


Powers

By

CSquared




Chapter 4:




The following Saturday, I brought the girls home. We were just going to hang out, and play some video games, but my parents were home and accosted us as soon as we walked in the door. "Ah, are these your new friends?" Mum asked. I nodded, and introduced them. My Dad smiled and waved from the kitchen, where he was doing something with a frying pan. "Well, I'm very pleased to meet you both." Continued my Mum. "It's nice to see him with some friends that aren't loutish." "Mum!" I exclaimed, and she laughed. "Don't worry, I'm only joking. Most of your friends are lovely. Most. And until now, they were pretty much exclusively male, too."




This last she said with a raised eyebrow and a pointed look, and I blushed and shepherded the girls upstairs, post haste. They were laughing. "If she only knew, eh?" Siobhan said. I stuck my tongue out at her, and sat down in front of my computer. It was Siobhan's turn to be impressed. While not exactly top-of-the-range, like hers, it was pretty advanced for the time. Especially the monitor - a gigantic, 22-inch CRT that I'd found in a skip on my way home once. It had weighed a lot more than Emma and Siobhan did combined, and I'd had to carry it nearly two miles to get it home. It had been worth it, though. Once I got it hooked up (I needed an adaptor I didn't have, I'd spent a whole week not knowing if I'd nearly broken my back for nothing), and the bugs in the colour system ironed out, it worked like a dream. And supported an immense resolution.




Siobhan squinted at the screen over my shoulder. "Bloody hell, how big is that resolution? I can barely read anything!" She said. "1600x1200." I replied. "Great, isn't it." She laughed, and shook her head in disbelief. "And you can see that?" I nodded. "Yeah, course. You just have to get used to it, is all." //Can we play some damned games now?// Emma broadcast, making Siobhan and I laugh. //Sure.// I replied. //The consoles are all hooked up. Choose one, and I'll tell you how to switch to it.// Emma looked at my collection, and mumbled to herself. "...Megadrive... N64... Dreamcast... PS2... Christ, what *don't* you have?" I laughed. "Saturn. Master System. PSX. Many, many more."




Emma eventually decided on Sonic 2 for the Megadrive, and Siobhan took the second controller and played as Tails with her. Soon, the intercom system built into the house phones bleeped, and I answered it. "Do Emma and Siobhan want to stay for dinner?" Asked Mum. I held the phone away from my head, and asked them. They replied in the affirmative. "That'd be great, Mum. Thanks." I answered, and hung up.




Dinner turned out to be pasta, adorned with bacon, cheese and olives. While I tucked into my food with standard gusto, my parents conducted the obligatory parental grilling of new friends. "So, Siobhan, wasn't it? What do you do?" Asked Mum. "Well, I'm in Charlie's year at Stringer. I do pretty much the same things as him." Siobhan replied, smiling. "This is very nice, by the way - thank you." "You're welcome. What's your favourite subject, then?"

"I don't know, really. I like the Sciences, but I like Art and History too. I even like PE."

"Careful," I interjected. "I might stop liking you if you go on like that." Siobhan stuck out her tongue at me and I grinned. "How about you, Emma?" Mum continued. "I'm two years below these two, I haven't got to choose anything yet." Emma said, stuffing another mouthful in. "Surely you must have a favourite, though?" Mum asked. "Art." Emma said, without pause, hesitation, or even swallowing. Siobhan and I laughed, and I explained. "She has a job with a graphic design company." "Really?" Mum asked, surprised. "So young?" "My Uncle owns it." Emma said. "That's how I got the job, but I keep it through ability." I laughed. "I can't yet attest to that," I said, grinning. "She won't show me anything she draws."




Emma swatted at me. "There's a reason for that, you uncultured lout." My Mum laughed. "I'm glad someone else noticed that. This house is full of books on Art, but he knows next to nothing about it." I stuck out my tongue. "You can't model Art as a particle. Thus, it holds no interest for me." I laughed, dodging Emma's fist as it aimed for my kidney. "I hate the actual teaching, though." Emma said. "It's rubbish. But at least I don't get yelled at for drawing in class. Except when we're meant to be painting."




Dinner passed quickly, and the three of us retired back upstairs for the rest of the evening. I saw Siobhan and Emma off at the door, and then sat on the sofa next to my Mum. "Well, they're nice girls." Mum said, pressing play on the video player's remote. I smiled. "Yeah. Yeah, they are."




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Before I really knew what was happening, I was spending almost every evening and weekend with Emma, Siobhan, or both of them. I got the feeling that there was some kind of deal between them regarding me, but I wasn't aware of what it was. They were too good at hiding their thoughts from me. And nothing was official yet - but I kept getting asked if I had a girlfriend (in some cases, girlfriends).




It had even be arranged that I spend Christmas with them. Well, not quite - Christmas was a big thing with my family - but Boxing Day was for Emma and Siobhan. Of course, before then I had to get through my family Christmas. Christmas Eve 2002 was a Tuesday, and I spent it, as usual, at an old family friend's house. Our host, June, was one of my Mum's oldest friends, and her daughter, Jasmine, was practically my twin sister. Our mothers had had a long separation due to June's ex-husband, and when they finally did meet up again, their surprises for each other were exactly the same - they were pregnant. Jazz was due a few days before me, but she waited. So did I. Three days after I'd been due, I was born - eleven hours after Jazz.




We were essentially raised together, and while we didn't hang out as much as we had, we still considered each other practically siblings. As such, we spent much of the night in her room, away from the adults. The night passed quickly, and before long we were heading home. I was almost impatient throughout the next day, and had never been so pleased that Christmas was over when Boxing Day finally rolled around. Emma and I met at the bottom of her road, and walked together to Siobhan's house. Siobhan opened the door. "Merry Christmas, guys!" she exclaimed, hugging and kissing us both in turn. "Did you both have good ones?" I nodded, and made affirmative sounds, but Emma stayed suspiciously silent. "Emma?" Siobhan goaded. "Yeah, it was fine." Emma said, finally, but neither of us believed her. Nonetheless, we let it slide.




We headed upstairs to Siobhan's room, where Molly was sitting at the computer, apparently waiting for us. "Merry Christmas, guys!" she said as we walked in, echoing her sister's earlier sentiment. She stood, and came to greet us. "Merry Christmas, Molly!" I replied. "How you doing?" She smiled. "I'm good. This one keeps getting on my nerves, though..." she said, pointing with her thumb at Siobhan, who stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry. Molly grinned, and pulled a face right back at her. I laughed, and found myself a place to sit. Molly retook her place in front of the computer, but span the chair round. I sat in Siobhan's reclining armchair, Emma dropped heavily into a beanbag and Siobhan lay on the end of her bed. "So." I said. "Presents!" Siobhan shouted, finishing my sentence.




I reached into the bag I'd brought with me, and extracted three not-so-neatly wrapped presents. "Sorry, guys." I said, a sheepish grin on my face. "I've never been too good at wrapping presents. That, and they're kinda crappy. But I did my best." I tossed the relevant presents to the relevant parties, and they tore the paper away with glee. Almost at the same moment, three delighted gasps were thrown my way. I'd got Emma four mangas she'd wanted, Siobhan a computer game she'd drooled over several times in the shop, and Molly a book in a series she enjoyed. I suddenly found myself hugged from all available sides at once. I laughed nervously. "You're welcome, guys..."




Siobhan went next. Emma received something she refused to show us, Molly had evidently got her present the previous day, and I opened mine to find a piece of folded fabric. When I held it up, I discovered it to be a t-shirt with the Autobot logo on the front. I laughed, and stood up. "Aw, brilliant!" I exclaimed. "I love it!" I stripped the shirt I had been wearing off, and pulled the new one on. "How does it look?" I asked. All three girls looked at me like cats at cream. It wasn't quite tight, but it was certainly tighter than most shirts I wore. Suffice it to say that it showed me off, rather than hid me. I sat down quickly before I got mobbed, a grin on my face.




Molly threw Emma and I presents. I was given a CD I'd wanted - Bruce Springsteen - and Emma got similar - L'Arc En Ciel. Thanks were exchanged, and then it was Emma's turn. She chewed on her bottom lip. "I haven't had much by way of money lately, guys..." she told us. "I wasn't able to buy you anything. I've got a present for you planned, though," she said, pointing at Siobhan, "And you two get to help me with it. That's your presents." Molly and I looked at each other, thoroughly confused. "But that can wait till later." Emma continued. "Let's eat!"




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Molly had cooked, and shooed me vigorously from the kitchen when I offered to help carry things out. I sat down next to Emma, opposite Siobhan, and wobbled my head towards the door. "She always that possessive of the kitchen?" I asked. Siobhan laughed, and nodded. "Ohh yeah. It's very rare that I get in there."




With a great flourish, and a fan-fare (she must have set up a CD player beforehand), Molly strode from the kitchen carrying an enormous turkey. My eyes bugged out of my head, and I started drooling. "Wow." I said, and the sentiment was echoed by Siobhan and Emma. "Nice going, sis." Siobhan laughed, standing up. "Shall I be mother?" Molly grinned. "Whatever you want, you whore you. I've got to get the rest out here anyway."




Siobhan grabbed the carving knife and fork, and proceeded to cleave thick slices of breast from the unfortunate bird. By the time everything was out, the large table was stacked high, as were each of our plates. There was the turkey, a pile of roast potatoes the size of Mount Everest, various vegetables that I carefully passed over, things I couldn't even name - and more. By the time everyone was done, we'd barely scratched the surface. A fair proportion of the turkey was missing, and most of the potatoes (mostly due to me), but the vast majority of the rest was still there. "Wheesht, I am *stuffed*." Siobhan sighed, pushing her chair back and slumping a little. "We'll be eating leftovers for a couple of weeks, I think." Molly laughed. "Well, I'm just glad you all enjoyed it. It took long enough to cook."




"How on Earth did you cook a bird that size *and* all those potatoes?" I asked. Molly smiled. "Well, not only are our ovens like our house - bigger than they look - but we have three of them." "Three?! What on Earth do you use those for?" "Well, before the 'rents headed off gallivanting all over the world, we used to have huge crowds for Christmas and Birthdays and so on. We needed three."




Emma chose this moment to enter the conversation. "I don't think anyone's in any fit state to deal with Siobhan's present at the moment, so... movie?" We all agreed, and headed into the front room. After much debate, it was decided that Repo Man would be a good choice. And a good movie it was too, although a little slow-moving. So slow-moving, in fact, that Siobhan actually fell asleep. Emma took her chance, and led Molly and I away to explain her plan, and set things up. When she finished, Molly had a strange little grin on her face, halfway between a smirk and a smile, and I'm sure I had something similar. It *was* a very intriguing idea. Once everything necessary was set up, I headed back down to the front room, and gently shook Siobhan awake. "C'mon, kiddo." I said. "Time for your present from Emma." Siobhan shook the sleep out of her system, and bounded to her feet at that. "Really? Ohh, what is it?!" She exclaimed, bobbing up and down. I smiled. "I can't tell you that," I replied, "It'd ruin the surprise. Speaking of which..."




From my pocket, I extracted a smooth, black blindfold, which I draped around Siobhan's face and tied tight. She squeaked a little, but didn't flinch. "What's going on, Charlie?" She asked. "A surprise, you fool." I said. "We have to keep the secret right up until the very end." I led her carefully upstairs to her room, where Emma and Molly were waiting. As I walked her in, Molly shut the door behind us, and locked it. Emma was ahead of us, ready with some equipment. The moment I got Siobhan to her, she snapped the handcuffs she was holding closed around her wrists, and hauled on a rope, tugging Siobhan's arms above her. She yelped in surprise, and tried to escape. It was futile, of course. I stood behind her and growled quietly into her ear, nibbling gently on her neck while I undid the buttons on her shirt. Realising I stood no chance of actually getting it off her, I lifted it up her arms and tucked it into the handcuffs, around her wrists. While I was doing this, Emma unclasped Siobhan's bra, and unhooked the straps. That fell to the floor, and I started on her skirt. Molly, still with the same smile on her face, reached up under the skirt and grabbed hold of Siobhan's panties. With a sharp jerk, accompanied by a squeak from Siobhan, they were by her ankles. They were quickly off completely, and on the far side of the room. I'd removed the skirt, so Siobhan was nude by this point.




Molly stood back up, and kissed her sister full on the mouth. As I watched, I saw her tongue force its way into her mouth, one hand find Siobhan's pussy and the other her left breast. Now *that* was hot. I was so entranced by the sight that I barely noticed when Emma started to undress me. I only took account of it when her warm hand wrapped around my cock, followed shortly by her mouth. I was already pretty hard, the situation being enough to turn me on, and I was quickly at full mast. I noticed Molly (the only one still fully clothed - Emma had stripped some time between removing Siobhan's bra and undressing me) glance down at me, and a hungry look found its way into her eyes. Not for the first time, I reflected on my incredible luck. Molly stepped away from her twin, who by now was panting heavily, and quickly shucked her clothing. She then tapped Emma on the shoulder, who stepped aside dutifully. Molly took her place on my cock, and she was *good*. She and her sister must have had the same teacher. Emma knelt in front of Siobhan, and proceeded to eat her out. Before long, and coincidentally at almost the same moment, we both exploded. Siobhan wailed and fell, hanging by her arms from the ceiling. I grunted and lost my balance, but stayed upright. Molly didn't move, and swallowed everything I gave her. Leaning back from me, she licked her lips. "Ohh, yum." She said, a lusty growl to her tone. "That was better than dinner." I laughed unsteadily, and tried to gather my bearings. Emma pointed to Siobhan. "Your turn." She said, and pushed Molly onto her back. Seconds later, she was in the 69 position, and both girls were going at it enthusiastically.




I stepped up to Siobhan, trying to keep my eyes off the other two, and whispered into her ear, "Enjoying yourself?" Breathing heavily, Siobhan nodded, and a weak "Uh-huh..." escaped her lips. "Oh, well that's something we'll have to rectify, won't we." I smirked, and brought my hands up to her boobs. Grabbing a nipple in each, I squeezed hard and twisted. Siobhan shrieked momentarily, then let out a deep moan. "Oh God..." she gasped. "More. Harder." Happy to oblige, I pulled each nipple out as far as I could, then let go. I stood beside her, and bent a little. Taking her right nipple between my teeth, I started to chew and suck on it. My right hand dropped to her pussy, and my left to her arse. I cupped the latter, and caressed it gently. In order to lull her into a false sense of security, I merely played with her for a while, running my fingers up and down her pussy, playing with her rock-hard clit and occasionally slipping my fingertips into her opening. She started to pant, and sometimes yelp when I bit a little harder. Without warning, I simultaneously rammed a dry finger up her arse, and crushed her clit between thumb and forefinger. She yelled, and came immediately.




When she came down, I slipped my finger from her rear, eliciting a few winces and gasps, and slid it into her mouth, where she treated it like she did my cock. I raised an eyebrow, aroused. My dick was again fully hard by this point, and didn't show any signs of diminishing. I started to walk around Siobhan, staring at her in mock-deep thought. "Hmm." I murmured, as I walked. "What am I going to do with you now? What could I possibly do to top that? Ah, I know..." I stepped over to a table at the side of the room, glancing at Emma and Molly - they were still at it, Molly's tongue now buried deep in Emma's anus - and grabbed two items from a collection. Holding one next to Siobhan's ear, I turned the screw slowly. It let out a loud creak, and Siobhan shivered in anticipation. She knew exactly what it was. I put the clamp to her nipple, and tightened it slowly. She drew several sharp breaths as it closed on her. Before long, it held itself there, and I left it for a while, putting the second one on her. After letting her stew for a moment, I quickly tightened one as far as it would go, almost flattening her nipple into paper. A long, low shriek emanated from her lips, which increased in pitch as I tightened the other one.




Picking something up from the bed, I stepped in close to Siobhan. The blindfold was very wet now, as tears flowed freely from her eyes. "Still enjoying yourself?" I asked, quietly. "Oh *God* yes." She replied, forcefully. I shook my head and tutted. "When will you learn, eh?" I stepped back and lashed at her boobs with the cat-o'-nine-tails. They bounced and jiggled, and she screamed. Emma looked up, and saw what I was doing. "Ohh, nice choice." She said, her voice somewhat muffled by Molly's crotch. Molly sat down hard on Emma's face, and told her to shut up. I laughed, and went back to flailing Siobhan's breasts into oblivion. I didn't quite go that far, but by the time I stopped, they were red raw, and one of the nipple clamps had catapulted across the room. Her nipple was slowly re-inflating, bringing a steady wail from her. "Well?" I demanded. "Still enjoying it?" "So... close..." She replied. "Please... so close..." I raised an eyebrow. She was still hanging from her wrists, so I spread her legs as far as I could, and stood beside her. I wound up, and threw all my strength into slamming the whip into her cunt. She leapt a good foot into the air, screaming all the way, landed on her feet and crumpled, quivering. She didn't finish her orgasm for a good minute and a half, during which time I broke up Molly and Emma, and took Emma's place. I'd never eaten Molly before, and I wanted to. I kept an eye on Emma and Siobhan, though.




Molly tasted good. Different from Emma and her sister, but that was to be expected. In fact, they all tasted rather like ice cream flavours. Siobhan was vanilla, Emma was toffee, and Molly was... well, I had yet to determine was Molly was. But there was definitely an ice cream of it. Suddenly it hit me. Chocolate. It was faint, fainter even than the vanilla and toffee, but it was there. While I performed a job I had been told was good on Molly's pussy, she did similar to my cock. It was a slightly more awkward angle than before, but she was almost as good. I decided to throw her off a bit. Slipping a finger into her cunt to get it wet, I then moved up and pushed it slowly into her arse. She gasped around my dick, and her co-ordination went to hell. I kept up with my tongue on her pussy, and began to finger-fuck her arsehole. It wasn't long before she came. Now, Molly didn't come particularly hard, not compared to her sister when subjected to torture, but she came a *lot*. And, I discovered, messily. She was one of those imbued with the ability to ejaculate. Almost without warning, a torrent of her juices flowed forcefully into my open mouth, and because I was so surprised, a fair amount went over my face, too. What went into my mouth, however, I swallowed happily. She rolled off me and lay on the floor. "Woah damn." She moaned. "Emma, come and take over, wouldya? I need a moment to recuperate."




Emma had released Siobhan from the ceiling, but left her handcuffed, and was currently enjoying Siobhan's ministrations. She was lying on the floor, holding Siobhan's head between her legs. The blindfold was gone, but Siobhan's eyes were closed. "Actually, Molly," Emma replied, "I have a better idea." She stood up, and got Siobhan to her feet. She then pushed her onto her knees beside me. "See all that on his face, Siobhan?" Emma asked. Siobhan nodded, too tired to speak. "That came from your sister. Your twin sister, no less. And you know what you're going to do with it?" Siobhan nodded slowly, realisation dawning on her. "Hop to it, then." Emma commanded, and pushed Siobhan's head towards mine. Her tongue came out, and she proceeded to lick her sister's juices from my face. It was a nice feeling, actually, and incredibly arousing. I was so hard by this point that it almost hurt. When she was done, she kissed me, and moved down my body. Her mouth engulfed my cock, and Emma crouched over my face. It wasn't long before I came, only moments after Emma did. Thankfully, Emma wasn't as messy as Molly.




Siobhan collapsed, and Emma fell on top of her. We all four lay there for a while, just getting our breaths back. Siobhan was the first to speak. "Oh wow." She said, breathing heavily. "That was *some* present. Thanks, guys." Emma just laughed, and I replied, "Even everything Molly did to you?" Siobhan looked at her sister, lying exhausted next to her. "Yeah," She said, sheepishly. "That was kind of a new one. Not really done that before..." I raised an eyebrow. "Not _really_?" I asked. She coughed. "Well, you know... teenaged girls... twins... it's kind of like doing yourself, but more fun..." Molly was bright red by this point, and Emma and I laughed. "So, you got each other off instead of yourselves, huh?" They nodded. "It meant we didn't have to hide from each other when we wanted to do it, either..." I laughed again, and slapped Siobhan's bum. "Damn, that could have been fun to watch. Shame I didn't know you before July, huh."




We all got dressed, watched a few more movies, made some sandwiches from the leftovers, and before we knew it we found ourselves all in one big bed, dropping off like flies. I think I was the last one awake, and I looked blearily around me. Somehow, all three girls had managed to snuggle into me. I wasn't sure how, and I was too tired to work it out. I was quickly, and happily, asleep.




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Over the next week and a half, I spent more time with the girls, usually at Siobhan's. During that time, Siobhan was abused many more times, much to her delight. A lot of the time, Molly got into the act. They both seemed to have really enjoyed Boxing Day, and wanted to continue. I wasn't complaining at all, two girls were good, but three were unimaginable. I quickly realised I was living most men's fantasy adolescence, and it was a constant source of amusement to me. It wasn't far off being my fantasy, either. My fantasy involved a lot of guns and giant robots, though.




It never entered my thoughts that Karen had been uncharacteristically quiet over the last months of term before Christmas, so the first day of the new term was quite a shock. I'd grown used to a risk-free academic environment. What I stepped into on the first Monday of 2003 was categorically *not* that. Trouble, however, didn't rear its head until quite late in the day. Lessons had been their usual breezes, having copied the knowledge out of every teacher's head by this point. I fully expected to leave secondary school behind with a full accompaniment of A* grades. With the possible exception of PE.




Lunchtime rolled around. And I found myself rolling on the floor. Someone had hit me from behind as I walked along behind the Science block, and I'd been dazed enough to fall. I shook it off as quickly as possible, and took stock of the situation. Karen stood behind a small army of Chav aggressors. I looked at them in horror. There were at least ten of them, all laughing and punching their palms, or engaging in other, similarly threatening activities. She smiled evilly at me. "Get out of this one." She said, matter-of-factly. I smirked. "You got it." I moved my hand across my face, in the manner of the Jedi Mind Trick. It had the exact same effect. "You don't want to attack me." I said. "We don't want to attack you." They repeated, as one.

"You want to leave me and my friends alone for the rest of our time here in school."

"We want to leave you alone."

"These aren't the droids you're looking for."

"These aren't the droids we're looking for."

"I can go about my business."

"You can go about your business."




They dispersed, leaving me alone with Karen, she with an incredulous stare on her face, mine emblazoned with a huge grin. I stepped up to her. "Karen, I've had enough of your shit." I said, conversationally. "I'd really appreciate it if you left me alone from now on. Got it, sweetie?" I leaned in and gave her a quick, insincere peck on the cheek, then turned and walked away. She was still standing there, her eye twitching in confusion, as I rounded the corner of the building and collapsed in fits of laughter.




I realised that PE was one of the few classes I had at the same time as Siobhan. I mentioned this to her in the cafeteria. "Yeah, so?" She asked, taking a bite of her sandwich. "So," I replied, "I want to tap into your senses in the changing room." She choked on her bite, and started laughing. "Sure, if you think you can do that, go for it. I don't think you can, though." I smirked. "Siobhan, take a book from your bag." She did. "Now put it on your knees so I can't see it." She did. "Now write something, or draw something. I'll tell you what it is. You'll know if I'm just reading your mind, so you'll know if I'm trying to trick you." She started writing, and I read out the letters as she did. "T. H. I. This. I. Is. S. T. U. P. I. Stupid." Siobhan looked at me, her eyebrows raised. "Hey, when did you work out how to do that?"

"A few weeks back now, just before Christmas."

"How come you never told us?"

"It never seemed useful until now."

"Perv."

"You know it. Oh, I didn't tell you what happened earlier."

"What happened?"




I proceeded to tell the girls about what had happened with Karen and the chavs. Siobhan just laughed, but Emma looked worried. "Charlie, was that really a good idea?" She asked. "Now she knows what you can do."

"Not how, though. And she has no idea you two can do it too. Besides, I can just manipulate her to not tell anyone if it really comes down to it."

"But still..."

"Look, even if she does tell, no-one's going to believe her. Those chavs aren't going to back her up, I made sure of that."

"Well, if you're sure..."

"I am. Hey, can I pull that changing room trick with you, too?"

"Perv."




I just grinned.




Next, unfortunately, was not PE. It was English. As I stood outside, waiting, Karen grabbed my arm and led me off around the corner. She caught me off guard, so I just went with her. She put me against the wall and stared at me. She hid it well, but I could see in her eyes that she was scared. "Charlie, what the *hell* did you do earlier?" She asked, her voice on the verge of cracking. "Wouldn't you like to know that, Karen." I replied, raising an eyebrow. "Well, I don't really see how it can hurt. No-one would believe you anyway. I'm telepathic, kiddo."

"That's impossible."

"Believe what you want, but listen to the evidence first. You already saw what I did earlier. Unless you believe in The Force, there's not really another explanation. Remember Dan? Remember his ill-advised perambulation into oncoming traffic? Well guess what - I was responsible for that. Oh, and here's the clincher. I know about you and your sister."




Her momentary flash of shock betrayed her reaction. "I don't know what you're talking about." I smiled. "Sure you do, Karen. Remember, you walked in on her all those years ago in the shower? Then you took to hiding in the airing cupboard... oh, and the first time you forced yourself on her, now *that* was hot. I commend you. A fine performance." Her eyes were wide, her face a mask of horror. "You... know about it?"

"Absolutely everything, K. Now, here's the deal. You leave me and mine alone, and I'll leave you and yours alone. And of course I am referring to you and your friends, not the radio programme."




That, at least, brought a small giggle from the crestfallen girl. "Really?" "Really. I don't want this war going on any longer. We're never going to be friends, but maybe we can *not* be enemies."

"What about..."

"What, your somewhat unusual relationship with your sister? Well, I think we can come to an arrangement about that too. You don't tell anyone my secret, and I won't tell anyone yours."




It wasn't technically a lie, since I hadn't *told* Emma and Siobhan so much as shown them. Karen chewed on her lip. "Deal." She said. "Shake?" She held out her hand, and I shook it. Then she walked away, and into English. I followed her a few seconds later.




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And it worked. The cold, seething hatred between us downgraded into mere indifference. This made schooltime pass very quickly - there was very little to make it drag. I was flying through classes without a care, I actually handed in my work (the teachers were stunned by my sudden transformation, likening it to a pod person), and leisure time was somewhat of a blur. The next big thing, something that made me take note came early in February.




It was the ninth, five days before Valentine's day. It was a Sunday, and Emma and I had spent the day at Siobhan's house. She'd just bought a trampoline, so we'd had fun with that. After a while, it got too cold outside and we got too tired, so we headed inside. Up in Siobhan's room, I lay down on her bed. A thought struck me. "Hey, Emma. You never did tell me what Siobhan got you for Christmas. What was it?" Emma laughed, and looked at Siobhan. "Funny you should mention that..." She said, standing up from the beanbag she'd flopped into, and walking over to the bed. Siobhan followed her. They both sat down either side of my legs. "Charlie," Siobhan began. "We've had a lot of fun over the last few months, right?" I nodded agreement, somewhat confused by this point. "Yeah, we thought so too." Emma said. "And you haven't, well, you know, done... *anything* with anyone else, have you? Well, except for Molly." I smiled, and shook my head. "What's all this about?" I asked. "Well, we were thinking... the way we've been acting... we'd quite like to make it official." Siobhan said. Then, almost as one, they both said, "Will you go out with us?"




I blinked a few times, then cracked up laughing. Between my guffaws, I said, "You even had to *ask*? Christ, I took it for granted! I figured we already were!" The girls smiled. "That's a yes, then?" Siobhan said. I nodded, still laughing. "Hmm." Emma said. "I guess you get to find out what Siobhan got me for Christmas, then." With that, she pulled her shirt off over her head. Underneath she was wearing one of the sexiest corsets I'd ever seen. It was an underbust design, leaving her boobs completely uncovered. A few seconds later, her trousers were off, revealing matching, crotchless panties. I stared. "Wow." I said, after a moment. "Nice choice, Siobhan." Siobhan giggled. "Yes, I rather thought so. But there's a point to all this." I raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what's that?"




Emma crawled up the bed over me, bringing her face right up to mine, a lustful look in her eyes. "The point is, I want you. Now. And I intend to have you." I felt Siobhan undoing my trousers and pulling them off me. My cock was long hard from looking at Emma dressed like that, and Siobhan took it in her hand happily. It soon found its way from her hand into her mouth, while Emma kissed me. Before long, and at exactly the same time, they both stopped. I was breathing heavily by this point, as was Emma. She licked her lips. "We discussed this, you see." She said. "I get your cherry, so to speak - and Siobhan... well, wait till you find out what she gets." Emma squeaked, which, on examination, I found to be because Siobhan had begun eating her out. It was doing a good job of keeping me hard, but it didn't have to do it for long. Emma knelt up, positioning herself above my dick. I felt Siobhan's hand aiming it, then gasped as Emma started to slip down it.




She got about an inch and a half in, before she froze, a look of surprised horror on her face. "What's wrong?" I asked. "It... hurts." She said. "It's not meant to hurt... that's meant to be gone..." I knew Emma had had a boyfriend before me, and that they had slept together a few times. I'd also assumed that she was no longer a virgin. But, considering what my cock was pushing against, apparently that wasn't the case. He must have been *very* small. Emma took a deep breath, and sat down hard. She slid all the way down, inhaling sharply. I grunted, and heard a whimper. "Are you OK?" I asked. Emma nodded. "Yeah. I'm fine. It doesn't hurt that much. I just didn't think it would hurt at all." She waited about a minute, then started to move up and down on me. I groaned. This was way beyond anything I'd imagined it to feel like. It was immensely different from a blowjob, which had been the only real sexual experience I'd had previously.




With the way Emma was squeezing me, and the way she was dressed, I knew I wouldn't last too long, and I told her. "I'll go right along with you." She gasped out, and I pulled her head down and kissed her while I played with her left boob. Not long after, she yelped into my mouth, and started shuddering on my cock. I'd been just close enough that I started to spew my cum into her, echoing her moans. An indeterminable time later, I came down enough to realise what was going on. Siobhan was lying on her side next to us, licking her lips. "Man, that was *hot*." She growled. "You'd better be ready again soon." I laughed, then a shock hit me like a lorry. "Emma?" I asked. "Are you..." "Protected?" She said, finishing my sentence. "Yes, I am. I'm on the pill. You think I'd have done that if I wasn't?" I laughed. "No. But I was still worried. As much as I want kids, I don't want them just yet."




"Oh, you want kids?" Siobhan asked. I nodded. She smiled. "That's good. So do I. I expect you to give me some." I laughed. "Sure thing. I think they sell them in Boots. And your birthday's coming up, so you never know..." Siobhan laughed, and Emma rolled off of me to lie on my other side. Siobhan reached down and started playing with me, and I noticed that at some point, she'd taken her clothes off. She leaned over and kissed me, her tongue dancing in my mouth. Before long, I was at full mast again. Siobhan smiled lustily, and crouched over me, her feet either side of my hips. Emma rested her head on my shoulder and watched. Holding my cock in place, Siobhan started to buck her hips, rubbing the head up and down her slit. She was dripping wet already. I said so, and she gave me a lascivious smile. "Well, I told you it was hot..." After about twenty seconds, she pointed me at her opening, and sank down about a centimetre, just enough to get the very tip in. "There's something you should know..." She said. "I *am* a virgin. But..." She buried me in her in one quick movement. "...I know it isn't going to hurt. Mmm, it is *big*, though. I am *full*."




Emma enlightened me. "Siobhan used to ride horses. Her cherry popped when she was about seven." I grinned. "And was that because of the bouncing on the saddle, or was it the bending over under the beasts?" Already riding my cock, Siobhan looked mock-angrily at me, and tweaked one of my nipples. "I'm almost tempted not to do the next part now... but that's what *I* get out of this too, so I will anyway." She lifted herself off me, and moved slightly closer to my head. Fixing her gaze on my eyes, she crouched back down - and I started going in. But this wasn't her pussy. She closed her eyes, and pushed down. My cock was slick and wet, but it was still tough going. Siobhan let out a little cry when the head popped in past her sphincter muscle. "Hurts?" I asked. She bit her lower lip, and moaned, "Mmm, *yes*." With that, she pushed down harder, and yelped. I had thought I was going to last a lot longer than the first time, but Siobhan's arse was so tight that I rethought that quickly. Soon, she was all the way down, and rocked gently forwards and back.




"If I might just ask," I said, "but what, exactly, do you get out of this?" "Easy." Siobhan replied. "Emma got your cherry. I get your anal cherry, so to speak. You've not done this before, right?" I shook my head. "Right. Not to mention this delicious pain..." I laughed. "When, Siobhan, did you become such a pain slut?" She started to move on my cock. "Oh, I'm not sure, really. Could have been that time when... ohh... when we were about nine, and Molly shoved a cucumber up me without warning." I groaned. That mental image was going to make me go a lot faster. I told her, and she laughed. "Not before me, matey." She commanded, bouncing faster. I reached up and twisted her nipple between thumb and finger. She squeaked. "Ohh, good idea. That'll work." I grinned, and started doing the same to the other. Her breathing got faster quickly, and after about a minute she said, "I'm... nearly there. How about you?" I nodded. "Don't hold back." She said, and started bouncing with wild abandon, slamming herself down so hard I thought the bed would break. Our climaxes were virtually simultaneous, with me going off very slightly before her.




She fell forward onto my chest. "Wow." We breathed, at the same time. Emma laughed. "You know, that's got me horny again." She said. Siobhan giggled at her. "Give me a minute to recover, and I'll eat you. 'kay, sweetie?" Emma nodded eagerly. Soon afterwards, fatigue got the better of me, and I fell asleep despite the sight of my two beautiful girlfriends in a 69, eating each other to another orgasm. "Only fair," I thought, half asleep. "I went twice, and they only went once." It *had* been a hell of a first time.
