked, raising his eyebrows
and looking concerned.

"We don't talk enough," Hollie said.

"What's to talk about?" He asked.

"That's just it. We're brother and sister. We should talk."

"About what?"

She opened her arms wide. "Anything. Everything. Current affairs; our
love lives; everything."

"Right. On half those subjects I have no opinion, and the other half
I've got no subject matter. I mean that's just it, we only don't talk
because there isn't anything to talk about."

"Brian!" she said, exasperated. "It's like we live in different houses."

"With one bathroom." He grinned.

"Right. The bathroom is the only place we meet and then all we do is
argue. We've been arguing since we were little. I don't want to argue
any more. I want a brother I can hug and tell secrets and stuff."

"What's brought this on all of a sudden?"

"It's not sudden; I just haven't mentioned it before. Lots of little
things. It's like... You know I was babysitting last night?" Brian
nodded. "Well the kids, Patrice and Keith, they were really close. I
mean they sat on the sofa side by side. You and I would be one each end
but they sat side-by-side. She even put her head on his shoulder. It
made me realise what I was missing."

He pulled his hand out from under the covers and put it over hers. "I
think we got stuck in the adolescent boys-hate-girls thing. I'd love for
you to put your head on my shoulder Hollie."

She turned her hand over and held his. "That'd be great Brian, thanks;
you're a wonderful brother."

"Well I'll try. I'm still not sure about the current affairs stuff."

Hollie giggled. "Make something up." She looked down at their hands,
lifted his up and down a few times and squeezed it. "Erm..."

"Hmm?" he replied.

"Brian, there's something else," she admitted, "but I don't want to ruin
everything."

"Now you're worrying me."

"I don't want to," she blurted. "I've got to say it now, that's all, or
it might be too late, and I might have lost the chance. So I've got to
come out with it now."

"So? Spit it out."

"The trouble is, it's going to sound like I'm accusing you, and I don't
want to do that. I just want to get it out in the open and tell you that
I don't want you to stop."

"Stop what?"

"It turns me on as well, you know."

"Huh?"

"I was a bit confused at first and, I will admit, a bit horrified. But
then I realised that it turned me on. So it's OK right?"

"Look Hollie, I don't have the faintest idea..."

Hollie giggled. "Brian, I'm telling you that I know you've been taking
my knickers, and I like it."

Brian groaned and his face fell. "I'm so sorry Hollie, I never meant...
I mean... This isn't the conversation I was expecting."

"Yeah, I get that."

"So you don't mind me taking your knickers?"

Hollie grinned. "I don't mind you taking them, and I don't mind you
wanking with them. I think it's kind of hot in a sort of sick way. Does
that make sense?"

"I guess," he replied. "I suppose that's the same way I feel, why I do
it. It feels dirty. I mean, that's the wrong word, you're not dirty,
but..."

"I know what you mean, Brian. That's what I'm feeling too."

"But if you don't mind, why are you here, scaring the life out of me?"

"Because I think turn about is fair play. If you can wank off at me,
then I can wank off at you."

Brian shrugged. "Sure."

"I'm not about to jump into bed with you and... you know. I don't want
to do that. Not with you."

"Right, yeah. Absolutely. I want to do that with a girlfriend, not my
sister."

"But little childish games, dirty games. I think that could be hot."

"What sort of games?" he asked cautiously.

"The sort you don't play with a boyfriend; the sort we're playing
already: stealing knickers to wank with. Maybe we could accidentally
leave
a door open while we got changed."

He nodded. "I could go with that."

"I don't want to sound like I've got it all planed out, I haven't. I
don't know what is going to happen, but I thought up some rules that we
could use and see if they work."

"OK..."

"The whole thing is we are sneaking right? One of us is sneaking around
doing something nasty that the other person doesn't know about. I mean,
we might know really, but the the game is that we don't. So we don't
acknowledge one another."

Brian nodded.

"Secondly, either of us can stop at any time, either one game or the
whole thing, no questions asked."

"I'm lucky you are willing to try. I'm not going to complain if you want
to stop and I don't want to creep you out."

"Thirdly, no humiliation and nothing anyone else might notice. So I
don't go to school with your cum in my hair, and you don't go to school
with a used tampon in your pocket."

"Yeuch. Got that."

"What do you think?" she asked.

"I think you're missing one: no touching. That's too easy and it's the
sort of thing girlfriends are for anyway."

"Right." She nodded. "So you'll do it?"

"I'm game if you are."

"The other thing," she cast her gaze around his room and wrinkled her
nose. "It's like a pig sty in here. I think you should at least put your
old pants in the laundry say at least twice a week. I can't even tell
which one's you were wearing today."

Brian made a strangled noise. "Fuck, Hollie. You're really going to do
this aren't you."

"Damned straight I am. It isn't fair that you don't get to enjoy the
thought of me wanking with your underpants like I get when you do it
with mine. So I'm going to make the ultimate sacrifice and have a bone
shaking cum while using your pants to help me imagine you shagging my
arse off. And just so you don't have to wait any longer than necessary,
I'll even run back to my room to do it."

Brian laughed. "Turn about is fair play huh? They're the ones on that
heap there. And I'll try to remember to keep you supplied. Shit this is
mad."

"See that you do, or you you might find that I start forgetting too."
She stood up, reached under her nightie, careful not to give him a cheap
shot, and pulled her knickers off. "Like I did with these. I wore them a
couple of days ago, then you had them, then I put them on again today
and I've had a few wanks, and I'm pretty damp right now. So they really
ought to go straight in the laundry basket and not be left lying
around." She dropped them on the bed. "While I'm thinking about it, I'll
just put your old pants there too..." She picked them up from the heap
he had indicated and balled them in her fist. "...in the morning. Good
night."

"Good night, Hollie. You're a great sister. I don't deserve you."

Hollie winked, scampered back to her room and shut the door before
bringing the underpants to her nose. They smelt of Brian, and she knew
Brian was down the landing, doing exactly the same with hers. The air
felt very cool on her bare fanny. Let's do this before I chicken out.
She laid the pants out on the pillow, pulled off the nightie and climbed
into bed, lying on her side and nuzzling the pants with her cheek and
nose. She imagined Brian climbing into bed behind her, his breath warm
on her neck, his chest pressing into her back. She caressed her arm and
imagined it was his big, strong hand doing it. His hand caressed each
finger and then reached her thigh. Hollie's breath caught in her throat
as her brother's hand traveled up her leg, past her hip, raising
goosebumps all the way to the base of her breast. She sighed deeply and
inhaled his hot manly and so personal scent. Gently Brian cupped her
breast, catching the nipple between two fingers and rolling it while he
kneaded the breast. The breath caught in her throat and she took a big
shuddering breath filled with her brother's musk as the nipple became
erect. He held the breast tighter than she would have, so it almost hurt
as he worked it. She imagined his breath coming harder in her ear and
his cock growing against her bum. Urgently he reached across her, his
strong arm crushing the oh so sensitive breast and grabbed the other,
working that one as he had the first. Sparks flew down her body and her
musk joined his in her nostrils. When the second breast was so sensitive
she could no longer bear his touch he swapped back to the first.

"Oh Brian," she breathed.

He slipped his other arm under her head and she turned and kissed his
hand as it passed, tasting his essence in the fabric under her cheek.
Now the new hand kept up the assault on her breasts and the free hand
caressed her chest, her belly, lower, until it reached the curling hair
between her legs. Urgently she raised her leg. His hard cock slapped
wetly on her thigh. Still he contented himself with the curly hair and
the soft skin of her thighs, denying her the release she craved. Her
body convulsed under his fingers, her breasts painful now under his
urgent caresses. At last he reached her cunt, dipping a finger into her
moist crevice and using her fluids to lubricate her clit, teasing at
first, then, as her passion mounted higher, pressing urgently and
rubbing harder than she would dare to do herself. Her head thrashed and
her breath came in broken gasps. Finally Brian took pity on her. She
took his pants between her teeth, grabbed the pillow from under her
head, fell onto her back and rammed the pillow between her legs. Brian
entered her in one smooth push and she wrapped her legs around him and
pulled him into her, feverishly sucking and licking at the material,
searching for his strongest taste as his body pressed against hers and
worked her inflamed pussy. Her hips convulsed, following his as his body
rose and fell over her. She could smell his sweat, taste it even, as he
fucked his cock into her.

"Fuck me, Brian. Fuck my cunt," she sobbed, biting down on the material
and working herself against him. Higher and higher he took her until her
whole being was one cunt, one passion, and then it happened; a tidal
wave crushing her beneath it and raising her up until she saw stars. Her
body, arched over the bed, shuddering as every muscle clenched like it
never had before. The wave relented and lowered her to Earth, tingles
like cold water sending shivers up and down her body. Then Brian moved
against her and it started all over again. Over and over the wave
crushed her down and lifted her up, each time not quite as low, not
quite as high, until Hollie finally collapsed back on the bed and let
the pillow fall away, then pulled it back up and hugged it. It was damp,
wet even, but she did not care.


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