                               It's TOOL TIME



"Randy, Brad, come down here", Jill called up the stairs.

"Your dinner is in the fridge", she announced as the two boys made their
way into the kitchen. "And make sure that Mark stays in bed. He's got a bad
cold."

The boys looked at each other and frowned. The last thing they wanted was
to be stuck at home looking after their brother on a Friday night. There
had to be some way to escape that unpleasant responsibility.

Brad spoke up first. "We can't!", he said, shaking his head to emphasize
the point.

Jill stopped cleaning off the counter and turned to stare at the boys. "Why
not?"

"Well...", Brad began.

Randy quickly jumped in, knowing that if he let his brother try and plead
their case, they would be spending the night at home for sure. "We have
plans", he said. "We're.. going out to a movie."

"A movie, huh?" Jill eyed the pair suspiciously, knowing it would be
difficult to prove they had made those plans prior to one minute ago, but
also realizing she didn't much like the idea of giving them the run of the
house for the evening anyway. They'd probably get in less trouble if they
went out to a show.

Sensing victory, Randy changed the subject to try and divert his mother
form further consideration of keeping them home. "So where are you guys
going anyway?", he asked.

Jill cast her gaze across the living room to where Tim was working
feverishly over the VCR. "Your father", she stated, raising her voice a
notch so that Tim was sure to hear, "is dragging me out to a 'tool party'".

"What's so bad about that?", Tim called back. "It's just like a tupperware
party, only with guys. Besides, the Binford bigwigs will be there, so we
have to go."

Randy crossed over to where Tim was puzzling over the screws he had removed
from the VCR casing. "I thought only qualified people were supposed to fool
around with electronic stuff like that."

"Hey, I'm qualified! I fixed the intercom, didn't I?"

"I guess", Randy conceded. "As long as you don't mind picking up police
radio and signals from airline traffic. Heh heh!"

"Very funny, wise guy", said Tim, still trying to remember which screws fit
into which holes.

Randy loved poking fun at his family - and they made it so easy! He scooped
up the newspaper sitting on the coffee table and fingered through to the
movie listings as he settled down onto the couch. "Brad, c'mere", he called
to his brother. "What movie are we going to see?", he asked quietly, making
sure that Jill was out of earshot.

Brad pondered the listings. "How about that one?, he grinned, pointing to
an "R" rated show that looked like it had lots of nude scenes and very
little plot.

"Yeah, sure", Randy responded. "And I guess they'll just take our word for
it when we tell them we're eighteen."

Brad considered this. "Well, maybe we can get Al to take us."

"I doubt it. Besides, Al will probably be coming over here to babysit for
Mark." He pointed to the kitchen where Jill was busy talking on the phone.

Half an hour later the boys had finally decided to see an action film and
were ready to leave.

"Make sure you come straight home as soon as the show is over", Jill told
them.

"When's the Flannel Man getting here?", Tim asked impatiently.

"He couldn't make it", Jill said, addressing Tim as one might a dull-witted
fool, who was annoyingly oblivious to all but the most obvious of facts.
"He's been invited to the party too. You should know - he's your
assisstant."

"They invited Al too? Next thing you know they'll be inviting the janitors
that clean out the Binford office", Tim joked.

Randy and Brad decided it was time to leave; their parents' words faded as
they stepped out into the night. As they made their way up the front path,
discussing what they'd heard about the movie they were going to see, they
stopped dead, suddenly becoming aware of someone approaching their front
door. It was Brenda Porter, their 16-year-old neighbour from across the
street. She had shoulder-length chestnut brown hair and an unusual shade of
light green in her eyes. But it was not her eyes the boys were looking at.
They stared at her grapefruit-sized breasts, which were pressed tightly
together within a form-fitting low-cut white blouse. The two looked up,
their mouths hanging slightly open, as she smiled and passed silently
between them on her way to the front door. The boys turned to stare as she
passed by, then looked at each other as she was admitted to the house and
moved out of view.

"Wow", Brad exclaimed. All of a sudden the movie seemed to be of secondary
importance.

"You know", Randy suggested, "We can wait 20 minutes and still make it on
time if we take our bikes..."

"Yeah!"

Both boys knew exactly what was on each other's mind - they wanted a good
look at that cleavage in better light before heading out for the evening.

"I haven't seen her around here for a long time...", Brad said as they
walked around to the back door.

"That's because she's always over at her boyfriend Will's place - so don't
plan on getting too far with her", Randy told him, confident in the
knowledge that the idea of Brenda and his 13-year-old brother together was
absurd.

They waited in the back yard, relieved to discover that the seemingly
ever-present Wilson was nowhere to be seen, until they heard Tim's car pull
out with a vague grinding sound and a few noisy backfires. With heartrates
slightly elevated, they entered through the back and proceeded through to
the living room, where Brenda was seated on the couch watching TV, her back
to them.

She turned at the sound of footsteps, and smiled at them. "Hi boys. Movie
over already?"

"Uh, no... we forgot our money", said Randy, knowing that it was a pretty
lame excuse for having returned.

Brenda nodded thoughtfully and smiled a little more, looking them up and
down. "Well, if you have a few minutes, why don't you come sit down and
watch this show? It's really funny."

Encouraged, they sat down on either side of her.

"I noticed you guys have a pretty good computer in your room when I was up
there with Mark."

"Yeah! Would you like to see what it can do?", asked Brad.

"Sure, but we would be disturbing Mark..."

"Hey Randy, why don't you help Mark move to Mom and Dad's room?" Brad
grinned at his brother.

"But...", Randy began to say.

Brenda placed her hand on his shoulder. "Could you?", she asked.

Cornered. Randy nodded, realizing he couldn't refuse. He headed upstairs,
promising himself he'd get back at Brad for this.

The 16-year-old turned back to Brad, who couldn't resist taking in an
eyeful of her ample chest. She smiled again, and placed a hand on his knee.
Stunned, Brad's eyes shot up to meet hers, and then down to his leg as she
slowly moved her hand up his thigh. The crotch of his pants began to swell;
he wasn't sure how to react.

Brenda stood up suddenly and grabbed his hand. "C'mon", she told him.
"Let's go upstairs to your computer!"

Still shocked, and not quite sure what was going on, Brad allowed himself
to be pulled along.

When they arrived at his room, Brad saw that Randy had already taken Mark
to their parents' bedroom. Brad went over to turn on his computer, and felt
a pair of hands feel his butt from behind as Brenda moved up behind him to
look over his shoulder. He quickly turned around, and she giggled and
pushed him down on the lower bunk of the boys' beds.

"Don't be shy, Brad", she told him, and pulled his sweater and t-shirt over
his head.

"Um.. uh..", he stammered as she removed her super-tight white blouse,
allowing her unharnessed breasts to bounce free.

They were both standing up now, both clothed only in blue jeans and naked
from the waist up. He couldn't help but stare wide-eyed at her large jugs.
She leaned over to touch his cheek, and then leaned closer still to kiss
him deeply, as her breasts pressed themselves against his bare chest.

* * *

Randy grumbled under his breath as he left his parents' bedroom to head
back downstairs. He was definately not in a very good mood now, and decided
he would only feel better if he could find some way to get back at his
brother (that traitor!), preferably without ending up in a headlock and
with a half-dozen bruises. Hmm... As he passed his room, he noticed some
movement through the six-inch open doorway. Peering within, Randy received
a shock that almost caused him to fall over backwards. Brad and Brenda were
standing in the middle of the room, half-nude, with lips pressed tightly
together. Adrenalin flowed through Randy's system, as though he'd been hit
by a car. He felt excited; Brenda's huge melons were exposed for all to
see. He also felt inadequate - didn't she have any interest in him at all?
And he felt a flash of anger - it was Brad's fault he was feeling this way!
However bad it was what Brad had done before, it now seemed ten times
worse. This last emotion motivated him to hit upon the perfect act of
revenge. He pulled at the crotch of his overalls as he became excited at
the thought of what he was about to do, and rushed downstairs to get what
he needed to put his plan into action.

* * *

Brad wasn't agressively returning the kiss, but he certainly wasn't
resisting either. Brenda moved her hand down his chest and pants, and felt
his expanding penis through the fabric of his jeans. She stepped away,
looking thoughtfully around the room and then pulled the mattress off the
lower bunk and laid it down on the floor in the middle of the room. She
then gave a wide smile, grabbed Brad around the waist, and pulled him down
onto it, her breasts rubbing against his bare skin. For the first time, he
grinned back and placed his hands on her tits, as though testing them for
pressure.

Brad couldn't believe what was happening! His dick was as hard as it could
be, and the thrill he experienced when she grabbed the back of his blond
head and pulled it down to her tits, while she continued feeling the front
of his jeans, almost made him come in his pants. He started sucking and
licking her breasts eagerly, leaving them coated with saliva. She found the
snap on his pants and began undoing it. Suddenly sensing he was very close
to losing contol, she backed off, and stood up to slowly remove her jeans
and panties. She threw them to the floor, pulled Brad up, and then knelt to
remove his pants as well.

It was then that she caught a flicker of movement in the doorway out of the
corner of her eye. She moved Brad around a little so he wouldn't notice,
while giving herself a better view. It was Randy... and he was pointing a
video camera at them! She thought she'd noticed him at the door a few
moments earlier, and was excited by the thought of having this cute kid
watching her get it on with his brother, but she hadn't expected him to try
and videotape it! She was past caring whether anyone found out about this
and pretended not to notice Randy. It would be his turn soon enough (after
all, if she could have one, why not have them both?), but in the meantime
she decided to put on a show he would not soon forget.

Part 2

Brenda lowered Brad's pants and white briefs, and was almost slapped in the
face by his hard dick as it popped out from its confinement. Brad slipped
the pants off his legs and threw them away; he stood there totally naked,
his rigid cock sticking out like an iron rod. He had had a growth spurt in
the last few months, and his dick measured a good 5 and a half inches and
was of reasonable thickness. It was topped by a patch of light brown hair,
the only hair visible anywhere on his body.

Brenda held his balls in one hand as she pressed her lips to the tip of his
dick and slowly began to take it into her mouth, inch by inch. She was
conscious of giving Randy a good view of what she was doing, as her mouth
filled with this 13-year-old's stiff rod. Brad closed his eyes and opened
his mouth slightly, as her lips found the base of his shaft, and her nose
pressed into his pubic hair. Brenda began deep-throating him, and Brad
could feel her tongue slide along the underside of his penis as she worked
her mouth up and down his cock. Again, he was almost ready to lose his
load, so she stopped sucking on him, and knelt down on the mattress on her
hands and knees.

"Do it to me! Fuck me, Brad", she told him, and thrust her ass up in the
air. The boy needed no further encouragement, and dropped to his knees
behind her. He placed his wet penis at the entrance to her slit and began
shoving it in, eliciting a few gasps from Brenda. Gripping her hips, he
moved into a rhythm and looked down to watch his stiff dick pounding in and
out of her body. She reached between her legs and started playing with his
balls as he fucked her. Brad responded by involuntarily letting out a few
gutteral moaning noises from deep in his chest.

"OOOoooooohhh.....OOOOhh...", he groaned.

* * *

Randy focused the camcorder on the pair in the bedroom, feeling both very
horny, and furious. It wasn't fair that Brad should get all the action just
because he's a little older..! But getting this camera was a great idea!,
he thought. He could blackmail Brad with this incriminating tape, or maybe
he would just go around and show it to everyone anyway. Randy's hard dick
created a big bulge in the front of his overalls, excited both by the
thought of what he could do to Brad, and by the X-rated display going on in
front of him. He couldn't believe Brenda's willingness to have sex - his
eyes had almost popped out when he saw her slowly swallow the entire length
of his brother's shaft, and give him a deep-throat blowjob.

Randy stared again through the viewfinder, making sure he was recording
every instant of the activity within the room. He had an excellent view of
Brad and Brenda in profile, their right sides facing him, doing it doggie
style. No longer content with a wide shot of the two, he focused in on the
grinding genitals, and the hand reaching between the two pairs of legs to
fondle Brad's balls. Brad's dick moved out, wet and glistening, then all
the way back in, over and over, as he held onto her hips. Randy moved the
camera up to his brother's face, which was slightly contorted with eyes
half-closed, and then moved it down again to his jackhammering penis. Brad
was moaning from deep in his throat, and started pumping faster. Brenda was
moving back and forth to meet him with every thrust, slapping his thighs
against her buttocks. Then she felt his balls begin to tighten up, and his
body convulse against hers.

Brad grunted, "UUUuuhh, UUUHHh, OOOOH.. AAAAHH!", and Randy watched him
press his hips forward as he shot load after load deep into Brenda. Brad
leaned backward after a moment, suddenly tired, and his dick came free with
a vague slurping sound. He watched as some white goo dripped from her
vaginal opening and plopped down onto the mattress.

Randy moved out to a wider shot again, and was wondering if that would be
the end of it... when suddenly Brenda turned and looked straight at him! He
quickly clicked off the camcorder and pushed it down the hall out of view,
wondering what he should do. Fortunately, he'd been fast enough that Brad
hadn't seen what he'd been doing, but what was Brenda's response going to
be? He stood there in the doorway, unable to move, as she got up and walked
over to him, her tits bouncing and drips of Brad's come running down her
leg. She looked him in the eye - then her gaze moved down to his crotch,
which bulged out impressively. Her hand moved to caress the bulge, which
got even bigger, and the next thing Randy knew he was being kissed by the
lips that had only minutes before been wrapped around his brother's dick.
Brenda pulled him out of the doorway and into the room, as she grabbed at
the snaps of his overalls.

Randy was in a daze as she pulled him into the bedroom and started
undressing him. Brad looked on, a little embarrassed at having his brother
turn up so suddenly, and a little put out that he was no longer being paid
attention to. Off came Randy's overall straps, then his t-shirt. He found
himself pushed up against a wall as his overalls were peeled away and his
throbbing dick exposed. It wasn't just Brad's equipment that had grown
larger in the last few months; Randy's dick was almost 5 inches in length,
making it seem very large relative to his body size. He also had what
seemed to be the early stages of some hair growth - a sparse region of fine
brown hair just above his penis. Brenda licked his dick like a lollipop,
and Randy was so overcome with the sensation that he lost his balance (his
overalls, down around his ankles, didn't help matters) and he fell over
onto the mattress. He grinned sheepishly, but was unable to get back up
because Brenda had pounced on him like a wild cat and straddled his hips.
She wasted no time; reaching down, she pulled Randy's cock from its
horizontal position on his belly and pointed it straight up. She lowered
herself down onto the boy's stiff poker and began bouncing up and down on
top of him. Randy reached up to squeeze the soft globe-like tits as they
danced before him.

Brad had become very excited again watching the two have sex. He stepped up
on either side of Randy's head and offered his erection, which Brenda
eagerly took into her mouth. It was an incredible sensation having both
boys' dicks inside her at once; Brad's thrusts found the back of her throat
as she continued sliding up and down the length of Randy's shaft. She could
tell that the latter was close to orgasm, and increased her pace as Randy
leaned back on his elbows and threw his head back.

"OOOOOOOoohh! AAaaaah!! Fuuuck! OOOOHH!", Randy said, and involuntarily
thrust his hips up as he filled her with a half-dozen spurts of sperm. Brad
had become so aroused by the situation and the tongue action being afforded
him, he couldn't hold back any longer. Brenda was holding him by the base
of his penis, and felt it swell and throb as his first spurt hit the back
of her throat. She pulled the dick from her mouth in time to catch the next
shot on her lips. She stroked his cock as Brad sprayed the remainder of his
load down onto Randy, who was still in the midst of his own orgasm. Brenda
squeezed a last glob of come from Brad's organ, which fell straight down
and splashed onto Randy's face.

Yuck!, Randy thought as he got up, a little displeased with the fact that
his chest and stomach were covered with puddles of semen. He wiped at the
glob on his nose and cheek and gave Brad a distasteful look, who grinned
back, clearly pleased with himself for what he'd done. I'll get you soon
enough, thought Randy as he wiped himself off with a shirt from the clothes
hamper.

At that moment, the doorbell rang downstairs. All three looked at each
other, then scrambled to get into their clothes, which lay strewn randomly
around the room. Randy was the first out of the room as Brenda and Brad
returned the mattress to the lower bunk bed. Randy was answering the door
as the two arrived downstairs; it Brenda's boyfriend, Will.

Will was 16, with light brown hair. He stood half a head taller than Brad
and outweighed him by 30 pounds.

"Hi! Is Brenda here?", he asked Randy, assuming he was the kid she was
supposed to be babysitting. Randy gulped, hoping Will wouldn't somehow be
able to tell he'd pumped her full of his seed just 5 minutes earlier, or
Randy would probably end up in the morgue or something. He pointed over to
where Brenda and Brad were coming down the stairs.

"Hi Will!", she said to him, betraying no sign of what had occurred between
her and the boys. "Why don't you watch a movie on TV with us? Randy and
Brad missed the film they were going to see."

"Well...ok..", Will said, obviously disappointed that he wasn't going to be
able to spend time alone with Brenda. Randy popped a tape into the VCR and
took the leftmost seat on the couch. Brad sat down next to him, and then
Will and Brenda. They settled back to enjoy the movie... but what appeared
on the screen was a shot of Brenda on her hands and knees, her breasts
swinging back and forth as she was being pounded from behind by a very hard
dick. The camera moved up to reveal Brad's face as he fucked her doggie
style. Will's eyes opened very wide, and he turned to stare at Brad with an
unreadable expression on his face.

Brad's mouth dropped open as he registered the images on the screen.
Immediately realizing who was responsible, he looked at Randy, who smiled
back like the devil himself. If I live, I'll kill him for this, Brad
promised himself.

Will grabbed Brad by the front of his shirt with both hands and yanked him
from a seated position and onto his back. His hands moved toward the
13-year-old's neck as though to try and strangle him... but instead he
pulled Brad's shirt up and began undoing the younger boy's pants...

* Part 3 will be posted next week, or whenever I get around to finishing
it.

J.P.

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