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Brenda's Conquest - 7 (Mf, ff)
by Tom Bombadil  (c) Aug 1996

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Chapter 7 of 9

Disclaimer:  All the standard rules apply.  If you are offended by
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This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions
described by me coming straight out of my imagination.  As a work of
fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or
actions described, nor does it relate to any type of real events in my
life, or known to me in the lives of any of my friends or relatives.

You've been warned.

In this chapter - Lunch, a busy afternoon, voyeurs, a shower

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Richard opened the door and looked around the porch.  Vicky was there,
sitting curled up in Mary's lap in one chair, while Caitlin was
stretched out in another chair.  All three had been crying, that was
obvious.

"Lunch is ready, if anyone's interested."

He got two nods and a subdued uh-huh for a reply.

He returned to the kitchen, where Brenda was still pouting.  Lunch,
consisting of fresh deli buns, corned beef, ham, salami, Swiss and
cheddar cheeses, and various drinks, was ready.

"Come on, Brenda, quit pouting.  I'll pick some up next time I'm
shopping.  I promise!  I've never seen anyone put on such a display
over a little thing."  Richard couldn't help laughing.

"Don't laugh at me!  It's not funny!  I mean, how can you possibly
survive without it?  Isn't there a law somewhere that you gotta have
ketchup in the fridge?  If there isn't, I'll make one!"

"I think you're being more than a little silly.  Don't you think so
too?"

She grinned.  "I guess.  I just can't believe there's anyone that
doesn't have ketchup.  Whaddaya do when you eat hot dogs?"

"I use relish and onion."

"Eeew.  Onion?  I'm never gonna kiss you after you've had a hot dog."

"Why don't you head home and get some?  While you're there, invite
your Dad over for lunch.  Your Mom's already here, so he's probably
feeling abandoned."

"Okay!"  She ran off.

Lunch was quiet, without much talking.  Vicky, Caitlin and Mary were
still feeling the after-effects of their morning chat.  Richard,
Brenda, and Will talked a bit about Richard's job, the classes he was
still taking, Will's business, and a bit about Brenda's school work.

After lunch, Richard insisted everyone was to come back for dinner.
He'd picked up some steaks, so they'd have a nice barbecue to finish
off the weekend.  It was agreed - barbecue at six.  Especially since
they all needed to do some serious talking.  Mary told everyone about
Vicky's grounding, saying that if they needed to know why, they could
ask Vicky.

After lunch, Mary and Will went home (next door, such a long trip),
Brenda stayed and helped Richard clean up, and Vicky and Caitlin
disappeared.

When they were done, Richard asked Brenda.  "Any idea where our
sisters have gotten to?"

Brenda laughed.  "Richard, think.  They're new lovers.  This is their,
uh, second day together?  Last one for two weeks.  Where would you be,
down at the supermarket?"

"Ouch!  You got me on that one.  Just remember, I'm not as young as
you. It'll take me some time to get used to this.  A few days ago I
still thought you three were sweet innocent little kids.  Now I know
better.  You're all horny little she-devils in disguise!"

"Right.  And don't you forget it!  Now then, we've got oodles of time
before supper, and I'm not gonna waste it either!  Besides, you still
owe me a nice shower.  Come on, and don't you dare make a fuss!"

When they got to the top of the stairs, they could both hear the moans
and whimpers coming from Caitlin's room at the end of the hall.

"It looks like our sisters have a head start on us.  Wanna go peek?"

"Brenda!"

"Spoilsport."  Brenda followed Richard to his bedroom, then turned and
ran down the hall.

Richard turned when he heard her footsteps.  "Brenda!  No!"  he said
in a loud whisper.

She ignored him and opened the door to Caitlin's room.  "Okay you two.
Remember, it's mine and Richard's turn for a shower.  You get the
leftovers."  It was an interesting view.  Caitlin was spread-eagled on
the bed, hands grabbing at the top corners, knees bent, with thighs
wide open.  Her eyes were open, but glazed over and unfocussed.
Vicky's face was buried deep in her crotch, moving up and down very
quickly.  Caitlin didn't notice Brenda, but Vicky looked up at her
sister, her face wet, glistening with Caty's juices.  She smiled and
nodded.

Turning back toward Richard, she shut the door again.  The noises in
the room, silenced for a few seconds, started up again.

"See, they hardly noticed."

"That's supposed to be something private!  No spectators.  Now promise
me you won't do that again."

"Nope, can't promise that."

"Brenda, please!"

"All right.  How about this then.  I promise if either of them tells
me to get out and stay out, I will.  I won't do it again.  And you can
tell them both about my promise.  Will that do?"

"That's not the same thing.  I don't like the idea of you just peeking
in on them whenever you feel like it.  Besides, it might give them
ideas. What if one of them decided to look in on us when we're ... uh
... doing ... whatever."

Brenda smiled, very seductively at Richard.  "That might be fun. I've
given you my promise, and that's as good as it gets.  It works both
ways.  If they tell me to stay out of their room, then they have to
stay out of our room.  Okay?"

"I guess."

"Now, you just stand there and don't move a muscle!"

Richard watched as she turned up the heat (again?) and walked back
toward him, wiggling her hips.  She wrapped her arms around him and
gave him a hug.  When he went to put his arms around her, she hissed
at him "Don't you dare move until I tell you to!"  He dropped his arms
back by his sides.

She began by slowly sliding down his front.  When her head reached his
crotch, she nuzzled him with her face, outlining his hardening cock
with her nose and her chin.  Undoing his shoes, she tugged up on one
leg.  "Lift."  He obediently lifted that leg, putting one hand on her
head for balance.  When she'd stripped off his shoe and sock, she had
him lift the other leg, repeating the performance.

For a few minutes, she caressed his feet, playing with each toe,
massaging his ankles, and running her hands partway up his calves.
Sliding back up his body, she paused for a moment to nuzzle his now
fully-hardened member.  Reaching up over her head, she undid his belt.

Standing up straight, she slowly pulled his shirt up and out from his
pants.  Undoing the bottom couple of buttons, she slipped her arms
inside his shirt and ran her hands around his lower stomach, sides,
and back.  Pulling her arms out, she undid the next button, sliding
her arms back inside for more caresses, this time slightly higher.

Richard's breathing was getting heavy.  Brenda's caresses felt like
feather touches on his skin, so light and so cool, but where she
touched, his skin burned.  He could feel that heat burning inward,
centring on his groin, building up pressure oh so slowly.  The bulge
in the front of his pants was getting bigger and starting to get
uncomfortable.

She took an agonizingly long time to remove his shirt, finally sliding
it down his arms and off his wrists.  She paused to suck every
fingertip on each of his hands.  Reaching up, she teased and tickled
his nipples, stopping to nibble and lick one of them.

Electric shocks were running from his nipples to his groin, each time
she licked or pinched one.  He still had his pants and shorts on, but
he felt like he was close to cumming!  He moaned.  "God you're making
me hot! Much more, and I'll be cumming in my pants!"

"Don't you dare.  I've got something else in mind for that."

To Richard's relief, she did stop playing with his nipples.  Walking
around behind him, she was now stroking and touching his back, using
the tips of her fingers, trying to memorize every bump, every groove,
every muscle and bone there, seeing where he was sensitive.  He tried
very hard to control himself, especially when she found the ticklish
spots.

Once she was satisfied with his back, she moved around to the front.
Lowering herself down, she once again nuzzled his groin, massaging his
aching, hardened cock.  Richard groaned.  This was definitely getting
to him.  Undoing his pants and pulling down the zipper, she slid her
thumbs under his belt, one on either side, and reached around behind
him, loosening his pants on the way.

Reaching as far around him as she could, she held him in a tight hug,
cheek resting against his stomach, just above his crotch.  Knees
bending, she began to tug and pull his pants down, not releasing her
hug, head still pressed against him.  As his pants went down, so did
she.  Over top of his cock, past his balls, down his thighs to his
knees, until she was sitting on the floor.  Pulling on one leg, she
said "Up."

Still being obedient, he lifted one leg, then the other.  His pants
joined his shirt, shoes and socks in a pile.  Seated on the floor,
Brenda looked up at Richard.  All he could see were her big, green,
lust-filled eyes looking back at him.  His cock felt huge and swollen,
ready to burst, and neither one of them were undressed yet!

He felt a tug on his shorts.  Still staring into his eyes, Brenda had
her hands fastened to the leg bands of his jockeys, one on either
side, and was pulling them down.  They went down easily until the
front got hung up on his cock.  It was so hard, it wouldn't pop out of
the top. He moved his hand to try and release his prick, but stopped
when she whispered "Don't move."

She got up onto her knees so her head was right at his crotch.
Pulling out the waistband of his shorts with one hand, she reached in
to grab his cock with the other.  As soon as her hand touched it, he
jumped, and his whole body shivered for a second.  The room was now
hot, he was perspiring freely, but her touch still felt cool.  She
lifted his member out of his shorts and licked the tip with a slight
flick of her tongue.

"GOD!  Brenda, do that again and I'll be coming in your face.  I'm
that close."

Smiling, she walked behind him again and pulled his shorts to his
ankles. "Step out."  He did.  Picking up his shorts in one hand, she
slid her other hand up the inside of his leg, from the ankle, up his
calf, past his knee, up the inner thigh, and then reached through to
cup his balls in her palm.

He was shivering and sweating as her hand got higher and higher.  When
she touched his thigh, he jumped again.  When he realized where her
hand was going, he tried to push himself up, getting on tiptoe to try
and get away from her hand.  When she touched his balls, he jumped
again, letting out a strangled gasp.

As she fondled his balls, he slowly sank back down onto his feet,
knees spreading slightly, moaning.  "No more.  Please!  I'll explode
if you don't stop!  Brenda, please!"

With a sigh, she released him, but her hand caressed his crotch, from
under his balls, all the way to the top of his ass crack, before
breaking contact.  This brought more moans.  Richard's breathing was
erratic.  He couldn't remember the last time he was this worked up.
His balls were hard and starting to ache, and his insides felt like
they were on fire.

"Okay, now it's my turn.  Step back and face the bed.  Don't move, and
don't say anything, unless you can't help cumming."

Richard was now about eight feet from the bed, with a clear view of
what Brenda was about to do.  She stood in front of the bed, facing
him. Putting her hands up behind her head, she stretched, long and
liquid as a cat, arching her back, twisting one leg then the other,
arms moving up and out, then down to her sides, and ending by hugging
herself, squeezing in each thigh alternately.

"Remember, no talking, no touching."

Slowly, lazily, she began unbuttoning her blouse.  A single button at
a time.  His eyes watched carefully.  His cock jerked every time one
came undone.   After the last button was loose, she pulled her blouse
open, at the same time turning her back to him.  He only caught a
glimpse of her bra-covered mounds.  To Richard, it looked like she
caressed her blouse off each shoulder.  It slid down her arms, and she
caught it in her hands behind her back.  Using one hand, keeping her
back to Richard, she daintily held out her arm and dropped the blouse
on top of the growing pile of clothes.  Next came her bra.  Unclasping
it, she shrugged it off her shoulders, catching it on her breasts.  It
was also carefully dropped onto the pile.

Using both hands, she massaged and kneaded her breasts, playing with
the nipples with her thumbs.

"Ahhhh.  Ooooo, that feels good."  Without noticing it, her thighs
clenched.  "I wish it were your hands and tongue doing this right
now." Her hands slid down from her breasts, down her stomach, and over
her groin to her thighs.  Oooing, she let them slid around to the back
of her legs, then up under her skirt to her panty-covered bottom.  He
watched her hands caressing her hips and ass, showing off, hips
rotating slowly in time to the movement of her hands.

Richard groaned and slitted his eyes, hardly able to stand it as he
watched her thumbs hook the elastic of her panties and pull them down
off her bottom.  She continued her slow grind and massage, seemingly
oblivious to the moans coming from behind her.

Sighing, she stopped caressing herself.  She dropped her panties to
her ankles, kicking them towards the clothes pile, followed quickly by
her skirt.  After another stretch, and some more groans from Richard,
she bent down from the hips to undo her shoes.

He was having trouble breathing properly.  Bent over like that, he
could see everything clearly, her ass, her puckered little nether
hole, her pussy, all the little beads of dew around the lips, crack
glistening, red and moist, her breasts bobbing up and down, trying to
hide behind her knees, and her little brown nipples, hard and
puckered, occasionally grazing a leg.

Kicking her shoes off towards a corner, she stood up and stretched
again.  Richard let out a whimper.

Lazily, keeping her legs straight and her feet on the floor, Brenda
oozed out onto the bed.  Resting her head on her forearms, she spread
her legs, arched her back, and began a slow grind of her hips.

"So, do you like the view?"

It took all his self-control to stop himself from grabbing her hips
and jamming his cock as far down into her hole as it would go.  His
balls were aching, his cock ready to explode, his insides knotted with
lust and desire, and she was waving that delicious bottom and pussy
around in front of him in such an inviting manner he almost couldn't
help himself.

"Yes" was all he could force out.

"You do have a lot of self-control.  You've been very patient, now
it's time for your reward."  She pulled a pillow down a few feet from
the top of the bed.  Patting it, she said "lay down here."  He did,
with his feet hanging over the end of the bed.  He was still watching
her.

"Let's see if I'm ready yet."  She moistened one finger by licking and
sucking on it.  Watching Richard, she moved that finger down in front
of her body until she reached her pussy.  Using the other hand to
spread her lips apart, she slid the finger in deep.

Her eyes snapped shut, her head jerked back, knees turned in, thighs
locked together, and she gasped.  Leaving her finger in place without
moving it, she took several long, shuddering breaths.  When her voice
came back, she said "Steaming hot, soaking wet, very sensitive.  I
think I'm ready."

"Okay, spread your legs a bit.  Arms straight out to the sides.  Keep
them there.  Remember, don't move, don't touch."  Richard complied.

Brenda climbed on top of him, straddling his chest, facing his crotch.
"Remember, no touching no moving."  She leaned over until she was
resting on her knees and elbows.  Her crotch was only inches from
Richard's face, lips engorged, glowing pink and shiny, open and
letting him see everything.  Her tiny clit was swollen and
red-looking, her inner lips spread slightly.  He could see inside her,
and he watched her vaginal muscles rhythmically contract and open.  He
couldn't help himself.  He blew on her pussy, very lightly.

Her thighs clenched, and she whimpered.  "Richard, don't, or I'll cum.
And if I cum first, I won't let you cum.  So stop it."

"Okay.  Just remember, I'm almost there.  It won't take much for me to
cum now."

Brenda licked the head of his cock, moistening it.  An electric thrill
ran through his entire body.  She sucked in as much of his cock as
would fit into her mouth, then began a slow pumping action, bobbing
her head up and down.  Richard whimpered because it felt so good.  He
got that familiar feeling inside, knowing it would only be seconds
before he came.

"God, I'm close."

It built quickly, with that steady action on his cock, and with the
sight and smell of her pussy in his face driving him half-crazy.
Suddenly, with little warning, he was there.

"Oh god.  I'm there.  I'm gonna cum.  Oh, yes!  AAAAAAAUUUGGG!!!!"
Richard screamed, emptying his lungs.  Sucking in more air, all he
could do was sob and gasp.

Just when he was about to squirt, when he thought she'd pull off and
watch him cum, she swallowed him, right to the balls.  He couldn't
stop it, he couldn't pull back.  He lost control.  His hips started
jerking up and down, pumping his cock in and out of her throat,
pushing deep for every pulse, each spurt of cum.  She kept her mouth
and throat open, swallowing repeatedly, taking in everything, milking
his cock of every drop.

He was still pumping deep in her throat when Brenda heard the door
open.  Two worried-looking faces were peering in, Vicky and Caitlin,
both naked.  Brenda lifted the corners of her lips in a bit of a
smile, pulled back a bit so she could breath again, and winked at
them.  She kept his cock in her mouth, sucking hard, head bobbing up
and down.

When they opened the door, the first thing that hit them was a wave of
damp heat.  Peering around the door they saw Richard spread-eagled on
the bed, hips thrusting, his entire body writhing with the sensations.
Brenda was sprawled face-down on top of him with his cock buried in
her throat, and it was pumping in and out like crazy.  Both were
dripping with sweat, and Brenda's stockings were soaked through in
places.  It was a scene of utter depravity.  They backed out and shut
the door, realizing that nobody was actually dying.  Looking at each
other for a few seconds, they both grinned and ran for Caitlin's
bedroom.

Brenda waited for Richard to recover a little, still nursing on his
cock.  His hips finally slowed, then stopped, his body quit shaking,
his breathing became more even, changing to deep regular breaths
rather than pants and gasps.  She knew he was back when she heard him
moan "Oh, God".

Her turn.  Sliding backwards, she jammed her crotch against his face,
covering his mouth and chin.  "Do me!  Eat me!  Lick my pussy! Don't
stop until I say so!"  She started to grind her hips, sliding her
pussy around on his face.  She was hot, too, and needed to get off
badly, wanting his attentions, unable to wait for him to fully
recover.

Richard wasn't quite back into the real world yet.  He'd heard Brenda,
but hadn't registered what she'd said.  He did understand that this
soft flesh being mashed into his face needed his services.

Richard stuck out his tongue and licked, starting from her mound, all
the way back to her puckered rear hole.  Brenda shivered, talking fast
and high.  "Oh!  Oh!  Yessssss!   Do it!  Make me cum!
Pleeeeeaaaaase!" On the third lick, her body bucked, tensing all over.
He could feel her muscles contracting in waves.  The next lick pushed
her over.  She grabbed his hips, burying her face in his stomach and
screamed. He kept licking her right through her orgasm, slowing as she
came down. Her voice was high, squeaky and faint, but could still be
heard. "Oh!  Oh my!  Oh!  Oh yes.  Don't you dare stop!"

He grinned when he heard that.  He was back in control of himself.  If
she wanted to get off big time, he'd do his part.

Paying much more attention now, he picked up the pace again.  Still
licking in long strokes, he started making little detours, around her
clit, up and over her pussy lips, dipping into her hole for a taste of
her cum. She was sopping wet, and he lapped up everything his tongue
could reach.

Pausing for a second, he darted his tongue in and out of her hole
really fast, getting another gasp from her, then sucked her pussy lips
into his mouth.  Sticking his tongue out between them, he flicked at
her clit with its tip.  When he felt her gasping for air, he moistened
one finger and slid it into her hole to the second knuckle.  He felt
her vagina contract and grab his finger, then slowly relax.  She was
breathing hard.  He began to finger fuck her, setting up a fast, hard
pace, smacking her ass lightly with his palm each time his finger went
in.

Letting her pussy lips slide out of his mouth, he wrapped his lips
around her clit and sucked gently, licking at it's tip.  Still only a
tiny nub, it didn't come out far.  He kept this up, alternating
sucking her clit with running his tongue around it and up and down her
slot.

When she came again, sobbing and crying into his stomach, he never
slowed down.  He kept at it, continuing to slide his finger in and out
even when her inner muscles tried to grab it and pull it inside.

Richard didn't know how long she could keep this up.  Hell, he didn't
know how long HE could keep it up.  His tongue was starting to get
tired and his arm was a little sore.  But he wasn't about to stop.
Despite his recent mind-numbing orgasm, he was getting hard again.

"Ooooo yes please again!  Make me come again!  Please!  Yes!  I'm
gonna.. I'm gonna ..  I'm cumming!  Aaiiiiii!"

Richard gasped in surprise.  She'd seen his erection somehow, and
stuffed it into her mouth.  Pushing her front up with her hands,
leaving her pussy attached to his face, she began to bob her head up
and down on his prick.  Sucking hard, she was determined to get every
last squirt out of him before she collapsed, no matter how often he
made her come. She couldn't deep-throat him in this position, but that
didn't matter much to either of them right now.

Feeling her suction, he sensed what she was trying to do.  Having just
emptied his balls, he knew he could outlast her easily.  His pace
slowed, bringing her to the edge but not letting her go over.  He'd
give her a few more orgasms before he was ready, but spaced out,
giving her some time to recover in between.

This was a learning experience for him too.  He was learning how she
reacted, where she was most sensitive, and the signals she gave off
just before cumming and as she was cumming.  He wanted to push her
over the edge at the same time he was ready to blow.

During this time, the door opened again, just a little.  Two sets of
eyes peered in.  Richard never noticed.  Brenda noticed, but didn't
care. She came twice more before Richard felt he couldn't hold out any
longer. The first time, she slipped over before he realized what was
happening. The second time he did it on purpose, to see how much it
would take to drive her over.  Not much, at this point.

Feeling his insides ready to pop again, he pushed Brenda right to the
edge, his tired tongue and lips savaging her raw and swollen clit, his
arm leaden and painful, but still pumping fast.  Her clit was sore,
her pussy was sore, her arms hurt, her neck ached, her lips felt
chapped, but she knew she needed one more big one, and sensed he was
getting close too.

He felt himself letting loose, so he sucked her clit into his mouth
and ran his tongue all over it, rubbing it hard, pushing her into a
final mind-numbing orgasm.  It shot through her, locking up her body,
all except for her head, which was still bobbing up and down on his
cock.  She screamed onto his prick when her release hit, washing over
her body, wracking her with contractions.  She stopped screaming and
started swallowing when he filled her mouth with his cream.

She kept cumming, bobbing her head, sucking the juice out of him and
swallowing it all.  Finally, when she'd vacuumed out every drop of
liquid, she collapsed, pulling her sore little pussy away from his
face, still shuddering and moaning, her orgasm just ending.

Neither one heard the door shut, or the feet run down the hallway.

Vicky and Caitlin had been watching the show for a while, playing in
each other's pussy's.  Both had climaxed once while watching the other
two, and both were close to another.  When the show was over, Caitlin
closed the door as quietly as she could, and both ran back to her
bedroom.  Vicky left their door open a little (on purpose).  They
climbed back onto the bed into a sixty-nine position and began to
ravage one another.  Watching one's brother and the other's sister go
at it for that long and at that intensity had really fired up these
girls.  Dinner was only a couple of hours away.  It hardly felt like
enough time to finish what they'd started.

Brenda and Richard never moved for about half an hour, slowly
recovering, getting their breath back, letting some life flow into
tired muscles.  Both were still sweating profusely from the heat in
the room, but neither had the strength to get up.

Finally, Brenda opened her eyes.  The first thing she saw was
Richard's crotch, his cock limp and lifeless, with a couple of drops
of cum on his belly.  She licked one up.  "Yech."

Richard groaned.  "What?"

"Oh, nothin'.  It just doesn't taste the same."

After a couple of minutes.  "What doesn't taste the same?"

Another pause.  "Your semen."

A shorter pause.  "It doesn't?  From when?"

Just a deep breath.  "From when we just finished, and you came in my
mouth."

Again a deep breath.  "What's different?"

Several deep breaths.  "Almost every time I tasted it, it tasted
pretty icky, sort-of sour and a bit bitter.  Not too good.  Just now,
I tasted a leftover drip from your last cum and it tasted pretty bad
too."

"But, last time you came in my mouth, when I was cumming, it tasted
wonderful, perfect.  It's kinda hard to explain.  I knew you were
squirting in my mouth, but I didn't care.  It was delicious.  I
couldn't get enough.  I kept sucking 'til there wasn't any more, but I
wanted more.  Weird, huh?"

"I'll believe you.  I guess when you're hot and bothered, and really
want it, you don't notice the taste.  Anyway, I think we should get
mobile. I don't know about you, but just lying here sweating is
draining me. A nice long shower would do wonders.  You interested?"

"You go ahead.  I'll be down soon.  Leave the door unlocked and I'll
come in."

"Okay."  Richard put on his robe and went out into the hallway.
Noticing Caitlin's door was open, he went over and peeked in.

Caitlin and Vicky were both resting up, in between bouts, eyes closed,
breathing deeply and steadily.  Vicky was lying on her back, head on
Caitlin's arm, arms and legs splayed.  Caitlin was on her side, lying
partly over top of Vicky, shielding her from view.  One leg was draped
over Vicky's thigh, lying between her legs.  One arm was pillowing
Vicky's head, the other was caught between them, fondling one of
Vicky's breasts, but hidden from Richard's view.  To him, it looked
like they were sleeping.

Richard had an excellent south/back view of his naked sister (this
wasn't nude, this was nekkid) from just to the left of the foot of her
bed.  She had a perfect ass and a very nice looking pussy, without
much hair to get in the way.  His balls started twitching, even though
he would have sworn he couldn't cum again for a week.  After taking a
good long look, he pulled himself away from the door with an effort
and headed downstairs for a shower.  He never noticed Brenda watching
him through their partly open doorway.

When Richard went downstairs, Brenda got busy.  She was walking slowly
and a bit awkwardly.  Her pussy was sore, her clit was swollen,
tender, and a bit painful, and every muscle in her body seemed tired
and limp.  She felt wonderful.

She turned down the heat and opened the window to air out the room.
The top covers of the bed were pulled off and left in a pile on the
floor.  They'd been soaked through with sweat and were damp.  Walking
into the bathroom, still quite naked, she grabbed a towel and started
wiping the sweat off her body.  From the bathroom she walked straight
into Caitlin's room and plopped her bottom on the bed.  Both girls
rolled over and looked at her, Caitlin too tired to be shy or bashful,
Vicky unconcerned.  Brenda still blushed a little when Caitlin ran her
eyes all over her body.

"Well?  Did you two enjoy the show?  You watched us long enough."

This time Caitlin blushed.  "God, I can't believe I let Vicky talk me
into that!  It's sinful, it's immoral, it's totally wrong, hell, it's
even impolite!"

"Did it get you hot?"

"Did it ever!  I'm getting creamy again just thinking about it!  Ahhh,
yesss!!!"

Caitlin closed her eyes, lowered her head to the bed, and raised one
leg.  Somehow, Vicky'd managed to get her hand between Caitlin's legs
and was pumping a finger in and out of her pussy.

"Ooooh, yes I know you're watching we shouldn't be doing this but it
feels so good I can't stop.  Please Vicky, no more right now.  Please.
I need some rest first."

Vicky pulled her hand away, and Caitlin melted back down onto the bed.

"I know I like to watch and Vicky likes to watch.  It sure looks like
you got hot watching too, Caitlin.  I'd take bets on Richard liking to
watch, since he took a real long look in here a minute ago."

Caitlin's hand automatically started pulling up the sheets to try and
cover herself.  Brenda's hand stopped her.

"Relax.  He's already seen everything you've got."

"But he's not supposed to see me.  He's my brother!"

Vicky cut in.  "And she's my sister.  That didn't stop us from
watchin', did it?  And did it get you really hot?"

"God, yes."

"Well, be careful.  He got a bit strange when I peeked in on you two a
while ago."

"When was that?"  from Caitlin

"When I said it's our turn for the shower.  I guess you were kinda
busy at the time, and, well, never noticed."

"You did?"

"Yes she did.  I was here.  I heard her."

"Yep.  I did.  So be careful if you're peeking.  Richard might freak.
I gotta go, he's started the shower.  I'm not gonna miss out again!"

"Brenda, what the hell did you do to my brother, anyway.  He sounded
like he was dying!"

"Well, it's like this.  I got him really, really worked up, and then
when he was ready, I surprised him.  That's all.  I think he liked
it."

"If you're gonna surprise him like that again, warn us first, okay?"

"Anytime I got him alone, I might surprise him.  You're warned.  I
gotta run now!  Bye!"  Brenda left the door open a crack on her way
out.  Vicky wouldn't let Caitlin up to close it, either.

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Richard spent some time downstairs, puttering around, waiting for
Brenda.  He grabbed several fresh towels (need to do laundry), a fresh
bar of soap (need more too) and checked the hair supplies (would soon
need more shampoo and conditioner).

Finally, tired of waiting, he started the shower and stepped in.  The
hot water felt really good on his tired body, steaming away the sweat,
massaging his skin, warming his overworked muscles.  He was still
standing there, leaning against the wall, letting the water wash over
him, when Brenda slipped in.

Moving under the spray, she wet down her hair and rinsed her face and
neck.  That done, she leaned back against Richard, positioning herself
so his cock ran down the crack of her bottom.  It felt right.

Putting his arms around her, he gave her a hug, leaving his arms
crossed on her stomach.  She pulled his hands up and placed them on
her breasts.  They automatically started to squeeze and fondle,
playing with her nipples.  Brenda rubbed her ass up and down his cock
a couple of times.

"God, Brenda, don't you ever get enough?"

"I've had plenty.  This just feels soooo good.  My titties feel lonely
'cause you didn't play with them much today.  Just keep doing it."
Her bottom started sliding up and down the length of his cock again.
A little while later it took notice of what was happening, and Richard
started to get hard.

"Enough, you little minx.  We'd better finish showering or we'll be
out of hot water again."  She moaned her displeasure at him as he
pushed her up straight.

They did everything to each other.  Washed each other's hair (Richard
had to sit down for Vicky to reach properly), soaped each other up,
rinsed each other off, then towelled each other dry.

Vicky wrapped herself in one of the smaller towels.  It covered her
from her nipples to just below the crotch, and barely reached all the
way around.  She'd tucked it in below her left arm.  This left a
shifting slit up her left side from her hip to her breast.

She'd also wrapped Richard up in a towel, saying his robe was too
smelly and sweaty to put back on.  In the kitchen, she grabbed herself
a glass of juice and sat down.  The towel almost fell open, of course.
The front sat puddled in her lap, barely concealing her pubescent
snatch.  The back of the towel fell against the chair, revealing a
broad expanse of skin from her thigh right up to just below her
breast.

"Y'know, you're a bigger tease than either of our sisters."

She grabbed him by the towel and pulled.  Rather than risk losing it,
he let her pull him in.

"C'mere.  Kiss me."  He did.  Half way through he jumped and yelped,
but Brenda wouldn't let go of their kiss.  She'd grabbed his balls and
was now fondling them.

Finally getting away from her clutches, he looked at her with a
lecherous grin on his face.  "You just don't give up, do you?"

"Nope.  And the sooner you learn that, the happier we'll be.  Now go
change.  I'll be up in a while."


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<< End of chapter 7>>

Next chapter - More peeking, the pact, a quiet talk, a nightmare,
               a noisy dinner and a long talk.


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