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   Heather (MF, inc) by Lizard69

   It was after midnight when I finally made it back to my own bed.  I
don't know if I felt a little guilty about what I'd done, or guilty that I
didn't feel worse.  I guess this is where I should say that I never
intended things to go that far, but I don't expect you to believe it.  I
wouldn't.  I mean a guy just doesn't "accidentally" seduce his little
sister.

   Then again, as a senior in high school she isn't exactly little anymore,
and I'm only four years older.  That was a big gap when I was sixteen and
couldn't have friends over without my twelve and thirteen year old sisters
hanging around.  It never got too bad though.  They mostly had their own
friends or spent their time on "girl talk" and stayed out of my hair.  Not
the way some of my friends would have their kid sister tagging along like a
lost puppy.  Heather and I spend a little more time together now that
Stacie is off to college but our social circles don't overlap.  I'm the big
brother who can lend a hand or listen to her vent without trying to run her
life.

   I'd be willing to bet that any guy with a sister has at some point while
growing up, looked at her and thought, "I'd hit that".  By the time we were
all dating both Stacie and Heather were beginning to look pretty hot.  I
never tried to get anything started.  Just fantasizing about them was
something I wouldn't have admitted to my best friend.  Besides, if I made a
pass and it flopped the best I could hope for was getting thrown out of the
house.  Worst case ran in directions I didn't want to think about.  I
probably wouldn't even have kept the fantasies going if Heather hadn't made
the cheer squad.  Her legs and ass may not be her best features, but hers
are better than most, and a cheer uni certainly shows them off.

   When my folks left for some sort of company banquet they asked me to
pick Heather up later.  I'm between girlfriends and there wasn't anything
good on the tube, so I decided to get there early enough to watch the game.
I was on the team in high school and while some of the players dated some
of the cheerleaders it wasn't an automatic thing.  In any case, on game day
you both had to focus on your own job.  Watching each other do your thing
wasn't a good idea.  It was a real treat to watch Heather and her friends
go through their routines.  There seemed to be a lot of hip hop moves and a
few that would have worked just as well for a stripper.  Maybe I'm biased.
Maybe Heather wasn't really the hottest girl on the squad.  But those other
girls weren't going to be sleeping tonight in the room next to mine.

   I wasn't the only one looking for her after the game.  I got there just
in time to see her get dumped by her current boyfriend.  I don't drink much
and she hardly drinks at all but our folks were going to be out late and
after watching her boyfriend take off with his new girl, I figured she
needed to chill.  The liquor store had a big jug of sweet red wine on sale
and the soda to mix wine coolers.  When we got home neither one of us felt
like fixing a meal so we just nibbled snack food as we chatted and sipped
our drinks.  Wine coolers are sneaky and it wasn't long before she had a
pretty good buzz going and was asking me why guys had to be such jerks.

   "Really Kyle, It's like every guy I've dated has some kind of mental
timetable that starts with a goodnight kiss on the first date and has him
taking my pants off on date ten or twelve.  I'm not a prude.  I enjoy
making out with a guy once I get to know him and start to feel comfortable.
I don't want to still be a virgin when I start college next fall, but I'll
turn lez before I give it up just because that's what some guy has penciled
in on his calendar for tonight.  Eventually they all hit a spot where if
I'm not going any farther with them they leave me for someone who will.  I
may not be the smartest girl on earth but if I have to fuck a guy to keep
him, I'm smart enough to let him go.  He'll just be a bigger problem later.
Why do guys do that?"

   "I wish I could tell you, but it's not a guy thing, it's a jerk thing,
and I'm trying real hard not to build up too much experience in that area.
Maybe you're setting your standards too high.  You know, looking for some
kind of perfect guy to be your first?"

   She thought about that while I made us a fresh round of drinks.  "I
don't think I'm being too picky.  I don't have to love him but I do have to
respect him and like him at least as much as I like you.  He has to be
willing to listen when I'm telling him what I like and don't like.  Most
important is that I can trust him to stop whenever I want." About then the
phone rang and I went to answer it.  Our folks had run into another couple
they hadn't seen in ages and decided to get a room at the hotel that was
hosting the event.  They just wanted to make sure everything was OK and let
us know not to panic if they didn't get home before noon tomorrow.

   I passed Heather the word and tried to get the conversation going again.
She'd never let her hair down like this before and I wanted to make the
most of it.  "I can't believe guys won't listen when you tell them what you
want.  The biggest gripe I share with the guys I know is that girls expect
us to be psychic.  Somehow we're all supposed to know what you want without
ever being told.  Give me an example of guys not listening."

   "OK, how about tits?"

   "Yours are really nice.  What else about tits?"

   "Uh...Thanks, but sometimes they're a pain.  Guys like to play with them
and usually I enjoy it.  On game night though they get bounced around a lot
even with a good bra and right now they're kind of sore.  If he hadn't
dumped me tonight my boyfriend would be kneading them like bread dough and
wondering why I wasn't getting turned on.  While my tits were bouncing I
was also working really hard and every muscle I've got is going to be stiff
and sore in the morning.  After a game I'd sell my soul for a hot shower
and a long gentle massage.  Know what happens when I tell a guy that?  He
spends about two minutes rubbing my neck and shoulders before he's got his
hands inside my top."

   It took me a minute or two to work up the nerve but I knew I'd never get
another chance like this.  "I remember what it was like waking up the
morning after a game and wondering how I was going to get out of bed.  I'll
lock up and kill the lights while you grab a shower.  If you want that
massage you don't have sell your soul.  I dated a masseuse for a while and
she taught me the basics.  Just knock when you pass my room."

   By the time I heard the rap on my door I'd pretty much mapped out what I
wanted to try, and changed into a set of loose sweats to hide the serious
wood I'd built up thinking about her.  It wouldn't have mattered.  When I
got to her room she was prone on the bed, wrapped in a towel, with her face
turned away from me.  Sitting on the bed next to her I began gently
kneading her neck and shoulders, gradually feeling the muscles go from
tight as cables, to bungee cords, and eventually loose as a bag of rubber
bands.  She started to tense up as I tugged the towel lower but relaxed
again as I worked my way down her back.  When all that it covered was her
shapely ass, I shifted to her ankles and began working my way up.  She was
a little startled when I rolled her over, and her hands fluttered like she
was thinking of covering up, but as soon as I began working on her neck and
shoulders again she closed her eyes and relaxed.  Still, she couldn't help
blushing a little whenever the sleeves of my sweatshirt lightly brushed
against her nipples.

   They were firming up nicely by the time I moved to her abs.  Abs can be
tricky.  Too light and you tickle while too heavy makes them tense.  I
managed to hit it just right and felt her melt under my fingers.  There was
never going to be a better time and after things had already gone this far
the worst she could do was tell me to leave so I bent over and slowly
swirled my tongue around her nipple.  I heard her gasp, then whimper a
little as she thought about asking me to stop.  I was going back and forth,
splitting my attention between her lovely tits when I slipped a hand under
the towel that still covered her hips and dipped a fingertip into her
steaming slit.  Before long I discovered that while she was still a virgin
she must have a man sized toy hidden somewhere.  First one, then a second
finger slipped easily into her muff.

   Using my free hand to tug my sweatpants down I got between her knees and
let my cock take the place of my fingers almost without a pause.  I guess
that's the point in porn novels where the hero would pound away like a lust
crazed beast until sunrise, bringing her to multiple orgasms in the
process. Yeah...  Right...  I don't think I lasted a couple of minutes
before popping my load.  Spend a few years fantasizing about a girl as hot
as Heather and see how well you do when you finally get something going! 
In a way what actually happened was even better.  She felt me let go just
as she was getting close and reached down between us.  I've never been
ready to go again without even pulling out, but I've also never had a
chance to watch my hot little sister bring herself off while my half hard
dick was in her to the hilt.  The second time took a lot longer but was
still over way too soon.

   I was so wiped out when I left her I thought I'd fall asleep halfway
back to my bed.  Instead I laid there thinking about what I'd done.  None
of my fantasies had included how I'd feel afterwards.  I'd been brought up
to believe that fucking your own sister was a sick, twisted, pervert thing
to do.  I had to admit to myself as I drifted off that I *did* feel like a
serious sleaze.  What I couldn't decide was if I felt that way because of
what I'd done, or because I was already planning to do it again.

   Breakfast the next morning was sort of awkward.  We were both up a lot
earlier than usual, as if we were unconsciously trying to avoid each other.
Instead I ended up making unnecessary noise rustling up some bacon and
eggs, while she sat at the table in her robe giving a bowl of cereal more
attention than it deserved.  Finally she spoke up.

   "What now?"

   "Good question."

   "So?"

   "Heather, no matter how much I want to be sorry about last night, I'm
not.  If you think I'm an evil pervert for doing it maybe you're right.  If
you decide it was just a one time thing, at least I've had a night I'll
remember for the rest of my life.  I want it to be more than that but right
now what you want is all that matters."

   She replied so softly I had to listen real close and it seemed like she
was talking to her cereal even if the words were for me.  "Every young girl
has a crush on some older guy at least for a while.  More often than not
it's a male relative.  Usually nothing happens and it becomes just a silly
memory.  Still, it's a good thing my big brother isn't a pedo.  From the
time I was ten I'd have done anything you asked.  As you grow up you begin
to realize that girls who do it with relatives are kind of a bad joke.  If
you care about a guy you sure don't want him thinking of you that way.  The
thing is, growing up doesn't always change the way you feel, even if it
puts limits on what you do or who you tell.  I'm eighteen now and I'll
still do anything you ask, but try to have some sense about it.  If our
friends start talking it could get rough and I don't want to even think
about what would happen if mom and dad found out."

   "You really mean that?  Like...*anything*?"

   "I guess so.  Kyle, I like you..., pretty much..., most of the time. 
More important I trust you not to hurt me or wreck my reputation.  I'll
even say I love you.  There'd be this big ugly hole in my life if something
happened and you weren't here anymore.  It's just not the hearts and
flowers, marry me and live happily ever after, kind of love.  When I find a
guy like that I'll fuck him 'til he can't walk and marry him if he'll have
me.  Until then, if my evil pervert brother wants to see how many different
ways he can make me cum, I'm willing to let him.  Maybe being a pervert
runs in the family."

   She finished her cereal and got up to put the bowl in the dishwasher. 
Figuring this was as good a time as any to find out if she was serious I
stepped up behind her and grabbed her hips.  "What I'd really like right
now is for you to pull down your panties, get a grip on the counter, and
let me do you from behind right here in the kitchen."

   "Kyle, I can't"!

   "What was that about doing *anything*"?

   "That's not the problem.  It's just that...  well...  I thought you
might try something, and I'm not *wearing* any pants."

   Technically I guess she was still "wearing" her robe a few minutes
later. After the belt was untied I pushed it up until it dangled from her
wrists while she braced herself against the counter.  If anything seeing
the loose folds hanging there made her seem more deliciously bare.  Maybe I
should have found some lube.  Even if she was willing, she wasn't really
ready.  To be honest, this felt so much like one of my dreams I wanted to
be in her to the hilt before I woke up.  Once there, I lost a lot of the
urgency and spent an endless time letting my hands explore her firmly
packed curves while her hot wetness settled around my shaft.  Eventually
she started to squirm, rocking her hips and trying to get some motion
going, until I had to grab her waist to keep my belly firmly planted
against her lovely ass.

   "KYLE!"

   "What?"

   "Don't just stand there!  Do it!"

   "Do what?"



   "Please Kyle, don't make me beg."

   "I'll never *make* you do anything, but I really need to hear you tell
me what you want."

   "Fuck me."

   "What was that?  I'm not sure I heard."

   "Dammit Kyle!  Just fuck me already!  OK?!"

   Well, I started making long smooth strokes and let me tell you, it was
way better than just OK.  Heather was blushing pretty heavy but it didn't
stop her from asking me to do it harder and faster, until I was really
slamming it into her, hard, hot, and nasty.  When I started getting close I
sucked on a finger to get it warm and wet, then reached around and used it
to diddle her clit.  She didn't need any screaming porn star vocals to tell
me when she came.  The way her whole body clenched and quivered was more
than enough to push me over the edge as well.  It's a good thing we didn't
take any longer.  We'd hardly caught our breath before dad's car pulled
into the driveway.

   She headed for the bathroom to shower and dress while I finished
clearing the table.  I guess the smell of cooking covered anything else. 
The the only comment from our folks was that we were both up early for a
weekend.  I told them I had some errands to run and left for a while to
think things through.  It wasn't going to be easy living under the same
roof with my parents and the girl I was doing.  Heather and human nature
saved my butt.  She was on the couch in shorts and a halter, reading a
magazine, when I got home.  I'm not sure how to explain.  She was looking
good and completely relaxed, but at the same time putting out a vibe that
was totally, "not having any".  Then my mom came through with a basket of
dirty laundry, yakking about how nice it was to run into their old friends,
and I realized she probably wouldn't notice if we were going at it on the
living room carpet.  The whole situation was so outrageous she just
wouldn't see anything.

   It was a different story a few days later.  Dad was working late and mom
was out shopping when some friends dropped Heather off after cheer
practice. I made a grab for her as soon as the door was closed and from the
way she returned my kisses, she thought it was an excellent idea.  I had a
double handful of her lovely ass when she came up for air.  "Kyle!  Don't
tell me you're one of those pervs who goes to the games just to ogle the
cheerleaders?"

   "Are you telling me you want half the fans to go home?"

   "Oh, there's never that many."

   "You can spot them?"

   "Not every guy with a hardon.  The ones that look like they'll cum in
their pants if we do one more high kick, yeah, sure.  Mostly we don't care.
A couple of the girls get into it.  If you ever get the chance to talk to a
crowd of strippers, ask them how many were on the cheer squad in school."

   "How about you?"

   "It depends.  If it's some horny stranger old enough to be my dad, or
anyone else I wouldn't want to date, I just ignore it.  Sometimes though,
if he's cute, I try to imagine what he's thinking.  Like, is he undressing
me with his eyes, or is it the cheer uni that's getting him hot?  How about
you?  Are you into doing Heather, who just happens to be your sister?  Do
you get all perved up at the thought of doing your *sister* the
cheerleader, or does the idea of doing your sister the *cheerleader* give
you a woody?"

   I didn't answer her, at least not in words.  By then I had the crotch of
her cheer uni pulled to one side and a couple of fingers slick from her
juices.  Doing her standing up in the hall might have been a strain if I'd
lasted a little longer.  Before I could catch my breath from the first
round, she grabbed my hand and practically dragged me to her room.  Heather
admitted later she'd never done oral before, but since every guy she'd
dated had eventually asked for it, she figured I'd probably like it.  I was
willing to help her get all the practice she wanted.  What she lacked in
experience was more than covered by the chance to play out my fantasies.

   If it was any other cute redhead in a cheer uni kneeling in front of me,
technique might have mattered.  The way it was I nearly lost it the instant
she looked up to see what I thought of what she was doing.  Growing up
together I've seen her face thousands of times.  A couple of the girls I've
dated got an extra kick out of making eye contact while blowing me, so that
wasn't new either.  It was the combination of my sweet little sister's face
and my half hard cum smeared dick that really hit me.  How she could look
like such a wide eyed innocent, while using her mouth to get me ready to
fuck her again, was absolutely mind boggling.  By the time our folks got
home we'd done it twice more and I couldn't get it up again at gunpoint.

   You would think that living in the same house with a hot, willing,
teenage girl would pretty much guarantee plenty of sex.  You'd be wrong. 
Between work and school, plus both of us having a social life, we didn't
really spend much time hanging around the house.  Besides, any time we were
home our parents were usually there as well.  There's no way she was going
to show up at any of the high school "make out" spots with her brother. 
Even if we could get past the sleaze factor, going to the local "no-tell
motel" was the next best thing to renting a billboard.  EVERYBODY knew who
was hooking up there.  A couple of times we stayed up until our folks were
asleep and caught a quickie.  Both of us were too worried about getting
caught for it to be much good.  To get some private time with Heather I
practically had to kidnap her.

   Like most schools, ours has a "semi-legitimate" senior skip day near the
end of the school year.  The teachers warned that anyone without a valid
excuse would be listed as truant, but they all knew so many kids would be
missing they didn't schedule anything important.  Heather had been waffling
all week and I knew she wouldn't be missed.  Her friends who skipped would
think she went to class and those in class would think she skipped.  The
night before I swapped my car for a friends windowless cargo van, telling
him and my folks I was going to spend the next day helping a girl move. 
The next morning I left the house a little before her and "ordered" her
into the van as she started towards school.

   "So what's up?  I thought you were helping some girl move."

   "Maybe...Sort of...I mean you move pretty good once you get started."

   "Oh...  Where can we go?"

   "Just about anywhere.  You can see this thing has a partition with a
sliding door right behind the seats.  The cargo area has a couple of lights
and a roof vent but no windows.  There's a couple of packing quilts back
there.  That's all."

   "So instead of going to school you want me to ride around with you all
day?  Then, whenever you get horny, I'm supposed to let you have sex with
me, in the back of a grubby van, parked right out in public.  What if some
stranger figures out what we're doing?  Will I have to fuck him too in
order to keep him from calling the cops?"

   "You don't *have* to do anything.  Say the word and I'll drop you at
school.  Then you can spend the whole day on make work because half the
other kids are missing.  At least it won't matter if you can't concentrate
because you keep thinking about what you could have been doing."

   "OK, You have me.  I guess the first thing you should do is find a
thrift store.  I don't want to mess up my good clothes and can't go home to
change."

   While I was in the drug store picking up some condoms and lube, she
ducked into the back of the van to change.  I don't keep up with womens
fashions and Heather doesn't shop the high end anyway.  Normally she
manages a fresh scrubbed, nice girl from the burb's look.  Now she was in a
pair of low rise jeans cut off as shorts and a tee that covered a lot but
didn't hide much.  The way her nipples pushed at the fabric told me she'd
ditched her bra and I thought I saw a hint of fuzz peaking over her
waistband.  Since she shaves everything but a little tuft at the top of her
slit her panties had to be in the bag with her good clothes as well.  She
let me stare for a while then flashed me a nasty grin.

   "If I'm going to spend the day being your whore I thought it would be
fun to wear the costume.  So big brother, are you going to haul me off to
the big city and put me to work?"

   "Cripes Heather, you can't be serious.  We've hardly done it a handful
of times, and that was just straight and oral.  You're still at least one
third virgin.  What makes you think you'd want to sell it?"

   "What do you mean one third?...ewww...gross.  As for the other, I used
to wonder what it would be like, back before my evil pervert brother
corrupted me.  Around the second time I broke up with a guy over sex I
began to daydream about just picking a total stranger off the street and
letting him do it.  It started as sort of a getting even kind of thing.  I
dumped him when he made it plain that if we didn't break up he was going to
quit taking no for an answer.  The thought of him daydreaming about raping
me got me so mad, I imagined myself saying yes to any guy who wanted me,
except him.  It isn't my favorite fantasy but it's one of a short list that
always gets me going."

   "The fantasy isn't about getting paid.  It's about doing total
strangers. I never seriously considered doing it for real.  If I know a guy
well enough to be sure he's not carrying six different STD's and isn't a
serial killer he isn't a stranger anymore.  Even if I was crazy enough to
take a chance I don't get out of town much and couldn't risk anyone close
to home.  Just because I never met the guy before doesn't mean I won't run
into him afterwards.  That could get awkward real quick.  Like, what if I
find out he's a member of some group mom or dad belong to?  Or what if I
get to know some cute guy and discover that I've already done his father?
So, yeah, I guess I was just teasing you about putting me to work."

   She got quiet for a while, watching the passing store fronts until I had
the van on the main road out of town.  Things thinned out and I pulled into
the lot of a building supply place to figure out where I was going with
this.  "I'm glad you were just teasing.  The thought of my cute little
sister being a whore is just too much." It stayed quiet in the van while
she looked everywhere but at me and slowly started to blush.  Finally the
light came on.  "You weren't just teasing.  If I pick some guy and tell you
to fuck him, you'd actually do it?"

   "Kyle, I've had a crush on you since I was old enough to know what sex
was and maybe a little before.  I decided years ago that you could have me
any way you wanted.  Keeping the way I felt a secret wasn't easy, but if
you ever had me I needed to know it was because you really wanted me that
way, not just because you wanted sex and I was there.  Doing it with my own
brother is creepy and perverted.  That's OK.  I'd start to worry if it
didn't feel a little creepy.  At the same time it's wildly exciting to have
sex with a guy I trust so completely that I won't say no to *anything*. 
When I'm with you all my defenses are down.  I have no secrets.  I can't be
raped because I won't resist...but it might be fun to pretend.  You can
have me play out your sickest fantasies...or mine!  There's no way I'd go
out on my own and pick up a total stranger.  It's just too risky.  But, if
there's somebody you trust, that I've never met, you can help me make that
fantasy real.  There is one thing though.  Now that you've had me I don't
want to give even one third of my virginity to a stranger.  If there's any
chance he might want me that way I'd like for you to do it first."

   So, What do you say when your innocent little sister asks you to fuck
her ass, just to keep a total stranger from sticking his dick anywhere
yours hasn't already been?  I looked through the door between the seats,
then back at her, and she gave me kind of a queasy little smile before
climbing into the back of the van.  After locking the doors I joined her
and started to unbutton my shirt.  She stopped me.

   "No, Kyle.  I...  I'll get naked, but we might have to leave in a hurry
and you have to drive."

   Even with a couple of false starts it only took a few minutes for
Heather to get out of her shorts and tee.  There wasn't room to stand up
straight.  If you think she looked uncomfortable crouching there, not
knowing what to do next, you should have seen the way she blushed when I
handed her the tube of KY jelly.

   "Use lots.  Try to get it up inside you.  Use two fingers, three if you
can.  I'd do it for you but you'll relax and loosen up quicker if you do it
yourself."

   She got down on her hands and knees, then lowered her chest to the
packing quilts so she could use both hands, spreading her ass cheeks with
one while pushing dollops of lube into her little pucker with the other. 
Her blush was actually starting to fade by the time I put on a condom and
knelt down behind her.  I guess once you move past a certain point you
really can't get *more* embarrassed.  With the head of my cock against her
asshole I grabbed her hips.

   "OK Heather, now, slowly push yourself back onto my cock.  Go slow.  If
you start to tense up, stop and relax.  It will be kind of uncomfortable
but shouldn't really hurt if you're doing it right."

   She tried, I mean really tried, but couldn't quite get her asshole
pushed back over the head of my dick.

   "Kyle, I can't.  If you want me that way you'll have to do it."

   "I want you.  I want you more than I've ever wanted anyone or anything,
but I don't want to hurt you."

   "Don't worry about that, just do it.  Fuck me in the ass.  Finish taking
me.  I want to be yours in every way a man can have a woman."

   I did it.  She whimpered and squirmed but didn't pull away.  It wasn't
until later I found out she'd been biting down on her rolled up shirt to
keep from begging me to stop.  When I was in her to the hilt I reached
around to play with her clit and found her own fingers already strumming
the sensitive little bud.  Her ass was so hot and tight I came quick.  It
was a good thing I did.  When her own orgasm hit she clamped down so hard I
wouldn't have been able to get a load off.

   She stayed in the back until I found a mini-mart.  While she was
cleaning up, I was on the phone to a guy I used to work with.  Al wasn't
exactly a friend of mine but he worked an evening shift and would probably
be home this time of day.  I didn't even try to lay things out over the
phone.  I mean, how would you react if some guy you hardly knew called you
up out of the blue and offered you free pussy?  I did manage to convince
him I had something interesting going on and he agreed to meet me at a park
a couple blocks from his place.

   We were sitting at a picnic table when Al showed up.  As he walked over
to us he was clearly more interested in checking out Heather than anything
I had to say.  He was also a little annoyed when she turned to me, nodded,
and started toward the van without even waiting to say hi.  We both took a
moment to admire her ass before I brought him up to speed.

   "You know how skin mags have those letters from readers?  Like, 'The day
my wife did an entire motorcycle gang including their party sheep'?  Or a
guy comes home from work and his teen aged daughter meets him at the door
wearing nothing but a dog collar and a leash?  Until today I always thought
they were total bullshit.  The girl you just met is a really close friend
of mine.  We're so close that she asked me for help playing out a fantasy,
and since I'll gladly do anything to make her happy, I agreed before I knew
what she wanted.  Try not to laugh yourself sick, but what she wants is for
me to hook her up with somebody else."

   "You gotta be kidding!"

   "I wish I was.  While I've known her for years I never suspected she had
a kinky side and I'm not thrilled at the idea of passing her around.  This
is a one time thing.  For years she's been getting wet thinking about
picking up a total stranger.  That's too dangerous, but a friend of a
friend, somebody she's never met and never will again, is something she can
do.  You interested?"

   "What's the catch?"

   "Catches, there's a couple of them.  The main one is it's a one time
thing.  You've never met before and never will again.  If you see her
standing in line at the bank five years from now and walk over to say hi,
she'll dig out her lighter while she's pepper spraying you, and turn you
into Mexican barbecue.  Second is safe sex.  Use a condom and don't try to
kiss her.  If you know you have anything she might catch, take a pass, no
questions asked.  If I find out later you gave her something nasty, you
better hope you die from some other cause before I catch up with you.  Last
is no rough stuff.  The word she gave me is that she won't say no to
anything reasonable, and won't slam you for trying no matter what kinky
shit you're into.  Don't bother asking, just tell her what to do.  Keep in
mind though that if she says "no" that's the final word.  Accept it and try
something else, or zip up your fly and go home.  Those are the rules and
yes, they *are* carved in stone.  It's your call, pass or play?"

   "Shit man, this whole thing is seriously weird, but if I turned it down
and found out later the deal was for real I'd never forgive myself.  So,
what's her name?  Do I take her back to my place?"

   "No, you can do it right in the van.  It's pretty crude but good enough
for a quickie.  I'll be hanging around in case a nosy stranger needs to be
distracted but far enough away that I won't hear more than I really want to
know.  No names, she wants to fuck a stranger."

   Have you ever tried to *not* think about something really important to
you?  I found a spot where I could watch the lot without being able to see
the van itself.  I don't think I was jealous.  There's no way I was going
to be her lifetime "one and only".  It was more like pushing a big rock
over a cliff.  I set this big thing in motion and now I was responsible for
something that was out of my control.  My mind kept flipping between two
images of what was going on in the van.  One was Heather wearing nothing
but a shy smile eagerly taking his cock into her mouth, muffin, or even her
ass.  The other was my naked little sister on her back with Al on her and
in her, thrusting hard.  I could almost see her trying to smile through
clenched teeth while praying for it to be over.  I was a little bit crazy
by the time Al left and I got back to the van.  Heather kept saying she was
all right but it sounded kind of hollow.  When the road passed near a small
stream where people would sometimes park and fish, I pulled over and asked
her exactly what happened.

   "Kyle?  Do you remember that movie we watched a couple nights ago?  The
western?"

   "Yeah, What about it?"

   "There was that one spot where a guy was talking about the saloon girl.
Remember what he called her?"

   "A soiled dove?"

   "That's exactly what I feel like right now.  What's even stranger is
that I...  uh...  I kind of like it."

   "Really?"

   "It's not something I want to run and tell all my friends about.  I'd
just die if mom and dad found out.  I wouldn't even tell my big brother if
the horny perv wasn't doing me any time he could get me alone.  So, do you
want to hear all the details of how your little sister got soiled? 
Seriously, I need to talk about it, I'm just not sure I want to."

   "Maybe I know the feeling, or at least the mirror image of it.  I helped
set it up.  I want to know what happened.  At the same time I'm not sure I
want to hear what it was like for you.  All I'm certain about is that not
knowing isn't any good either."

   "OK.  It wasn't anything like what I expected.  I mean it was, but it
wasn't.  Like, half way back to the van the whole thing sort of hit me. 
I'm not putting him down but he's just a generic guy.  I could pass him or
somebody like him on the street any day and never give them a second look.
How could I possibly take off my clothes and let him fuck me?  After taking
it this far, how could I back out?  When it sank in that I was really going
to do it I almost fainted.  The idea of getting undressed in front of him,
or maybe even letting him undress me was more than I could deal with.  I
got in the back and had my clothes off before you finished explaining the
deal."

   "So, I'm laying on the packing quilts, staring up at the inside of the
roof, trying to resist the urge to cover up.  It took a while to work up
the nerve to spread my legs.  Maybe it's all the splits I've done cheering,
but it didn't feel like I was more than half way there before my feet were
hitting the sides of the van.  I had to bend my knees to spread wide open.
I must have bumped the rear view mirror getting in.  Some motion caught my
eye but I didn't understand at first it was my reflection.  It couldn't be
*ME* looking that sleazy.  I started to imagine his expression when he got
in and saw *that* and almost got dressed again.  My teeshirt was in my
hands but instead of putting it on, I tied it around my head as a
blindfold."

   "It seemed like forever before he got in the van.  I was beginning to
think he didn't go for the deal.  What then?  Would you call somebody else?
Would you offer me to a passing stranger?  With a blindfold on how would I
know?  If I was there alone I'd have been scared out of my mind.  With you
watching out for me it wasn't that bad.  Roller coaster scary, not
footsteps behind you in a bad neighborhood scary.  I was actually starting
to get a little wet when suddenly he was there, and on me, and doing it. 
The first time was so quick I hardly got going before it ended.  I wasn't
even sure he'd used a condom until I peeled it off to lick the sperm off
his dick.  I was laying there naked and he unzipped, whipped it out, and
went to town.  With no idea where he was going to stick it next, I tried to
get him off with my mouth.  I must have got him pretty close because when
he turned me around and started doing me dog style he came right away. 
Then he was gone, and I got dressed, and you came back, and we drove here.

   "Now it's like Oh...My...God, if anyone finds out about this I'll just
die.  At the same time having *you* know about it is kind of exciting. 
Everybody thinks I'm still innocent little virgin Heather, except for my
brother, who's helping me pretend I'm a whore when he isn't doing me
himself.  Speaking of which, it's after lunch and you know I have a short
course load this semester.  I can handle being "soiled" a little more if
you'd like to do that to me, then we better get home."

   She meant it too.  In a couple of minutes she was on her back dressed
just the way she'd been for Al and I was wearing less.  She didn't discover
it until I finished and she reached down to peel off the condom I wasn't
wearing.

   "Kyle?...  I'm not on the pill."

   "I know, but seeing you spread like that was too much.  I had to have
you bareback, to fill you with my sperm, to make you *my* soiled dove"

   "I think I understand.  I trust you completely and want to be totally
open to you.  If that means unprotected sex, I...  I'll do it.  My god, I
must be as big a pervert as you.  I'm more upset you caught me by surprise
than I'm worried you knocked me up.  The next time you want me that way,
tell me first.  Better yet, save your condoms for when you put it in my
ass. I would like for you to do me one favor.  Drop me a couple of blocks
from the house, then go home and get out a camera.  I want a shot of me
coming home with an innocent smile on my face and my big brothers spunk
seeping out of my muffin for my scrapbook."

   Well, we haven't hit the jackpot yet but the possibility makes us both
horny as hell.  We've even expanded our games to include Stacie, who's a
year older than Heather, making her live up to her status as middle child.
That's a whole different story.
   The End 
