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oldmudrat wrote:
> Orange County Babylon
>
> PART SEVEN
> by
> Michael Dalton
>
>
>
>
> IMPORTANT LEGAL INFORMATION
>
>
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> you by the author. You must contact your ISP for help.
>
>
> This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons
> is unintentional and strictly coincidental. Although this story refers
> to many real places and organizations, such mention should not be taken
> to imply either a relationship or approval of any sort. This work
> contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity, and anyone offended
> by such things should read no further. If reception of this work is
> illegal due to your age or other repressive local regulations,
> liability for downloading it is your problem, not mine. This work is
> intended solely for the quiet and private enjoyment of adults, and any
> other use is a violation of the copyright.
>
>
> This work is Copyright 1998 by Michael...@aol.com and is
> protected by United States and other international copyright law.
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>
>
> AUTHOR'S NOTE
>
>
> This novel was first published in August, and has remained one of
> the most popular and most requested works I have written. From the
> vast amount of feedback I have gotten over it, I have been able to make
> some revisions and corrections that warranted a repost. This is still
> the same story, mind you--what I have changed were a number of factual
> and grammatical errors pointed out to me by my readers. In particular,
> I want to thank Neverless and Lee Vine for assistance in that regard.
>
>
> With eight or nine months of hindsight (I wrote the first draft
> of OCB in March), I have to say that I am not entirely happy with this
> thing. Among other problems, I think it starts too quickly and the
> behavior and personality of some of the characters in Part One are
> inconsistent with what occurs later. None of this appears to have
> dimmed the enthusiasm that has greeted the story, but it bears pointing
> out.
>
>
> If you haven't read this before, a few words of warning. This
> novel (and it *is* a novel--it runs to over 98,000 words) should not be
> taken too seriously. It is best described as a silly, sappy, high
> school soap opera. The protagonist has more good fortune and more wild
> experiences in one year than most people have in their entire lives. I
> don't just mean the sex, either. Although there is plenty of sex in
> this story, there are also long stretches of action where nothing
> remotely sexual occurs. This is because the story is supposed to be a
> full depiction of the protagonist's life, not simply a catalog of his
> sexual behavior. As in the real world, sexual activity has certain
> consequences, and that is what I have tried to accurately describe.
>
>
> The reader will note fairly quickly that this story appears to
> fall into one of the worst stereotypes of low-grade erotica: the
> football player and the cheerleaders. To this appearance, I freely
> confess--but there is a great deal else going on in here.
> Nevertheless, should you have a congenital allergy to football, you may
> want to skip this, as there is plenty of explicit sports to go with the
> explicit sex.
>
>
> Those of you familiar with Orange County, California, will note
> that I have taken certain liberties in my descriptions, particularly
> with the locations and athletic programs of area high schools. I did
> this solely out of laziness--I wasn't interested in researching the
> actual composition of the local high school football conferences.
>
>
> This work is, in many ways, a satire. The views expressed herein
> should not be taken as serious commentary on either the County of
> Orange, the Roman Catholic Church, or the United States Marine Corps.
> I make one exception to that disclaimer, however. My descriptions of
> the Orange County foster care system do not in any way resemble
> reality. The actual system is currently in very dire straits, and few,
> if any, children who go through it have experiences as easy and
> pleasant as the protagonist's. Sexual abuse of foster children is
> unfortunately not uncommon, and in real life, the consequences are far
> different from what I have described here.
>
>
> One last note: Please do NOT e-mail me for missing pieces. This
> is a very large file and mailing it is a pain. All the pieces of this
> story should be available in the ASSM archive, the address for which
> can be found in the header above.
>
>
>
>
> ------------------------------------------------------------------------
>
> XXXIV.
>
> Karen hadn't quite read her sister's feelings accurately.
>
> Although Kelly had done her share of wondering and fantasizing, she hadn't
> given much serious thought to sex until that fall. It had all started when
> Karen taught her how to masturbate. That wonderful discovery had, in a
> matter of minutes, explained to her what the big deal was about sex.
> Before, it had seemed like a slightly gross means of reproduction;
> afterward, she understood the point of it all.
>
> Thereafter, she got off at every opportunity. She masturbated about her
> favorite movie stars; she masturbated about certain guys in her class; she
> even masturbated to random fantasies she simply thought up. But until Jack
> had spilled his big secret to her, she had never really masturbated about
> him. It wasn't because she didn't find him attractive; she did, hugely. If
> anything, Karen had underestimated the magnitude of Kelly's crush on him.
> It was just that having him as a foster brother made the idea of sex with
> him seem wrong.
>
> Then came that night when she had fallen asleep in his bed. She had woken
> up in the middle of the night feeling his arm across her stomach. She could
> smell him; she could hear his breathing. Her body was touching his all
> along her side. She allowed herself to fantasize that she was his wife, and
> they were sleeping together on their wedding night. He had just taken her
> virginity, and it had been the most wonderful experience of her life.
>
> She thought about how he had mistaken her for Karen, and what he had done
> to her. She could still feel his hands on her breasts. She had initially
> been stunned at what was happening, but was too excited to stop him. She
> knew he thought she was Karen; that meant he would make love to her if he
> didn't realize who she was or she didn't stop him.
>
> She got progressively more turned on thinking about him, and soon it was
> almost painful. She was wet, and wanted more than anything to touch
> herself. She couldn't get back to sleep like this.
>
> Moving as slowly as she could, she slid her hand into her pajama bottoms.
> She slipped a finger between her thighs and began to massage herself,
> sighing at the release of tension.
>
> Her nipples were soon erect and aching. She tried to fondle her breasts,
> but his arm was holding down one side of her pajama top. She had to
> unbutton the top to get at her nipples. But once she did, she was soon lost
> in the fog of arousal, rising rapidly toward orgasm.
>
> The movement of his arm had shocked her to her core. Never had she been
> this mortified. She heard his breathing stop, and knew he was awake. He had
> to know what she had been doing. She was on the verge of tears when he
> moved his hand up to caress her face.
>
> What was he doing? He was kissing her! Slowly, she realized he was trying
> to calm her down. He knew she was embarrassed beyond all belief, and was
> trying to make her comfortable. He was trying to show her he didn't mind
> what she had been doing.
>
> Still in shock, surrendering to him, she went limp. She didn't care what
> happened, she didn't care whether it was wrong. Let him do what he wanted,
> because it felt too good to stop. If he wanted her virginity, it was his.
> When he began to masturbate her, the idea of it almost made her come on the
> spot. He brought her off quickly, and it was the most intense thing she'd
> ever felt, far better than her own orgasms. She was somewhat disappointed
> when he stopped, but going to sleep in his arms afterward was about the
> nicest experience of her young life.
>
> Of course, he had told her the next morning it could never happen again.
> She knew that, but she didn't like it. She knew Karen was getting it
> practically every night. She also knew there was no way Jack would be
> willing to make love to her if she gave him any choice. That didn't mean
> there wasn't a way to do it.
>
> The next day, while she had walked around the mall with him, she thought
> about what to do. Blackmailing him as Karen had done probably wouldn't
> work, although her mother would have a herd of cows if she knew the whole
> truth. In any case, she didn't think she was brave enough to do it. He
> would call her bluff, because he knew she wasn't willing to precipitate the
> uproar that would follow. Tricking him again seemed to be the only way.
>
> She was pretty sure she knew what had given her away that night. Her
> breasts, though hardly big, were larger than Karen's. When that happy state
> had first developed, she had been ready to burst with pride at the idea.
> Finally, she had something on her older sister. Now, it was a liability.
> But not an uncorrectable one.
>
> The other problem was her hair, which was considerably longer than Karen's.
> She liked it long, but it was sometimes a pain. She had considered cutting
> it shorter for a while. This was as good a reason as any. So on impulse,
> when Jack went off with Summer and Becky that day, Kelly went to get her
> hair cut. Jack hadn't seemed to see anything remarkable about the change.
> Karen made a smart remark about Kelly trying to imitate her, but otherwise
> didn't seem to care.
>
> Thereafter, she flirted with the idea of sneaking into his bed, but she
> couldn't quite work up the nerve to do it. She knew she had to go on some
> kind of a diet to shrink her breasts down to Karen's size first; until she
> did, the plan wouldn't work. So she used that as an excuse to
> procrastinate.
>
> Kelly was fifteen--well, almost--and she knew that was pretty young to be
> having sex. But how much difference did two and a half years make? Karen
> was seventeen and getting it on with great frequency. Hadn't Drew Barrymore
> lost her virginity at twelve or something? She figured that if she was
> going to be sleeping with him regularly, well, she was too young. But she
> only wanted it once. Just to see, right? This subterfuge of hers wouldn't
> work more than once anyway.
>
> For a few weeks, she considered sleeping with Tommy Ryan just to get it
> over with. She had necked with him a few times, but hadn't let him any
> further than feeling her breasts over her blouse. Tommy was her age, and
> she was certain he was as much a virgin as she was, no matter what the boys
> in her class liked to boast about. She was pretty sure he would have no
> idea what he was doing, and the experience would likely be a forgettable
> one. The other problem was that once she slept with him, he would want it
> again, probably on a regular basis. There was also the risk--the
> probability, really--that he would brag about it to his friends, and that
> was a risk she wasn't willing to take. She wasn't going to ruin her
> newfound popularity by becoming the class slut. The more she thought about
> it, the more she decided that Jack was the only reasonable possibility.
>
> The last week in January, she started her diet.
>
> ------------------------------------------------------------------------
>
> XXXV.
>
> In early February, the cheerleading squad went out of town for
> competitions, leaving Jack alone that weekend. He considered going out with
> some of the guys on the football team, but thought that a quiet night at
> home would be better. Kelly had been acting a little strangely toward him
> lately, and he wondered what she would do with Karen out of the house, but
> at the last minute, she announced that she was spending the night at a
> friend's house. So Jack and Marcia rented a couple of movies and stayed
> home watching TV.
>
> "You should be hearing from Annapolis pretty soon, don't you think?"
>
> "In a month or so, maybe."
>
> "We're all crossing our fingers. It would be so funny if you and Karen both
> went to school back there. I know one year doesn't make a lifetime, but I'm
> hoping we're going to stay in touch."
>
> "Of course. I couldn't have made it without you guys."
>
> Marcia was at the other end of the couch, and reached out to rub his arm.
>
> "You're so sweet."
>
> She got up to refill her glass of wine.
>
> "Would you like some, Jack?"
>
> "Umm . . ."
>
> "It's all right. There's no one here to tattle on us."
>
> "Okay."
>
> She returned with a glass for him. He took a small sip and set it down.
>
> "I'm so glad you're staying friends with Summer. I have to admit I had
> hopes for you two, but it's enough that you not turn your backs on each
> other entirely."
>
> "I still love her. I just don't know if we can make it work."
>
> "How is Becky?"
>
> "She's great. We're really good friends. We always have been. It's just
> different than it was with Summer."
>
> "Love can't survive without friendship. If you have that, you can build on
> it. My husband was always my best friend."
>
> "I'm sorry."
>
> "It's all right. I still miss him, though. Having you around has helped,
> actually."
>
> "Really?"
>
> "Yes. You know how you've helped the girls, and I really appreciate that,
> but you've also helped me. It's helped remind me of the good times I had
> with him, and stopped me from dwelling on the loss. I just see so much of
> him in you. I can't wait to see you in your uniform."
>
> "That's if I get in."
>
> "I know you will. It would be a crime if you didn't."
>
> Marcia polished off another glass of wine, and they watched the movie in
> silence for a while.
>
> "I do get lonely sometimes. I don't know if I could ever get married again.
> And I couldn't carry on a serious relationship without getting married. I
> won't set that kind of example for Karen and Kelly."
>
> "That's important."
>
> "Yes, it is. Children need good role models. I worried so much for so long
> about how they would deal with not having a father. You hear so much about
> women who grow up having poor relationships with their fathers becoming
> promiscuous and irresponsible, because they never had a healthy
> relationship with a man. That's why I'm so happy they have you."
>
> He squirmed, and she patted his leg. Then she got another glass of wine,
> emptying the bottle. He wasn't sure how much she'd had, but he could tell
> it was affecting her.
>
> "You could start dating again after they went to college, couldn't you?"
>
> "I suppose. It may be that I just haven't completely let go of him yet. I
> can't think of dating again without thinking of him."
>
> She sighed.
>
> "I never had a problem with the idea of one person for your entire life
> when I was younger. I was a virgin bride, and I never expected to be with
> anyone but him. And then he died, and now I'm only forty, and I can't
> believe I'll be alone the rest of my life."
>
> He swallowed hard, having no idea what to say. She noticed his discomfort,
> and reached up to put her hand on his cheek.
>
> "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be laying all this on you."
>
> "It's okay."
>
> "I envy you, you know. You have your whole life ahead of you, so many girls
> out there to meet and love. Don't be in such a hurry to settle down, okay?"
>
> "Okay."
>
> "Father Roberts has me pray a rosary when I start talking like this. What's
> your Penance for me?"
>
> "Um, I don't know. Don't be so hard on yourself."
>
> She smiled.
>
> "I'll try."
>
> She shifted herself on the couch and leaned back against him. Feeling
> awkward, he put his arm out and around her shoulder. She reached up to
> squeeze his hand briefly.
>
> "I'll be all right. Let's just finish the movie."
>
> She laid her head on his shoulder and was quiet thereafter. He tried to
> tell himself this was just friendly comforting; that she would never do
> anything with him such good friends with her daughters. But he also knew
> she was intoxicated, and he worried what that might do.
>
> When the movie ended, she didn't move. He turned off the VCR with the
> remote and sat there watching a late talk show with her.
>
> "Is this making you uncomfortable?" she said a little bit later.
>
> "No," he said a little too quickly.
>
> "We can go to bed--" She gasped. "I mean--you can go to sleep if you want."
>
> His stomach did a loop. A Freudian slip?
>
> "It's okay."
>
> "I'm sorry. It's just that I used to watch TV with him like this. I don't
> want to get up."
>
> She sat up, and he stretched out his stiff arm.
>
> "But we should. I'm being ridiculous here. I'm old enough to be your
> mother."
>
> He gulped. She smiled weakly.
>
> "This is the wine talking. I hope you know that."
>
> "I understand."
>
> She got up and carried their glasses to the sink. Jack shut off the TV and
> turned off the lights. At the top of the stairs, she stopped him.
>
> "Give me a hug, okay?"
>
> He did, and she held him tightly. But then she didn't let go right away. He
> looked down, and saw that her eyes were closed, and she was resting her
> forehead on his shoulder. He stood there, wondering what to do.
>
> Her arms relaxed, but she didn't completely let go of him. She held his
> waist, and, not sure what to do, he held on to hers.
>
> She looked up to him, putting her hand on his cheek. Then she leaned up and
> kissed him on the lips.
>
> Stunned, he froze for a moment, then returned the kiss, feeling like he had
> to. They kissed for about ten seconds before she withdrew.
>
> "I'm sorry," she said. "Are you okay?"
>
> "Yeah."
>
> "Don't think I'm trying to steal you from your girlfriends. I just need
> someone tonight. I can't go in there alone right now."
>
> She took his hands and pulled him back into her bedroom. His heart was
> pounding.
>
> "We'll just pretend this didn't happen tomorrow. I don't want to ruin what
> we have."
>
> "Okay."
>
> "If you don't want to do this, say so. I won't hold it against you."
>
> He took a deep breath. He really cared for Marcia, and knew what she was
> going through. But how could he sleep with her when he had already slept
> with Karen and nearly slept with Kelly? Yet how could he turn her down,
> when he knew if he did, she would probably cry herself to sleep tonight,
> both in grief and embarrassment? He couldn't do that to her.
>
> "It's all right."
>
> She kissed him again, and pushed him down on the end of the bed.
>
> "Let me go to the bathroom first."
>
> He sat there wondering what to do. He listened to her moving around in the
> bathroom for a few minutes. Then he heard the toilet flush, and the door
> opened.
>
> She was nude. She looked a lot like Karen, only somewhat fuller and not as
> tight and toned as a seventeen-year-old. He stood, and she walked up to
> him. He put his hands on her hips, and she began to undress him.
>
> She ran her hands over his chest as she pushed off his shirt. Then she
> unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. When he was as nude as she, they
> embraced. He ran his hands over her body as she did to him. Karen had
> gotten her butt from Marcia, and Marcia's was still very nice. He felt her
> breasts, wondering if Karen would feel like this in twenty years. He
> wondered if he would find out.
>
> Her hands came to rest on his penis, feeling it stiffen and rise. She
> stroked him a few times.
>
> "My goodness," she whispered. "I bet you get compliments in the locker
> room." She laughed at herself. "Let's lie down."
>
> He lay down on the bed, and she lay on her side next to him. She caressed
> his whole body slowly, and he knew she was trying to make up for seven
> years of celibacy.
>
> "Men have such different bodies than women. So much harder and bumpier."
>
> She leaned down and kissed him, and he tried to return her caresses. He
> felt all over her, stroking her breasts until the nipples were standing
> straight out--much like Karen's always did. He bent to suckle them, and she
> held his head.
>
> He wondered what else she liked to do, but knew she thought this was his
> first time, and he wouldn't be able to offer her much. He had to let her
> take the lead. But he couldn't resist reaching down to feel between her
> legs, figuring that he would have done it, first time or no. She lay there
> and let him explore her.
>
> When he began to stroke and caress her, she reached down to stroke his
> penis. They pleasured each other for a few minutes before she took his arms
> and pulled him toward her. He understood, and climbed on top of her.
>
> "Don't be embarrassed if this doesn't last very long," she said. "We have
> all night."
>
> "Okay."
>
> The truth was, he was used to the extended foreplay the girls enjoyed, and
> he was hardly about to shoot off. But he also realized she probably
> expected it. Anything else might raise some questions.
>
> She reached down to guide him into her, and he thrust up awkwardly. He
> wondered if she would feel looser than the young girls he was used to, but
> she didn't. She moaned as he filled her up, arching her back. She moved
> with him, rolling her hips as he thrust in and out of her. On one deep
> thrust, he suddenly felt her squeezing him. She did it again, then smiled
> up at him.
>
> "Do you like that? My husband did."
>
> He moaned, pretending to be amazed at it. In truth, it felt pretty good. He
> thrust faster, and she kept squeezing him, kept rolling her hips, holding
> him close to her and caressing his back. At that rate, and since he wasn't
> trying to hold back, it wasn't long before he neared orgasm.
>
> She seemed to notice, and rubbed his back rapidly a few times, apparently
> telling him it was okay. He drove faster, grunting, and finally buried
> himself deeply in her and let loose. She lay under him quietly, caressing
> him, and still squeezing him gently.
>
> A few minutes later, still inside her, he had a sudden perverted thought
> that wouldn't leave his head. He was inside the very channel where Karen
> and Kelly had emerged from years ago. He wasn't much of a baseball fan, but
> he couldn't help but think: two home runs and a triple. Three-for-three.
>
> "What are you smiling about?"
>
> "Nothing. Just that this was such a surprise."
>
> "Consider it my thanks for being so wonderful. You don't know what this
> means to me tonight."
>
> She kissed him, and he kissed her back. They kissed for a few minutes,
> while Jack remained within her, moving back and forth slowly. She began
> squeezing him again, and before he knew it, he was getting hard again. As
> he swelled inside her, she opened her eyes in surprise.
>
> "Oh, my. I'd forgotten what it was like to be your age."
>
> "I'm sorry."
>
> She laughed.
>
> "Don't apologize. It's wonderful."
>
> With more control now, he tried to actually make love to her inside of just
> pleasuring himself. She got more into it this time, asking him to move a
> certain way or another, then began gripping his buttocks tightly.
>
> "Yes, yes, yes, like that."
>
> He drove up at her rapidly, and in a minute, a long shudder racked her
> body, and a whine escaped her throat. He kept going, and so did she. She
> spread herself widely, urging him on, and a minute later thrashed in orgasm
> a second time. By now, he was getting close himself, and she held him
> closely, pulling him up into her. But she came a third time before he was
> able to, whimpering in pleasure as he squirted off inside her.
>
> They lay together for a long time after that, with her just feeling his
> body slowly.
>
> "I've missed this so much."
>
> "I like it."
>
> "I'm sure you do. You're going to be a wonderful lover. Whatever girl you
> marry will be very lucky."
>
> "Thanks."
>
> "You understand that this is just for tonight. It's not possible for us to
> do it again, for either of us."
>
> "I know."
>
> "I'm sure you can imagine how Karen or Kelly would react to this."
>
> That was putting it mildly, he thought. He nodded.
>
> She continued caressing him, and eventually, his penis began to stiffen and
> erect yet again. She noticed, smiling, and began stroking him. Then she
> repositioned herself and bent down to take him in her mouth.
>
> Moaning as if he had never experienced it before, he reached out and put
> his hand on her back. She worked on him for a long time, bobbing slowly,
> sucking and licking, nibbling on him. Finally, she leaned back, continuing
> to stroke him with her hand.
>
> "Do you like that?"
>
> He nodded.
>
> "Yeah."
>
> "I love it. It makes me happy to make you feel so good."
>
> She leaned back down and took him back into her mouth. He wasn't sure
> whether she wanted him to come, but he didn't want to, not yet. He pulled
> her off after a few minutes.
>
> "Can I . . . can I do that for you?" He tried to sound tentative.
>
> She smiled.
>
> "Okay."
>
> She leaned back next to him, and he rolled over between her thighs. She
> reached down to open herself with her fingers.
>
> "Very slowly. Just here on top. Don't get too excited or too rough with
> it."
>
> "Okay."
>
> He bent down to lick at her, tasting himself in her. He knew what Karen
> liked, and decided to forget playing the innocent. He worked on her
> diligently for a few minutes, keeping the pressure very light, as she had
> requested.
>
> "Oh, Jack . . . keep doing that."
>
> She took his hands in hers and squeezed them tightly. She began moving her
> hips in time with his strokes, breathing heavily. When she started to move
> faster, he matched her increase in speed. She let go of his hands and
> reached up to massage her breasts. He knew she was close now, and doubled
> his efforts to finish her off.
>
> She squeaked, and began to thrash, throwing her hips up rapidly at his
> face. He rode her spasms, continuing to lick at her. A few seconds later,
> she pushed him off, gasping for breath. Her thighs shook, and her body
> continued to twitch. When she settled down, and relaxed back into the bed,
> he leaned down and began to lick at her again. The reaction was instant and
> violent.
>
> "Oh! Oh!"
>
> She convulsed, holding her hands above his head in tense claws as if he
> were on the verge of hurting her. Then her hips began to move again, then
> thrash, and a minute later she erupted into orgasm again, twice as hard as
> the first time. Now she pushed him off and held him there, pulling him up
> on top of her to hug him. He kissed her for a few seconds, then laid his
> head on her shoulder.
>
> She held him for a minute or two, still twitching in the last vestiges of
> her climax. His cock was still erect, and she felt it hard against her
> thigh. She reached between them, repositioning him, and pulled him up into
> her.
>
> "One more time," she said softly, "then sleep."
>
> He was close after all the time she had spent sucking on him, but so was
> she. They were soon groaning and thrashing together, and he felt the
> wonderful ache of his third climax beginning, just as she cried out and
> clawed at his back. He thumped hard against her, squirting out the last of
> his semen. He slipped out of her a minute later, sliding to her side, and
> fell asleep.
>
> He awoke to her moving next to him. She was lying on her pillow, looking at
> him.
>
> "Good morning."
>
> "Hi."
>
> "You looked so handsome sleeping there. It was so nice not to wake up alone
> just this once."
>
> "I'm glad."
>
> She reached out to caress his cheek.
>
> "I don't expect you to completely understand, but this really meant
> something to me, even though we can't do it again. I felt so lonely last
> night I didn't know what to do. You really helped me. I think you'll
> understand one day."
>
> "I think I do."
>
> She leaned in to kiss him, and he hugged her. She moved against him,
> bumping against the morning erection he had. She laughed softly and reached
> down for it.
>
> "My husband loved to make love in the morning. I used to wake up to one of
> these almost every day. What is it about mornings that gives men
> erections?"
>
> "I don't know."
>
> "Neither do I. But I never cared. Come on."
>
> She pulled him on top of her, guiding him in. She was initially somewhat
> dry, but lubricated quickly. He was still sleepy, and not much for finesse,
> but she didn't seem to mind. After three times the night before, it took
> him a while to reach orgasm, and it was long enough for her to climax
> twice. He lay on top of her, breathing heavily, and she slowly stroked his
> back.
>
> "Kelly may be home soon," she said a while later.
>
> "Yeah."
>
> "You'd better go and mess up your bed. I'm going to have to change my
> sheets and open a window, or she'll get suspicious. Not that she would
> recognize the smell, but she might wonder what was going on in here."
>
> He laughed, nervously. Kelly might recognize more than she thought.
>
> "Okay."
>
> She kissed him one last time.
>
> "Thank you, Jack. I mean that."
>
> ------------------------------------------------------------------------
> XXXVI.
>
> Kelly in fact did notice something weird when she returned. It wasn't any
> sort of smell or anything of that nature. What she noticed was that her
> mother seemed happier and more content with herself than she'd been in
> years. When Kelly got back, Marcia gave her a hug and a kiss on the
> cheek--which she certainly did now and then--but her mood seemed just a
> little too chipper.
>
> Kelly sat in the living room watching television, listening to her mother
> whistle and hum to herself as she cleaned the house. Her forehead creased.
> Something was definitely up. It was as if aliens had come down and replaced
> her mother with some kind of Stepford wife.
>
> If I didn't know any better, she thought sarcastically, I'd think she had
> just gotten laid. A second later, a bolt of lightning went down her spine.
>
> Her mom and Jack had been home alone last night.
>
> Jack was already sleeping with Karen. He had come close to sleeping with
> Kelly.
>
> Had he gone for the trifecta?
>
> Kelly knew two of the Lynch women already found him irresistible. Could it
> be her mother shared their emotions? If Karen and Kelly both lusted after
> him, why couldn't she? She was human, after all, and had been alone since
> their dad died seven years before.
>
> She watched her mother working happily in the kitchen. As little experience
> as Kelly had with sex, something told her the conclusion was inescapable.
>
> Jack had slept with her mom.
>
> The idea just blew her away. Well, that settles it, she thought. I'm not
> going to be the only one left out here. If Mom and Karen are getting it,
> then goddamnit, so am I.
>
> Kelly had now lost about five pounds on her diet, and her breasts had
> shrunk somewhat. She wasn't about to feel up her sister, but she thought
> they were about the same now. Karen was coming home around five that
> afternoon, and she had a suspicion that her mother would sleep very soundly
> tonight. (That is, if she didn't entice Jack into her bed again--but that
> couldn't possibly happen now, not with both girls home. Her mother wouldn't
> take that risk.) If Karen didn't want any tonight--and Kelly suspected she
> would be pretty tired and sore after the cheerleading competition--now
> would be her chance. She went up to her room to think.
>
> She wondered if Jack would be angry with her. He hadn't seemed mad about
> their first night together, although he was definitely upset. That had been
> sort of an accident, though. He would know she had done this deliberately.
> Or would he? Maybe she could pretend it was happening again by accident.
> Would that work? It might, but it would mean she would have to be pretty
> passive, which might in itself tip him off. But Jack would know Karen was
> tired after her trip, and maybe he wouldn't expect much from her.
>
> He was going to know it was Kelly when he entered her, but by then it would
> be too late. She thought about breaking her hymen herself, but that seemed
> to defeat the whole purpose of it. Once he took her virginity, she could
> beg him not to leave her without anything to show for it. She thought she
> could guilt-trip him into finishing once he was inside her. Or she could
> just drop the bombshell about her mother. You did Mom and Karen, why not
> me? That ought to work.
>
> She was so excited about it she had to slip into the bathroom and get
> herself off.
>
> To say Jack was conflicted that day would be an enormous understatement. On
> one hand, he certainly understood about Marcia's loneliness and her need
> for intimacy last night. He had a hard time, at least looking at it in
> isolation, thinking that it was wrong. But come on, he thought to himself.
> You're sleeping with her daughter, not to mention two of her daughter's
> friends. He didn't need to open his Bible to know he was on dangerous
> ground here. What the hell would Father Roberts think about this? Hell, he
> thought it was insane himself. At least Marcia had assured him it could
> never happen again.
>
> Pretty much what he had told her other daughter a few months before, right?
>
> He tried to do what Marcia had said, and forget about it. It wasn't easy,
> but given time, he might be able to do it.
>
> Karen got home at six, and he was secretly pleased to see she seemed
> exhausted.
>
> "We came in third. The judges sucked."
>
> "Karen," Marcia said.
>
> "Sorry. But they did. We should have won."
>
> "I wish I could have seen you," Jack said.
>
> "I'm sorry I couldn't get off work, honey. I'm sure you were great."
>
> "We were. The coach was happy with us. I just wish we could have won."
>
> Jack inspected her medal.
>
> "Becky wanted you to call her."
>
> "Okay."
>
> He went upstairs to make the call.
>
> "Karen told me you guys took third place."
>
> "Yeah. I'm happy about it. Karen was pissed, though."
>
> "I know."
>
> "I missed you. What are you doing tonight?"
>
> "Seeing you."
>
> She giggled.
>
> "Just for a little while. I really am tired."
>
> "Want to come over?"
>
> "Sure. Let me change and I'll be over in a bit."
>
> Becky came over for dinner, and then the three of them watched TV with
> Kelly, who gave him a couple of strange looks during the evening. Around
> ten, Karen went up to bed and Jack walked Becky home. He kissed her a few
> times on the porch.
>
> "Who's your girlfriend?"
>
> "You are."
>
> "Say it again."
>
> "You're my girlfriend."
>
> "Oh, God. I'll never get tired of hearing that. Especially now that things
> are back to normal with Summer. I don't even care that you're sleeping with
> her, you know? Just being able to tell the world I'm Jack O'Leary's
> girlfriend is enough. To know that everyone knows I love you, and you love
> me."
>
> "It validates it. It didn't seem completely real before."
>
> "Right. Like it could evaporate because no one knew."
>
> He kissed her again.
>
> "Go to bed. I can tell you're tired."
>
> "Thanks. I'll do anything you want me to next time."
>
> She laughed.
>
> "Cya."
>
> He arrived home to find everyone in bed and most of the lights out. He
> undressed and slipped into bed himself.
>
> He was nearly asleep when he heard the bathroom door open, and felt someone
> slipping into bed next to him. He had, since that one incident of mistaken
> identity with Kelly, tried to ensure that it was Karen coming to bed with
> him if it was too dark to see. He couldn't-- for obvious reasons--say
> something like, "Karen, is that you?" so instead he had tried to initiate
> some (however brief) conversation to confirm her identity.
>
> "Couldn't sleep?"
>
> "Mm-mmm."
>
> She snuggled next to him, and he held her for a few minutes. Then she
> rolled over on her back, and he followed her over, leaning down to kiss
> her. It was obvious she was tired, because she wasn't particularly active
> tonight. He had a sudden feeling that something might be wrong--Kelly had
> acted this way that one night. But he had by then begun fondling her
> breasts, and she definitely didn't feel like Kelly. So he pulled off her
> pajama top, and moved down to suckle her nipples. She began to get more
> into it then, especially when he slipped a hand between her legs to
> masturbate her. When she seemed wet enough, he slid off her pajama bottoms.
> She lay still as he did it, and he sensed that she was apparently in the
> mood for just a quickie, as she sometimes was when she was tired.
>
> He rolled on top of her, and she spread her legs for him as he did. He
> thrust forward, bending down to kiss her. There was some initial
> resistance, and she was tighter than she usually was. He grinned to
> himself, thinking Karen was trying to squeeze herself tightly as she had
> begun doing lately. So he pushed harder, forcing himself into her. The head
> of his penis moved in, and there was a sudden breaking sensation. She let
> out a quiet squeak and dug her nails into his waist as he filled her.
>
> For a split-second, he was confused. Then he realized what had happened.
>
> "Oh, fuck," he said for the first time in his life. "Please, God, no."
>
> She lay still, putting her arms around him and holding him.
>
> "Please. Please don't stop."
>
> It wasn't Karen.
>
> "Oh, my God."
>
> "I'm sorry."
>
> "Why?"
>
> "Does it matter now?"
>
> "We can't do this."
>
> "We are. It's too late. I don't want it all the time like Karen. I just
> wanted you to be the first. Please don't stop now. You can't just kick me
> out after that."
>
> He sighed, and his long abused conscience screamed at him. She's fourteen
> years old! Never mind that her birthday is next month; she's not fifteen
> yet. And even fifteen is too damn young. But she had a point. He couldn't
> just stop and send her away after taking her virginity. She had him and she
> knew it.
>
> She tried to move herself against him, and hugged him.
>
> "Please. Please."
>
> He withdrew and began moving in her slowly. She sighed and held him close
> to her. She was so tight he was afraid to do anything for fear of tearing
> her apart.
>
> "This has to be hurting you."
>
> "It does a little. But it feels good."
>
> He tried not to thrust at her too hard or too far in. He knew from
> experience what Karen and Marcia liked; they were similar in their
> reactions. He figured Kelly might want it the same way. The problem was
> that both of them liked to be penetrated deeply, and he was afraid he would
> hurt her doing it.
>
> He pushed slowly up, bit by bit until he was nearly all the way in.
>
> "Does that hurt?"
>
> She moaned and dug her nails into his back.
>
> "More."
>
> He bottomed out, feeling the top of her vagina. She gasped when he did it,
> jerking under him. He withdrew and repeated the motion slowly, trying to
> get her used to the invasion. After a minute of it, he recognized the same
> signs of incipient climax that he often saw in Karen. She began to breath
> faster, whimpering, gripping his back. He worked on her a bit faster, still
> concerned about hurting her, but she seemed to be enjoying it. Finally, a
> tremor passed through her, and she hugged him tightly. He kept moving,
> doing the things he knew Karen liked, and another orgasm racked her body a
> minute later. Then he slowed, moving up to kiss her gently.
>
> "Mmm."
>
> "Are you okay?"
>
> "Wonderful," she murmured. "Do that again."
>
> He resumed working on her, having controlled his movements enough that he
> was nowhere near orgasm. A few minutes later, he brought her off a third
> time, marveling at how similar her reactions were to Karen and Marcia.
>
> "Did you come?" she asked when she'd caught her breath.
>
> "No. I don't want to hurt you."
>
> "I don't care. It won't be the same if you don't."
>
> He moved a little faster, thinking that he might be able to do it.
>
> "You have to stop me if it's hurting you."
>
> "Okay."
>
> He tried, but as he thrust faster, he could tell she was in pain, and
> stopped himself. He could just barely see the disappointed look on her
> face.
>
> "It's all right."
>
> "Do you . . . do you want me to suck you? Would that do it?"
>
> In for a penny, in for a pound, he thought.
>
> "Only if you feel up to it."
>
> "I'll try."
>
> He rolled off of her, and she sat up next to him.
>
> "What do I do?"
>
> "Like this."
>
> He took her finger and sucked on it, trying to demonstrate.
>
> "Um, okay."
>
> She bent down, gingerly taking him into her mouth. He felt her gag
> slightly, but she held on. She seemed to get the knack of it fairly quickly
> though, and she brought him close to orgasm in a few minutes. When he got
> almost to the brink, he stopped her.
>
> "What?"
>
> "You know what's going to happen, right?"
>
> "Your . . . your come? Yeah. It's okay."
>
> She bent back down and resumed working on him. A few seconds later, he
> squirted off in her mouth. She squeaked when it started, but stayed with
> it. He felt her swallow awkwardly when it was over, then sat back to lie
> next to him. She put her head on his shoulder and her arm on his chest.
>
> "You never answered my question."
>
> "What was it?"
>
> "Why did you do this?"
>
> "Because I wanted you to be the first, like I said. And because you did it
> with Karen and Mom and I didn't want to be the only one left out."
>
> He felt as if she had just slugged him in the stomach.
>
> "What?"
>
> "I could tell. When I got home this morning."
>
> "How?"
>
> "She was too happy and silly. Like she was my age or something. And right
> after you two had been alone last night, well, it was pretty obvious
> something had happened."
>
> "Oh, God."
>
> "I won't tell anyone. She doesn't know I know."
>
> "You don't find this weird? Doing it with me the night after I did it with
> your mother?"
>
> "Maybe a little. But you'd already been doing it with Karen. And I'm happy
> for her. She's been so lonely. I haven't seen her as happy as she was today
> in a long time."
>
> "It wasn't anything intentional. It just happened. I wasn't trying to
> seduce her."
>
> "I know. I know you wouldn't do that."
>
> "You shouldn't sleep here again. It's too much of a risk."
>
> "Okay. Are you still mad at me?"
>
> "No. It happened. I can deal with it. Was it worth it for you?"
>
> "Yeah. It was really good, even if it hurt a little."
>
> "Sore?"
>
> "Yeah. But it's okay."
>
> "Sorry."
>
> She kissed him on the neck.
>
> "Thanks. Bye."
>
> She got up and went back to the bathroom.
>
> ------------------------------------------------------------------------
>
> XXXVII.
>
> A few minutes later, when he was sure Kelly was in bed, he got up and
> washed himself off, not wanting to keep smelling her and having to think
> about what he had just done.
>
> He thought about the day he had arrived at the house the previous August.
> He had found all three of them attractive, despite his attempts not to.
> Karen was the one he had thought about the most, simply because she was his
> age, but he had given some thought to Marcia, and to a lesser extent,
> Kelly, too. He hadn't ever seriously thought anything might happen with all
> three of them.
>
> In the beginning, he could have blamed Karen for this, but no longer. Her
> initial childish threat to tattle on him had long since lost all its teeth.
> She loved him now, and he knew she would rather die than hurt his chances
> with the Naval Academy or do anything that would take him away from her.
> What kept this going was Jack's web of deceptions.
>
> Hadn't Jesus said something about that? It had been so long since he read
> his Bible regularly. He had stopped doing it out of guilt. Maybe it was
> Shakespeare: "What a tangled web we weave . . ." He wasn't sure which play
> that was from, but it hardly mattered. This thing seemed to be unraveling
> slowly. Kelly had figured it all out; how long before someone else did? Joe
> Dickson no doubt had his suspicions, even if Jack had cowed him into
> submission.
>
> There really was only one way out of it: to break it off with all of them
> and ask God for forgiveness. Could he do that? Could he really walk up to
> Summer and Becky and Karen and say, "I love you, but- -"
>
> "Hi."
>
> He jumped. Karen was standing in the doorway to their room, brushing her
> tousled hair back out of her face. Since Kelly had cut hers shorter, Karen
> had begun growing it out, and it was now past her shoulders.
>
> "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. But you woke me up."
>
> "I was just in here thinking. Sorry about that."
>
> She shut the door and came over to lean against his bare chest. He put his
> arms around her and held her.
>
> "I missed you."
>
> "You too."
>
> He closed his eyes and took in the feel of her against him. No doubt about
> it. He could sooner rip out his own heart than let go of her.
>
> "Couldn't sleep?" she asked.
>
> "Not really."
>
> "Thinking about your folks?"
>
> "Sort of."
>
> "I remember how it was. I either slept like I was dead or I was awake until
> 3 a.m. I didn't learn until later how depression can mess up your sleep
> habits. It's normal. You'll get through it."
>
> "I'm okay."
>
> She leaned back and took his hands in hers, smiling.
>
> "Come here. I have just the thing to cheer you up."
>
> She pulled him into his room, shutting off the bathroom light as she went.
>
> "I thought you were tired."
>
> "I am. But I love you."
>
> She pulled off her nightshirt and embraced him. He ran his hands over her
> back and her wonderful butt. She pushed down his shorts, and they leaned
> naked against each other. She kissed his neck, softly caressing his sides.
>
> "You want to try something weird?"
>
> "Like what?"
>
> "I don't know. Whatever you want. Pretend I'm a call girl, and you've just
> paid a thousand bucks to have me for the night. I'll do whatever you want
> me to."
>
> His penis had returned to erection, and she reached between them to stroke
> it gently.
>
> "You could tie me up. Although you did that with Summer."
>
> "I could do it with you, too."
>
> "Mmm. I was thinking something new and shocking, though."
>
> She raised her head from his chest and smiled at him.
>
> "I know. Want me to go get Kelly?"
>
> "What?"
>
> Shocking, indeed, but then he knew she expected him to be shocked.
>
> "I know she wants it. What do you say? Interested in a little sister
> threesome?"
>
> "Uh . . . um. Kelly isn't bi- . . . is she?"
>
> "I don't know. Wanna find out?"
>
> She stared at him for a second, then giggled.
>
> "I'm kidding. Forget that she's too young, I have no interest in getting it
> on with my sister."
>
> He let out a breath.
>
> "Okay. You scared me there for a minute."
>
> "Would you do it with her?"
>
> "Uh . . . not willingly. She's too young." That was the truth, he thought.
>
> She lowered her head again.
>
> "Hmm. I'm thinking, though."
>
> "What?"
>
> "If I really was a call girl, I'd do what you paid me to do. I would have
> done perverted stuff in the past, and wouldn't care so much about it."
>
> "What do you mean?"
>
> She looked up at him again, tossing her hair back.
>
> "Do you want to do it with me and Kelly? Say you've just met us, and we're
> both high-class call girls who happen to be sisters. You get a perverted
> idea in your brain and decide to pay to have us both at once. Would you
> enjoy that?"
>
> "Would you do that?"
>
> "It's my job. I do what I'm paid to do."
>
> "I'm serious."
>
> "So am I. For tonight, at least. We've been getting kind of tame lately,
> ever since we got all lovey-dovey. I want to get wild like we used to. I
> want to pull a muscle and get all bruised like you used to do to me. I want
> to be perverted tonight."
>
> "But with Kelly?"
>
> "If she's interested. Which I know she will be. It's up to you."
>
> "Becky and Summer wouldn't like this."
>
> "I'm sure you have a few secrets with them. This will just be a little
> thing between us, just for tonight. I won't tell, and I know Kelly won't."
>
> "But would she be willing to do this . . . with you?"
>
> "Let me tell you something about my sister. She may be fourteen-
> going-on-fifteen, but she's as sex-obsessed as I ever was. She keeps a
> diary, you know that? She doesn't know I know where she hides it, but I do.
> I read it now and then. You should read some of her fantasies. This would
> be pretty tame compared to some of the stuff she writes about."
>
> "Is there stuff about me?"
>
> "Of course. It's hardly all about you, but there's plenty. So I know she'd
> do this. What do you say?"
>
> Jack couldn't believe he was even considering this. Five minutes before he
> had been thinking about breaking it off with all of them. Now he was about
> to engage in an incestuous threesome.
>
> She poked him.
>
> "Earth to Jack. Yes or no?"
>
> "Okay."
>
> She grinned, sucking in a breath.
>
> "Oh, wow. I was thinking you were about to turn me down."
>
> "We don't have to."
>
> "No, no. You're the customer; I'm the call girl. Just give me a second."
>
> She took a big breath and bit her lip.
>
> "Okay. Be right back. Cross your fingers. If you hear her screaming in
> horror, get ready to run."
>
> She went into the bathroom, and he stood there, not believing this was
> happening. In a moment or two, he could hear whispering through the door.
>
> Kelly had gone swiftly to sleep in her post-orgasmic bliss. But she had
> immediately begun to dream about what they had done, and other things they
> could have done. It got rougher, and Jack seemed to be throwing her around.
>
> No. Someone was shaking her arm. Her eyes opened and she saw Karen kneeling
> next to her bed. It took her a second or two to realize in the dark that
> she was naked.
>
> "Hi."
>
> Still half-asleep, and not sure she wasn't still dreaming, she stretched
> and moaned.
>
> "What?"
>
> "I'm here to fulfill your fantasies."
>
> That got her awake. Why was Karen naked next to her bed in the middle of
> the night?
>
> "What? What do you mean?"
>
> "I know you lust after Jack. And tonight I'm in the mood to be generous. I
> feel like giving him a threesome with the two of us. I know it would be
> your first time, but what do you think?"
>
> She shook her head. Was she really awake? She glanced at the door.
>
> "Where is he?"
>
> "Waiting for us. I bounced it off him first."
>
> "You did?"
>
> "Yeah. I'm pretending we're hookers, and he hired us to get it on at the
> same time. I wasn't sure if he would go for it, but he did."
>
> "He wants to do it with me?"
>
> "Well, I don't know about you specifically, but he's interested in both of
> us at once."
>
> "But . . . would this be like you guys . . . the squad? What you told me
> you do with Becky and Summer when you do it with Jack?"
>
> "Only if you're willing to. But I figure, if we're call girls, we do what
> we're paid for, right?"
>
> Kelly could feel the thrill of this idea spreading through her. Jack wanted
> her again. Karen didn't know about their encounter earlier that night, but
> after this, it wouldn't matter. And ever since Jack had told her the truth
> about them, Kelly had wondered whether she was bi- like Karen. She didn't
> know how she was supposed to find out, since she had no idea what her
> girlfriends were into, not that she was about to ask them. She didn't feel
> disgusted at the idea of sleeping with another girl, it even seemed a
> little intriguing, but did that make her bi-? Wasn't it supposed to be some
> sick compulsion that made you do things whether you wanted to or not?
> Sister Catherine had talked about lesbianism like that.
>
> Now maybe she could find out, even if it was with her sister. They had
> masturbated together several times after that first night, and even once
> masturbated each other. It hadn't seemed wrong, not any more wrong than
> playing nurse and doctor together when they were younger. When Marcia had
> given them a book on the "facts of life" a few years back, they had spent
> some time examining each other as they read through it.
>
> "So, what do you think? Interested?"
>
> "Um. Okay."
>
> Karen grinned.
>
> "Oh, God. Okay, come on."
>
> Karen stood up, pulling Kelly with her. Kelly got out of bed, and Karen
> pulled off Kelly's pajamas. She appraised Kelly's naked body, smiling.
>
> "I think you're old enough for this now."
>
> Jack stood nervously in his room wondering what was going on. In a few
> minutes, he heard someone coming back in. Karen came through the door
> holding Kelly's hand. Kelly grinned at him, embarrassed.
>
> "Here we are," Karen said.
>
> "Hi," Kelly said.
>
> "Hi. Try not to be too nervous."
>
> "I'm not nervous. I'm excited."
>
> "Okay, Mr. Big Shot," Karen said. "You bought us for the night; what do you
> want us to do?"
>
> "Umm."
>
> Impossible perversions ran through his head, things he couldn't believe he
> was imagining. But he knew Karen would do what he told her to.
>
> "Why don't you have her first?" Karen said. "She may be a call girl, but
> you're her first customer, so be gentle with her."
>
> "Okay."
>
> "Let me warm her up."
>
> She led Kelly to the bed and pushed her down on the edge. Kelly complied
> tentatively, and Karen knelt in front of her. As Jack watched in amazement,
> Karen leaned in and kissed her tenderly, pecking her on the lips as she
> reached up to cup Kelly's breasts. Kelly remained still, breathing hard.
>
> Karen kissed her more deeply now, using her tongue, as she tweaked Kelly's
> nipples. Then she leaned back, stroking Kelly's arms.
>
> "Okay?"
>
> "Yeah."
>
> She leaned in to kiss her again, then moved down to lick her nipples. She
> teased her gently with the tip of her tongue, running it in circles around
> the nipple until it erected. Jack sat next to them to watch more closely.
> Kelly hung her head back, sighing. Karen began sucking on Kelly's breasts
> now, pulling the flesh into her mouth as she worked it with her tongue.
> Jack reached out to caress Kelly's face, trying to calm her.
>
> He looked down to see that Karen had begun to stroke lightly between
> Kelly's legs, brushing her fingers over her labia. Kelly whimpered, and put
> her hands gingerly on Karen's shoulders.
>
> Karen worked on her for a few minutes until Kelly's nipples were dark and
> swollen. Then she withdrew.
>
> "Lean back against Jack."
>
> She guided Kelly backwards, pushing her against Jack's chest. Jack put his
> arms around her as Karen slid lower, moving her head between Kelly's
> thighs. When she began to lick, Kelly sucked in a breath, tensing up. Jack
> took her hands, and she squeezed him tightly.
>
> Karen stroked Kelly gently with her tongue, wondering why she didn't feel
> particularly weird about this, although it certainly had a wonderful sting
> of perversion to it. She supposed it was incest, but oh well. Wasn't the
> point of incest being wrong to prevent deformed babies or something? She
> wasn't about to get Kelly pregnant, so what did it matter?
>
> As Kelly began to react, writhing and twisting in the sensations of this
> new experience, Karen realized she liked it. It gave her a feeling of power
> to make her sister get all twitchy and out of control. She licked at her
> with greater vigor, enjoying Kelly's reactions.
>
> Jack watched Karen licking eagerly away at her sister, and, for a moment,
> was filled with disgust with himself. But his cock was so hard it hurt, and
> if he had to lie to some people, at least he wouldn't lie to himself. He
> was getting off on this.
>
> He could tell Kelly was near orgasm by now, and so, apparently, could
> Karen. She pulled back suddenly, and Kelly squirmed in frustration.
>
> "She's ready for you now. "
>
> Kelly twisted back onto the bed, pulling Jack on top of her. He rolled
> over, positioning himself over her, and felt Karen reaching between them to
> grab his penis.
>
> "Let me help."
>
> He moved up, letting her put him into position. Then Karen climbed onto the
> bed next to them, pulling Kelly back onto her chest.
>
> "Okay. Let's do it."
>
> Jack pushed forward, feeling the swollen tightness of Kelly's sex. She
> started when he entered her, but he wasn't sure if she was acting for
> Karen's benefit or really in pain. When he got all the way inside her,
> Karen pulled him down to kiss her.
>
> "Is she tight?"
>
> "Mmm. Very."
>
> "Don't hurt her."
>
> "I won't."
>
> Kelly moaned, pulling Jack back over to her. He set to work, occasionally
> looking over at Karen, who was watching them raptly, and fondling Kelly's
> breasts as he thrust at her. He knew now what she liked, and was able to
> bring her to a quick orgasm after Karen's attentions.
>
> Karen squirmed out from under Kelly, and rolled over to kiss her deeply for
> a few seconds. Then she rolled on her back and pulled Jack on top of her.
>
> "My turn."
>
> Jack withdrew and slid over on top of her, pushing into her with a single
> movement. She was much wetter than he expected, and she squeezed him
> tightly with her internal muscles.
>
> "Mmm. Tight?"
>
> "I love it."
>
> "Fuck me, then."
>
> He ground into her, thrusting roughly at her. He was finally able to
> release the brakes after several hours of restraint for Kelly's sake. He
> knew she wanted it athletic, so he gave it to her.
>
> He reached down to pull up one leg, putting it on his shoulder. She
> groaned, pulling him closer. She pulled up the other leg, folding herself
> in half. Spread open like that, he was able to fill her completely. He
> looked over at Kelly, watching them raptly.
>
> "Harder," she moaned. "Fuck me harder."
>
> He wrapped his arms around her legs, lifting her off the bed as he scooted
> forward. She moaned, throwing her arms back to the corner of the bed to
> brace herself as he thumped at her.
>
> Suddenly she reached for Kelly, pulling her closer.
>
> "What?"
>
> "Sit on my face. Let me eat you while he fucks me."
>
> Glancing at Jack, Kelly complied. Karen attacked her with her tongue as
> soon as she was in position, and Kelly leaned against the headboard, biting
> at her hand. Jack buried himself inside Karen, feeling his cock hit bottom.
> He pushed harder, and she convulsed, shaking.
>
> He withdrew, trying Kisu's rhythm on her, a few shallow thrusts followed by
> a violent penetration as far in as he could get. Both Karen and Kelly were
> moaning now, approaching climax together. So too was Jack, mesmerized by
> the incestuous scene before him. Kelly's butt began to shake rapidly over
> Karen's tongue, and Karen quickly followed her. When both girls were hard
> into their orgasms, Jack finally joined them. They climaxed together for
> five or ten seconds, before collapsing into a mass of sweaty flesh.
>
> Karen and Kelly squirmed around until they were lying on opposite sides of
> him.
>
> "That was what I was missing," Karen said a few minutes later.
>
> "I thought he was hurting you."
>
> "He was. I like it that way. Doesn't he have a big dick?"
>
> "Uh-huh."
>
> Karen writhed next to him.
>
> "Suck him. Get him back up. He hasn't gotten his money's worth yet."
>
> Kelly grinned, sitting up and twisting down to Jack's penis.
>
> "Wait. Let me show you how he likes it."
>
> Karen sat up on the other side, taking his penis in her hand. She bent
> down, running her tongue around it a few times before taking most of it in
> her mouth and bobbing rapidly.
>
> "Keep your lips tight, and your tongue against him. Move your tongue around
> while you're doing it."
>
> Kelly leaned over and tried to repeat Karen's actions, with somewhat less
> skill. Karen took over and worked on him briefly. Then she passed it back
> to Kelly. For a few minutes, they worked on him in tandem until his
> erection had returned.
>
> "Now what do you want us to do?" Karen asked.
>
> "Maybe the reverse of the last one."
>
> "You mean, do Kelly while she does me?"
>
> "Yeah. If you can," he said to Kelly.
>
> "Umm, okay. Sure."
>
> Karen leaned back to the end of the bed, positioning herself in front of
> Kelly. Jack sat up, moving behind Kelly and pulling her to her hands and
> knees. She bent forward to lick at Karen, who reached out to brush Kelly's
> hair with her fingers.
>
> "Just like I was doing. You know what would feel good for you."
>
> He could see Kelly's head moving slightly, and Karen relaxed, closing her
> eyes. Jack positioned his cock between Kelly's buttocks and slipped into
> her.
>
> She was more open in this position, and maybe getting more used to it by
> now. He thrust back and forth, simply enjoying her tight wetness, and
> watching her pleasure Karen. This was his third time of the evening--and
> fourth of the day, since he'd done it with Marcia that morning--and he
> wasn't sure he was going to be able to get off with Kelly. So he simply
> worked on her as he watched Karen getting more and more aroused, finally
> grabbing Kelly's hair in her hands and thrusting up with her hips. She came
> once, then twice, before pushing Kelly away.
>
> When Karen had recovered, she twisted around, sliding head first under
> Kelly.
>
> "What are you doing?"
>
> "I'm going to lick you while he fucks you. You can lick me too if you
> want."
>
> He saw Karen's face appear between his legs, and felt her licking at the
> join. Kelly moaned, settling herself down on Karen's face. A moment later,
> she bent down to resume licking at Karen.
>
> The sight of these two sisters gone topsy-turvy on each other as he thrust
> into one of them renewed Jack's arousal. Within a minute, he felt Kelly
> shuddering in orgasm from his and Karen's attentions. Then Karen stopped
> licking them momentarily, clawing at his thighs as Kelly brought her off
> again. That did it for him. He lost control briefly, thrusting rapidly at
> Kelly, and squirted off inside her. She whimpered as he did, though if in
> pleasure or pain, he was unable to tell.
>
> Both of them were lying on his chest.
>
> "That will be two thousand bucks," Karen said.
>
> "Take a check?"
>
> "From you? Right."
>
> Kelly squirmed, snuggling against him.
>
> "I'm sleepy. Be quiet."
>
> "Mmm. Me too."
>
> Jack held them for a moment.
>
> "I don't think sleeping in here is such a great idea."
>
> "But doing us both at once is?" Karen asked. "I've spent the night in here
> before."
>
> Jack froze for a moment in fear that Kelly would say something similar. But
> she didn't.
>
> "Okay. But we can't sleep late."
>
> "Duh. Good night."
>
> Kelly was unable to get to sleep crowded into his bed, and went back to
> hers about ten minutes later. While the sheets were back, Karen noticed a
> dark spot in the middle of the bed. When Kelly was back in the other room,
> she pulled back the covers and pointed it out to him.
>
> "Look at that. I bet it was Kelly."
>
> "Yeah." Just not quite from what you think it was, he thought.
>
> "I hope you didn't hurt her. I mean, she is just fourteen, and you're so
> damn big."
>
> "I think it's normal. You bled your first time, too."
>
> "I did?"
>
> "Yeah. I noticed it the next morning."
>
> "Wow. What did you do?"
>
> "I washed the sheets before your mom saw it."
>
> She stretched out, clinging to him.
>
> "I love you."
>
> "I love you, too."
>
> "I can't believe we did this. I bet tomorrow I'm going to go crazy at the
> idea. I had sex with my sister. God."
>
> "God had nothing to do with it."
>
> She nuzzled his neck.
>
> "Love makes you crazy. I'd do anything for you, you know? Anything."
>
> "I know. I would for you."
>
> "Mmm. Sleep. Love you."
>
> "You too."
>
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