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 What Mom and Dad Don't Know
   An Erotic Novel by Peter Teamo
   This is a work of fiction.  Names, places, characters and incidents are
either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously,
and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations,
events or locales is entirely coincidental.
   What Mom and Dad Don't Know (C) 2005 by Peter Teamo
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   Chapter 3
   Rory awoke first.  His sister was cuddled close to his left side, her
head cradled against his shoulder.  One leg was thrown over his, and he
could feel her thigh resting against his cock.  Each exhaled breath bathed
his chest with a delicate warmth.  He stared at her for the longest time,
feeling as if he had a fairy or a pixie in his arms.  She seemed so
innocent without her clothes, and all the ill feelings and animosity he had
felt toward her had disappeared completely.
   She stirred, rolled onto her back, stretched, and opened her eyes.
   He smiled at her, and she smiled back.
   "Hi," he said.
   "Good morning."
   "Did you sleep well?"
   "Wonderfully well.  There's more room in your bed than I thought."
   "You don't take up much room," he said, throwing back the blankets.
   "What are you doing?"
   "I just wanted to see what was poking me in the back all night long."
   She bit her lip and watched while he studied her tits.  "Did they
disturb you?"
   He reached out and cupped one firm mound with his hand.  "They drove me
mad.  I couldn't wait for the sun to come up so that I could see them."
   She chuckled and arched her back.  It was the first time anyone--boy or
girl--beside herself had ever fondled her breasts.  His fingers touched her
nipples and sent pleasant tingles rushing through her body that made her
cunt tighten.  She grasped the blanket and threw it all the way off.  It
cascaded to the floor.  "Look at us, Rory.  Can you believe this?"
   No, he couldn't.  They lay there, brother and sister, both naked as the
day they were born.  "I think it's neat," he said, and he leaned over and
pulled her nipple into his mouth.
   She breathed out a long sigh as his tongue swirled over the tip, and
then began to suck.  He brought a hand up to cover her other breast and
drew lazy circles around it with his fingertips.  When he pinched her
nipple, she let out a screech that nearly covered the ringing of the
telephone.
   They both tried to ignore it.  Rory was more successful than Molly.  Too
conditioned to disregard a phone call, she reached over her brother's back
and picked up the phone from the bedside nightstand.  Dislodged from her
breast, her brother's tongue licked down the center of her belly to her
navel.
   She trembled as she spoke into the phone.  "Hello?...Oh, hi Anne....No,
we're still in bed....Yeah, both of us.  We slept together last night." She
tittered.  "Just our birthday suits--no, I'm not lying....Of course we
didn't!  He's my brother--that would be incest!...What's he doing now? 
Right at this very minute?  Oh God, you're not going to believe this, Anne,
but he's licking my pussy....No, you can't talk to him right now.  He's too
busy."
   She let her legs open wider, allowing more room for his fingers to part
her soft folds.  He drew his tongue along the slick inner lips, and then
touched it lightly to her clit.  Her whole body shuddered.
   "Damn it, Anne!  Here--" she pushed the phone toward her brother.
   Rory looked up, a dazed expression on his face, and took the phone. 
"Hi, Anne."
   "You mean Pickles.  I love you.  "
   "Yeah, I love you too."
   "What are you doing?"
   "What Molly said."
   "How could you?" she whined.
   "Here, let me give you back to Molly."
   His sister took the phone again.  "Anne?--Huh?...Get over it!  He's my
brother!" She reached across Rory and slammed down the phone.  "The bitch
called me a slut!--when it's you she should be angry at.  I'm not doing
anything." She leaned back against the headboard and crossed her arms under
her tits.  "She's coming over."
   Rory picked up the phone and handed it back to his sister.  "Call her
back and tell her to bring some donuts."
   She made the connection again, and then said, "Anne, Studly wants you to
stop and pick up some donuts on your way over.  Oh, and Anne, if no one
answers the door--we'll leave it unlocked--just come right on in.  We'll
probably be in the shower."
   After she had hung up again, Rory looked at his sister.  "Shower?  You
showered last night.  Are you trying to make her jealous or something?"
   "Who me?" she asked with a wide-eyed, innocent look.  "Why, she's my
best friend." Then, she snickered.  "Even if she did call me a slut." She
crawled out of the bed and stretched her pretty body.  "I might not need a
shower, but you do.  You smell sweaty.  Come on, and I'll help you.  We'll
rub soap all over each other's bodies and see what comes up."
   "Yeah!" Grinning, Rory followed his sister into the bathroom.
   But Molly had second thoughts when she looked at the shower stall. 
"There's not room for both of us in there," she said.  "You go ahead."
   Her brother was not going to give up so easily.  "Come on," he said,
adjusting the water.  He stepped into the shower and tugged at her hand. 
"We'll fit."
   And they did, just barely.  Molly giggled as her body rubbed against her
brother's.  He just grunted.  The shower stall quickly turned steamy.  She
handed him her soap.  "You can do me first," she said, turning in the water
to wet her flesh.
   With the lemony scent of her soap filling the air, Rory moved behind
her. His hands shook just a little as he formed a lather, and then began
applying it to his sister's shoulders.  Her skin felt silky smooth under
his soapy fingers.
   His cock rose as he lathered her back, then the twin cheeks of her ass.
One hand slipped between her legs and he sawed its slippery edge against
the groove of her pussy.  A slippery finger found her pussy-hole and
slipped inside, making her giggle.
   She backed against him and rolled her ass, making his stretched cock
soapy.
   He caught his breath, then said, "I think this side is done."
   She turned.  "This is kind of fun, don't you think?"
   "Yeah," he agreed as he slid his fingers over her shoulders, then down
her arms.  His swollen cockhead thumped gently against the arch of her
belly.  Her tits felt wondrously slick against his soapy palms.  He
massaged them tenderly, learning their shape and texture, and tickled her
nipples, making them hard.
   Her hips and belly were next.  His slippery fingers slid over them,
tingling at the feeling of her wet, slick skin.  Foam ran down, and soap
bubbles collected in her dark bush of pubic hair.  Rory dropped to his
knees to wash her pussy.  He fingered it while he lathered her pussy hair
until it looked like it was shampooed.  Then his hands stroked her
youthfully athletic thighs and descended to knead her calves and ankles.
   Even her feet were a source of pleasure to him.  They were small and
felt dainty and fragile as Rory scrubbed them with delight.  Then he stood
and handed her to the soap.
   He spread his feet wide and braced himself as his sister stared
downward, eying the big cock swinging over his balls, water dripping off
it. The sight turned her to jelly inside.  She squeezed her legs tightly
together and began.  Washing him thoroughly.  Her fingers teased, their
touch hotly tantalizing, as she stroked and caressed.  She took advantage
of the slickness of the soap just as he had and used the suds to jack his
cock.  She grinned and watched his eyes as he flinched and trembled and his
knees got weak.
   She pressed against him, sliding her wet tits across his chest, and
kissed him.  There was nothing sisterly about her kiss; it was totally
sexual.  She pushed her hot tongue halfway down his gasping throat.  Then,
she laughed.
   "You want to fuck me?" she asked as she reached around to turn off the
water.  "Yeah!" he said eagerly.
   "You can't, of course," she said, reaching down to apply soap to her
inner thighs, just below her cunt.  "But try this." She guided his cock to
the area she had just soaped down and pressed her legs together around it.
   Rory got the idea.  He began stroking in and out between her legs,
easily imagining that he was actually fucking his sister's pussy hole.  She
reached behind herself to feel his cockhead as it poked through her legs.
She teased it with her fingertips and arched her back to tempt her
brother's mouth with her tits.  It worked, and he bent his head to suck her
nipples while he faux-fucked her legs.  The sensations each was
experiencing were incredible.  But they came to a sudden halt when the
shower curtain was suddenly flung open.
   "What's going on in here?"
   "Oh my God, Anne!" Molly pressed a hand to her heart.  "You scared the
shit out of me."
   "Are you fucking her?" she asked angrily, directing her question to
Rory.
   "No, Anne," said Rory, trying to get himself back under control.  His
cock had already started to sag.  "She's my sister."
   "It looked like you were fucking her."
   Molly stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel.  "You've got a
dirty mind, Anne," she said.
   "All I know is what I saw," she said, grabbing a towel and holding it
for Rory as he stepped forth.  "It looked like incest to me."
   "Anne!  Don't talk like that!"
   The girl started briskly rubbing Rory's wet body.  "Don't you love me,
honey?" she cooed.
   "Sure I love you.  We were just...fooling around."
   "Well, if there's any fooling around to do," she said, reaching down to
carefully dry his prick, "you do it with me."
   "And what if you're not available?"
   "Then you don't do it," she said sternly.  "But you can always give me a
call," she said with a wink.  "Just look how fast I got over here."
Clutching his prick, she tossed the towel aside and bent to give its tip a
quick kiss.
   Molly rolled her eyes and shuddered.  "If you guys are going to get
lovey-dovey, let me get out of here.  I'll fix breakfast.  Did you bring
the donuts?"
   "I left them on the kitchen table," Anne said, her gaze locked on Rory's
eyes.
   "How does everyone feel about bacon and eggs?" Molly asked. 
"Scrambled?"
   "With hash browns," her brother called after here as she left the
bathroom.
   Now that she was alone with her freshly scrubbed, naked, steady
boyfriend, Anne's features took on a rosy flush.  "Three's a crowd," she
muttered.
   "You want to take off your things?" asked Rory.
   "If you'll help me."
   "Yeah, sure," Rory said with a grin.  He was recalling the help he had
given her the day before.  "I kind of like undressing girls." She was
wearing a short skirt today, and he reached up under it.
   "Rory!" she shrieked as he yanked her panties down to her knees.  "You
said I didn't have to take off my panties."
   "I cut you some slack yesterday.  Molly and I are both nude.  You might
just as well be, too."
   "B-But something might happen."
   "Well, if it does, I'll bet you'll enjoy it."
   Her heart was pounding.  "D-Do you really think so?"
   He stood and pulled her into his arms.  "I won't do anything you don't
want me to do," he promised with his lips just inches from hers.
   "I trust you, Studly," she said, succumbed by his kiss.
   His practice with his sister had taught him something about kissing, and
he held back his full power, just teasing and toying with her tongue a
little while he slipped his hands up under her skirt in back and fondled
her ass cheeks.  How could he possibly keep the promise he had just made?
he wondered.  Someone was being a fool, but was it her or him?
   He backed away slightly and reached down to lift her skirt.
   "No!" she said, restraining his hands.
   "Come on, Anne--I mean, Pickles.  You just saw me looking at Molly's
pussy.  What's so special about yours that you can't show it?"
   "What's special is that it's mine!"
   "That's why I want to see it," he wheedled.
   "What if you don't like it?"
   He shrugged, and sat back on his heels to avoid pressuring her.  "I
guess I'm just stuck with it.  You're wearing my dog tag, and I take that
real seriously.  You know, for better or worse and all that kind of stuff."
   "Oh, Studly.  That's so sweet.  I think you really do care for me."
   "Yeah, Pickles.  I think maybe I do."
   She smiled at him and lifted her skirt.
   Rory caught his breath as he was treated to his second look at a pussy
in less than twenty-four hours.  While his sister's muff was a tight, black
oval of curls that dipped between her legs, this one was more just as dark,
but more triangular, almost completely filling the untanned space that
outlined the limits of a skimpy bikini bottom.  It was every bit as
mysterious and beguiling as his sister's had been.
   "Sit," he said gruffly.
   With her eyes locked on his face.  She stumbled backward and sat on the
toilet.  Knowing what he wanted, she gripped the edge of her skirt tightly
in her hands and kept it pulled high.  He touched her knees, and with her
heart pounding, she spread her legs.
   Her face turned a bright red.  She wanted to cover herself, but she
wanted him to see, too.
   "No need for these," he said more to himself than to her as he pried her
shoes off her feet.  He leaned forward and stroked her thighs, one at a
time, with one hand on the outside and the fingertips of the other trailing
along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.  He came maddeningly close to
her pussy, but he didn't touch it.
   "You know what pickles, Pickles?" he said softly.  "You have beautiful
legs.  And your pussy looks so perfect, right at the top like that.  What a
shame you have to wear clothes.  You're so beautiful naked."
   "So you think this nudist stuff is a good thing?" she said, his
compliments and his teasing fingers filling her with good feelings.
   "Yeah, I do," he answered honestly.  "Why else would God made tits and
pussies and cocks so interesting if he wanted us to cover them up all the
time?"
   "Sex," she said simply, as if they explained it all.
   "That's got to be good, too," he said, bending to kiss her knee.
   The touch of his lips to her skin sent a tremor through her body.  "It's
for making babies," she said.
   He sat back again on his heels and looked at her thoughtfully for a
moment.  "You know, Pickles, a car is made for hauling around groceries. 
But that doesn't mean that you can't have fun racing it around the block
every now and then."
   "Well, you're not going to be racing me around the block until after the
slumber party!" she stated with a resolve that she was fighting hard to
maintain.
   "Silly girl," he chided.  "You can do other things with a car." He
shoved his head between her legs.
   She responded automatically, pressing her crotch toward his mouth.  She
squealed when his tongue slithered between her cunt lips.  Jenny spread her
legs wide.  Her toes clutched at the floor, and pussy juice and saliva
dripped between her legs onto the toilet seat.
   She slumped back, moaning and cooing as Rory practiced tricks he had
only learned the night before.  He licked and kissed and sucked her swollen
cunt lips as if they were a furry-lipped mouth.  Using his fingers, he
opened her cunt wide so that he could run his tongue in deep and scoop out
tasty dollops of her juicy pussy nectar.
   "Yes, yes!" she murmured, her heart bursting with passion and love as he
licked her out.  Thrilling to the new sensations, she ran her fingers
through his dark hair, encouraging his efforts.  This had to be the most
thrilling experience of her entire life
   "Oh, Studly, eat me!  Yes!  Lick my cunt!"
   His face warm with her juices, Rory chuckled.  Anne was outspoken, but
he had never expected her to open up with a demand like that.  He was
turning her whole world upside down, just the way his had been last night.
He knew that the only thing that was standing between her--between them
both--and the true excitement of life was her virginity.  And once they
took that wild ride together, there would be no turning back.
   "God, your pussy juices taste good!" he muttered, rubbing his face in
her wet crotch.
   "Really?" She had to catch her breath to speak.  "Or are you...just
saying that?"
   "Here, try it for yourself." He lifted his face to hers.
   She paused for a moment, then licked his cheeks.  "Mmmm." Her tongue
caught a drop of pussy juice that was running down his chin.  "Mmmm, yes."
   He frantically pushed up the tee shirt she was wearing and the bra
beneath it to release her tits.  He squeezed them, pinched the nipples, and
then bent to kiss them.
   Oh, it felt so good.  She could just die now--she was already in heaven.
   Then, while he continued to suck and lick her tits, he shoved a finger
into her cunt.  It was his middle finger--his longest one--and he began
fucking her with it.
   Suddenly, she flinched, grasping his shoulders.  "Be careful," she said,
quivering tensely.
   He poked his finger cautiously, and she jerked again.
   "Is that...your cherry?"
   "Y-Yes.  But it won't be much longer if you don't cut it out!"
   He didn't push at the fragile barrier any longer, but he rolled his
fingertip around deep inside her, and he marveled at the slick smoothness
of her vaginal walls.  "You feel nice inside," he told her.
   "Nobody--nothing has ever been in me that far," she told him
breathlessly.
   He didn't know what to say.  "It's an honor--"
   "It's more than an honor!" she spit out.  "You bastard!  It's a
responsibility!"
   He pulled back, startled, as she began to cry.
   "Anne--Pickles!  What's the matter?"
   "It's nothing," she sobbed.
   "It's got to be something.  Something that I did--"
   "No, it wasn't anything that you did." She looked at me and she looked
beautiful, with her clothing askew and tears in her eyes.  "You've been
very nice, Rory, and you've done beautiful things to me.  And I can't wait
for you to do even more.  But it's just that I always dreamed that someday
I'd find somebody who really loved me, and then--" She broke down and
started sobbing again.
   Standing, he drew her to her feet and embraced her.  She was just the
right height for her head to fold nicely into his shoulder.  Her tears were
warm against his naked flesh.
   "You found him," he said softly.
   "No, Rory, you're just saying that.  You want to fuck me."
   "Yeah, I want to fuck you.  You want to fuck me, too.  And if I didn't
love you, I'd already have you on the floor and the deed would have been
done."
   "You mean that?" The spark was beginning to come back into her eyes. 
"But it was only yesterday--"
   "It wasn't only yesterday, Pickles.  We've known each other for a long
time.  We've seen each other, watched each other.  But until yesterday, you
thought I was just your girlfriend's little brother--a pesky, little kid.
And I thought you were out of my league...a goddess," he admitted.
   Her eyes widened.  "You thought I was a goddess?"
   "Well, a dream girl.  But it wasn't until yesterday, when we saw each
other naked, that we really saw each other.'
   She smiled.  "And love bloomed."
   "Budded," he corrected her.  "It's blooming today."
   She fingered the dog tag hanging around her neck, wanting to believe
him. "You said this was temporary...."
   "Temporary can be a long time--"
   "Oh, Rory!  You're so romantic." She started to move toward him.
   "Let's get these clothes off you," he said, tugging at her tee shirt. 
"I want to feel your tits against me."
   "Me too!"
   They came together, and the warmth of her crotch cuddled his quiescent
cock while the hard points of her tits grazed his chest.  "I don't like to
see you cry, sweetheart," he said softly, kissing away what remained of her
tears.
   Sweetheart!  The word echoed in her ears as he gently stroked her back
and her bottom, sending warmth to her belly.  Her heart was bursting with
passion.  Is this just a crush, she asked herself, or could this intense
emotion be the real thing?
   "Hey, you guys!" came a cry from down below.  "Breakfast is getting
cold."
   "Just ignore her," Rory whispered into her ear.  "Maybe she'll go away."
   Anne laughed and pushed him away.  "There's no hurry, Studly," she
reminded him.  "We've got all day."
   Rory hadn't thought about that.  An entire day alone in the house with
two naked girls.  Wow-wee!  This nudism thing was great.  He'd better eat a
good breakfast.  He might need the nourishment.
   He let Anne go ahead so that he could watch the jouncing movement of her
shapely ass as she descended the stairs.  Yes, this was going to be a great
day.
   Molly watched the pair as they came into the dining room where she had
set the table for breakfast.  She couldn't help but think that they made a
perfect couple.  "Adam and Eve," she commented.
   "Huh?" They both stared at her questioningly.
   "Wait right there!" she said, getting a sudden idea.  She opened a
drawer and pulled out the family's digital camera.  "Let me get a picture
of you two."
   Rory laughed and placed his arm around Anne's waist, posing for his
sister.  "I swear," he said, "if it's not her cell phone, it's that damned
camera."
   Molly directed him to the seat at the head of the table where his father
usually sat, and she took her mother's usual place on his right.  Anne sat
across from her.  His plate was already fixed, with bacon and eggs and a
serving of hash browns.  Missing was his usual bowl for Fruit Loops.  In
its place was a coffee mug.  Nowhere was his milk glass.  He started to
protest, but held his tongue as his sister poured first Anne's coffee, then
filled his own mug.  She gave him a sweet smile, then, while talking to
Anne, she added cream and sugar to his cup just as naturally as if she did
it every day of her life.
   He took a cautious sip of the coffee.  It wasn't bad, not bad at all. 
He smiled at his sister.  "The coffee is very good this morning, Molly," he
said, unconsciously mimicking his father.  And that was the extent of his
contribution to the conversation.
   The girls kept up a lively stream of chatter and he was content just to
eat and feast on the sight of their tits bobbing and bouncing as they
talked.  God, it was hard to believe that yesterday at this time he had
never seen a girl naked.  And now, naked himself, he was sitting with two
nude girls at the breakfast table.  Nudity had become so normal that he
didn't even have a hard-on.  The nudist literature Freddy had said that
would happen, but until now he never believed it.  He wanted to record this
scene forever, so he got up from the table quietly and retrieved the
digital camera Molly had set aside.  He took two pictures before the girls
realized what he was doing.
   "You can't take pictures of us nude," said Molly.
   "Why not?  You took a picture of Anne and me," he reminded her.
   "That's different.  I wasn't taking just cheap tittie shots."
   He handed her the camera.  It was scary the way that girl could read his
mind.
   She pushed a few buttons so that she could replay and review the
pictures he had just taken.  "Oh look, Anne.  These aren't that bad."
   Anne stretched across the table to take a peek at the pictures and
agreed.
   "Do you think we should save them?"
   "Why not?" Anne tittered.  "How often do we get a chance to show off our
tits?"
   "You're right," said Molly.  "Let's go ahead and fill up the memory
card."
   So they took turns, all three of them rotating between operating the
camera and posing, both individually and in pairs.
   Then, the phone rang.  His sister answered, and then handed it to him.
It was Freddy.
   "Hey, Man!  Why don't you come on over?  I traded and got a bunch of new
magazines.  These ones are the real thing--not like those stupid nudist
magazines.  They show everything."
   He glanced up at the two naked girls who were watching as he talked and
said, "Naw, I can't make it Freddy.  My parents are out of town and I have
to keep an eye on my sister."
   "Come on, Dude!  Ditch her--she won't get into any trouble.  You know
how girls are."
   "I can't, Freddie.  People are counting on me."
   "Hey, Man!  I can't believe what I'm hearing!  If you're not interested
in this stuff, I've got other friends--"
   "I'll bring that nudist magazine to school with me Monday morning."
   "You keep it, man.  That's kid's stuff.  These new magazines are really
hot.  See yah."
   He hung up.  "Pervert," he muttered.
   Molly raised her eyebrows.  "Keeping an eye on me?"
   He leered at her tits.  "Yeah."
   The girls looked from one to the other, and they both laughed.  "Anyway,
we're proud of you, Rory," said his sister.
   "Huh?" He stared at her blankly.  "Why?"
   Anne moved close to him, and his arm went automatically around her
waist. "Because you continue to exceed our expectations," she said, turning
her lips up to his.
   The expectation here was obviously a kiss, and he granted it.  As the
kiss deepened, his hand moved up to squeeze her breast.  He thumbed the
nipple, and it hardened.  Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed his
sister with the camera to her eye.  He dropped his hand, but Anne pulled it
back to her breast.
   "It's all right," she said.  "You're entitled to certain liberties."
   "But Molly is taking pictures."
   "It's okay," said Molly, moving closer.  "No one has to see them except
us guys."
   "Well, if you really want a good picture," he said.  "How about this?"
   He bent his head and kissed Anne's nipple.
   "That's great, Rory," said his sister.  "Now, why not catch it with your
teeth--gently--yeah, like that--and give it a little tug.  That's great! 
Now, lick her navel--stick your tongue in it--got it!  These pictures are
really going to be great."
   "How about one of me licking her split?" he said, getting into the
spirit of things.
   "Can't," said Molly.  "That was the last picture.  That's all for now."
   "All for now?  I think I have some unfinished business from this morning
with both of you."
   "It'll just have to wait until later on this afternoon." She handed him
the camera.  "Why don't you load these pictures into the computer and erase
the memory card while Anne and I clean up the kitchen so that we can go to
the mall."
   "Go to the mall?" He stared at her in disbelief.  In the back of his
mind he had been hatching a plan to coax Anne into "practicing" for the
upcoming slumber party.  She could fake the virginity at party time,
couldn't she?  Who, but he, would know the difference?  "Shopping?" he
croaked.
   "We've got to get you some new clothes.  If you're going to start
hanging with our friends, you can't continue dressing like a dork."
   Anne smiled at him and gave him a squeeze.  "I want to be proud of you,
Studly."
   "So let's get a move on!  We don't want to waste the entire day--I think
we all want to get back to that unfinished business."
   ***
   Shopping with the girls was very different from shopping for school
clothes with his mother--although, just like with her, he really didn't get
much say in the matter.  While mother treated it as a chore, the girls
considered it a challenge.
   "This is really cool," Anne said.  "Dressing a guy from the ground up,
just the way you want him."
   "See?" my sister said, turning to me with a smirk.  "And you thought we
were wasting our time playing with Barbie and Ken."
   And give him a complete fashion makeover, they did--from the skin out.
They ended up with several pairs of new pants--cargos were definitely out,
he was told--and a selection of tees, oxfords, polos, and sweaters that he
was supposed to wear in combinations, plus socks to replace his favorite
white sweat socks, and a new pair of Nikes.  When he had tried to add a
Spiderman and a Batman tee shirt to the pile at the checkout counter, his
sister had simply pushed them aside and hissed, "Grow up!".
   He raised a protest, however, when they started looking at underwear.
   "I don't wear that kind," he informed Anne when she held up a pair of
boxers.  "I prefer briefs."
   "These will be more comfortable," she said.  "They'll give you freedom
of movement--what do you think Molly?  Plaids or solids?"
   "Why don't we mix them up," said his sister.
   "I don't want freedom of movement," he said, surprised to be embarrassed
about talking about such things with girls--and in public, no less--despite
his liberating nudist experience.
   "You'll get used to them.  We've got to take good care of that thing,"
she said with a glance toward his crotch.  "I've read that briefs can lead
to sterility."
   "Sterility could be a good thing," he countered.
   "Studly!  How can you say that?  I don't know about you, but I want to
have babies and we never know how long temporary is going to be.  You
wouldn't want me to have to go to someone else for them, would you?"
   While he was trying to formulate a simple answer to that complex
question, an older woman who was pawing through shorts on the other side of
the display looked at him and said, "Pay attention to what she's saying,
young man.  Penis health isn't something to be taken lightly."
   Looking around, he didn't see another man in the men's section.  But
there were plenty of women around, and they all seemed to be glaring at
him. If he could have, he'd have shrunk right down into his socks.
   So, they added a stack of boxer shorts to the pile of clothing they were
carrying.  Silk shorts--he was really going to love them, he was told.  The
final pair had red hearts, pink, puckered lips, and black exclamation
points.  "These will be for our special times," Anne whispered in his ear.
"I'm looking forward to seeing you in them, aren't you?"
   His favorite part of the trip was when they went into the lingerie
store. Anne bought a black lace baby doll with a matching pair of panties
to wear at the slumber party.  He couldn't wait to see her in them.  His
sister found something the girls called a "camisole slip" in a bargain bin.
She didn't try it on, but she held it up and it hung down just to below her
crotch.  The three of them searched together for a pair of matching
panties, but they weren't able to find one.  Molly decided she would just
have to wear the garment without panties.  Now, that, too, he hoped to get
a chance to see.
   All in all, the three-hour shopping experience--other than the thirty
minutes spent in the men's underwear section--had been an enjoyable
experience.  Anne was never more than an arm's length away from him, and
when they weren't holding hands, he usually had an arm around her waist. 
And if his hand slipped down to squeeze her ass, she just whispered,
"Studly!  Behave," and moved even closer.  The feel and the smell of a
woman, so intimately close, was such a delightful experience that he had a
hard time envisioning himself accompanying Freddy to the mall ever again.
   "Mom's going to have a fit when she sees her charge card bill," he
commented as they drove home with him in the back seat, the girls in front,
and his sister driving.  They had paid with the credit card their mother
had left with them for use in case of an emergency.
   "She just pays it," said his sister.  "She won't even notice.  Besides,
she doesn't mind us spending money for school clothes."
   He had a problem associating sexy boxer shorts with school clothes, but
of course the distinction would not be made on the credit card bill.
   "Men's clothes do cost a lot of money, though," said Anne.  "We could
have bought twice as much stuff for ourselves.  There's always good stuff
on sale."
   "Men's clothing is cheaper in the long run," his sister replied
knowledgeably.  "They wear their things out.  You should see some of the
things my dad still wears."
   "Just think how much money we could save on clothes if we were all
nudists." Rory chimed in.
   "All?  You mean like everybody in the world?" asked Molly.  "The world
would go to pot.  Just think of all the people who are employed in the
clothing industry."
   "He doesn't understand that," said Anne.  "He won't study economics
until next year."
   "I didn't mean everybody," he stated.  "Just our family."
   "Yuck!  Dad nude?  What if he has a big schlong like you?  I don't even
want to imagine it!"
   He snickered.  "I wasn't thinking about Dad naked.  I was thinking about
Mom.  I'll bet she's every bit as sexy as the mothers in that nudist
magazine--just like you."
   "Rory!  Is sex all you can think about?"
   "Pretty much," he said with a stupid grin.
   She sighed.  "Now you're acting like a dork again."
   "You can't really blame him," said Anne.  "It's been pretty much on my
mind, too."
   Molly laughed.  "Mine, too.  Maybe it's contagious."
   She turned onto the street where their home was, then turned her
attention to her brother.  "Rory, we've done our job, you're going to look
the part, now it's up to you to do the rest.  Try not to act too much like
a dork, and if anyone asks you why you're two years behind everyone else,
just tell them you have a problem with mathematics."
   "Damn, Molly!  I might have a problem with mathematics, but not enough
to be set back two years!"
   "Just do as I say and you'll be all right.  I'm not asking you to lie.
Trust me, no one's going to inquire about the extent of your problem."
   "People will think I'm a nerd."
   "Nerds have no problem with math.  Real men do."
   "And another thing, Studly," Anne added.  "I want you to hit on a few of
my girlfriends now and then."
   "Huh?"
   "I wouldn't want people to think I got you because no one else wants
you," she explained.
   "Okay," he said, "and what happens if I'm successful with one of the
girls that I hit on?"
   His sister thought that was terribly funny.  "You're still Rory Slocum!
Did you think you'd suddenly turned into Rory Calhoun?"
   So, his dream of girls rushing from all over to flop down at his feet
and spread their legs was a little farfetched.  The fact was, Anne was the
first girl he had even come close to seducing in his entire life.  And he
wasn't even sure how that had happened.  Still, he was way ahead of his
perverted old pal Freddy.  Freddy was probably wanking off right now, while
slobbering over a porn magazine.  And Rory was so close to the real thing
that he could taste it.  In fact, he had tasted it, twice this morning and
once last night.  And he planned on tasting more of it, really soon.
   There was a grin of anticipation on his face when his sister pulled the
car into their driveway.  The shopping trip had been sort of like
foreplay--a pleasant delay that had allowed his anticipation to build.  Now
he could get back to his original plan, convincing Anne that she needed to
practice for her public debut at the upcoming slumber party....
   Continued in Chapter 4
  
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