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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,
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   What Mom and Dad Don't Know (C) 2005 by Peter Teamo
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   Chapter 4
   Balancing an armload of packages, Rory kicked the door shut behind him
as he followed the girls into the house.
   "God!  I can't wait to get out of my things," said Molly.  Tossing her
packages aside, she whipped her top up and struggled to get it over her
head.
   "Me, either," said Anne.  She slipped the straps of the sundress she was
wearing down and off her shoulders.
   Rory watched the top of the dress fall to Anne's waist while he
unbuttoned his own shirt.  By the time he looked back at his sister, she
had already kicked her skirt aside and was reaching behind her back to
unhook her bra.
   "I hate bras." she said.
   "Me, too," said Anne, reaching to unhook her own bra.  "Panties, too. 
They get so hot and steamy." Her tits wobbled as they came into view.
   "Wear cotton," suggested Molly.  "They're more airy."
   "Granny panties?" She chuckled.  "I do most of the time, but not when
I'm going to get hot and steamy."
   Rory was amazed at how quickly a girl could get out of her clothes. 
They were both naked, his sister doing stretching exercises that showed off
her body quite nicely, while he was still unbuckling his pants.  If it was
so easy to get their clothes off, how come it didn't happen more often?  he
wondered.
   "Rory, I've got to give you credit," his sister said.  "This nudist
thing is really a great idea."
   "Isn't it cool?" chimed in his adorable Pickles.
   Naked, now, Rory just stood there, appreciating the sight of the two
naked girls and comparing their bodies.  He had never noticed it before,
but seeing them nude, their figures were similar enough that they could
almost be taken for sisters.  Anne was a couple of inches taller than
Molly, but Molly hadn't bothered to take off her shoes--they were nothing
more than a bunch of black straps that crisscrossed over her foot--and the
high heel brought her up to Anne's height.  Both had deep brown, almost
black, hair, but Molly's dipped slightly over one eye and was cut to barely
graze her shoulders while Anne's hung straight down on each side far enough
to just cover her tits when it draped down in front.  Usually it did, on
one side or the other, and the nipple peeked through the strands just as
cute as can be.  She was constantly tossing her head, throwing her hair to
her back, but it never stayed there for long.
   Their tits could have come from the same mold.  Tight, round bulbs, just
a bit more than a handful.  If you got right down to it, Anne's nipples
were more coral-hued while Molly's were pinkish, and just a trifle smaller.
Both had dark pussy hair--Molly's black, while Anne's was a just a shade
more on the brown side.  Anne's was triangular, stretching at the top
halfway across her thighs to her hips, while Molly's was a smaller, oval
patch, closely centered between her legs.  It didn't appear as though
either girl shaved or trimmed their pussies like the women he had seen in
the magazines.
   Molly's body looked as if it never saw the sun.  It was almost white. 
Anne, however, had a slight tan with just the faint trace of a bikini
shadow.  The only way you would be able to tell the difference between
either girl in the dark was by their hair, both that on their heads and
between their legs.  The thought of trying to make such a comparison
brought a grin to Rory's face.
   "Instead of just standing there ogling us, why don't you do something
useful," said Molly, flopping down onto the couch.  She was followed a
second later by Anne.  "Get us something to drink."
   "Sure," he said.  "Coke or iced tea?"
   "You guys up for a beer?" she asked with a sly grin.
   "A beer?" His eyebrows rose.
   "The folks let me drink a beer now and then," she said, "and since I'm
in charge, it'll be my ass if you get drunk and do something stupid."
   He grinned.  "You talked me into it.  "How about you, Anne?"
   "My mom would have a fit if I came home with alcohol on my breath." She
looked at her watch.  "Oh, God!  It's getting late, I need to be getting
home anyway."
   His heart sank.  To think he had wasted an entire afternoon shopping
instead of playing sexy games with his new girlfriend!  And now, it looks
like he had lost the chance--And, who knows?  He might not get another
before the slumber party.  That was almost two weeks away!
   Molly reached out and caught her friend's wrists.  "I've got an idea! 
Why don't you call your mother and get permission to sleep over tonight?"
   "I don't know, Molly.  She probably wouldn't want me to stay if you mom
and dad aren't here."
   "How's she going to know?  Our parents never get together."
   "What if she wants to talk to your mother?"
   Molly shrugged.  "If she asks, just tell her she's not here right now.
You don't have to lie.  If that's not good enough for her, at least you
tried."
   "I'll do it!"
   Rory watched with mixed emotions as Anne went to the phone.  He had been
counting on sleeping with his sister again tonight, Their parents would be
back tomorrow night, so who knows when, or if, that chance would ever come
again.
   Anne talked with her mother on the phone for a few minutes, then pushed
it toward Rory.  "Here, she wants to talk to you."
   "Me?  Why--Oh, hi--"
   "Rory, are you Molly's brother?"
   "Yes, Mrs.  Pegler."
   "Anne tells me your parents are not there."
   "Ah, yeah--no, not at the moment--but they won't be gone forever."
   "I should hope not." She laughed.  "Do you think my daughter would be
too much trouble--"
   "Oh, no!  Not at all.  We've got lots of beds."
   "Beds?"
   "I mean, plenty of room."
   There was a pause, then Anne's mother said cautiously, "I'm going to
count on you to watch out for her, Rory.  No hanky panky.  I wouldn't want
her getting into any trouble.  You know how it is with young girls."
   "Yeah, I know, Mrs.  Pegler.  But you can count on me.  I'm used to it.
I'm always keeping an eye on my sister."
   "Good.  Then I won't have to worry." She laughed, sounding relieved. 
"I'm sorry if I'm sounding like a protective mother hen, Rory, but she's my
pride and joy.  Just make sure she gets back to me intact.  Bye, now."
   Rory hang up the phone and rolled his eyes.  Then he looked over at Mrs.
Pegler's pride and joy--beautifully naked, ripe, and enticing--and his
heart sank.  What had he done?  He had just promised to deliver Anne back
to her mother "intact" when he had been scheming to do exactly the
opposite!
   "So, what's the verdict?"
   "You can stay."
   "You don't look too happy about it."
   "I'm okay with it," he said, trying to sound enthusiastic.
   "I know what it is," Molly said with a smirk.  "I'll bet he was hoping I
would crawl into his bed again tonight."
   Damn her!  He had no privacy at all.  She was always reading his mind.
"Naw," he said.  "That's not it." Anyway, she had only figured out part of
it.
   "How about a ménage à trois?"
   "What's that?"
   "Three people sleeping in the same bed."
   Rory's interest perked, then folded.  "My bed's not big enough."
   "Mom and Dad's is."
   Oh, wow!  is what he wanted to say.  But he caught myself.  That would
be the old Rory.  "I could handle that," he said instead.
   "Look at the grin on his face!" said Anne.  "Isn't that too precious?"
   Molly chuckled.  "Beers for the naked ladies, please." she said, with a
frivolous wave of her hand.  "And one for yourself."
   He rushed to the kitchen.  Beer and naked ladies!  Life had certainly
taken an interesting turn since his pants came off.  So he would have to
wait a few more days to fuck Anne.  If he could live until the slumber
party, at least he wouldn't die a virgin.
   He took three cans of beer from the refrigerator.  Then he set the beers
down on the kitchen table and sat down to think for a moment.  He had never
had a beer before.  And, before yesterday, he had never been naked in front
of a girl.  Nor had he even seen a girl naked--a live one, anyway.
   Something had happened; something had changed.  It hadn't been the
girls. Sure, they were sitting out there naked.  But they were just sitting
there, chatting about the same, silly things they always had.  They had
quickly adjusted to their nudity, wearing it just as if it were a new, more
revealing, swimsuit.  They certainly hadn't suddenly become sex fiends. 
Nor had he.  He was the same guy he was before.  Or was he?  He had
apparently developed an adult body.  But that had not happened suddenly--it
had occurred over time.  His awareness of it had come suddenly.  Could it
be that his maturity had just come suddenly?  Could maturity be nothing
more than an attitude?
   He shook his head.  It was all pretty confusing to his young mind.  But,
whatever, right at this moment he wouldn't trade places with any other guy
in school.  With a satisfied smile, he picked up the beers and headed back
to his naked women.  His harem.  Now, there was an adult thought!
   The girls didn't even look up when he approached.  They were animatedly
discussing hairstyles, their tits shifting interestingly as they reached up
and experimented with their hair to get different effects.  He handed them
each a beer and settled down on the floor in front of them, his head at
pussy-level.
   He popped the top of the can and took an experimental sip.  He grimaced.
He hadn't expected such a bitter taste.  What did people see in this?  Oh,
well.  He took another cautious sip, then burped.
   "Rory!  How gross!"
   He just grinned and wiped his lips.  That had been a good one--nice and
deep, from way down in his belly.  Felt good, too.  He wiped his lips with
the back of his hand and turned his attention to the entertainment.  He had
a sneaking suspicion that if the girls had been wearing short skirts, they
would have had their legs crossed and their thighs squeezed modestly
together.  It was maddening the way girls seemed to instinctively do that.
As much as he had tried, he could not remember ever once catching even a
flash of a girl's panties.
   But the girls seemed to have given up and discarded their modesty along
with their clothing.  Anne was slouched back on the couch, much as his
sister had been the night before, with her knees spread.  Molly had one leg
drawn up under the other.  The result was that both pussies were fully
exposed to his curious eyes.  Anne's was simply two plump ridges of flesh,
completely surrounded by hair.  His sister's was hairy mostly at the top,
with only a few scattered curls surrounding her pussy crease.  A dark,
thin, jagged line split the outer lips, and he now knew that to be her
inner lips protruding--something that had always puzzled him when looking
at Freddy's porn pictures.
   "Are you staring at our pussies?" his sister demanded.
   "Yeah," he said with a grin.
   Molly rolled her eyes.  "Don't guys ever grow up?"
   Anne tittered, and her pretty tits jiggled.  "After spending all my life
hiding things," she said, spreading her legs just a little wider and giving
Rory a wink, "I'd hate to find out now that guy aren't interested."
   The view improved, but her pussy lips remained tightly sealed.  God,
Rory wanted to move over there and pry them apart.  His mouth began to
water as he remembered her girlie taste.  His cock began to rise, and he
just leaned back on his hands, spread his legs, and let it sprout.
   "You talk like a slut," said Molly.
   "And you talk like a prude," retorted Anne.
   They both started laughing, and their bodies did the most amazing
things. Rory drank some more of his beer, a full swallow this time.  He was
getting used to the taste.  This must be the way a gardener feels when he
looks at a nice rose, he thought.  But a rose was only pretty colors and
nicely shaped petals.  A girl was so much more.  Awesome curves and
intriguing shadows, stretches of smooth skin broken by dark, crinkly curls,
the beautiful rounds of tits which were crowned with their own smaller,
delicately shaded, rounded caps.  Everything about them was appealing, even
their hands, arms, elbows, knees, feet, and toes.
   Toes?  Yes, even girls' toes were interesting.  Rory took another long
swallow of beer and reached for Anne's foot.
   "Don't tickle me!  Please."
   "I'm not going to tickle you," he said.  "I just want to look.  You've
got beautiful toes."
   "Omigod!  Did you hear that, Molly?  Studly says I have beautiful toes!"
   "Perhaps Studly has a foot fetish," said Molly.  Then, suddenly, she
burst into giggles.
   A moment later, Anne was giggling, too."
   Rory was sorely tempted to join in the jollity by tickling Anne's foot,
but he had told her he wouldn't.  He was going to have to quit making those
dumb promises!  Instead, he dipped his head, pulled Anne's foot to his
mouth, and began sucking her big toe.
   She squealed, and her body shook.
   Entranced by the taste of her dainty toe in his mouth and the feel of
her delicate foot in his hand, Rory sucked and licked the toe and nibbled
at the nail.
   All conversation had stopped, and both girls were staring wide-eyed at
what was happening to Anne's toe.  But Anne was also experiencing some very
pleasant and stimulating sensations.
   Rory had stopped sucking, and now he was carefully licking between each
toe.
   "That looks disgusting," commented Molly, but there was no condemnation
in her voice.
   "I'm melting inside," said Anne.
   Rory responded softly, and his breath was warm on her foot, his words
crawling right up the inside of her thigh to enter her body and burst
within her.  "I'm going to suck even more that your toe at the slumber
party, Pickles," he said slowly.  "I'm going to suck and lick every part of
your body.  I'll start with you toes, and lick all the way up your legs and
the insides of your thighs...with all your friends watching.  I'll suck
your toes, and your fingers, and your nose, and your earlobes, and I'll
lick your eyelashes.  Then, I'll kiss you.  I'll stick my tongue in your
mouth, kiss your chin, nibble your neck, and suck your nipples until
they're ready to burst.  And then, when all your friends can see that your
are leaking, I'm going to lick up all the hot juices that are running down
your leg, and then I'll stick my tongue into your pussy.  After I suck you
dry, I'll find your tiniest, little spot and suck that into my mouth--
   "Oh, God--"
   "--and squeeze it between my lips."
   Anne squealed.  "Omigod!  I'm going to have an orgasm!" Her body
shuddered.
   "You can't get an orgasm from toe-sucking," said Anne.
   "Well, you can come damn close!"
   Rory gently lowered Anne's foot so that it wouldn't swing down and the
heel bang against the bottom of the sofa.  Where had those words come from?
he asked himself.  The imagery had affected him almost as much as it had
affected Anne.  He shook his head, but his erotic thoughts did not go away.
He tipped his beer can up and drained it.
   He belched, and both girls snapped instantly back to reality.
   "Idiot!" scolded his sister.  "You were on a roll there, but you lost
it."
   "Huh?  What did I do?"
   "Women do not find burping, belching, and farting sexually stimulating,"
she informed him."
   "Damn!  You guys sure are sensitive."
   "We're women!  Deal with it!  Here--" she handed him her empty beer can
"--bring me another beer.  You want one, Anne?"
   "I really shouldn't." But, she giggled, and drained her can.  "What the
heck!" She handed Rory her can.
   He stumbled as he headed back to the kitchen, and almost fell.  But he
caught himself.  A feeling of lightness passed over him, and he clung to
the refrigerator door for a moment before reaching in to pull out three
more cold cans of beer.  He attributed the feeling to the sexual, almost
trancelike, state he had been in while playing with Anne's foot.  He could
have had her, right there and then.  If it hadn't been for his sister
watching.  And his promise to her mother.
   Damn that promise!  Exactly what had she meant by "intact?" Maybe she
was just worried about bruises and scrapes.  Maybe broken bones.  If she
had worried about him fucking her daughter, wouldn't she have come right
out and told him so?  Parents were like that; they didn't beat around the
bush.  Nope, she hadn't said anything about that, so that made Anne fair
game.
   That left his sister.  But, if he played his cards right, maybe he could
get her to help him....
   When he returned to the living room, the girls had their heads close
together, giggling about something.
   "What's up?"
   "Oh, just girl talk."
   "That's what I thought." Moving to stand between them, he said, "Scoot
over."
   "You can sit over there--"
   "I'm sitting here," he said, squeezing between them.  "You're the
oldest. When we have clothes on, you're in charge.  I'm the man.  When
we're nude, I'm in charge."
   "Says who?"
   "Says the Bible."
   "I never read that."
   "It says wives are supposed to obey their husbands and all that other
stuff.  This is all that other stuff."
   Molly's jaw dropped opened, but she was speechless.
   Anne looked up at him, her eyes gleaming.  "My, Studly, you've certainly
become macho."
   Ignoring his sister, he turned to Anne.  "Pickles," he said softly, "you
know all those things I said I was going to do to you?"
   She caught her breath.  "Yes?"
   "Well, I'm really going to do them.  As if drawn my magnets, their
mouths drew together.  When his tongue pushed into her mouth, meeting and
twining with hers, she twisted toward him, her breast pressing against his
arm.  His hands threaded through her hair, caressed the back of her neck,
her shoulders.  Her hips arched toward him.
   "And what am I supposed to do," grunted Molly.  "Just sit here and
twiddle my thumbs while you guys make out?"
   The pair separated, and Rory leaned back and took a couple of deep,
steadying breaths before replying.  "No," he said.  "I thought you might
take pictures."
   "Take pictures?  You've got to be kidding me!"
   Rory felt giddy inside.  Her reaction had been just what he expected. 
She was so predictable.
   "We need to practice for the slumber party."
   "Oh, no!" Anne was horrified.  "We can't do that.  I thought you were
experienced.  I thought you knew all about it."
   "Ah, sure.  But you're the one I'm thinking about.  You want to put on a
good show in front of your friends, don't you?"
   "Me?  What do I have to do?  I just lay there, you do all the work."
   "There's more to it than that, Anne," said Molly.
   "Besides, Molly needs the practice, too."
   "I'm quite capable of operating a video camera, thank you.  I'm the
official family, as well as slumber party, photographer!"
   "Have you ever seen a sex flick?"
   "Pornography?  I wouldn't be caught dead--"
   "Well, they're not the same as pictures of a thanksgiving day family
feast.  You've got to move in real close and shoot from different angles.
And you're going to have to move real fast if you want to get shots of
reactions as well as what's really happening.  How are you going to do that
if you haven't practiced ahead of time?"
   She gnawed on a fingernail for a moment, then said, "I see what you
mean." She turned to Anne.  "Studly is right, Pickles.  You've got to do
it."
   Anne groaned.  "You can't practice losing your virginity."
   He moved his lips close to her ear and whispered, "Who's gong to know,
sweetheart?  Just you and me."
   "That's the point!" Her eyes glistened moistly as she tried to explain.
"Honey, this is very important to me.  Doesn't it mean anything at all to
you?"
   He leaned back again.  Shit!  He was completely stymied.  No, it wasn't
important to him.  But it was important to her, so that made it seem
important to him.  God!  What a mess!
   Suddenly, Anne brightened.  "You could do it!" she said to Molly.  "I
could watch and get all kinds of tips that way.  And since you're his
sister, I wouldn't be jealous."
   "Well, I'm certainly not going to give up my own virginity in a
demonstration fuck with my own brother!"
   Anne's spirit dropped.  "I guess that is asking a little much.  Maybe we
can get someone else--" Her eyes suddenly brightened.
   "Shana!" Both girls said together.
   "Yes!" said Molly, jumping up and rushing to the telephone.  "She's just
boy-crazy enough to do it."
   Both girls had scampered away from the couch, leaving Rory sitting by
himself.  He just shrugged and took another long sip of beer, then waited
for his head to stop swirling.  He had no idea what was gong on--there was
just no figuring out girls.
   "Shana?  Hi!  It's Molly--Molly Slocum....Oh, nothing.  Anne--you know,
Anne Pegler?  Anyway, she and I and my brother were just sitting here
talking, you know, with no clothes on, when your name came up--pardon
me?...No, it's not an orgy, just a nudist thing--sort of a club....Well, I
didn't think you would be interested....Fucking?  Of course not.  He's my
brother, and you know how Anne feels about her cherry.  She's saving it for
some special occasion....Huh?  Sure he fucks--all the time.  Let me tell
you, he's an embarrassment to the family--What?  Right now?  Yeah, it's
hard--wouldn't you think it would be?  What with being around two sexy
females and no way for relief....sure, we'll be here."
   She hung up the phone and let out a loud, "Yessss!  She's on her way
over."
   Hearing a thump, the girls turned around.
   "Oh my God!" exclaimed Anne.  "He's fallen off the couch!"
   Molly's eyes turned heavenward and she sighed.  "He's drunk."
   ***
   Shana arrived fifteen minutes later.  For ten of those minutes, Rory was
standing--propped up, at first my Molly and Anne--under a cold shower. 
Molly would have left him in there even longer, but his skin was beginning
to take on a pale blue color and she was afraid Shana would not find that a
turn-on.
   But by the time the girl arrived, Rory had been dried with fluffy towels
by the two girls until his skin was pink and vibrant again.  They had
powdered him with some of her dad's talcum, then used his aftershave to
spice him up some more.
   "You don't need to put any down there," Anne said as Rory's sister
dripped aftershave lotion in her hand, then rubbed it into the his pubic
hair.  "I just want her to fuck him, not do everything."
   Anne put some more aftershave in her palm, and then she wrapped it
around her brother's cock.  "You know how it goes, Anne," she said, gently
massaging the cock with fragrance.  "You read romance novels, just like me.
You never start out fucking.  One thing just leads to another."
   "Well, he's mine.  I don't want her to think she can take special
liberties anytime she pleases."
   "I'm yours," Rory said in a thick voice.  He was standing on his own,
but swaying dangerously.
   "Honey, I don't want you to forget that," said Anne, wrapping her arms
around him and giving him a kiss.
   After a moment, his hands started moving over her back.  Moving
downward, they gripped her buttocks, and pulled her naked groin tightly to
his.
   "I think he's with us," said Molly, who was watching intently.
   Anne released her tight embrace.  "Honey, when you fuck this girl, I
don't want you to think about her at all.  I just want you to think about
me.  Okay?"
   "I'm going to fuck a girl?  I've never--"
   "After tonight, you'll never have to say that again," interrupted his
sister.  The girls had each taken a hand and were leading him down the
stairs.  "Watch your step."
   The doorbell rang just as they reached the foot of the stairs.
   "Ohhh!" whined Molly.  "We've run out of time!  Get the door Anne."
   When the other girl rushed off, Molly hugged her brother.  "Little
brother, try to pay attention.  This is going to be such a special time for
you." She planted a tender kiss in the crook of his neck.  "I want you to
enjoy it."
   "I'm going to fuck a girl," he said mechanically.
   "Yes." She hugged him again, and there was a tear in her eye.  "And I
wish it was me," she whispered.  "Try not to fuck up, Rory.  I'm going to
be taking pictures so that you can remember this for the rest of your life.
You wouldn't want something ugly to show your grandkids, would you?"
   His mind was working slowly, but the words were beginning to sink in. 
He was going to fuck a girl.  And his sister wanted to fuck him...for the
rest of his life, she was saying.  Or was it that he wanted to fuck her? 
"I want to fuck you," he said.
   His words made her catch her breath.  Of course, he was drunk.  He was
just saying things.  Repeating back what she shouldn't have told him, the
desire that, until now, she had never even admitted herself.  With her face
flushed, she turned Rory around to face Anne and Shana.
   "Hi, Shana," she said, forcing a smile.  "Glad you could make it.  This
is my brother, Rory."
   "I'm going to fuck you," said Rory.  He dropped his sister's hand and
started toward the girl.  She was a tall girl, as tall as he was, with
shoulder-length blonde hair, blue eyes, and cherry-red lips.  Her figure
was slighter than either of the other girls, and her breasts looked to be
smaller.  She was wearing a blue crop top that left her midriff exposed and
a short dark blue skirt.  A ruby-red stone sparkled in her navel.
   His sister quickly grabbed her video camera to record the scene.
   Shana gave his naked figure a quick once-over as he moved toward her. 
"My!" she said.  "You're a big boy aren't you?"
   His hands gripped her bare waist and adrenaline charged his system at
the feel of feminine flesh.  His head began to clear.  "I'm going to fuck
you, baby," he said to her again as his lips descended to hers.
   "Oh, yes!  Yes, you are!" she said happily just before their lips
merged.
   Rory's hands began working the girl's top upward.
   "No1" exclaimed Anne.  "This is all wrong!  He's not supposed to be
doing this--not here by the door.  He's supposed to be undressing me in the
middle of the living room--right in front of everybody."
   The girl turned toward Anne.  "He's not undressing you, honey.  He's
undressing me.  And what's with the camera?"
   "We're making a video," Molly explained hurriedly.  "You know, just
playing around.  Something to do.  It's a story of a virgin who's losing
her cherry.  Anne's directing it--she'll tell you what to do."
   "Making your own sex video?  Why don't you just rent one?"
   "Ah, it's sort of a hobby--"
   "That's kooky!  I'd be afraid my mom and dad would find it.  Can you
imagine?"
   Molly shuddered.  She didn't even want to imagine such a thing. 
"Anyway, you're a virgin, okay?  And the guy who's fucking you is a klutz."
   "A klutz?"
   "Yeah.  You're going to have to show him what to do."
   The girl frowned.  "Let me get this straight.  I'm supposed to be a
virgin, and I'm supposed to tell the guy fucking me how to do it?"
   "Look," said Molly in exasperation, "this isn't a Hollywood production.
We're not looking for an Academy Award performance.  Do you want to do it
or not?"
   The girl considered.  "Well, I hadn't expected an audience and cameras.
I thought your were having a party or an orgy or something." Then, looking
at Rory--who was still a little wobbly, but standing on his own--she
smiled. "Sure, why not?  Where are we going to do it?"
   "Right here," said Anne, indicating a spot on the living room floor with
a wave of her hand.
   "You got a towel or something?"
   Molly stared at the girl blankly.  "A towel?"
   "It might get pretty juicy."
   "Ah, yes!  A towel--just a minute," Molly said, rushing off.
   While they waited, Shana gave Rory's naked body a thorough inspection.
"Not bad, for a klutz," she said with a grin.  "How come I've never seen
you around?"
   "He's a couple of years behind us in school," Anne spoke up quickly. 
"He has trouble with mathematics."
   Shana nodded her head.  "Math will do it every time." She moved closer
to Rory.
   "Don't touch him!" Anne shouted in alarm.
   "Huh?"
   "You don't want to, ah, muss him up."
   Shana looked puzzled.  "What's to muss?"
   She was saved from having to answer that question by the return of
Molly, carrying a big beach towel.  She and Anne pushed aside the coffee
table and spread the towel on the floor in the middle of the living room.
The setting for the scene established, Molly quickly connected her video
camera to a tripod and positioned in for a good view of the action to come.
   "Are you going to shoot everything from the same angle?" asked Shana.
   "Actually, no," replied Molly, surprised that the girl was even aware of
the artistic side of what was going on.  "I have another camera, and I will
be moving around with that for different views.  Later, I'll edit it
together into one continuous scene."
   "Sounds professional."
   "I'm good at this," Molly stated matter-of-factly, peering through the
viewfinder for one last check.  "I've been doing this since I was
thirteen." Satisfied that all was ready, she stepped back.  "Okay, guys,
get into position."
   Shana took Rory's hand and led him to the middle of the towel.  "Is this
the way we're going to start?  With him nude and me fully dressed?"
   Molly thought for a minute.  "Yeah...pretend that you're the pizza
delivery girl and you just happened to stumble onto one of our nudist
get-togethers."
   Shana chuckled.  "You guys throw some wicked parties."
   "Anne," said Molly, "run into the kitchen.  There's a pizza box from
last night."
   A minute later, Anne returned with the pizza box and handed it to Shana.
   "Where's the pizza?"
   "We ate it last night."
   "Shit!  You should have called me than."
   "It's just a prop, Shana--to make things more realistic.  They never use
real pizza in Hollywood.  Imagine how cold it would get?  Just pretend--"
   "There's far too much pretending going on here.  It spoils the mood. 
Are we going to fuck or not?"
   "Okay, okay!  We should be ready now.  Get into your positions." Molly
framed the view and started the video camera running.  "Action!" she said
crisply.
   "Wait a minute," said Shana, holding up her hands.  "Where are the
condoms?"
   Molly sighed a deep breath and her shoulders sagged.  "Condoms?"
   "Safe sex makes common sense," said her brother, repeating the mantra
that had been drummed in all their heads during sex ed classes.
   "We don't have any==oh, God!  Yes we do!" She turned and scurried up the
stairs again.  Entering her parents room she went directly to the
nightstand on her father's side of the bed.  A minute later, she was back
downstairs and handing a foil packet to Shana.  "Will this do?" she asked,
catching her breath.
   "I prefer the flavored kind--I just love frangipani.  Or the ribbed
ones."
   "That's all we have," Molly stated firmly.  "Deal with it!"
   She stepped back and surveyed the scene==Anne sitting apprehensively on
her knees off to the side of the towel, Shana and her brother standing in
the center of it.  She was clothed and holding the empty pizza box; Rory
was naked, with nothing to shield his innocence.  This...slut was going to
rob him of that innocence.  It should be a very special experience for him
and he was going to screw up.  She just knew he would--
   "I've got to pee," she said suddenly.
   The other three just stared at her.
   "I'd go with you," said Anne, "but I can't.  Somebody has to stay her
and keep an eye on...things."
   "That's all right.  I want Rory to come with me." She grabbed her
brother's hand and led him up the stairs before anyone could protest.
   As soon as the bathroom door was shut--and locked--she sat down on the
toilet seat and started to release a stream of piss.  "Don't gawk!" she
said.  "Haven't you ever seen a girl pee before?"
   "No."
   "Well, it's not very interesting, is it?  Besides, it's disgusting and
embarrassing as hell.  Go ahead--you don't have to wait for me.  Use the
sink."
   "I don't have to pee," he said, not seeming to find the sight the least
bit disgusting.
   "Pee!" she directed him.  "You wouldn't want to have the urge a few
minutes from now--when you're inside her--would you?"
   "Inside her?" Grinning at that thought, he hoisted his prick over the
edge of the sink and let loose a yellow stream that swirled around the bowl
before draining away.  "Nope, I wouldn't want to do that."
   Molly grabbed a handful of toilet paper and pressed it between her legs.
"Are you still drunk?" she asked.
   "Naw, I'm okay, now.  I've got a little headache, but that's all."
   "We can fix that headache," she said, opening the medicine cabinet. 
"Clean up that sink."
   Two minutes later, he was finished with his janitorial duties and had
just downed two pills.
   "Your head will feel better in a few minutes," she assured him.  "Now,
Rory, pay attention.  There's a reason I brought you up here with me."
   He grinned at her.  "You mean, besides just a little brother-sister
bonding?"
   Wisecracks!  Thank God!  That meant he really was sobering.  Suddenly, a
rush of emotion filled her.  She hugged her brother and fought back a tear.
"Dammit, Rory!  I really do love you," she said, savoring the feel of his
warm body pressed intimately against her own.  Then she gave him a
kiss....a kiss filled with every ounce of passion she had.  When she felt
his cock beginning to rise and bump against her bare legs, she released him
and stepped back.
   "What do you know about premature ejaculation?"
   He though for a moment.  "Premature ejac--"
   "Ejaculation."
   "I've heard girls making jokes about it--coming too quickly, I think."
   "Like maybe coming before you put it in," she told him.  "It comes form
being really excited--"
   "Like, maybe, your first time?"
   "Exactly."
   "Fuck!"
   "That would be totally uncool, wouldn't it?"
   "It wouldn't impress Pickles very much, would it?"
   "So you understand the problem."
   "But how can I--I mean, hell!  I'm ready to shot right now.  I've been
ready all day long."
   "I've read some things in Cosmo that might help you.  When you can't
hold it any longer, put you mind on something else, multiplication
tables--"
   "But I don't know the multiplication tables!"
   "--or the Gettysburg Address."
   "Maybe I can do that.  Does it start three score, or four score?"
   "It doesn't matter.  You're not being graded on that."
   "I'll try, Sis.  But it won't be easy."
   "How many times can you do it," she went on quickly, "say in an hour?  I
mean, you can do it more that once, can't you?"
   "You mean, come?  Sure I can do it more than once.  But in an hour? 
Twice, three, maybe four times.  But I've never actually gone over three."
   "Good!  Because Cosmo says the second one takes longer.  So we're going
to whip out that first one right now and get it out of the way."
   "Huh?"
   Molly grabbed her brother's cock and started jacking it, hard and fast.
   "Wait a minute!" he protested, grabbing her hand and holding it still.
"Do you want to be raped?"
   "Of course not."
   "Well, neither do I."
   "Oh, I'm sorry.  I just wasn't thinking.  I mean, I thought guys--"
   "Like loving...just like girls," he said softly, guiding her hand into a
gentle, stroking motion.  "Be gentle.  Treat that thing with respect."
   "It wasn't my idea to have fun.  I just wanted to get it over with."
   "There's no reason we can't have fun while we're at it."
   "Rory, we're brother and sister.  We can't do the same things as other
people.  You know that."
   "Yeah, but we can do this the same as other people.  Touch me here," he
said, drawing his finger up along the underside of his prick.
   "Like this?" She tickled him lightly with her fingertips and watched his
whole body stiffen.  "Oh, yes.  You do like that, don't you?  You're
beginning to leak."
   "That's pre-cum.  Lick it."
   She made a face.  "I couldn't do that.  That's nasty."
   "That's what Pickles said yesterday.  She was afraid it would kill her.
But it didn't--she's still alive and kicking.  She said Shana actually
swallows come."
   "That little bitch would," she spit out.  "Do you really want to fuck
her?"
   "I really do."
   "You have no taste at all!"
   "You're the one who set this up."
   "Well, if you had any decency at all, you'd tell me to fuck off and
you'd send her home."
   He grinned.  "I haven't a shred of decency, and you know it."
   She stared for a moment at the thick fluid oozing from the tip of his
cock, then bent quickly and licked it up.  "Pretend you didn't see that,"
she said quickly.
   "And you pretend it doesn't taste good."
   "It's...good,' she admitted.
   "Kiss it."
   "No."
   "Come on, Sis," he wheedled.  "I'm your brother.  Don't you love me?"
   "I don't love you that way." You stared at the cock she was holding in
her hand with a curious expression.  "How long does it take this thing to
go off?"
   "Put you mouth on it and it won't take long at all."
   She dropped her head again and kissed the tip.  Her lips lingered, and
then encircled it.  Holding the flanged head between her lips, she teased
the hole in its tip with the tip of her tongue.
   "Oh, geez!"
   Soon, she was licking up and down the stiff shaft and sucking on its tip
as if it were a popsicle.
   He had been right in his prediction.  "Oh God, Sis!  I'm going to come!"
   She jerked his prick out of her mouth just as it erupted and sprayed her
in the face.  A second shot scored a direct hit on her right nostril, then
looped down across her chin.  After the rest of his load had dribbled away,
she stood and looked at herself in the mirror.
   "You bastard!"
   Her brother laughed and handed her a towel.
   "You could have warned me!"
   "I did."
   "You didn't give me much time."
   "That's the way it works, Sis," he said, trying to appear sympathetic.
"Things just happen.  You don't get much time to think.  This is sex."
   "We're just going to forget this ever happened," she said, washing her
hands.  "If one word about this every gets out, I'll have your balls, Rory.
Do you understand that?"
   "I swear," said Rory.  "Scout's honor."
   She grabbed the after shave and rubbed another handful of the lotion
over his prick and his balls.  "I hope that little slut appreciates all the
work we're doing for her--are you sure you can do it again?"
   "Positive!" In fact, his cock was already beginning to harden again as
he considered the fact that he was about to sink it into something a little
more substantial than a fist for the first time in his life.
   "One last thing, Rory," she whispered as they descended the stairs. 
"Pretend you're not enjoying it...for Anne's sake."
   "What about the grandkids?"
   "What grandkids?"
   "The ones you're taking the movies for."
   "Rory!" she said in exasperation.  "You're not taking this serious
enough!"
   "I'm sorry, Sis," he said soberly.  "I won't enjoy this.  I promise."
   To be continued....
  
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