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Title         : Young Cunt II

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Keywords : Pedo, Inc, Mg, mg, gg

Date        : 20151208

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Synopsis : Raven continues her quest for sexual gratification.

Disclaimer : Copyright by the author. Permission is granted to archive,
repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals,
anthologies of this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the
author. This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual
activity among persons under 16 in real life.

These are just words, people, just words. If you have a problem with words,
see a shrink or an English teacher. Sequels are never as good as the
originals. Don't even hope. Not that I'm sayin' the original is any kind of
work of art... just sayin'. And yes, I know it slows down and gets sappy at
the end. Even sex isn't just sex sex sex.


                              --==+==--


Raven Theroux was a plain, ordinary little girl. Well, on second thought,
she wasn't that ordinary. She was beautiful, to start with. Long dark
brunette hair, almost black, straight and shining. Her face had striking
and classically beautiful features. Her mom and dad looked at her sometimes
with sinking hearts, thinking of the next few years, when Raven discovered
boys. What they don't know won't hurt them. Raven hadn't discovered boys
yet... actually, she'd seemed to skip that stage of her development, and
gone right to men. Which brings us to the other thing unusual about her.
That was the extent of her sexual experience, at age twelve. For the last
year she had experimented sexually with her friend Cynthia, becoming a
skillful and proficient girl lover. She had carried on an affair with her
favorite teacher, staying late after school, letting him taste her body and
tasting his. On a weekly basis she visited Mr. Murphy, the owner of a small
candy store downtown. Weirdly, he was her favorite, although he was an old
fart... his worship of her was so deep and profound to her that she always
felt like a million bucks after a visit to his store. And the candy just
kept on rolling in.

Raven was comfortable and pleased with the fairly wide limits of her sexual
experiences. She knew that the next step was a big one... although Mr.
Murphy's slim penis invaded her rectum on a weekly basis, nothing but her
finger, so far, had entered her vagina. She had begun, in the last few
weeks, to think about who and when she wanted to pop her cherry. She wanted
it to be somebody special, somebody who would appreciate her, and the gift
she would offer them. This bears some deep thought, she told herself, and
she gave it that. So far, she hadn't decided, but that didn't bother her.
She didn't feel any pressure about it, hell, she was basically still a kid.
She knew it would happen in it's own time. Sometimes kids are impatient,
and feel like things weren't happening quick enough. Raven, unlike most
kids, was a patient child. There, that will do as the most unusual thing
about her.

The things she did with Mr. Norman and Mr. Murphy were good enough for now,
on top of Cynthia's favors. Raven was actually pretty satisfied with her
life, unusual for a kid, and rare for a female. She knew things would only
get better, as she got older. Some day, of course, she'd have to realize
that it pretty much peaked in your twenties and went downhill rapidly after
that. Maybe it wouldn't, for her. We will hope.

One Friday night, for some odd reason Cynthia wasn't spending the night.
Raven didn't panic, she'd pay her old friend the shower nozzle a visit at
bathtime. And if that didn't do it enough for her, she always had that
spinning thing between her mattress.

She lay on the floor, and watched TV. Her whole family was there, her
brother Bradley and her dad and mother both. Her mom was in the easy chair,
reading an old-fashioned analog book. The guys were watching a football
game, reclining on the couch behind her. Raven got up, and went to the
bathroom to pee. On impulse, she pulled her panties off and tossed them
into her room as she passed it. She liked going bare, down below. She liked
the sexy feeling of it, and the easy access... to the fun stuff. She didn't
plan on doing any of that, though, not with the whole family in the room.
Even she wasn't exactly sure why she'd yanked her panties off this time,
it's just something she seemed to do a lot, the last year.

She lay back on the floor, and tried to be interested in the game, though
it was fundamentally silly to her. She heard the boys mumbling behind her.

"Right, Rave?" said Bradley. She had no idea what he wanted her agreement
about.

"Right," she gave it anyway. They talked on. She thought about Bradley...
she liked him, she really liked her older brother. He was nice to her, he
took her places, and bought her stuff, now that he had a job... he was a
model older brother. They hadn't always gotten along so good, when she'd
been a whiny little girl and he was in his early teens... but now they had
a special relationship. She mused, her mind approaching once again the
mystery partner who would bring about her future deflowerment. Bradley? she
thought. Bradley would be a good choice. He was, to use a single word
description... hot. He was hot. He was tall, slim and muscular. He was
second string quarterback, and she was proud of him for that. He lifted
weights in the garage, and could bench... hell, she didn't know how much,
probably a gazillion pounds. He was beast, and a handsome beast. He'd had a
steady string of cute girlfriends since grade school. Raven was actually
jealous, at times, when he brought girls around, though she was careful not
to let it show. She knew he'd think it was cute, and laugh at her.

Bradley, though... he was pretty high on her list... if he'd do it. He'd
never looked at her sexually that she'd known of... and she'd hid her
secret sex life from him as well as she'd hidden it from her parents. She
certainly didn't want him to think less of her about anything. She sure
didn't want him to think she was a slut. But... would he do it? Could she
convince him? That would probably be a tough one. She'd have to think on
that some more.

Of course... Mr. Norman was at the top of the list, at the moment. She
loved Mr. Norman, and he seemed to love her, though she was perceptive
enough to know he felt some guilt about the things they did. He was
married, of course... he had talked to her, on occasion, about his wife,
how he felt that she didn't understand him. Raven felt for him, but she
wanted him to remember where his priorities lay. He had seemed to, so far.
He was her first choice, but it wasn't carved in stone. And he seemed
perfectly happy with the boundaries of their present relationship... she
didn't realize it, but he'd promised himself to do nothing that would leave
a mark, and blasting through her maidenhead with his larger-than-average
penis would do that, in a big way. He did have a nice one. So, although she
didn't know it, he was out of the running.

Mr. Murphy wasn't even on the list. She was happy and satisfied to allow
him to fuck her sweet little asshole once a week, but she had no desire to
hand him her hymen. Their relationship seemed to revolve around her anus,
and she planned on keeping it that way. He had a slim cock, just perfect
for ass fucking... she didn't know the advantages yet of a nice fat cock in
her pussy, but she had no plans or desire to feel Mr. Murphy in there. And,
she planned on kissing her lover, when they did the deed. She'd never
kissed Mr. Murphy, and probably wouldn't for a million bucks; he was a way
old fart. He didn't care, he was mainly interested in her asshole, not her
lips.

She mulled and mused, laying there on the floor, the drone of the TV in her
ears. She idly wondered what Bradley could see of her bottom, from his seat
on the couch behind her. Maybe, she thought, maybe I should give him a
little peek at what he could have, if he plays his cards right.

She wiggled, and pulled her nightgown up a little higher, knowing full well
she was bare-ass naked down below. Her dad was there, too, but so what.
He'd seen her naked before. Bradley had not... well, she remembered many
years ago they examined each other, once, in the back yard... but he hadn't
seen her, recently. She giggled as she remember him peeing for her, to show
her how boys did it. And she squatted, and peed for him. I'd do that again,
she thought. That'd be sexy, and cool. Yeah, I'd do that again.

She lay a while longer, and wiggled around some. She knew the hem of her
nightgown was pretty high, probably a little ways above her butt. She
wondered what the two guys were thinking of. She resisted the urge to look
behind her. A few minutes passed, and she wiggled again. She could feel it,
now, high up on her butt. She knew there was no way they could miss it, if
they looked down. She realized she was pretty turned on, thinking about
showing off to her brother and dad. How interesting, she thought. You learn
something new about yourself every day.

She looked at her mom. Her mom was engrossed in the book, and in front of
her, anyway. She couldn't see Raven's butt, from where she sat. Good. Raven
felt wetness in her pussy. She was turned on. That shower head looked
better and better. She jumped as her mom dropped the book and sat up.

"I'm taking a shower. You guys staying up all night?" her Mom said. They
all mumbled things, and her mother disappeared down the hallway. Raven
sighed, and relaxed. She was comfortable, laying there, half her bottom
exposed. She heard her dad rise, behind her.

"I've got to go to bed," he said. "I can't take much more of this."

She giggled silently, wondering what he couldn't take more of. My butt? she
asked herself. She wondered if her mom and dad would have sex tonight, and
she wondered what he'd think of, if they did. Maybe my butt? she asked
herself. It struck her as funny.

She jumped again as Bradley thumped to the floor beside her. Then she
really jumped as she felt him slap her on her bare rump.

"What'd you do that for?" she asked, giggling.

"Girl..." he said. "Your whole ass is hanging out. You put on quite a show
for me and Dad."

She giggled some more.

"So?" she said.

"So nothing, you brown-eyed little pervert," he said. "I think you gave dad
a stiffie."

She giggled at that. Her eyes were hazel. She was surprised he'd said
anything, though. She liked it that he wasn't afraid to say stuff like
that. They'd always been close, though they'd never talked about sexual
matters. Who does, with their kid sister? She wondered how far she could go
with him, in that direction.

"Bradley..." she said, her mind busy. He made a noise, now back to watching
the TV.

"Bradley... did I give you a stiffie, too?" she asked, giggling so maybe
he'd just think she was joking, if it bothered him.

He slowly turned, supporting his head with one arm, and looked at her from
a foot away.

"Young lady," he said, "what do you know about stiffies? And why does it
matter? Is that what you were trying to do?"

"Shit, Brad," she said, laughing. "You're a boy... I'm a girl... sometimes
that shit happens..."

"You have a potty mouth," he said, shaking his head. "You didn't give me
one, 'cos you're my sister."

"So?" she said. "So what if I'm your sister? You can still get a stiffie
when you... when you look at me. I don't care."

"I do," he said slowly, staring her in the eye. She wondered what he was
really thinking. The thought occurred to her, again. He'd be perfect. He's
making me wet, she thought, just being this close to him makes me wet. He's
the one, I know it. She took a deep breath, and took the plunge.

"Bradley..." she said. "I like you very much. I love you. I got... I got
something I want you to do for me. Something very special."

He got a guarded look on his face, then. She wondered if he'd already guess
what she was preparing to ask him.

"Yeah?" he finally said.

"Bradley..." she said. "I'm still... I'm still a virgin."

"Of course you are," he said, smiling a bit, at least. "You're only eleven
freakin' years old."

"Twelve," she said. He knew that, she knew he was just fucking with her.

"Whatever," he said. "You're too young to even talk about this shit."

"You think," she said. "Bradley. I'm virg. But that shit don't last
forever," He looked serious again. "Bradley... I want it to be you... I
love you, and I want it to be you."

To her infinite surprise, tears flooded from his eyes. He leaned forward,
and hugged her to his body.

"Oh, baby," he whispered. "Oh, baby, I love you... I love you so much...
and thank you, for what you said, what you've offered me. But you know I
can't. I wish to fuck I could, more than I wish anything... but we just
can't. Please try to understand. We can't."

Tears flowed from her eyes, also. "Why?" she wailed, burying her face in
his shoulder. Shit, she thought. I never cry. I'm to old to cry. But, shit.
She felt his love for her, and it touched something deep inside of her.

"Baby, it wouldn't be right," he said. He pulled back and stared at her,
tears still streaming from his eyes. "I love you too much. And you're my
sister. We just can't, I'm sorry."

She hugged herself to his body, curling up against his chest, and cried.
They both cried for a while. Finally she straightened up, and looked at him.

"Well, you know how I feel. If you change your mind, I'm yours. Goodnight,"
she leaned into him, and pressed her lips against his. She had no intention
of backing away. She'd let him decide how long. To his credit, he held it a
lot longer than she'd guessed he would. Finally he gently pulled back.

"Goodnight, darling. Goodnight, and I'm sorry," he said. She nodded,
disentangled herself from him, and sat up. They rose, gazed at each other
one last time, and headed for their respective bedrooms.


                              --==+==--


It's not over yet, Raven told herself, as she walked down the hall. Like
they say, it's not over 'til it's over. She knew she could be pretty
persuasive. But she had a better idea, now, of how much he loved her. How
can he say no, she asked herself, if I really turn the charm on? How can he
turn me down?

She stopped at the bathroom door. It was closed, and she heard water
running. Her mom was still in there. She had to pee, dammit. She started to
go into her parent's room to their little bathroom, and then though, so
what. She's a girl, I'm a girl... so what. She tried the door, and it was
unlocked. She carefully opened it, thinking she'd just slip in, pee, and
slip out.

She lifted her skirt and sat on the toilet, sitting forward so her pee
didn't splash in the water. She had no idea why she was being secretive,
she knew her mom wouldn't care, anyway. As she felt water leave her body,
she looked at the shower. Through the dimpled glass she saw the fuzzy shape
of her mom's body in the shower. What the fuck... she thought, looking
closer. She could see the shower head was detached. Though she couldn't see
a lot of detail, it was immediately obvious to her what was going on. My
god, she thought, her mind frozen for a second. My mom... my mom... who
would have thought?

Her mom had the shower nozzle between her legs, just like Raven had done
last night. Like Raven did, every night. Water flowed down her legs, as the
massager head pounded her clit with a high-pressure stream of water. My mom
is getting off, she thought, suddenly turned on like mad. My own mom, my
fucking mom, is getting off, like I do.

She wanted to stay and watch the end, but she didn't want her mom to know
that she'd been in the room. She silently let herself out, totally bemused.
She wondered what this meant, about her mom and dad. Did they still have
sex? Was her mom just getting warmed up? Did she do this every night? Could
the water bill stand another liquidic masturbator in the family? She went
to her room, promising to brush her teeth twice in the morning.

She dropped her nightgown in the floor, and crawled into her bed, naked.
This one was gonna be special, she promised herself. She had something now
that was really turning her on. She was going to pound it hard, tonight.

She reached between the mattress and box springs, and pulled out her
favorite broken toy. It was a figurine of a woman that had spun a bouquet
of flowers with a little electric motor. The flowers had broken off,
putting the toy out of balance, and it vibrated madly when it spun. She'd
used it to masturbate for a year now, and was very good at it. It just made
her cum and cum and cum again, when she got going with it.

Actually, it was amazing it had lasted this long. She should have thought
of that, but she didn't realize the finite lifespan of a cheap toy. Sadly,
the night before had been it's last. It barely spun, tonight. She cussed to
herself, got up, and found a fresh pair of double A's. She crawled back
into bed, and switched it on. Shit. It still barely turned. She let it spin
for a while, her world crashing around her. This was truly disappointing.
And, to her horror, the battery case got so hot she almost couldn't hold
it. The stink of burning electrical shit filled the air. She switched it
off, and threw it in the floor. What a revolting development.

She still had a little fun that night, thanks to her index finger. But she
really missed the spinner. What will I do now? she thought. That thing was
my favorite toy. Cynthia is once a week, but that damn thing was every
night. After two manual orgasms she finally went to sleep, her mind
troubled. She missed her spinner.


                              --==+==--


Raven was still out of ideas, two nights later. Her sex life had taken a
turn for the worse, with the death of the spinner. She'd thought about
having her dad look at it to see if he could fix it, but... it was just an
obviously broken toy. He would wonder why she cared. It should have been
thrown away, years ago. She picked it up, and idly sniffed it. And damn, it
smelled like her pussy, on top of everything. She'd have to wash it, if she
gave it to him. She sadly tossed it into the trash can. Goodbye, my little
friend, she thought. Goodbye.

That evening she was in the kitchen with her mom, helping to fix dinner. On
impulse, and, Raven did pretty much everything on impulse, but on impulse
she said something to her mom about... about masturbating. She had an idea,
a long round-about idea on how this might help her situation, and it turned
out way better than she'd hoped.

Raven's parents were modern, hip, twenty-first century parents. Raven's Mom
had already given her "the talk." Pardon, me, that should be capitalized...
"The Talk." They were open and honest with her, they hadn't even pushed the
Santa Claus thing too hard when she was little. She felt like her mom would
be receptive, maybe even sympathetic. But she didn't want to just blurt it
out.

"Mom?" she said, and her mother made a noise of assent as she peeled a
potato.

"Mom... I got somethin' to ask you..." she said. She did know how to pour
it on, at least. "I got somethin' I wanna know, but I don't wanna get in
trouble..."

"Darling, there is no question you can ask that will get you in trouble,"
her mother said, smiling. "If you want to know something, don't be afraid
to ask."

"Uh..." she said, feeling theatrical anyway, "it's about... it's about
stuff people don't usually talk about..."

"That's okay, dear," her mother said, her attention leaving the potato and
focusing on Raven. She knew the child was a good actor, and sometimes, like
now, it showed. Still, she wanted to help the girl. It's just what you do
for your kids.

"Mom... the other night I was... I was in the shower, an' I was washin'...
washin' myself, down there, with the nozzle thingy..." she spoke in a rush,
like she was embarrassed, and to her surprise, she actually was a little
embarrassed. "Anyway, while I was doin' it, this... this really funny
feelin' came over me... I... I don't know how to describe it... this really
good feeling. Mom... is there something wrong with me?"

She gave a dramatic little squeak, there at the end, like she was choking
up or something. Her mom smiled and dropped the potato peeler, and hugged
Raven to her body.

"Oh, darling!" her mom said, "there's nothing wrong with you! You've just
taken your first step..."

Her dad unwisely picked this moment to enter the kitchen.

"Randall!" her mom hissed angrily. "GTFO! Beat it!"

He backed out, a mortified and confused look on his face.

"Darling," her mom sat, and stood Raven before her, her arms on the girl's
shoulders. "Darling, you had an orgasm. I'm happy for you, happy and proud."

"An... an orginasm?" said Raven, acting puzzled.

"Yes, an orgasm. Gasm," her mom said. "You've taken a step along the road
to becoming a woman. Don't be afraid, or feel guilty. It's perfectly
natural. I wish I had the freedom you have, when I was a child. I was
taught to think such things were wrong, and naughty. It's taken me years to
get over that. I don't want to make that mistake with you."

"Okay..." Raven didn't have to act puzzled on that one, she actually was a
little puzzled, but she accepted what her mom said. Of course she actually
knew what an orgasm was, she had them several times a day. She'd also known
it was fairly natural and nothing to be ashamed of... although she also
knew what her Mom would think if she knew of Raven's other extracurricular
sexual activities.

"Darling... feel free to experiment with the shower nozzle. Raven, honey...
I gotta tell you... I do it too, every great once in a while. Although your
father and I... well, although I'm very satisfied, sexually, I still do it
too. It's just part of life, honey. Enjoy yourself. I don't want you to be
afraid of your body, and the pleasures it can give you. Please, darling...
above all else, enjoy yourself."

Her mom hugged her, and kissed her soundly on the cheek. Raven smiled
bravely.

"Rave..." her mom said, actually looking around the room, and then
whispering conspiratorially. "Come here."

She followed her mother out of the kitchen, and down the hallway to her
parent's room. Her mom stopped in front of the dresser, and opened a
drawer. She hastily grabbed something, and slammed the drawer shut, but not
before Raven had seen an assortment of vibrators and dildos in the drawer.
Majestic fuck! thought Raven. Mom is a prevert! She giggled helplessly to
herself.

Her mom stepped into the small bathroom, and washed the item. It was a
small vibrator, not even an inch in diameter, and rounded on the end.

"Honey," her mom said, sitting on the bed. "I know this is pretty liberal,
but I don't want you to grow up with a complex. Although... I don't want
you to go nuts with the idea, either. And sometimes, I gotta admit...
sometimes naughty is kinda fun. I know you'll be reasonable. Now, don't be
embarrassed..."

Raven actually was a little embarrassed. My mom, she thought, my mom is
giving me a fucking vibrator. That's cool... cool but a little weird. She
experienced the same feelings Luke had felt, when Obi-Wan handed him the
lightsaber. She took the vibrator carefully, and stared down at it's little
rounded white plastic nose.

"I'm not embarrassed, Mom," she finally said. Her mother took the vibrator
and rotated the base. It began to buzz softly.

"This little bitch... excuse me, this little thing really buzzes," her mom
said. "I think you'll figure it out. You might not want to stick it up
your... to penetrate yourself with it, if you wish to keep your hymen
intact for your future husband. Just place the tip of it, uhm, on that
special spot at the top of your vagina, and let it buzz. It's been my
favorite, for many years. And, it's quiet, your dad never... well, let's
just say it's pretty quiet."

Her mom giggled, and Raven giggled back. Raven realized this was a special
female bonding moment to her mom, and squeezed her tightly. Her mom
snuffled, they held the hug for a while, and finally pulled apart. Raven
bemusedly went to her bedroom, after going back to the kitchen to procure
fresh batteries. She was eager to try the thing out, after the
disappointment of the last few nights. This looks like fun, she thought.


                              --==+==--


Raven had her fun that night, and a few nights later when Cynthia spent the
night they almost burned the damn vibrator up. Her mom was right, it was a
viber-atin' sonofabitch, and it just about made their clits numb. Raven
wasted no time pushing it inside of her body, hymen notwithstanding, and it
was slim enough that it didn't pop her cherry. That felt good, but not as
good as smashing it against her clit felt. That's where it really shone.

"Damn," said Cynthia enviously. "I want one of those. Your mom is too cool."

"Yeah," said Raven, gasping for breath. "she's a real free thinker.
Cynth... roll over. Lessee what it feels like in your butt."

Cynthia laughed and rolled over, sticking her bottom up in the air. She
loved spending the night with Raven. The girl never ran out of ideas.


                              --==+==--


The next Tuesday afternoon, Raven happened to be with her dad when he
stopped at the garage to have his trucks air conditioning serviced. It was
not even blowing warm air, and smelling bad. The mechanic pulled the SUV in
the garage bay, and began doing stuff under the hood.

"Raven," said her dad. "I'm going to walk over to the Quickie-Mart and get
a coffee. Wanna go?"

"Naw..." she said. She didn't want to risk possibly being seen walking down
a busy street with her dad by some random kid she went to school with. She
softened the blow by saying, "I got a book I wanna read. I'll just get back
in the truck and read."

He gave her some quarters for the Coke machine, and departed off down the
sidewalk. The mechanic had already said it would be an hour, at least.
Raven walked into the garage bay and stood at the back end of her dad's
truck and stared at the guy, when he moved around where she could see him.

Actually, he was the reason she hadn't wanted to leave. She instinctively
liked him, for obvious reasons. Maybe it was his six foot four muscular
frame. She had noticed with admiration that his arms were as big around as
her legs. Maybe it was the burr haircut and the GI Joe features, including
the sexy scar on his cheek. Maybe it was the way he filled out the crotch
of his work pants. We cannot delve deeply enough into her mind to know the
true reasons that day, but she really liked him. Her mouth watered. He was
oily and dirty, a true blue collar hunk, and damn... damn, she just plain
liked him.

It didn't take the guy long to notice she was noticing him. He stared back
at her, just about as aggressively as she stared at him. He'd already found
and removed the dead squirrel, amusingly enough trapped in the squirrel
cage fan. He'd already mentally spent the two hundred dollars he would
make, when Raven's dad returned. And now, he thought. Now this foxy little
thing won't stop staring at me. Like I said, he stared back. He saw a
beautiful young girl, long dark hair, cute face, wearing a sexy little
schoolgirl skirt and a white blouse. She was the epitome of sexy to him. He
imagined the streaks of dirt and grease his hands would leave on that white
blouse as he roughly squeezed and pawed her developing young breasts. In
his mind he'd yanked that little skirt off long ago.

"What's yer name, darlin'," he finally said. He motioned for her to come
forward to the front of the garage, heedless of OSHA safety violations. She
hesitantly stepped towards him. That was an act, she'd been hoping he'd
invite her, and it was hard not to run. She could tell already he liked her
as much as she liked him. You big beautiful brute, she thought to herself.

"Athena," she said, remembering he'd asked her name. She'd studied Greek
shit in school today, and she liked that name.

"Athena, huh," he leered. "You Greek? You like it Greek?" He wasn't as dumb
as he looked. He laughed at his own joke. He'd love to Greek this little
bitch, on the hood of her dad's truck. He wondered if she knew what "Greek"
really meant. What it meant to a guy like him.

"Yeah," she said, leering back, making him wonder if she did actually know.
"Yeah, I like it. I like lotsa crazy shit."

He laughed. He realized he wasn't totally in control of this one. That
intrigued him... usually the young ones were easy to jerk around. Actually,
she was a little intimidated by his aggressiveness, but she wasn't going to
let him know it.

"Look," he said, picking up the stiff, dead squirrel by the tail and waving
it in her face. To his pleasure, she didn't even flinch, though her lip
curled a bit. "Rocky's gettin' rotten. Wanna take him home?"

She regarded both him and the squirrel the same way she would a piece of
dog shit on the bottom of her shoe.

"Naw," she said. "You can keep him. And I won't tell my dad you're ripping
him."

He laughed. "Thank ya, darlin'. I'll split it with ya." He reached in his
pocket, pulled out a crisp new twenty dollar bill, and handed it to her.

"Thanks," she said, taking the money. She raised her skirt to her waist,
exposing her bare, almost hairless little pussy to his shocked and hungry
eyes.

"Oh, shit," she said theatrically. "I guess I can't tuck it into my
panties, 'cos I don't have any on." She let him gaze at her beauty for
twenty seconds, and then slowly lowered her skirt. She handed the money
back to him, and he took it numbly, his brain still in shock. He was
hypnotized.

"Darlin'..." he finally breathed, breaking the trance. She had succeeded in
flustering him. He licked his lips, and looked around nervously. No one
else was in the building. He was here alone with her, and her dad was gone.
He'd hear the bell, if anyone drove up. And they were hidden behind the
truck, anyway, with the hood up. He stared at her, his desire plain. He was
the kind of guy that didn't hold shit back. He devoured her with his eyes.
And he wanted to see that little cunt again, bad.

"When's yer dad gonna be back? Where'd he go?" he said softly.

"He went to the Quickie Mart. He's not probably not even there yet." she
said, equally softly. Her mind was racing. She knew they couldn't do a lot.
Her dad might change his mind, and turn around. This was actually kind of
dangerous. But her desire was strong, as was his. And sometimes, dangerous
is sexy.

Her mind was made up. She'd make his day, and maybe hers. She turned, and
backed up to the nose of the truck. She put her hands on the frame of the
front end behind her. He realized what she was going to do, and reached
forward to help her up.

"No!" she hissed. "You're too dirty! Sorry but don't touch!"

He understood, and backed off. He was still close enough she could smell
him, although he just smelled like oil and grease to her. She didn't
realize he could smell her also, and that she smelled like heaven to him.

She finally lifted herself up, and sat on the front of the engine
compartment, feeling the heat of the radiator on her bare bottom. She
yanked her skirt up as she spread her legs, exposing herself again. He
stared hungrily at her sweet little cunt from two feet away. How he kept
his dirty hands off it is still a mystery.

"Get it out!" she said urgently. "Jack it for me!"

He exploded into action, pulling his zipper down and yanking his cock and
balls out the slit. Goddam, she thought. Fucking goddam. He was a beast.
She had no idea how long it was, but it looked as long as her forearm.
Plenty long enough. Long e-fucking nuff, she thought. Nice and fat. And
those big round balls, as big as fucking golf balls. Shit. Now she was the
one licking her lips. She wondered about the wisdom of hopping down and
dropping to her knees on the dirty floor. She wondered if it was too far to
walk, from her house to here. Maybe she'd pay him a visit some slow
afternoon. Surely there was an office in the building somewhere with a
proper door. She reminded herself to wear some old disposable clothes that
she wouldn't mind getting dirty, if she did it.

He wasn't afraid to jerk his cock in front of a pretty girl. Even a
massively under-aged pretty girl like this one. And this one was the
sexiest he'd ever seen. He rubbed and stroked himself, the leer gone, an
almost pensive half-smile on his face. His eyes never left her beautiful
cunt.

Raven's fingers were in that very cunt, spreading her lips wide, so he
could see everything. She touched her clit, feeling electrical shocks run
down her leg. She was really turned on. I know I promised Bradley, she
thought, but here's the runner-up. If Bradley ultimately still says no, I
know this guy won't turn me down... although... that fucking cock... I
dunno if I could waddle home, after taking that monster. He was a beast.

His body jerked. He was close. He wanted to do this the rest of the
afternoon... fuck, the rest of his life. He just wanted to just stare at
that sweet little cunt... but he knew they were pushing the envelope. This
wasn't the first time he'd dared to do something at work... he'd had a few
gals pull shit like this... legal gals... to trade pieces of their ass for
engine work. But he'd never had one as young and sweet as this. He wanted
to touch her bad... weirdly, most of all he just wanted to hug her and hold
her, but he knew she was right... he shouldn't touch her, he was so dirty.
He wondered if he'd ever see her again. In a way, that would almost be too
perfect... he'd wonder the rest of his life who she was, if she was real,
or some angelic visitation. Someday, he thought... someday she'll be
eighteen, and legal. Some lucky motherfucker will probably get a taste of
her long before then, though. Goddam... he wished he was young again, but
shit... we all wish that, don't we?

All too quick, it was over. She stuck her legs straight out, feeling the
tightness in her calves. She arched her feet and pushed her shoulders back
and gasped as she came. He gasped, too, his hand jerking back and forth,
and a huge squirt of cum sprayed from the end of his cock. Again, and
again... as she came down from her high, she was amazed to watch him squirt
over and over, onto the floor. Goddam, he's full of the shit, she thought.
Once again, the thought occurred to her. He was a beast.

That was it. He put his cock away, now almost seeming to be embarrassed.
She took his hand then, for an instant, and he helped her hop down from the
truck. Her little hand felt hot in his giant paw, and hours later it seemed
like he could still feel the warmth of her. She stepped carefully to avoid
slipping in the blobs of semen splattered on the floor.

"Thank..." they both started to say at the same time, and then giggled at
each other.

"Thank you, darling," he finally said, and she nodded. "My pleasure," she
said, and he smiled gently. He seemed quieter now, and more
self-possessed... unlike the brute who had made crude jokes a few minutes
ago. Your whole attitude changes, she thought to herself, when you whack
off in front of someone.

That was it. They stood at the bay doors, and made small talk. He asked
about school, and she answered thoughtfully and honestly. She asked if he'd
ever found a squirrel in an engine before, and he shook his head. He
retrieved the squirrel, and they speculated on how it had ever gotten in
there in the first place. She finally saw her dad a block away, walking
towards them.

When he arrived, they showed him the squirrel, and laughed with him about
it. He was as puzzled as they were.

"No charge," said the guy. "I din't really do nothin'."

Her dad gave him a twenty anyway, and they drove away. She turned and saw
him, standing in the doorway and staring after her. He almost looked sad to
her, then, like a lost little boy. She wondered what his name had been.

"I hope you weren't too bored," her dad said.

"Naw..." she said, finally opening her book. She smiled, knowing he
couldn't see her. "I wasn't."


                              --==+==--


"Mr. Norman..." said Raven, panting for breath. She was laying on her back
on his desk, her skirt around her waist, her legs spread widely. Sweat
dried on her chest and forehead. She had just had a massive and almost
overwhelming orgasm, as he pounded her clit with his tongue and fingers. He
was resting, also, sitting in his chair inbetween her legs. He idly stroked
his cock as he stared at her beautiful cunt. His cock was half hard again
by now, she'd sucked him to a wonderful orgasm just before he'd
reciprocated by licking her luscious little cunt for her.

"Yes, dear?" he said.

"I been thinkin'..." she went on. "I been thinkin' 'bout when to lose my
cherry. I've decided it's either gonna be you, or my brother."

He laughed softly. Oh, to do that... he thought... I would have no dreams
left, if not for that one. I'd love to be the one. But, he didn't feel like
he could be the one. Her brother? That was a little whacked... but hell,
surely the kid is as human as me... and there's no way he could help but be
turned on by her over-powering sexiness. He envied the boy, whoever he was.

"Darling," he said. "I'd be honored. I'd probably die of happiness, but
most of all I'd be honored. I'm sorry to say, though, it won't be me."

She was puzzled. Why wouldn't he want to do it? "Norm... why not?"

He sighed. This one was hard to answer, and he wasn't even sure if he
completely understood why he felt like he couldn't.

"Darling... I know this won't make sense... but I'm a married man... I know
I've crossed the line, with what I've done with you... but that's a line I
cannot cross. Or rather, I will not. And... I don't want to hurt you. I've
felt your little... your little pussy, enough times with my tongue, to know
it would hurt. I couldn't stand it."

She sighed. So he was gonna be all righteous about it. Well, it just
determined what she kind of already knew... Bradley was the one.

"Norm," she said. "I think I understand. Do somethin' for me, though, will
you?"

"Anything, dearest. Anything but... but that, anything but make love to
you."

It was tough, but she finally convinced him. She didn't want to admit to
him what she'd done dozens of times with Mr. Murphy, but she finally
convinced him. My butt is different, she'd said. I agree, pussy sex is
man-and-wife territory, but my butt? She knew he wanted to, and he finally
sighed and threw up his hands. She had acted like that's what she wanted
just as much as her pussy, and finally he agreed. He admitted to himself he
was just justifying it, but he was glad he'd saved one thing, one thing for
his wife only. He felt a little better about the things he did with the
girl. With the help of a little hand lotion, he carefully slid his hardness
into her rectum, shivering with please. She bit her lip against the sting
of pain as he pushed inside. He was way bigger than Mr. Murphy. Mr. Norman
was thinking, damn... she has a tight little ass... asses are, by their
nature, usually pretty tight. We all know that. He clasped her buttocks in
his hand, and slowly pumped his cock in and out... she was sexy beyond
belief. If he did actually ever fuck her pussy, he'd probably pass out and
die. This was as close to heaven as he could get, as close to the sun as he
could fly without being burned up. He sighed, relaxed and at last he
squirted his seed deep into her body, crying out with pleasure and love.


                              --==+==--


"Mr. Murphy?" she said. He made a wordless noise, his face buried deep in
her ass.

"Got a minute? I got shit I'm tryin' to figger out," she said, sighing. She
was laying on her stomach on the desk in the back room of his shop. He'd
flipped the sign in the window and followed her into the back, when she
showed up at his place. She was in what she thought of as "The Position,"
how she always seemed to end up when she visited him, chest down, butt up.
A fat bag of candy sat on the desk beside her, and she had a cherry Tootsie
Pop(tm) in her mouth. Her right hand was beneath her groin, rubbing on her
clit. She loved the feel of his tongue on her asshole or his cock inside
it, but that wasn't always enough to get her off. Fucking around with her
clit helped assure her she'd have a nice orgasm or two while he did his
thing.

"Mmmff..." he said.

"I'm tryin' to get my bro to pop my cherry," she said. "He knows I want him
to, but he thinks he can't do it, 'cos it's against the law an' shit. I
gotta figger out a way to convince him."

"Mmmff..." he said again, pushing his tongue into her body.

"Yeah," she said. "I know. I think he really wants it, he's just gotta
justify it, or somethin'. But that's silly, some old law or somethin'. Fuck
it, I don't need the law tellin' me who I can and can't love. I love him
more than some silly law."

"Mmmff Mm..." said Mr. Murphy.

"Well, like I said, I done told him how I feel. He knows what I want. He
says he can't, but I think deep down inside he wants it, too. Hell, I know
he does, he said he does. Maybe I just need tuh crawl on top of him and
start, or somethin'."

"Mmmff Mm Mmmmff..." he said.

"More than just once, you mean? Well... I kinda think, if we start, I kinda
figger it'll keep happening... I mean, if he's able to get over it once, it
shouldn't be a problem. And why not? We love each other, what's wrong with
love, anyway? Maybe we'll do it for the rest of our lives. I know I can't
have his babies 'cos they'll have three eyes or whatever... but we'd make a
good couple, we know each other better than anybody... 'cept maybe
Cynthia..."

"Mmmff mmmff Mm Mm Mm..." said Mr. Murphy.

"Yeah, that'd be cool... me and him and Cynthia... I think she'd go for it,
she'd kinda scared of guys, but he's good with her, he's gentle or
whatever. And she's known him like forever. In a way, that might tempt him
some... that's an idea, that's a good idea, thank you... I'll remember that
one..."

"Mmmffff Mm?" he said.

"There's no... there's no time frame or whatever, no. Just whenever. I
don't think it's gotta happen right away... though I don't wanna wait
forever..."

"Mmmff Mf?" he said.

"No, I ain't started bleedin' yet... my mom says any day now, she was
twelve when she did it, when she started."

"Mmmff Mm Mm?" he said.

"Yes, I carry some, just in case. Thank you."

"Mmmff Mm Mm?" he said.

"Yeah, I gotta figger out how to get my mom to agree to that shit. I mean,
I'm sure, if an' when I can convince Bradley to do me, I'm sure I'll...
uhm... fuck around a lot after that. I gotta get on the pill, I don' wanna
squirt out a shitload of babies at age twelve."

"Mmmff mmmff Mm Mm Mmmmff."

"You can? Without your parents agreeing or whatever? Really? I'll have to
try that... maybe me an' Cynth can walk down there some day. It's called
the health department?"

"Mmmph Mm Mmmff..."

"Mr. Murphy. Thanks for your help. And that felt really good... that thing
with your finger and thumb. Do that again..."

"Mmmmmmmmmfffffff..."


                              --==+==--


Sometimes opportunities arise that simply can't be allowed to pass. Raven
felt like one of those was fixing to occur. Her father and mother were
going on a cruise for their anniversary. For five day, Bradley and Raven
would be on their own. Five glorious days. This is too perfect, thought
Raven. Her plans reached a feverish pitch, and got more grandiose than ever.

At last the day arrived. Her parents had left way before dawn, waking Raven
to say goodbye. Raven finally stumbled out of bed, and went in search of
Bradley. She got him up, and they prepared a minimal breakfast. Off she
went to school. That evening was kind of fun, they went out for dinner,
using some of the money her dad had left them. They finally wound the
evening down sitting and watching TV. Raven noticed Bradley seemed to keep
an eye on her, and she wondered if he was suspicious that she would try
something. She laughed evilly to herself. Yes, she thought, rubbing her
mental hands together. Yes, I have big plans.

They finally went to bed. She masturbated, as was her nightly ritual, and
finally drifted off to sleep in a warm fuzzy glow of post-orgasmic bliss.
Her phone woke her at two o'clock, and she slipped out of bed, still naked,
and padded down the hall.

She slowly opened Bradley's door, and was shocked at the complete darkness
of his room. No nightlight? She moved into the room slowly, and finally
felt his bed on her knees. She followed along the side to the head of the
bed, and located the hem of his comforter. She pulled it down slightly, and
slowly, over the course of a minute or two, slid into his bed. She was
finally under the blanket, and she carefully moved backwards until she felt
his thigh touch her bottom. She relaxed and lay carefully, feeling warm and
comfortable, and completely at home in her brother's bed. She could hear
his slow steady breathing, and feel his breath on her upper back. She
sighed, and finally drifted off to sleep.


                              --==+==--


"Raven! Goddammit!" She awoke with a start. Bradly had her upper arm in his
hand, and was shaking her.

"We aren't gonna play this game!" he said. She could tell he was angry. She
tried to remember her plans, but she was flustered. And she'd been in the
middle of the craziest dream.

"I'm... I'm awake..." she mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

"Raven. Go to your room. And stay in your room," he said sternly.

"But... I have school..." she said.

"I mean during the night," he clarified, exasperated.

"Bradley..." she said, "I didn't mean to make you mad. I was just lonely,
an' the house is scary with mom and dad gone..."

"Raven, you little sneak. I know what you're trying to do," he said.

She finally crawled from beneath the blanket, summoning what was left of
her dignity, and left his room. She was aware of his eyes on her naked body
as she went. Once in her room she smiled, though. Just plantin' some seeds,
she thought as she prepared for school.

They didn't speak of the matter again, as the day passed. After school she
stayed at Cynthia's, and had dinner with her friend's family. She finally
walked home a little before sunset.

Bradley acted no differently towards her, the rest of the evening. She
couldn't stand it, though, and finally, an hour before bedtime, she turned
to him as they reclined on the couch.

"Bradley," she said. "I'm sorry I made you mad this mornin'..."

He sighed heavily, and looked at her. "Awww," he said. "It's alright. You
just surprised me. How did you get into my bed without wakin' me up anyway?"

"I just crawled in. You were snorin' and shit." she laughed.

"Shit," he said. "I thought I was more aware of shit than that."

"Like I said, I'm sorry. I won't do it again," she said, although she had
every intention of doing it again.

"That's okay... you just surprised me, is all," he said. She nodded.

"You sleep naked?" he asked, surprising her for some reason. She smiled.

"Yeah..." she said. "It's no big deal... Bradley... Mom and Dad sleep naked
too."

"Yeah," he said. "I knew that, I just didn't know you did. Cool."

She wanted to ask him why he didn't, but she wasn't a hundred percent sure
he didn't. He'd been wearing a pair of loose undershorts this morning when
he'd woken her up. Maybe he'd put them on before he woke her. She'd thought
of him during the day several times, as she daydreamed at school, and the
thought had occurred to her that he'd looked hotter than shit this morning.
He was pretty close to perfect, she thought, not an overmuscled bonehead,
just perfect. He was a hunk.

"It was..." he stopped and sighed deeply. She waited. He went on. "It was
nice, wakin'.... wakin' up with somebody else in the bed." He almost looked
pensive.

"Yeah," she said, nodding. "Yeah."

"Rave..." he said. "You can sleep with me while Mom and Dad are gone. But
all we gonna do is sleep, okay? And you gotta wear panties or somethin'."

She smiled and nodded. Yeah, she'd go for that. How could he resist, after
feeling her body next to him all night? In a few nights, he'd be hers. She
bet herself twenty bucks she'd have his ass in her hands by the end of the
week.

She sat up and hugged him. "Bradley... thank you..." she said, and closed
her eyes and put her lips in the kissing position. He laughed, and she felt
the couch bounce as he got up and walked away.

"Forget it, girl," he said. "I'm not fallin' for your tricks."

She sighed and smiled to herself. In time, she thought. All in good time.


                              --==+==--


That night she pawed through her panty drawer until she found something
that a girl had given her for a prank gift at a slumber party. Bradley had
said she had to wear panties. This thing was actually a thong, basically
two pieces of string with a small postage-stamp sized pouch that covered
her pussy... well, almost covered her pussy. Anyway, thongs are panties,
right? She figured it out finally, and got it on, and looked at herself in
the mirror. Shit. It looked sexier than fuck. Well, she looked naked,
basically. The pouch covering her pussy was so small and low it was almost
invisible. Bradley... but they are panties! she thought, rehearsing the
argument she'd have with him. It felt sexier than ever to be topless, too.
Raven was still waiting on her tits to show up, she had two nice little
mounds, but not proper tits, not yet. Her nipples were pretty cool, though,
two little grape-sized blobs of puffed-up brown flesh. Her love-making with
Cynthia had involved her nipples more and more over the last few months, as
they puffed out. They were always stiff and hard, and it felt sexier than
hell when Cynthia scraped them with her teeth. She had a moment's thought
on why Bradley didn't specify that she should wear a night shirt... maybe
he liked seeing her nipples. Of course he likes seeing my fucking nipples,
she told herself. He's a guy. Guys like nipples.

She looked at the clock. It was time. She sadly left her vibrator behind,
and went to Bradley's room.

"Raven," he said in exasperation, just staring at her.

"What?" she said innocently.

"I can see this was a mistake," he said.

"Bradley, it's no mistake," she said. "You said to wear panties."

"Raven..." he shook his head. "I said a pair of panties. A real pair of
panties, please. I can't even tell what that is, other than a piece of
string."

"Bradley... but they are panties!" she said, squatting slightly and
spreading her legs to show him. She looked down and thought she could see
her pussy lips hanging out the bottom of the thong. Oops.

He sighed heavily. "Okay," he said. "But stay on your side."

She nodded. She'd would, as long as he wanted her to. She still had an idea
he'd change his mind, when he realized he was in bed with a foxy young
girl. She crawled in the bed, aware of his eyes on her ass. She was smiling
to herself.

He turned out the light, and crawled into the other side of the bed. Damn,
she thought, it's so fucking dark in here. She wiggled around and got
comfortable. She was aware of him, just inches away. She could feel his
body heat.

"Bradley," she said. "Thank you."

He wasn't sure what she was thanking him for. For letting her sleep with
him, he guessed. He laughed softly. "G'nite, darlin'," he said. She said it
back. She lay there for a while, listening to him breathe. He started a
gently snoring noise at last. She let her finger wander down to the thong,
and pushed it aside. She lightly touched her clit, as it peeked out of the
middle of her pussy. She wished she had her vibrator. Still, she could have
some fun with her finger.

She rubbed her clit with long slow strokes. She moved her leg slightly, and
it touched Bradley's. I'm jacking my clit, she thought, and touching my
brother. It turned her on to think that. She stroked a little harder,
feeling that familiar tightness in her legs begin. She sped up a little.
Ahhh... she thought. She was glad, as she was every night, that she was a
girl and had a clit. How could a weenie be this much fun? she thought. No
way. No fucking way. She was almost sorry for the male race. No wonder they
fought wars and shit.

She felt the orgasm take her, and breathed out deeply. Her body trembled,
and she laughed softly. Waves of pleasure broke over her body like the
waves of the ocean. Raven always had good ones. This one was extra special,
though, because she was in bed with her brother. Just reminding herself of
that added to the pleasure she felt. She imagined his body, just inches
away. She imagined touching and tasting him... and he her. He will be mine,
she thought. It just has to happen, dammit. It just has to.

She finally settled down, and yawned. That had been a good one. She often
did two or three, before she slept, but that one was good enough for now.
That one would do. She wiggled around, and pushed herself backwards until
she was scooted up against Bradley's warm body. She was acutely aware of
the places where he touched her... on her thighs, her butt, and her upper
back. He felt nice... warm, and solid. She loved him just a little bit more
than she had last night, as let sleep take her.

                              --==+==--


She awoke, deep in the silent heart of the night. The lack of a night light
still made her apprehensive for unknown reasons, but she felt completely
safe and protected because Bradley was there. She could feel his arm around
her waist, and his comforting solidness on her back. They were laying spoon
fashion, her bottom nestled into his crotch, his smooth bare skin feeling
like silk on her thighs. He had just worn undershorts to bed, as he had the
night before. Just a single layer of cloth, she thought to herself. Just a
layer. She felt his breath on the back of her neck. She wondered again how
hard to push him. This was an opportunity that couldn't be passed up. Her
parents would be home in three days. Something had to happen. She would
have to make it happen, if she had to. She faded back into sleep.

He was already up and out of bed when she rose the next morning. She
showered, and found him in the kitchen. They had breakfast, and he drove
her to school. Today was Friday, thankfully. Today is Friday night, she
hummed to herself, as the day passed.

Cynthia walked home with her, and called her mom to see if she could spend
the night. Of course, her mom said. Later that evening Bradley took the
girls to the steakhouse, and they stopped at the movie store on their way
home. They watched movies, and finally, midnightish, Bradley yawned and
stood.

"Night, ladies," he said. "I'm going to bed."

"Bradley," said Raven, sitting up. "Can we... can we sleep in your bed
tonight?"

Raven had told Cynthia earlier in the evening that Bradley had let her
sleep with him last night, and Cynthia giggled madly. Raven had assured the
girl nothing had happened, although she'd wanted stuff to happen. When
Raven had told her latest plan to Cynthia, though, Cynthia had become quiet
and and looked a little nervous. "Cynth," said Raven, "it's no big deal...
if he'll go for it, we'll just do the same shit you and I do... 'cept for
maybe him puttin' his weenie in us, if he'll do it."

Cynthia wasn't sure if she wanted to go that far, but she finally sighed
and promised Raven she'd play around a little, at least. Raven nodded; she
understood. She mostly wanted Bradley for herself, anyway, but she would be
willing to share if Cynthia ever changed her mind.

Back to Bradley. He sighed and eyed the girls. He felt like Raven had
motives, but Cynthia? She had always seemed shy and meek to him. He looked
at her, though, and thought the same things he'd been thinking about Raven
the last few days. What a little fox, he thought. Damn... if only... if I
was only fuckin' brave enough...

Bradley, was, in spite of being a popular kid and a muscly hunk, still a
virgin at age sixteen. He'd had the chance a time or two, but he suffered
from performance anxiety. He'd charmed several girls by stopping at the
last minute, and giving them the old "I respect you too much" speech. That
only worked so many times, though, and word would get out. He felt ready,
he felt like trying... but with his sister? He still had issues with that,
although... more and more lately, she turned him on powerfully. In all
truth, his biggest problem was her age, and her size. He didn't see how he
could keep from hurting her. He had thought about it, during the night,
holding her warm body in his arms, he'd thought seriously about taking her
up on her offer, and plunging into her body.

He had been turned on beyond belief by her last night, as she lay next to
him in bed and masturbated. He'd watched from barely-opened eyelids as
something, her hand obviously, moved beneath the sheet at her crotch. He
felt the gentle rhythmic pattern, as her leg, touching his, moved in time
with her hand. She'd wiggled and writhed, at last tensing up and then
relaxing, sighing deeply. He'd waited until he was sure she was asleep, and
carefully raised her right hand to his nose and sniffed her fingers. The
smell of her pussy was unmistakable and overpowering, and drove him over
the edge. He furiously jacked off into a sock, turned to the wall, and
turned on by the memory of her scent. His balls had almost exploded, he was
so turned on. It had been intense to him, and he hoped to do it again
tonight, except it was going to be pretty crowded with two girls in his
bed. Still...

He finally shook his head, looked at the girls, and said okay... you can
sleep with me. And he gave them the same warning he'd given Raven the night
before, to stay on their side, although... with three in a twin bed, the
lines were gonna be kind of fuzzy. That was fine with him, and he was
looking forward to it. He knew this would be sexier than hell. He promised
to talk to Cynthia later, about the necessity for secrecy. He went on in
his bedroom and dropped his pants and shirt on the floor. He crawled into
his bed, and thumbed his small television on.

When the girls showed up, he looked at them, and shook his head again. He'd
thought Raven would be a little more reserved, since her friend was
spending the night. He was wrong. Raven and Cynthia both were wearing
string bikinis, home-made string bikinis that they had made from yarn.
Basically just a loop of string around their waists, and another string
going down the middle of their pussies and up their butt-cracks, tied with
a knot. He couldn't actually see their pussies very well, because as you
know pussies point downwards, but he could imagine. He was glad he was in
bed, he'd already had a half hard-on, just thinking about their soft warm
bodies next to his. His cock was rock-hard, now. And of course they were
topless. Their little nipples just killed him, fat sexy little blobs of
flesh... he could imagine what they'd feel like in his mouth. This was
going to be a difficult night.

He very carefully didn't say anything about their barely-there panties,
just because he knew Raven would expect him to. He was sure she had an
argument ready. Plus, honestly... it turned him on explosively. He didn't
want to risk the girls going and changing into something less revealing. He
knew Raven had almost won the battle. She seemed to know right where his
buttons were. He wondered if he really was that predictable.

Why not? he asked himself again. I love her. She loves me. She has asked
me, for fuck's sake. Why the fuck not? Sure, she's my sister. But we love
each other. That should mean something. And Cynthia... King Fuck he'd like
to do Cynthia... but of course he wouldn't... she was just a kid. Although
he was thinking seriously about doing Raven, who was just as much a kid.
Still... maybe he could play around with them a little... wrestle and shit.
Bradley had never had a nightlight before, but tonight he left the lamp on
his desk on... just in case. Just in case it got interesting.

He wondered just how brave Raven really was. He was seeing a side of her
that he'd not known about. He wondered if this was new to her, or she'd
been experimenting with her body for a while. Cynthia... she had really
gotten close to Cynthia the last year... they spent the night together
every weekend, sometimes both Friday and Saturday nights... could there be
anything there? That thought really pushed his buttons, the thought of two
beautiful young girls making out with each other. He almost creamed
himself, then and there, when he thought of it. How could he find out?
Surely... surely, they were just kids, but they were standing at the dawn
of the age... the age of awareness, the age of interest in things sexual.
He'd started about that age, twelve or so, he'd discovered the pleasures of
masturbation, and even started jerking off with his best friend, Albert.
That was something he continued to do to this day, although the opportunity
didn't arise as frequently. God... he wondered if the girls at least did
that together... he'd die to watch, fuck, he'd pop a nut for sure... he
groaned aloud.

"What?" said Raven, as she climbed up on his bed.

"Nothing," he said, instinctively looking down as she crawled beneath the
sheet. He had a split second view of her beautiful little cunt, and he
realized he couldn't even breathe. Her pussy was fabulously beautiful to
him... her lips were spread slightly as she brought her leg forward, and he
caught a glimpse of her fat little clit, even. He could see a few black
curly hairs starting to grow... she was coming along nicely, he thought.
The string of yarn that her symbolic panties consisted of wasn't even
running down the middle of her pussy, it was in the crease of her leg. Her
whole pussy had been bare, exposed to his gaze. But all too quickly she was
laying beside him, her legs together. He looked up with eager eyes as
Cynthia climbed into the bed, and wasn't disappointed.

He was surprised... he'd been thinking of both of them as little girls...
but seeing their cunts surprised him. They looked plenty grown up there,
except for the lack of pubic hair. Their little cunts looked just fine, a
lot like the grown-up cunts he'd seen by the hundreds of thousands on the
internet. Bradley was no stranger to cunts... well, to pictures of cunts,
at least.

Cynthia's pussy had seemed a little more developed that Raven's, to him.
They were both beautiful, there was no way he could have chose between
them. He had a good enough view of Cynthia to even spot several cute little
black pubic hairs. Her pussy lips were fat, and almost red in color. He had
seen her clit peeking out at him, too, underneath a fabulous smooth hood.
He had even seen the dark spot beneath her pussy where her wonderful little
asshole lay. He finally took a gasping breath, before he passed out. I'm in
bed with two beautiful practically naked girls, he thought. Can it get any
better? Of course it could.

Raven's hip pressed against his. Her arm overlapped his, the bed was now so
crowded. He was glad he just had a twin, now. This was too cool. The
thought of their nakedness possessed him totally. He felt like he just had
to see more of them. He hoped his insanely hard cock wasn't obvious to the
girls, he had it tucked up under the waist-band of his shorts, the head of
it sticking up almost to his navel. They would be able to see it, if they
pulled the sheet down. I don't care, he thought. Actually, I don't care if
they see it. He just wanted to see more of them.

On impulse he pushed against Raven's arm, shoving her over against Cynthia.
She giggled and shoved back, as he'd known she would. The fight was on. Of
course, two against one is not fair, and he didn't really try. Before long
he was pushed up against the wall, Raven halfway laying on him, her smooth
naked skin almost burning where it touched him. Her face was in his, and he
could feel her hot breath on his damp lips. He stopped, and the girls
stopped, too.

"Raven," he said. "Goodnight." He leaned forwards a few inches, and kissed
her. This time it was him that didn't pull back, he let her decide how long
the kiss would be. She showed no inclination to end it, though, and
finally, after what felt like a minute, he gave up and pulled back. They'd
just kissed, no tongue or any of the fun shit, but it was enough for him,
and fun and sexy. He hoped it would show her just where his mindset was, at
the moment. She did seem a little puzzled, and just to test him she leaned
up, and smashed her lips to his again.

This time he was ready for her, and ready to kick things up a few notches.
He slowly opened his mouth, and felt hers open equally. Their tongues
touched, hesitantly, and then eagerly. He squeezed his lips against her
opened mouth, and scraped her little tongue with his. She tasted
wonderful... he recognized Colgate, and maybe that goddam green
mouthwash... and the girl was a religious flosser. Her mouth was clean and
sweet and tasted fabulous. He took a gasping breath through his nose, and
kissed his sister.

They finally heard Cynthia giggle, and pulled apart after maybe two
minutes. It was a record-breaker, for a brother/sister kiss. Raven knew
longer ones would come, she could tell Bradley's attitude towards her had
undergone a makeover. At last, she thought, at last he's seen the light.

When they pulled apart, he almost thought Raven had a shocked look on her
face, even though she was getting what she wanted. What she thought she
wanted... he wondered if she'd ever thought it would go this far. If she
was certain. Of course... she could stop any time she wanted to. He
wouldn't make her do anything she didn't want to.

"Bradley," she said. "It's way too early for goodnight. It's barely fucking
midnight."

"Jeezus, Rave," he said, "you gotta get a grip on your language. Mom and
Dad are pretty liberal, but you are gettin' into ass-kickin' territory."

She laughed. "Okay, I'll fuckin' back off a little fuckin' bit."

He snorted, and felt beneath the sheet for her leg. He grabbed her at the
top of her thigh, inbetween her legs, and sunk his fingers into her
resilient flesh. He knew from years of tickling her she was crazy ticklish
there. Of course, the only times he'd ever done it before, she had pajamas
or at least panties on. He was barely an inch below her pussy, and he felt
her damp softness rub on his knuckles more than once as he pinched her. She
thrashed and wiggled, shrieking and fighting him back.

She finally got above him, and got his head beneath her arm. She held him
against her body and scrubbed her knuckles painfully in his hair. He saw,
and it was so close to his eye it was blurry, but he saw her nipple at the
end of his nose. He yanked his head forward and slurped it in his mouth,
sucking as hard as he could. He could literally taste her body in his
mouth, and it was sexier than anything he could remember doing in his whole
life.

"You fuck!" exploded Raven, shoving him back with her hands. "You
motherfucker! You licked my titty nipple!" Goddam, he thought, she actually
sounds mad. He got a little hot himself, what the fuck did she expect,
coming to his bed naked and wrestling around like that with him?

"Girls like to be asked, goddammit!" She just stared at him. He was frozen.
He felt like he'd been caught with his hand in the candy jar.

"Raven... I'm sorry... I didn't..."

"Just fuckin' with ya!" she said, jumping on top of him, wrapping her arms
around his upper body as well as she could. He lay back, and she climbed on
top of his body, laughing at him.

"You looked guilty," she said, giggling.

"I was guilty, I did what you said, I licked your titty," he laughed. She
rested on top of him, a comfortable warm weight. She scooted and wiggled
around, and slowly began to scoot down. Oh shit, he thought, as he felt a
very specific part of her body contact a very specific part of his.

"Raven... fuuu-uuuck..." said Cynthia, surprising them both. He looked over
to where she lay beside him. She was staring down at his crotch, where
Raven was now sitting. He knew what she'd seen, he could feel it, and he
knew exactly where it was.

Raven was literally sitting on top of his hard, exposed cock. As she'd
scooted back his undershorts had been pushed down his legs, and her pussy
had enveloped his hardness. Maybe two inches of his cock showed emerging
from her enveloping pussy lips, as he craned his neck and stared down at
the beautiful sight. Beautiful, but embarrassing.

"Fuck, Bradley..." Raven whispered almost reverently. "You got a nice
cock..." She felt like she was sitting on a fat broomstick, the shaft of it
wedged up inside her pussy. She could feel her clit rub on it, when she
moved slightly, she was pressed down on him so hard.

He laughed, a little uncomfortable. How many times in a person's life does
their little sister tell them they have a nice cock? His cock felt felt
sexier than fuck though, Raven's pussy lips were wrapped around the topside
of it, smashing it down into his body. And it was hard, fuck it was hard.
She experimentally slid forward and backward again, and the sensation of
her hot wet little cunt sliding along his cock was almost too much to bear.

"Rave... I'm gonna shoot if you do that any more..." he felt like he was
that close. She laughed.

"We ain't gonna waste that shit, don't worry..." she said. She pushed off
his body, going down and nudging his thighs with her knees until he spread
them. She nestled into the space between his legs, and dropped her face to
his crotch. Oh fuck, he thought, oh holy fuck. My little sister is gonna
blow me.

She sucked him into her wet mouth, and it felt like heaven. He knew he
wasn't going to last any time at all. He had a thought, at some point
during that minute that he held back, he had a thought that she was damn
good for a first timer. He wondered if she'd been studying technique on the
internet. She sucked hard, pulling him completely into her mouth, and then
slid it out to the cap. She stopped and mouthed the end of his cock,
kissing and sucking the end. Bradley, still a virgin, had actually received
several blow jobs from a girlfriend, but damn... but the older girl now
seemed clumsy and amateurish, compared to what he was getting from his
little sister.

He knew it wouldn't take long, and it didn't. "Baby, it's happen'in," he
said, and he felt her nod. His prostate clenched tightly, and he filled her
mouth with sperm. Nothing in his life so far had prepared him for how good
it felt. He almost felt light-headed, he came so hard. She sucked his cum
down her throat, swallowing between squirts, not spilling a drop. Damn, he
thought again... she seems like she's done this before... surely not. She's
just a kid, after all.

At last his orgasm ended, and his cock stopped twitching. She dropped it,
and turned to Cynthia.

"Darlin'," she said. "Taste it. You need to know what a guy tastes like."

Cynthia smiled at Bradley shyly. He smiled back, content to lay there. He
felt warm and woozy and happy... his cock had gotten a bit softer... but it
was still pretty hard... he was still turned on like mad, at the stuff they
were doing. If sweet, pretty little Cynthia wanted to put his cock in her
mouth... he was all for it.

"Here..." said Raven. "Kiss me first. Kiss me, and taste it in my mouth."
Bradley lay there and watched the two girls press their mouths together,
giggling. Raven's mouth was opened widely, and Cynthia's tongue explored
it, getting her first taste of semen.

Finally they broke the kiss, and Cynthia sat up and leaned forward on her
hands. Bradley felt her breath on his wet cock for a moment, and then felt
the touch of her lips on his glans. She sucked him into her mouth with a
light touch compared to Raven, and he felt her tongue exploring his
pee-hole. Goddam, he thought. Why did I wait this fuckin' long? These
girls... these fuckin' girls...

Cynthia finally dropped his cock, giggling. Raven then gave her a little
impromptu lecture on sucking cocks, complete with mouth-on demonstrations,
and he felt life flow back into his penis. He knew it would soon be hard
again. Good, he thought. He had an idea he was going to need it.

"Anyway," Raven was saying, "don't over do it, just get a nice rhythm
going... the guy will tell you if you're goin' too fast... Mr. Norman
likes..." her voice tapered into silence as she realized what she'd just
said.

Bradley sat up. What the fuck, he was thinking.

"Raven," he said. "What did you just say?"

She stared at him, trying to think of some way to do a little damage
control. She couldn't come up with anything. Mr. Norman's name was pretty
distinctive. Bradley knew the man, Bradley had him for math also a few
years ago. They'd talked about him before... and fuck, she even remember
telling him how much she liked the guy. She wondered if it would help if
she started crying.

Bradley didn't really know what to think about what he'd heard. Did she
have some involvement with the teacher? He wondered what to do about it.
The guy was her teacher, for god's sake.

Raven sighed heavily. "Bradley," she said, "yeah, I fuck around with Mr.
Norman a little. We haven't fucked, he don't wanna do it, 'cos of his old
lady. But I suck his cock and he licks my pussy. I'm sorry if that bothers
you... and please, please don't rat me out..."

"Rave..." he was surprised, and a little concerned. "Rave, you ain't havin'
to do nothin' you don't want to, are you?"

"Oh, no," she hoped she sounded sincere. She loved Mr. Norman and didn't
want to get him in trouble. She hoped Bradley understood. "Brad... I was
the one that started it, I showed him my pussy one day... I kinda didn't
give him a choice..."

He stared at her, bemused. His little sister. Who would have thought? He
was finding more and more out about her. And, so far... so far it had done
nothing but turn him on. Even this, when he stopped and thought about it.
No wonder, no fuckin' wonder she'd been so good.

"Okay, darlin'," he said. "Just wanted to make sure. I won't tell."

"Thank you, Bradley," she said, leaning in and kissing him. He wrapped his
arms around her, and they lay for a few moments in silence. Cynthia sat up
against the wall, and finally Raven turned and met her gaze. Raven smiled
and winked and Cynthia giggled. Raven relaxed, laying against her brother.
That cruise was an excellent fucking idea, she thought.

"Rave," said Cynthia. Raven looked at the girl. Cynthia was staring down at
Raven's crotch. "Hon... you got some blood on you, or somethin'..."


                              --==+==--


Well, that puts a damper on the ol' fuckfest, thought Raven. Nothing like a
little menstrual blood to end the party real quick. She was disgusted, and
miffed. Her first, her first fuckin' period, and it starts right in the
middle of her once-in-a-lifetime de-virginization at the dick of her
wonderful brother. Perfect, just fuckin' perfect. She stared at herself in
the bathroom mirror, and felt tears run down her cheek. Fuck! she thought.
I never cry!

She heard a noise and turned. Both Bradley and Cynthia stood at the
doorway. She indicated the blood-smeared wet-wipe on the countertop.

"My fuckin' period started," she said, her voice trembly. She was even
pissed that it bothered her this much... but fuck, she'd really been
looking forward to this.

"Raven, so the fuck what," said Bradley. "I wanna make out with you
tonight, and a little blood ain't gonna stop me."

He hoped, deep inside, that he'd be able to go through with it, now that
she was bleeding. He still felt pretty pumped... and there'd only been a
drop or two, it's not like she was flowing heavy. He was turned on major...
he wondered how far she'd planned on going tonight... if she wanted him to
fuck her. If she wants that, he thought, fucking Niagara bloody-ass Falls
ain't keepin' me out of her.

"Oh, Bradley..." she said, sighing. She looked at Cynthia, who was looking
sad and sympathetic. "Bradley, there'll be other times. It's okay."

He snorted. "No, it ain't okay. You ain't gettin' me this jacked up and
dumpin' me over a few drops of blood. Raven... I wanna eat your pussy. I
wanna suck your tits, and I wanna lick your asshole. A little blood ain't
shit. Come to bed, darlin'."

She laughed, in spite of herself. She daubed her pussy again with the
wet-wipe. Just a little smear. She'd heard jokes about guys getting their
red wings. It didn't seem funny to her now. She wondered how determined
Bradley was. Shit, she thought, both women and men been dealin' with this
shit since the dawn of time. But why tonight? Why the fuck tonight?

"Just come back to bed," said Bradley, coming forward and taking her in his
arms. "We'll do laundry in the morning if we have to. Raven. Come on. Let
me love you. It's gotta happen tonight or tomorrow night, if it's gonna
happen at all."

She looked at Cynthia, and Cynthia nodded. "It ain't that big a deal," said
Cynthia. "And Rave... you won't get pregnant, not now, where your cycle is.
You don't have to worry, darlin'." Raven sighed and nodded. If there was
any good news, that was it. Shit, she told herself. It just would have been
too perfect. It's always somethin'. She grabbed a fresh wet-wipe, and
followed her brother back to bed.


                              --==+==--


In the end, it was a success. Bradley didn't choke up or back down. He ate
his little sister's pussy like a consummate professional, bringing her to a
screaming trembling orgasm. He licked her sexy little asshole, while
Cynthia lay on her back beneath them and ate Raven out. An hour later,
after some talking and laying in each other's arms, he dripped a few drops
of baby oil on his cock, and slowly, carefully pushed into Raven's body. He
filled her and fulfilled her, and she lay beneath him and had yet another
wonderful orgasm as he filled her with his seed. His cock, which she
thought was every bit as large as Mr. Norman's, had felt tight but
comfortable in her cunt, and she had only felt a stab of pain for a moment
when he first pushed into her. The three of them lay and talked far into
the night, and Raven faded in and out of sleep. Bradley and Cynthia started
laughing at the crazy things she said, and she giggled along with them. She
awoke with a start, late morning light filling the room. Bradley was right,
they'd be doing laundry today. She got up and took a shower, her first of
many that week. She knew she'd have some adjustments to make. She wondered
about that night, if it would be too messy to fuck around... she had to get
used to this shit... and she'd have to draw the line somewhere. Still,
tonight was their last night, before her mom and dad got back.

Raven had asked Cynthia that night if maybe she wanted to let Bradley pop
her cherry, and Cynthia had thought about it, and finally politely
declined. She just didn't feel ready tonight. They understood, and they
didn't push her. Maybe... said Cynthia... maybe in a month or two I can
spend the night and we can try it. Just let me know, said Bradley, trying
to hide the hope in his voice. Just let me know.

Raven and Bradley spent their last night together just laying in his bed
and holding each other and talking. He swore his undying love for her, and
she laughed gently at him. Bradley, she said, we both got our lives to
live. We'll do this, every chance we get, and I'll always love you a little
bit more than anybody else that comes along. But you know and I know we
ain't gonna be a couple. Love me when we're together and love me when we're
apart. I'll give myself to you until we're old farts, and then I'll gum
your cock until you shoot dust in my mouth. Bradley held her and they cried
a little bit, and then he sucked her nipples and she sucked his cock.
Things worked out.

Bradley had admitted to her that she was his first, that she'd popped his
cherry when he'd popped hers. She didn't believe it, of course, her studly
hunky brother... she was sure he'd done lots of girls, before her. He
decided to let her think what she wanted to think. But he loved her even
more for what she'd done for him.

Raven took her mom into the kitchen as soon as her parents arrived home,
and gave her the news about her period starting. Her mom laughed and cried
and hugged her, and Raven was afraid she'd want a tampon for her scrapbook
but she didn't go quite that far. Raven was horrified later to find out her
mom called both sets of grandparents and told them about it. It was
tempting to tell her mom she'd gotten her cherry popped, just to watch the
fuss.

Life went on. Raven had to struggle at times, as did Bradley, to hide their
affair, but over time it got easier. She already was good at hiding things,
she'd hid her relationship with both Mr. Norman and Mr. Murphy and what she
did with Cynthia for over a year. Raven still kept a few secrets, she never
told Bradley about Mr. Murphy, and he didn't seemed to notice the bags of
candy always in her room.


                              --==+==--


Raven lay in Cynthia's arms, in the still of the night. Cynthia laughed
softly, and pressed her lips to Raven's. Tonight was Cynthia's night. Raven
still loved the girl deeply and looked forward to her times with her.

"Where's that goddam viber-ater..." said Cynthia, giggling. Raven reached
beneath the mattress, and put it into Cynthia's hand.

Raven was happy, as happy as a girl could be. Everything was fine. Tonight
was going to be a fun night. A long, fun night. With Cynthia she always
felt like she was returning to her roots... she'd started out with the
girl, and all their times together were still special.

"Spread your legs, you sweet little bitch..." whispered Cynthia, her breath
hot in Raven's face. Their lips touched again, and again. "Spread your
fuckin' legs..."

Raven laughed softly, and spread her fuckin' legs.


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