Yes, It was wrong, but Dylan wouldn't say he never thought about it. How could he not? From the day his college girlfriend brought him home to meet her family he couldn't help but notice her younger sister, a high school senior. The first time he saw her, on a warm early fall day, she came in the door wearing nothing but a sports bra, spandex shorts and running shoes. Her olive skin was flushed from her jog and her black hair was pulled back, revealing a cheerful and cute face. Her perky breasts, small but well-shaped, were packed tightly under the bra. 

She was just 17. 

"Hi there!" She said, reaching out her hand. Dylan flashed her a smile and shook it, feeling the slender bones in her hand. She met his gaze and held it. 

"Jeez, Lisa, what an entrance," said Dylan's girlfriend, Janine. "Why don't you just walk out of the shower next time?" 

"Sorry," Lisa said, with a 'Who knows?' shrug at Dylan. 

"That's okay," Dylan mumbled. "I mean, you just ran all over town looking like that, didn't you? Why apologize?" 

Lisa laughed and clapped her hands. She stuck a tongue out at Janine. "See? He's not all uptight like you!" She said. Janine rolled her eyes. 

"Thanks for taking her side," Janine muttered at Dylan. He went red in the face. 

"Well, I'm going to go shower," Lisa announced, bounding up the stairs. "I'll try not to come walking out naked." 

The mental image of her dripping wet and naked crossed Dylan's mind instantly, unbidden. He masked it before Janine could read it on his face, but he wasn't sure Lisa had missed it. She leaned over the balcony railing at the top. 

"Nice to meet you, Dylan!" She called down. "Hey Janine! Nice choice!" 

Dylan couldn't help it. He was just a man -- a boy, really, 21 years old. And from that moment on he had a thing for Lisa. He kept imagining her narrow hips and what it must feel like to stick his penis between them... it must be really tight in there, he thought, and she'd feel like a stuffed chair. 

And there was something else thrown into the hormonal mix. Lisa was adopted. She arrived as a toddler 16 years ago from Korea. Not only did that mean that, deep down, Lisa wouldn't have anything against screwing over her sister, but it meant that she already had a good thing going in Dylan's mind. He had what some would call an Asian fetish. He found their dark features, toned skin, sloped eyes and marvelous feet simply beautiful. 

Janine was aware of this tendency of his. She'd once discovered a stack of his Asian porn. So later, as they sat on the couch watching a movie at her parents' house, she turned to him. 

"So what do you think of Lisa?" She said, her voice dripping with suspicion. She could ask about her freely, as Lisa was off at a friend's house. Her parents were upstairs asleep. 

"Huh? Lisa?" Dylan said. "She seems nice. Why?" 

"Oh, what do you mean, why," Janine scolded. "I know she's cute. I know you've got a think for Asian chicks. Just don't go getting any ideas!" 

She smiled when she said it, but Dylan knew she was only half-kidding. So he leaned over to kiss her and disarm her fears. 

"Baby," he said, "yes, you know about my thing for Asians, but how is that any different than when guys have a thing for blondes, or brunettes? It's only a first-impression thing. It's what's inside the girl that counts." 

Janine smiled. She wanted to be convinced. She rewarded him by slipping her hand down his shorts, and in a few minutes his cock was inside her, rubbing away. 

The front door opened and Dylan leaped off Janine. They hastily hauled the blanket over themselves. Fortunately they had been naked only from the waist down. 

Lisa walked in, wearing another skimpy sports outfit. She dropped her gym bag to the floor and took a sip from a water bottle. Her shorts were so short they revealed how her slim thighs curved back toward her groin. In the rear Dylan could see the very beginnings of her buttocks before the thin material got in the way. His wet erection raged on. 

"Oh! Sorry!" Lisa said, smiling at the two of them. "Did I interrupt something?" 

"No, not at all," Dylan managed. "We were just watching Pretty in Pink." 

"Breakfast Club," Lisa corrected. 

"Yeah," Dylan said. "That's what I meant." 

Lisa laughed. Janine nudged him. He looked down and saw the enormous tent his cock was forming in the blanket. He shifted his weight and covered it with a pile of blanket, only to reveal a butt cheek to Lisa. He was about to cover it but he saw Lisa's eyes dart to the skin, and, on impusle, he pretended he did't realize it was showing. Lisa's eyes kept darting back to it. Dylan shifted and revealed a little bit more of his muscled thigh. Lisa bit her lip, then tore her eyes away. 

"Well, I've seen that one already, so carry on watching your movie or whatever," Lisa said. "Will I see you tomorrow, Dylan?"

"Um, no," he said. "I'm leaving early. 6 a.m." 

"Oh, then I'll see you," Lisa said. "I'm getting up early to run." 

"You never run in the morning!" Janine cried. 

"Well, it's a new thing the coach wants us to do," Lisa said, and bounded away. 

Janine tsked. "Getting up early my ass," she said. "She's got a schoolgirl crush on you, that's all. Isn't it obvious?" 

"Ahh," Dylan said. "It takes more than a schoolgirl to handle what I'm going to do to you..." 

Dylan mounted Janine again. As her thighs parted for him, he imagined she was Lisa. His great, pulsing orgasm was unlike any before it. 

In the morning Lisa emerged at the breakfast table, bleary and groggy. When Dylan left she was waving at the window next to Janine. 

*** ***

Dylan's relationship with Janine fluorished during the fall. About twice a month they'd go to her house so she could see her family -- she was homesick, being a freshman -- and Dylan didn't complain. Lisa never failed to ring his bell. Every time he saw her she had some lapdog high school boy following her around, but Dylan never got the impression she was serious about any of them. 

On the contrary, she enjoyed talking to Dylan about his classes and college life and sports, as those were things they were both interested in. They talked for hours. Sometimes it got so it pissed off Janine, particularly if she was waiting to go out with him. She began making snippish comments about Lisa behind her back, as if she sensed a growing threat to her relationship with Dylan. He found himself reassuring her more than once, and he made conscious efforts to appear nonchalant around Lisa.

Of course that meant when he was alone with Lisa -- when Janine was in the shower, or running some errand -- they acted like the dam had burst, alhough their mutual attraction went unsaid for a long time. But Dylan laughed a little easier, made more jokes, let his gaze linger a little longer on her. Hell, once they even got into a wrestling match for the remote control. Janine had run out for some orange juice when it happened. She'd left when Dylan was still asleep in the basement. He came up and, by chance, Lisa came down as soon as Janine left. Thus, when they wrestled they were both in their pajamas. As he grabbed for the remote, both of them giggling, he accidentally grabbed a breast. 

He thought about that morning for a long time. Because when he touched Lisa's breast she got a look in her eye, and the next thing he knew she'd driven a thigh into his cock and ground it back and forth, feeling it roll against her leg. If Janine hadn't come home at that instant, well, she might have come home five minutes later and found a very different scene than the two of them sitting there watching TV quietly, slightly mussed. But they never talked about it. 

Slowly Lisa claimed her territory with Dylan. He allowed it to happen, too. One day his pullover went missing. He puzzled over it for a few weeks until one day at Janine's house he saw Lisa come out wearing it.  

"Oh!" Lisa said, and clapped a hand to her mouth. "I forgot! You left this here one day and you know how much I like it, so I was bringing it to school because it gets so cold." 

"Oh," Dylan said, "well, if you want to keep--" 

"Give it back to him you little thief!" Janine cried, her face red. Lisa and Dylan looked at her, jaws open. 

"Fine," Lisa muttered, pulling it off -- and revealing a nice shot of her flat belly in the process -- and tossing it to Dylan. He took an impulsive breath, smeling her sweet smell. Then Lisa whirled around and stalked upstairs. 

"What was that all about?" Dylan said. "She just liked it." 

"She liked it because it's yours," Janine hissed. "I swear, you are so blind sometimes." 

But Dylan wasn't blind. He knew he was hurtling along a path that might someday land him on the set of Jerry Springer. Later he'd find a strand of Lisa's thick black hair on the collar, and he'd eye it as he ran it between his fingers. He continued it absently even as Lisa came into the kitchen to get some water. She looked at him oddly and he remembered what he was doing. He cast the hair aside. She gave him a sideways look and a little grin and walked back upstairs. 

In November Lisa turned 18. He happened to be at the house for the family party, and to everyone's surprise he dug out a little present for her. Lisa lit up like a GE bulb when he handed it to her. Janine snorted. Dylan shrugged innocently. 

"Oh, Dylan, it's so pretty!' Lisa cried, holding up a chain necklace. It had a set of little wide-eyed beads hanging onto it. Janine's eyes went wide, as did her parents' eyes, so Dylan hastily explained. 

"Well, you said you always liked Indian art, and I was at a little roadside stop--" 

"A flea market," Janine said. 

"Shut up, Janine!" Lisa said. 

"Anyway," Dylan said, "I saw this old Indian lady selling stuff. Those beads are supposd to symbolize good luck. The more you collect the more luck you'll have. I figured you'd need it, applying to schools and all." 

"Oh, it's wonderful!" Lisa cooed, and came over and kissed him on the cheek. 

"It's nuthin'..." Dylan muttered. "Just something I saw..." 

Lisa put it on and went to the mirror. Janine shot daggers at Dylan with her eyes. Her mother busied herself with cleaning up and her father tried not to smile. But Lisa was quite pleased. 

"You just wait until your birthday," she said. "Or Christmas! Yes, Christmas. I'll repay you then." 

"You don't have to," Dylan said. "Really." 

"No, I insist," she said. "Thanks again." She delivered another kiss on his cheek. 

"Alright, that's enough," Janine hissed. "Open my present, will you? I actually bought it new, and not at some junk shop." 

Later, Dylan and Janine drove to the movies in silence in her parents' van. 

"Everything okay?" Dylan said. 

"You KNOW she has a crush on you, and you go and buy her this necklace anyway," Janine burst. "Now she's going to wear it all over like a, like a TROPHY, and I'm going to have to live with it!" 

"Jeez, Janine," he said. "Cool it, would you? I want to be on good terms with your family. It makes me feel closer to you. Relax. Her little crush will go away before you know it." 

She looked at him. "She's very persistent, you know. Don't get yourself in any compromising situation. You're just a man." 

Dylan laughed. He thought about the wrestling incident. Best he keep that one quiet. He leaned over to Janine and she didn't back away. They kissed. 

"I've got all I can handle with you," he said. She smiled. In the theater her hand found its way down his fly, and when her father asked later about the show, for the life of him he couldn't remember what they saw. 

Christmas break came. Dylan planned to spend a couple of nights at Janine's parents' house before heading north to home, but a nasty series of snowstorms swooped in just as Dylan got ready to go and nixed the plans. Day after day he waited but the weather system just wouldn't quit, and suddenly it was Christmas Eve. To his mother's bitter disappointment he would spend the holiday at Janine's house. 

The odd holiday didn't stop there. Janine, procrastinating as usual, waited until Christmas Eve before she went out to get his present. She wanted to go alone so she could surprise him with his gift, but it was getting late and a storm was brewing so her parents insisted on going with her. It meant they could finish picking up stocking stuffers. It also meant Dylan would be home a couple hours alone with Lisa. 

They prepared some drinks and sat in front of the blinking Christmas tree to watch 'A Christmas Story' as the marathon started on TNT. It had been a while since they had talked much, with finals and all. Plus, ever since Lisa's birthday Janine had been finding one reason or another to keep them apart. So when they sat down on the big, L-shaped couch next to each other there was energy in the air as they finally had some time to catch up -- alone. Dylan felt a little guilty for feeling that way, but there it was. Some things happened whether you decided it or not. 

"So," Lisa said, "are you and my sister doing well?" 

"Oh, yes, we are," Dylan said. "We've been dating for six months now." 

'What do you like about her? Honestly I wonder sometimes," she said. 

"Oh, she's very smart and funny," Dylan said. "Charming. You know, we've been together long enough now that it's hard to put a label on it." 

"Ohhh that's bad," Lisa said. "Don't let her hear you say that. Way too general. You should have specifics in mind." 

"Specifics?" 

"Yeah, specifics," she said. "Like you like Detroit's offense because 'Sheed can either post up or back out and shoot the three. That's a specific."

"Yeah, well, this isn't basketball," he said. 

"So? It's the same idea." 

"I see," he said. "Well, I think I got specific enough." 

"Hm," she said. "I give you guys another three months, maybe. You don't have enough in common. You're not enthralled enough with her." 

'Enthralled?" 

"Do you check out other girls? Don't lie." 

"Well, uh..." He said. Dylan didn't know how to tell her that he pretty much thought about her 90 percent of the time he was thinking about girls, period. 

"I said, don't lie. I know you check out other girls," Lisa said, casting him a wink. 

"So what do you like about what's-his-name who was here earlier tonight?" Dylan said, changing the subject. "I want specifics." 

"Greg? Ha. Good question. He's too shallow, like every other guy my age. I think I like older guys." 

"Older?" 

"Yeah. So here's a specific for you. What I like about Dylan. You like reading. So do I. You like basketball and running. So do I. You're a bit older than me and you help me keep perspective on stuff. Your hair looks all silly and mussed in the morning and I think it's really cute. The list goes on, but you get the idea," she said. "You've got to have a lot in common with someone to be enthralled with them. You and my sister don't."  

"Hey, now--"

"If you were totally in love with my sister you wouldn't check me out like you do," she said. 

He blinked. "What are you--" 

"Come on," she said. "Drop the act. We're not as dumb as you think we are. And I know you know about my crush on you."

Dylan let the act drop a bit and he looked at her with a smile. "A crush? What is this, junior high?" 

"Yeah, well, it started as a crush," Lisa said. "Now that we've been dating for a while, it's something more." 

"Did you just say we've been dating for a while?" 

"No."

"Yes you did." 

"I said, 'Now that you and Janine have been dating...'" Her voice trailed off as she realized what she had indeed said. Her face blushed. 

"No! That's okay," he said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Look, sometimes..." 

"Sometimes what?" 

"Sometimes... well, I can see how that might slip out," he said. 'A kind of Freudian thing?"  

She nodded. "Sometimes I feel like, well, we're dating. Isn't that weird? I mean, it's like a long-distance thing. Like it must have been in the old days. We exchange email -- do you tell Janine about that? I don't -- and we see each other every couple of weeks, all our visits are chaperoned--"

"And when we get time together," Dylan said, "and alone--" 

"Things get... interesting," she said. 

Dylan looked around. "Jeez, thank God that Janine isn't here to hear this. I don't know, Lisa, maybe--" 

"Shhh," she said, smiling at him. "This is a nice moment. Tell me what you like about me. Specifics. Come on. It's just the two of us. This is innocent." 

Dylan looked at her. "Okay," he said, finally. "I like how you stretch every morning when you come to the bottom of the stairs." 

"How I stretch?" She said, laughing. 

"Yeah," he said. "It's cute. Like a cat. And you show your belly button. Love that. And you let out a little grunt, and your toes arch in the air." 

"Okay, you like how I stretch," she said, smiling happily. "Anything else?" 

"Of course. I like how you swing your arms behind you as you walk, kind of leaning forward, like. I like your hair when it's up. I love seeing you run. You've got great form. I like how your eyebrows kind of curl up when you're studying. I like how you come stumbling down to the kitchen in the middle of the night looking for popsicles--" 

"Don't think I'm as out of it as I look," she said, with a laugh. "I know what you and Janine are up to sometimes." 

"Yeah, anyway, I like your views on Shakespeare. I like the books you read. I like how you pause and stick your butt out before you shoot a free throw. I like your sense of humor, how you're the only woman I've met who thinks MItch Hedberg was funny. I like--" 

"Oh, Dylan," she said, dreamily, and leaned toward him. The phone rang, startling them both. She bounded up and ran for the receiver. He let out a breath, clearing his head. Dylan suddenly noticed how much the wind had picked up. He looked outside and realized he couldn't see the streetlights down the street. 

"Really? Oh wow," he heard Lisa saying. "Can you make it?... Oh, really? Really?... okay, yeah, okay... We'll be fine. Power is on.... Sure, here he is." 

She walked the phone over to Dylan, smiling broadly as she did so. She let her fingers brush his as he took it. He held the phone to his ear. It was Janine. 

"We're stuck by the storm," she said. "The police have blocked the interstate, which means we'll have to stay at a hotel tonight. You can stay in my room." 

"Okay, babe," he said. "Wow, some Christmas, huh?"

"I'm so mad," she said. "I wanted to spend the morning with you. I have your gift and everything!" 

"Well, get back in the morning and we'll just do it a little later." 

"I feel bad for you too," she said. "I feel like your Christmas is ruined." 

He looked over at Lisa, sitting on the couch. She smiled at him. 

"It's fine. I'm having a nice time at your home," he said. "Don't worry about that."  

There was a moment of silence on the other end. "Have a nice night," she said. "Don't stay up too late watching movies with Lisa." 

"Oh we won't," he said, with a laugh. 

"Better not." 

They said goodbye and he hung up. He looked back at Lisa. Lord, he thought, she is gorgeous. Her arms and legs were hard and slim; her feet were wondrous little creations. Her jaw molded perfecty with her long neck, her eyes were sloped but wide, her nose a button... he sat down. 

"Stuck by the storm," he said. 

"I know. So I guess it's just you and me for Christmas, huh?" 

"That's trouble." 

Lisa laughed and slapped his knee. She let her hand linger, and the hormones that the phone drove off came roaring back in a flood. 

'Yes," she said, picking up where they left off, "we're almost dating. Except..." 

"Except?" 

"Except I don't have a Christmas gift for you," she said. "I'm so sorry. I told you I would, didn't I? And I was going to go out with Lisa tonight and get it for you, but when I heard my parents were going with her, well, I thought about having you alone, and... and I thought it would be nicer if we... could do this instead." 

He smiled. "Just a minute," he said. Dylan went downstairs and got a small wrapped box out of his bag. He brought it back and gave it to Lisa. 

"Oh, you," she said. "If Janine saw this..." 

"But she won't!" Dylan said. "No way I would have given this to you like this if she was here. She'd kill me. I was going to leave it in your room. But now I can explain it." 

She untied the bow and opened it. It was a bracelet, from the same old woman. Lisa let out a little squeal and hugged him. 

"It's so pretty!" She said, slipping her hand through the opening. It settled nicely on her slim wrist. "What does this one mean?" 

"Well, there's two meanings," he said. "One is in case Janine is around, and that's that you'll have more luck." 

'What's the other meaning?" 

"Yeah, that's the true meaning, in case Janine isn't around. It's love. I... I wasn't going to tell you that. I was just going to let you have it and keep it to myself. But it seems... right to tell." 

"Dylan," she said, and leaned forward. This time the phone didn't ring, and he kissed her forehead, then her cheekbone, then, lightly, their lips touched. Hers were firm and wet. They looked into each other's eyes for a second, then kissed again, deeper. In a moment their tongues were dashing about each others' mouths. 

"Very nice," she mumbled. "I had wondered..." She arched back her head back and he nibbled at her ear, and ran his lips along the curves of her neck. She let out a little gasp as he hit an errogenous zone. 

"Whew," she said. "Wow, so you college guys do move fast, huh?" 

"Well," Dylan said, between kisses, "we've been dating now... for a few months... right?" 

She laughed and pulled his face up to hers. They kissed. Her hair got in his face and he breathed in her smells. It triggered other things in him, which all cascaded down to his cock. Despite his better judgement his penis began to lurch to life. 

He kissed at her collar bone. She clutched his head, and he began to kiss at her chest through her sweatshirt. 

"Wait!" She said, and he fell back. 

'Sorry, sorry," he said. "I got carried away. I should've--" 

"No, you don't understand," she said, getting up. "Mr. Thomes, our dad's friend, he can see right into the living room," she said. Lisa ran to the shades of the long window and pulled them down, giving them privacy. 

"Janine and I call those the make-out shades,' she said.

"Really?" He said. "She and I must have, well, he must have had quite a show some nights. She never drew them down." 

"He's gone on weekends," Lisa said, killing the lights so that they were basked in the gentle lights of the Christmas tree. Presents spread out under the branches. 

"You're quite knowledgeable about the make-out situation," Dylan said, with a smile. 

"I've gotten to first a few times," she said. 

"I'll bet." 

She pulled off her sweatshirt, revealing her smooth torso, wrapped in a sports bra. "And I've reached second a few times, too." 

Dylan put his hands on her warm waist and pulled her down to him again, kissing her lips, her neck, her collarbone, her sternum, and to her delight, her little breasts, through the spandex bra. 

"You like them?" She said. "I know they're not huge, but--" 

"They're perfect," he said, feeling them squish under his lips. He felt her nipples poking through the material and he kissed at them. She let out a cute little moan. 

Dylan felt a little tugging at his shirt and he looked down to see her fingers unbuttoning his shirt. In a moment she thrust it off his shoulders, revealing his white tee shirt. She ran a hand along his wide chest, then tugged at the bottom. 

"It's only fair," she said. He smiled and pulled off his shirt with a jerk. She ran her fingertips along his bare chest and abdominals. 

"Wow," she said. "You've got a six-pack!" 

For an instant he thought of how his stomach always ached after fucking Janine, and he realized that his abs allowed him to thrust his penis with considerable force. He hoped the physics occurred to Lisa and he flexed his stomach. She smiled at him devilishly, then lowered down and kissed his chest, and ran a tongue along his abs. The sensation made him moan. 

"You like that, do you?" She said. 

"You know what else I'd like?" 

"Hmm?" 

"I'd like to see you in that little spandex outfit you were in when I first met you." 

She looked at him and grinned. She got up and ran upstairs. He heard her bumping around and he turned off the television. He needed all his faculties for this. He wasn't sure how far she wanted to go, but he wanted it to be as far as possible. Outside the wind howled and shook the house. 

Lisa came back in the room wrapped in one of those fuzzy blankets that felt so soft. It was a sky blue. She stood in front of the couch, twirled once, and then cast the blanket aside, revealing herself in the spandex outfit. In the dim room it almost looked like she was naked. Dylan's cock shivvered. He whistled. 

"Beautiful," he said. She gave a little hop and came over to him. She knelt on the floor in front of him and untied his sweat pants. 

"I only want what's fair," she said. "You saw me in my underwear, I want to see you in yours." 

"Lisa, I don't know--" 

"Come on," she said. 

"Look," he said. "You might see... I'm in my briefs, you'll see a lot..." 

She tilted her head and bit her lip. "Oh really now?" She tugged at his waist band, firmly, and he arched his hips so she could pull it off. 

"Now stand up," she said, hopping on the couch, "And let me look at you." 

He did, awkwardly aware of the semi-uncoiled shaft bulging underneath his underwear. She bit her lip as she looked him up and down. Her dark eyes lingered on the front of his underwear. Her legs were folded, and he could see the flat bit of material that concealed her pussy. It might have been a shadow, but he thought he saw a bit of wetness there. 

'Dylan," she said, her voice shaking a bit, uncertain and nervous. "Can you come here?" 

He did. She took him in her arms and they kissed for a moment, their bare bodies pressing together. 

"I've never... I never... went beyond this point with anyone," she said into his ear. "But I feel like we just got started." 

"We don't have to rush anything," he assured her, despite the unwinding snake in his drawers. 

"On the other hand," she said, pressing her hands into his shoulders and chest and side, then wrapping them around his back, "how often do we get a chance like THIS?" 

"All these forces of nature have aligned to allow it," he said, and they smiled, and kissed. Dylan knew it was a rare opportunity, perhaps a once-only chance. Even if he, say, broke up with Janine, there would be no decent way to continue a relationship with Lisa without a great amount of stress to everyone. This was the way things had to be, until she went to college or something, which was months and months away...

"Dylan," she said. "Can you kiss my breasts again?" 

"Of course--" 

"Except," she said, grabbing at the bottom edge of the sports bra, "with this off?" 

She pulled the sports bra off over her head, her hair flowing back down to her shoulders, and revealed her breasts. They were small, perhaps an inch or two deep at their thickest, but he loved them. He put a hand on her spine and pulled her close, and took her right breast in his mouth. He rolled his tongue around her nipple, plump from the sensation. She dug her hands in his scalp as he kissed and licked. After a moment he switched breasts. 

"Oh, Dylan," she murmured, and, in accomodating him, unfolded a leg and rested it, hamstring to his thigh, across his leg. He ran a hand up her smooth skin, stopping at her spandex, feeling he needed permission with the virginal young woman to go further. 

"Can you squeeze my ass?" She said, her eyes shut tight as he still kissed her breasts. He nodded and brought a hand around and grasped her compact, firm little ass. It was then he considered their size diffference. He was 6'1; she was roughly 5'3. Would that be a problem? He'd just have to see. First things first...

She unfolded the other leg and squeezed it between his torso and the cushion, effectively straddling him, though they were still sitting up. Being in the position of being straddled by a teenager -- barely legal -- sent a lurch through Dylan's stomach, and he kissed her more vigorously. She moaned and rubbed her hands amorously over his back. 

'Oh Dylan," she whimpered, "... waited so long for this..." 

"I know, baby, I know," he said. "Me too." 

"Why didn't you..." 

"Circumstances weren't right..." he said. 

"Dylan," she said. 

He looked up from lapping her breast. She had that look in her eye, that devilish, cocky kind of look. 

"I've never... touched a man," she said. "I don't know if I can do it good, but can I... try it?" 

He nodded, the thought making his lips part. With one hand on his shoulder, her other hand went to his hard thigh, then inched up, to the edge of his briefs, then over the boundary, until it finally rested on his penis, separated from her fingers by the thin layer of cotton. His cock ached, held in a curled ball by the fabric and his thigh. She ran a hand tentatively over the organ. 

'Wow," she whispered. "So lovely."  

Outside the wind howled and blew. The house shook, but the power held, and the Christmas tree continued its blinking on their near-naked forms. If anyone were to look inside now, as Mr. Thomes was trying to do, they'd see a topless Asian teenager, her legs on either side of a good-looking white college kid, and they'd see her rubbing her hand slowly between his legs. 

Dylan moaned as her fingers, bolder now, hooked under his shaft and pulled up, releasing the tension a bit as the penis now pointed to the side and expanded in that direction. 

"Oh, it's moving!" She said. 

"It's growing..." 

"I never, I mean, I heard of it... I never saw it..." She said, her eyes wide. 

"That's what happens." 

"Can I see it? I mean, can I see it naked?" She said. 

Dylan didn't answer. He just rose on his knees and pulled his briefs down. Lisa brought her hands to her mouth as his penis flopped out. He finished removing the underwear and tossed them onto the carpet. 

'Can I... touch it?" She said. He nodded. Lisa reached forward slowly. Dylan didn't rush her. Her fingertips touched it, then she wrapped her fingers around it. The penis swelled and stiffened beneath her touch. She put her other hand on his hip as an anchor and began to pull at it slowly. 

"Wow," she kept saying. "Wow. Wonderful. Just wonderful." 

Hilt to the tip of its head, Dylan's cock stretched 7 inches fully erect. Lisa cradled it in her hand, stroking it, feeling Dylan's heavy breath on her shoulder as they were pressed cheek to cheek. 

"I don't know what to do next,' she said. 

"We gotta do what's fair, right?" He said, smiling through the haze. 

Lisa smiled. He wondered if she'd finally draw the line, but instead she laid back, arched her hips and pulled her spandex bottoms down. Dylan saw that she was naked underneath. As he helped her out of the garment he saw that the crotch was wet, and then he saw her slit gleaming with moisture. They resumed their straddle after he'd tossed her bottoms to the floor. 

"Now we're both naked," she said. He looked at her questioningly, and she took his hand. "Touch me," she said, and he knew what she meant. HIs hand dropped to her furry mound, then slipped over the crest. His fingers were soaked in her juices instantly. She cried out as he found her clit. He rubbed it, wanting to see how far this teen could go. Her hands clenched against his skin and she moaned into his ear. Suddenly her right hand flew down to his cock and squeezed it, then began to stroke, matching his strokes. 

But she was further along, thank goodness, he'd think later. Her thighs clamped on his hand and she shuddered all up and down her body, crying out his name. His hand was completely soaked with her. 

"Oh Dylan," she moaned. "Oh Dylan, oh Dylan... what... where...? " 

"That was an orgasm," he said, and kissed her slack face. 

"I've never... wow... I can't BELIEVE it... it felt INCREDIBLE..." 

He kissed her again. "Nice, isn't it?" He said. "The weird thing is I feel nice when you feel nice." 

"Really?" She said, her hand dropping to his penis again. She pulled at it a few times, but then she got up. She picked up the blanket and spread it out on the floor, next to the presents. "Get up," she said. 

He did, and she took his hand as she laid down on top of the blanket. She had that look in her eye again, only more intense, more experienced. 

"I wanna see what it's like to have an orgasm together," she said. "To have the very things that are orgasm-ing making each other orgasm." 

Dylan smiled. "I never heard it put that way before--" 

"Lay on top of me," she said. 

"Lisa," he said. "I don't have any--" 

"Nevermind," she said. "I'm not a dummy. I've done reading. I can't get pregnant now. Come here and get your tight little Christmas present." 

"Oh, Lisa, oh, wow," he said, and planted his knees at her feet. Her thighs parted before him. She grabbed him by his penis and pulled him to her. He planted his hands on either side of her and lowered down to kiss, their chests pressing. He still had his hips arched so they weren't touching yet down there. 

"Are you sure?" He said. 

She bit a lip and nodded. "Just be careful... I havent'..." 

"I know," he said, unable to resist her pheromones any longer. He lowered his penis onto her mound. She closed her eyes, bit her lips, and clutched his shoulders as he probed around with his penis. He let her know exactly where he was, slapping first at her thighs, then groin, then brushing her mound with the head of his cock. Then he pressed it against her clit. She cried out. 

"Are you in?" 

"Not yet," he said, finding the angle. "Almost..." 

He steadied his swaying cock and pushed it into her folds. Lisa felt a growing swelling between her hips. 

"Oh Dylan," she said, "I don't know... can it fit?" 

"It'll fit..." 

She cried out as suddenly a sharp pain erupted. Dylan stopped moving for a second. 

"Easy," he said. "I just... breached you. You're a virgin. It hurts at first." 

"OKay," she said, nodding, remembering the reading material. "Keep going." 

Slowly Dylan restarted, and she felt a hot stiffness inside her probing around. At first it was kind of amazing, almost scientific, but then it began to feel good, and she began to rock her hips into his. He sensed her change and his enthusiasm grew. 

"Oh Lisa," he moaned. "We're doing it, babe, we're doing it..." 

"Yay, oh yay!" She said, managing a smile through her face-wrenching pleasure. "I'm getting .... fucked... by my sister's boyfriend!" 

And she was. He looked down at her body as he surged into her, and her hands had dropped, palms up, on the blanket. Her little breasts jutted in the air, brushing his chest, and their bellies pressed together, both firm and well-muscled, allowing significant thrusts. Her thighs formed a skin 'V' with him in the middle. 

"Oh, yes, Dylan, yes... mmm...mmm...mmm..." Lisa moaned, as his swollen penis rubbed inside her virgin pussy. He clasped a hand around her ass, felt her narrow hips, and he realized how much of her he was filling with his cock. It was a wonder really that he fit at all... she must be stretched like a balloon... but by the sounds of it she was having a good time....

"Ohhh YES! Ohhh YES! Ohhh YEAH!" The teen cried, her head whipping back and forth. The phone began to ring. 

"No! NO!" Lisa growled, grabbing his flexing ass. "Let it ring! Let it ... mmMM... RING!" 

After four rings the answering machine came on. 

"Hello?" It was Janine. "Hello? Are you there? Answer the phoooone... Helloooo..." 

"Little does she know..." Lisa said, "that you can't answer.... because your cock... is presently stuck ... inside her SISTER... ohhh OH! YES!" 

"Oh she knows," Dylan said, watching his wet shaft pry into her pussy in long, hard strokes. "She knows, alright, she knows..." 

"Let her KNOW," Lisa hissed, almost incoherent now with screaming pleasure. "Let her fucking KNOW that I FUCKED her BOYFRIEND all NIGHT!" 

Dylan's rock-hard abs flexed as he drove his penis again and again into Lisa's tight pussy. He was doing it with such force now that her head was being driven into the presents. It didn't stop until she reached out a hand and braced herself against the fireplace, stopping her body from sliding any further. So that was where it would happen. Right under the Christmas tree.  

She grabbed his ass to ensure that his cock was wedged inside her as deep as possible. He rocked his hips into her, his balls slapping against her ass as his rod probed down her throbbing vagina. 

"How's this... for a PRESENT... ohhh OH! OHHHhhhh!" Lisa moaned. 

"Oh Lisa," he said, simply. "Oh Lisa." 

"Yeah?" She said, her tone changed. She felt the difference too. Something was happeing. Her eyes opened and she fixed her gaze intensely on his face. 

"Oh Lisa." 

'Come on, baby," she said. 

His penis seemed to stretch and swell for that last little effort. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled his mouth to hers to kiss, but they only cried into each other's mouths as they reached their orgasms together. His cock clenched and unclenched, throbbing firmly against her quaking pussy, and ejaculated long bursts of hot cum deep inside her. 

After a few minutes of moaning in each other's sweaty arms, he withdrew, his long dick coming out with a slurp. Semen spilled onto the blanket. She wiped some up with her fingertips and ran it along her belly. The phone started to ring again. They looked at each other and laughed. 

Dylan and Lisa would carry on their love affair secretly for the next couple of months, screwing in the back of the car when they ran an errand together or meeting late at night in the basement, but then suddenly Janine dropped out of school and Lisa told him it was best if they don't see each other any more. He was confused and heartbroken but he moved on. 

Even when he was a middle-aged man with six kids, however, Dylan would always remember that night before Christmas. Every orgasm after that was second-rate. Every single one. He always wondered if Lisa felt the same way. Then one day he had his chance to find out. 

He was in town vacationing with his family over Christmas. They were downtown along the wreath-decorated streets when suddenly he saw Lisa, four kids of her own in tow. 
She looked great, dressed smartly and pretty as before, albeit 20 years older. She had her husband, another Korean-American, with her. 

Lisa laughed when she saw him and hugged him hello, demonstrating that same cheerful spirit she apparently hadn't lost since he met her. 

"This is Dean, an old friend from college," Lisa said to her husband, and Dylan's spirits fell. She didn't even recognize him. 

"No, Lisa," he choked. "Remember, it's--" 

But she cut him off with a firm kick that her husband fortunately did not see. He was confused, but then he realized what had happened. For some reason she didn't want her husband to know who he was. 

They chit-chatted for a few minutes. They exchanged email addresses. Then Dylan's eyes wandered over her kids. They ranged in age from 8 to 13. Suddenly a young man came out of the store. 

"Mom!" He called. At first Dylan thought he was talking to someone else, but then Lisa smiled and waved the man over. She was breathing lightly, Dylan saw. The young man looked different than the others. He was Asian, but different. Then he realized he was half Asian, half white. He was Dylan's height. 

"This is James Dylan," Lisa said, her eyes gleaming. "He's a sophomore at state this year." 

Dylan reached out and shook the young man's hand. 

"What's the matter, daddy?" Said his daughter, Patricia. 

"Oh, just the Christmas spirit, I guess," Dylan said, and wiped away a tear. Lisa bowed her head. There was much to catch up on, apparently. He held the young man's hand for a second before letting it go. Of course Lisa couldn't mention his real name to her husband. Then he'd know. Then he'd never learn more about this young man. The son he didn't know he had. 

Dylan's phone began to ring in his pocket. He peeped at it for a second before shoving it back in his pocket to talk to Lisa some more. It was his wife. 

"Let it ring," Dylan said. Lisa bit her lip. 













 










