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   Stacie (MF, inc, preg) By Lizard69



   I didn't think twice about the strange car in the driveway when I got
home.  It was plainly too old and tired to belong to any of our parents
friends.  With high school graduation only a couple days away I just
assumed it was one of Heathers classmates.  Inside I found her sitting on
the couch chatting with a mousy looking little brunette.  Then this blond
blind sided me with a big hug and a hot wet lip lock, and it still never
entered my mind that college classes ended a couple days before the high
schools.  The Stacie I remembered from last fall was much too reserved to
do something like that!  The way they all laughed when she turned me loose
it was a classic "gotcha" but I have to admit I didn't really mind being
the target of this one.

   "Hey big brother!  I want you to meet my roomie Wilhelmina, Willow to
her friends, Willie when she's feeling butch.  Willow, this is my brother
Kyle.  Don't let his looks fool you.  Even when he was an active jock he
didn't try to let his muscles do his thinking for him.  Do you want to ask
him or should I?"

   Willow was actually kind of cute when I looked a little closer.  The
sort of not quite hottie you sometimes see hanging on the fringes of the in
crowd.  Surround her with cheerleaders and she'd look plain.  By herself
she was interesting.  More so as her cheeks began to color and I wondered
what exactly she wanted to ask me.

   Stacie continued.  "Her parents own a summer cottage with it's own small
private lake not too far from here.  Normally they hire a cleaning service
to open it up and get it ready for use.  This year we talked them into
letting us use it for the next two weeks in exchange for bringing it out of
winterized condition.  You're welcome to share it with us if you're willing
to tackle the jobs that take a little more muscle, stuff like uncovering
windows, or cutting up a fallen tree.  We'll do all the light cleanup but
can't do heavy lifting.  Can you get a couple weeks off on short notice?"

   "Actually, I sort of beat you to the punch on that one.  Things are slow
at work and some of us agreed to take a voluntary lay off for a couple of
weeks.  The unemployment checks will cover my bills but don't leave
anything resembling an entertainment budget.  As long as you don't expect
me to spend two weeks doing ten years of neglected upkeep I'm in."

   Willow spoke up.  "Don't worry about that.  My folks aren't rich, and
they save a buck where they can, but anything more than basic clean up
they're willing to pay for at the going rate.  If you weren't coming with
us I'd be hiring a local contractor for anything we couldn't handle.  I can
pay you, or yell for help on any job you'd rather not get into."

   So that's how I ended up spending two weeks at a secluded cottage with
three teenage girls.  There was a fallen tree to cut up.  Willow told me
the winter storms usually brought down at least one.  It took off a few
shingles and would have broken windows if they hadn't been boarded up. 
With an unmarked turnoff and no close neighbors, they'd never had any
trouble with vandals.  The people who knew the place was here didn't do
that stuff and the people who would had no idea there was a cottage here. A
fireplace and electric heaters took care of chilly nights but only the
bedroom had air conditioning.  It was pointless to turn it on anyway while
we were airing things out.  I'd ditched my shirt by the time I had the
windows uncovered.  Thank God I finished with the chainsaw before I noticed
the girls had done the same.  They were running around in shorts over swim
suits.  Distracting enough that I might have cut the wrong wood if I'd
noticed earlier.  It was going to take a couple of days to do the job right
but we had the place reasonably habitable by late afternoon.  I got the
grill started while the girls ran for the water, dropping their shorts on
the way.

   Stacie's white bikini top had left very little to the imagination.  The
matching thong invited my imagination to open new territory.  Willow was in
a one piece that might actually have been intended for swimming.  Heather
was in a two piece that split the difference.  I was trying to think of
some way to get Heather alone when she and Willow got out to take over the
grilling while I hit the water.  A running dive off the pier carried me out
a little further than I expected.  The water was still shallow enough to
touch bottom but Stacie was looking for me to pop up closer to shore.  Did
you ever meet a girl whose body wasn't that hot but had a face so pretty it
made up for anything else?  Stacie has a 34 C chest that would be too much
of a good thing if she didn't have a firm round ass to match.  She was
wearing a thong bikini that covered just enough to make you wish you could
see it all, and her face is so pretty it didn't bother me she was neck deep
in the lake.  I covered her eyes from behind.

   "Guess who."

   "Jason?"

   "Nope."

   "Freddie Krueger?"

   "Warmer."

   "Then it must be the pervert raping my little sister."

   "Wwwhat?"

   "Hey, Kyle, breathe dammit, you're too young to have a heart attack! 
Besides, I was only joking about rape.  Heather is an adult and even if she
wasn't nobody twisted her arm.  I'm amazed that it took you so long to
figure out she had a blazing case of the hots for you.  I caught on about
six months after she decided boys were interesting.  At least I know you
weren't eavesdropping on any of our girl talk.  Every guy she drooled over
got compared to you."

   "She...  She told you?"

   "Of course silly, Heather and I don't have secrets from each other.  Too
bad you're so good at hiding what a perv you are.  If I'd known I'd have
jumped you years ago.  Instead you got my best ice queen imitation.  Make
that second best.  Once I caught on to how much you enjoyed a good leg show
I couldn't resist teasing a little.  Still, I tried to keep it so low key
you couldn't be sure it was deliberate."

   "Here I thought you were so quiet and reserved."

   "I am, when I'm dealing with strangers and so called decent people. 
When I'm with people I can trust completely I'm not shy about letting them
know what I like.  People I trust that much make a very short list.  You're
on it now.  So is Heather and my roomie.  There's a couple of others.  If
you ever meet them I'll let you know.  Until then, don't ask.  It looks
like the burgers are done.  Let's eat."

   "Uh, go ahead.  I'll be with you in a little while."

   That pretty face split in a smile so wide her nose sort of bunched up.
"Got a woody, huh?  Bring it on up to the deck before the food gets cold.
Willie might blush a little but she won't get upset.  My roomie is a lug."

   "What's a lug?"

   "Why don't you ask her?"

   We'd pretty much finished eating by the time I worked up the nerve. 
Willow blushed while Heather and Stacie traded evil little sister type
smirks.  Eventually she saw we weren't going to let her off the hook and
she explained.

   "I'm not that smart, but I busted my butt in high school and managed to
get into college on a full academic scholarship.  My folks send me rent and
grocery money but tuition and books are covered as long as I keep my GPA up
high enough.  Like I said, I'm not that smart.  Keeping my grades up takes
so much studying there isn't time for parties or dating.  Well...  I... 
Uh..."

   Stacie picked it up.  "About the fourth time I walked in on her while
she was jilling off, I figured she was either doing it constantly or she
liked getting caught.  She was so far along she couldn't stop so I started
making out with her while she finished.  It's the least I could do.  The
poor girl was going off the deep end pretending to be asleep a couple times
a week while some guy was doing me.  She'd much rather be with a guy but
until she has her degree nailed down tight it's me or DIY.  She's a lesbian
until graduation, a lug."

   "So you're saying that in our family the middle child swings both ways?"

   "I guess you could say so.  If I have to go looking for it I want a man.
If I'm choosing between two nice people and one of them isn't male, I'll
still end up with the guy.  If it's a choice between playing with a nice
girl or a guy who's a jerk, well, he won't be missed much."

   I was half expecting her to turn the conversation towards me and
Heather. Instead she wanted to catch up on all the stuff that happened
while she was away at school.  Maybe she's a little psychic or maybe she's
just better at reading me than I am her.  Whatever, she pulled me aside
when the other girls started cleaning up.

   "Kyle?  I trust Willie completely.  You can tell her anything you know
about me and I won't get upset, or not too upset.  Everyone has a few
embarrassing moments you don't want to share with even your best friend. 
What I'm trying to say is I can't trust her *for* you, or you for her.  You
have to get to know each other and make up your own minds.  I can tell you
a couple of things without abusing her trust.  She won't freak out at the
idea of a girl getting it from her brother.  Also, by the time morning gets
here, being stuck on the couch while us girls hog the bed won't seem like
such a bad deal."

   The couch was one of those fold out beds.  It wasn't too bad but there
is only so much you can do with a mattress you have to fold.  I continued
to play the gentleman and let the girls have first crack at the shower,
then fell asleep while waiting for the hot water heater to catch up.  Fresh
air and exercise trumped horniness and curiosity.  Some time later I was
dreaming about receiving a truly world class blow job.  The girl was taking
her time, working her way up and down my cock, using her lips and tongue to
hit all the sweet spots.  The mouth moved away and I half woke up, reaching
for my cock to finish what the dream had started.  Only another set of
hands was already there.  My shorts had been pulled half way down my thighs
and now a condom was being rolled down my hard wet cock.  By the time I was
fully awake she'd straddled my hips facing my feet and guided the tip of my
cock to her tight slippery ass hole.  She was wearing a loose flannel shirt
and facing away from me but there was enough moonlight through the windows
to be certain it wasn't Stacie or Heather.  It had to be Willow, or maybe
Willie if her idea of, "feeling butch", included anal sex while dressed in
nothing but a mans flannel shirt.

   She moaned softly as the head of my cock slipped inside.  I heard her
breathing quicken as I lightly ran my hands up the outside of her thighs
until they were almost encircling her slender waist.  Her free hand was
moving rapidly at her muff and every so often her hips would jerk and she'd
give a sharp gasp as she sank a little deeper onto my cock.  By the time I
was in her to the hilt she'd had a whole series of mini orgasms.  Willie
sank back against me and I wrapped my arms around her as we rolled over
onto our sides while I kept my cock buried in her ass.  Only when I started
to make slow gentle strokes did she finally speak.

   "Please...  Don't...  I, I'm not a tease.  Well, maybe I am but not the
kind that will leave you hanging.  You'll get to do me, but I want to make
it last.  You have no idea how much I missed this, having a man hold me,
feeling his cock filling my ass.  Can you pull the blanket over us without
pulling out?  I'm cold, but I don't want to give up this feeling even for a
minute."

   It took some time but we managed to get the blanket we were on pulled
over us.  Laying there motionless I started to lose my hardon.  Willie had
other plans.  She wiggled her cute little butt and offered to tell me a
bedtime story.

   "Mom's the older kid in her family and had me while she was still in
college.  Her younger brother, my uncle Billy, is only about ten years
older than me.  He works construction, high steel, one of the guys you see
walking the girders when they put up a new high rise.  He lives in a travel
trailer and when one building tops out he hooks up and heads for the next
job.  My mom is the only family he has so if he's passing anywhere close
he'll stop for a visit.  The year I turned fifteen he showed up just before
spring break on his way to Orlando.  All my friends were leaving town going
somewhere exciting and I was really depressed to be trapped at home with my
folks.  Having a teenager moping around the house must not have been any
thrill for them either.  When Billy offered me a ride to Disney World and a
plane ticket home they were almost as quick to leap on the idea as I was.

   The first night he parked the trailer on some little back road turn out
in the middle of nowhere.  He offered me the bed while he slept on the
couch and I took him up on it.  Around three in the morning I woke up and
started having a panic attack.  I wasn't alone in the bed.  He was behind
me, with an arm around my waist, pulling me into a spoon hug.  At first I
just froze.  Then I gradually realized that he was sound asleep.  He must
have half woke up out on the couch and got into bed.  I was in panties and
a tee shirt and he was in boxers.  Besides it's not like he was consciously
trying to do anything so after a while I started to relax a little.  That's
when I noticed something pressing against my butt.  At fifteen I wasn't
totally innocent.  I'd given a boy a hand job and even done a little oral,
some kissing and licking, then finished him by hand.  Uncle Billy was in
boxers, but he wasn't completely *in* his boxers.  Nothing but my panties
separated my naked ass from my uncles cock and while he might be asleep his
cock seemed to be fully aware of the situation.

   I don't know what a nice girl would have done.  I started getting wet.
Billy is my uncle but he's also a total hunk.  The more I thought about it
the hornier I got, until I slipped a finger in the leg hole of my panties
and began diddling my clit.  After a while I tugged at my pants until his
cock was resting against a bare butt cheek while I humped my hand.  Just as
I went over the edge his arm tightened around me and he began thrusting
against me, dry humping my ass.  In only a few strokes his cock was
spurting hot dick juice on my ass and back.  He kind of went limp and his
breathing gradually slowed down.

   I had no idea what to say or do next.  It didn't matter.  Almost as soon
as he finished he'd fallen asleep!  The next morning he was already fixing
breakfast when I woke up.  I hardly had time to shower and throw on shorts
and a halter, before he handed me a breakfast burrito and told me to climb
into the pickup so we could roll.  At first I thought he was going to
pretend nothing had happened and I didn't know whether to be disappointed
or relieved.  Once we were back on the main road though, he started to talk
while I studied the passing scenery.  It was pretty much like I thought.  A
couple times a week he'd nod off in front of the tube until bladder
pressure woke him up enough to drain out and drop into bed.  It didn't ring
any mental alarm bells that somebody was already there because he usually
hooked up with a short term girlfriend at each new job.  The night before,
even when he popped his load he really wasn't awake enough to be making
important decisions.

   Now it was ladies choice.  If I wanted to tell the cops he'd stop at the
next town and turn himself in.  I could keep going to Orlando or he'd buy
me a ticket home from any place I wanted to get out.  The only promise he
couldn't make is that it wouldn't happen again.  He'd never thought of me
as anything more than his sisters kid before, but any girl who could cum
like I did last night was plenty of woman for him.  He didn't need or want
a soul mate, just a fuck buddy, and for that kind of casual sex it didn't
matter to him that we were related.  He pointed to a sign saying there was
an airport five miles ahead, and when he lowered his hand he placed it on
my thigh instead of the steering wheel.  I sat there staring out the window
until we were miles past the exit before I could think of anything to say,
and then it was only asking him to make sure I didn't get pregnant.

   I didn't need to worry about that.  In the six days I was with him I got
real good at oral and learned to love anal sex.  When I told Heather she
giggled and said I should tell you I'm still one third virgin.  Whatever.
We did a lot of stuff but what I liked the most was what we're doing right
now.  Billy would hold me like this, a spoon hug with his cock in my ass,
and play with me while letting me set the pace.  He'd nibble my ear or
nuzzle my neck while his hands were all over me and I'd slowly rock my
hips, fucking him with my ass.  Whenever he got so turned on he started
thrusting I'd stop, and let him cool down some.  A couple of times he got
so hot he completely lost control.  That was scary but never lasted more
than a few strokes.  I pretended to get really mad and told him that if he
couldn't stop whenever I wanted, I'd do whatever it took to make sure he
didn't start.

   So how about you?  Do you want to get your cock into my tight little ass
bad enough to let me decide when you get to cum?  I'll go easy on you this
time.  You didn't know what you were getting into.  Besides, it's been way
too long for me.  Tonight Stacie can settle for pussy while I have a nice
hard cock to play with."

   Well, if she was trying to tease me along and stretch the moment,
telling me Heather and Stacie were going at it in the bedroom was sort of
counter productive.  The mental image of my little sisters doing each other
hardly had a chance to form before I was busting a nut in Willows hot ass.
I tried to get her interested in a second round but she wasn't having any.
Once was enough to take the edge off and I didn't have any trouble getting
back to sleep.  The next morning I wondered if maybe I'd slept a little too
well.  The girls had done considerable plotting over bacon and eggs while I
was still snoring.  They'd decided the theme for this vacation was going to
be, have as much sex as you can while leaving him wanting more.  Hey, I'm
not complaining.  As a vacation theme it beats the snot out of anything
Disney ever tried.

   Willow and Heather continued the spring cleaning while Stacie came out
to help me.  Baggy shorts and a sports bra were more practical for stacking
wood but I told her I missed the thong bikini.  "Be patient Kyle.  When the
sun's up a little higher and it's too hot to work you'll be slathering me
with suntan lotion and letting us girls return the favor.  Want to hear a
good one?  Willow doesn't want any tan lines and she asked us if you'd have
a problem with her not wearing a suit."

   "Really?"

   "Yeah, really.  She was worried you might get a little flustered if you
popped a woody in front of your sisters.  The poor girl is an only child.
We had to explain that you can't grow up with a boy in the house and not
see an occasional bulge.  You aren't a jerk so we didn't tease you about it
but if it didn't happen we'd have thought you were queer."

   "Gee, thanks!"

   "There's something else you should know.  Promise not to get angry? 
Please?"

   "Stacie, I can't promise not to *get* angry.  The best I can do is
promise not to pitch a fit, and I'll only promise that if you quit dancing
around and get to the point."

   "Heather told Willow."

   "Told her what?"

   "Everything, starting from how she had the hots for you since she was
little.  She told us about giving you her cherry, all of them.  She even
told about doing her first girl, me, last night.  Would you believe one of
the girls on the cheer squad has been hitting on her for years?  I already
knew most of it but one thing kind of surprised me.  Is it true you had her
bareback?"

   "Uh, yeah."

   "Wide open, no protection, fill me full of dick juice and knock my silly
ass up sex?"

   "Only once so far, but unless something stops us it's going to happen
again."

   "My God, that is SO hot!"

   "Yeah, we thought so too.  Look, I know I can't marry her.  The thought
of some little mutant retard running to welcome his uncle daddy home from
work is just too Ozarks for me.  When she catches though, I'd like for her
to carry it long enough to show.  The thought of filling her muff from
behind, one hand playing with her swelling tits while the other is on the
beginning of a baby bump, gets me so hot I damn near cum in my pants!"

   "Poor Willow."

   "Huh?"

   "With me and Heather competing for every cum shot, all that's left for
her is being a prick tease and munching cream pie.  I don't think she'll
mind."

   "What do you mean competing?"

   "Maybe it's biological.  Maybe it's hereditary.  It sure seems to run in
our family.  Maybe we're just kinky.  Whatever, the thought of you knocking
me up gets me so hot Heather is going to have to share.  Willow can play
any kinky games she can talk you into but if she starts wasting baby juice,
she'll have a couple of pissed off sisters to deal with."

   "Keep talking like that and you'll find out what happens when your
brother drags you behind the wood pile!"

   "Kyle, I'll go anywhere you like, but wouldn't the sun bathing mat up on
the deck be a lot more comfortable?"

   "Uh, what if Heather and Willow come out?"

   "I swear, I'll *NEVER* understand men.  Heather has already told us
you've fucked everything but her reputation and you can have that too if
you want it.  She's got such a total crush on you, she'd peel off her cheer
uni and let you do her in front of the crowd at half time on game day. 
Willow told us you make a really good foster uncle in enough detail that we
know what sort of uncle she's got.  They've both had me and they both know
who's next on my wish list.  Don't you think it's a little late to be shy?
It's getting too hot to work.  I'm going to catch some rays.  Suit
yourself."

   Stacie turned and walked away, not in any big hurry.  She even paused
long enough to take off her shorts.  I still didn't get to admire her
thong. That's OK.  A lacy pair of boy shorts is more like gift wrapping
than something to impede the view.  By the time she was on the deck, I was
close enough to catch as she tossed them over her shoulder without looking
back.  She was down on the mat, stretching like a cat getting ready for
some serious play time while I shucked my shorts and tee.  I was more than
ready to go when she wrapped her arms around my neck.  Then, instead of
spreading her lovely legs, she crossed them tightly.  Yeah, from the way
she giggled at my expression, it's safe to say she reads me a lot better
than I do her.

   "Relax bro.  To steal a line from Willie, I'm not that kind of tease. 
I've been willing to let you have me, any time you worked up the nerve to
ask, for years.  You're not going to knock me up though until I'm sure
we're on the same page.  The gene pool isn't as polluted as you'd think
sometimes just from looking around you.  The odds are in my favor to have a
perfectly healthy baby.  Besides, there are some pretty reliable tests to
catch most of the gruesome problems early enough to try again.  You know my
major.  I'll need some help doing college with a new baby.  Once I have my
degree I won't need Joe Lunch Box to support me and a kid.  You won't have
to do the husband and father thing.  Also, I'm giving you fair warning
right now.  If I have a little girl, as soon as she's old enough that I'm
certain she can keep a secret, I'm going to tell her it's open season on
"uncle daddies".  It'll be up to her if she wants to take advantage of the
situation.  I'd rather have her bedding her uncle, than experimenting with
some horny young snot who'll push her into things before she's ready. 
Unless that's too Ozarks for you?"

   "Ouch!  Am I bleeding?  OK, It's a deal.  If you quit pimping our unborn
child long enough to let me knock you up, I won't try to tell you how to
raise your kid."

   Stacie looked incredibly hot in a thong bikini.  This was better.  She
hadn't gone full Brazilian but did trim it back to a short, neat, patch her
thong would hide.  If her glistening slit didn't show me how ready she was,
a pair of nipples so erect they looked like pale pink strawberries might
have given me a clue.  I kept my weight on my elbows, letting those points
brush delightfully against my chest as she deep kissed me.  I was so turned
on I nearly came when her fingers wrapped around my tool and guided the tip
into her hot wet slit.  She broke the kiss and pulled my head down until
her lovely lips were next to my ear.

   "Don't be gentle Kyle.  I'm not some silly little girl.  I'm a woman. 
Make me *your* woman.  Drive your cock into me.  Fill me with your cum. 
Start a baby growing inside me.  I can take everything you have to give. 
Don't hold back."

   Did I mention I was already hair trigger by this point?  I was
heartbeats away from popping my load when Heather and Willow came out on
the deck.  They each had a cold drink and settled in at the table nearby. I
don't know how to explain it.  I'd already done both of them but somehow
doing Stacie in front of them was totally awkward.  If they'd peeled down
and joined us on the mat it would have been different.  They still looked
cute sitting there in shorts and halters but they were spectators and I'd
never done anything in front of an audience.  At least not that I knew
about at that time, my sisters filled me in later on a couple of incidents
that would have been really embarrassing if I'd known about them when they
happened.  I didn't stop.  My God, at that point I couldn't have stopped if
somebody held a gun to my head.  What it did was put just enough of a chill
on things that I couldn't cum.

   Can you say frustrating as hell?  By the time Stacie had cum twice and
was heading for three I was running out of steam.  I quit trying to ignore
them and glanced towards the table hoping they would take a hint.  I guess
they already had, but not quite what I had in mind.  Each of them had a
hand down the front of her shorts, jilling off while they watched us. 
Heather shot me a wicked grin then pulled her top up and shorts down until
she was naked from her armpits to mid thigh.  I thought Willow was going to
do the same but instead she reached out with her free hand to play with
Heather's tits.  My youngest sister threw her head back and started jerking
her hips as she came and that was finally enough to push me over the edge.
Stacie gave me a final hug and whispered in my ear.

   "Thank you Kyle.  Even if we have to do it a lot more before I catch
I'll always remember this as the day you knocked me up."

   After we had a chance to catch our breath I thanked Heather for the
show, and she told me it was about time she returned the favor.

   "You must have been fourteen Kyle.  I was in your room returning a skin
mag you kept hidden under your mattress.  Stacie and I got a giggle out of
sneaking a peek at your porn now and then.  Anyway, you were back early
from a date and came blasting through the house so quick I didn't have time
to get out.  I knew you'd get upset if you caught me poking around in your
room, so I hid in the closet.

   I didn't *want* to spy on you.  If I knew what you were going to do I
would have ducked out early, even if it meant getting you mad at me.  By
the time I understood what was happening you were on the bed with your
shirt open and your pants off.  There is no way I was going to come out
after you started stroking yourself.  I don't remember who you were dating
then but she must have had you pretty frustrated.  Almost immediately you
were arching off the mattress, squirting dick juice half way to the ceiling
before it splashed back on your belly and chest.  I got away when you
grabbed your robe and went to take a shower.  I've lost count of how many
times I've played with myself while thinking about that day."

   I had a hard time helping Heather get lunch started.  We could see the
sunbathing mat from the kitchen window.  Until Stacie and Willow got done
covering each other with lotion I really couldn't pay much attention to
anything else.  I wasn't quite drooling and Heather wasn't quite smirking
but I guess we were both pretty close.

   "So, big brother, what exactly is the big attraction?  Why are so many
guys hot to watch a couple of girls go at it?  From what I've heard the
only porn films that don't have a girl on girl scene are for gay men."

   "Well sis, turn it around.  What would be hotter for you, watching a hot
guy have sex with some other woman, or watching two hot guys do each
other?"

   She thought about it for a minute then noticed me watching her think
about it and started to blush.

   "OK, you got me.  I just never thought of it that way.  I guess for me
sex isn't a spectator sport."

   "Oh?  You seemed to be doing all right a little while ago."

   "That's different.  Watching my brother knock up my sister is something
pretty special.  I mean really, even if I ordered some kinky incest video
it wouldn't be the people I love providing the action.  What surprised me
even more was how hot I got doing myself right there in front of everybody.
Look, nobody goes out for cheer squad unless they're a little bit of an
exhibitionist.  Having an orgasm though has always been a very private
moment for me."

   "Speaking of cheer squads and orgasms, what's this I hear about one of
the other girls hitting on you?  Which one?"

   At first her only reply was a mischievous grin but after a minute it
morphed into something delightfully evil.

   "I'll make you a deal.  You have to run me into town tomorrow to finish
up the last of my classes.  Graduation itself isn't until the weekend. 
I'll tell her she can come out here for a sleep over and we'll see where it
goes from there."

   "Hmmm, tempting, very tempting, but we already have one outsider here.
Besides, if I'm going to watch you or Stacie with another girl I can't
think of anything hotter than watching the two of you together.  I was just
curious which girl on the cheer squad had the good taste to be after your
ass and if you'd still turn her down now that you know what it's like."

   "I'd say I'm like Stacie that way.  Girls are OK.  I'd rather be with a
nice girl than some clod who just happens to have a penis.  Choosing
between two nice people I'd end up with the guy.  Right now I'd rather let
my horny pervert brother have his way with me, than climb into bed with
some guy I don't love.  Someday I'll meet the love of my life and I'll be
his exclusively, unless he's open minded enough to share."

   "Share?!"

   "I can't imagine getting married to somebody I don't trust enough to
tell about us.  If he doesn't want to know about my kinky past I certainly
won't brag, but I won't keep secrets if he wants me to tell him bedtime
stories.  If simply knowing that you've had me is a turn on for him, he
might let me keep my first crush, as long as he's secure about being number
one in my life.  Either way it will be a while.  We have more immediate
sharing troubles."

   "You mean Willow?"

   "Uh huh.  I suspect she was hoping to check out some of the local talent
with Stacie helping her deal with anything she couldn't handle.  She really
leaped on the idea of bringing you out here.  Any normal person would have
assumed that since we're your sisters Willow would be the girl most likely
to..."

   "I see where you're going.  We get out here and I'm having a three way
orgy with the two of you while she sits on the sidelines and drools."

   "Well, maybe not that bad Kyle.  She has been able to sit on more than
the, uh, sidelines.  What I was thinking is that she needs to get some
special attention so she doesn't start to feel left out.  I talked it over
with Stacie.  Maybe you noticed that Willow isn't exactly aggressive when
it comes to sex.  She enjoys it as much as any of us but for her to get as
much as she wants somebody else has to drive.  Stacie will bring it up
after lunch.  Play along and try not to be shocked, ok?"

   The sunbathers had grabbed wraps when they came in to eat but hadn't
bothered to get dressed.  By the time lunch was finished I was really
curious about what the girls had planned.  Then the phone rang and Willow
picked up.  We watched her go pale and everything else got put on hold.  It
turned out that her dad was in the hospital having suffered a stroke.  They
didn't think it was too serious but decided it would be a good idea for her
to meet her mom at the hospital.  Stacie grabbed her car keys and gave
Willow a lift into town while Heather and I cleaned up the lunch dishes.

   "Well big brother, it's going to be at least and hour and a half until
Stacie gets back and I don't know when I'll have you all to myself again.
Is there anything special you'd like to try while we've got some quality
time?"

   "Not really, except that I've never had the opportunity to spend as much
time as I wanted on you.  Every time we've done it at least a little part
of my mind was worrying about somebody tripping over us."

   "Yeah, me too.  A little of that can be exciting but if it's every time
it gets old.  We don't have to worry about that today.  Take your time.  It
isn't going to bother me if Stacie comes back before we finish."

   "Really?"

   "Really.  She can wait her turn, or join in.  Either way it isn't like
we're getting caught.  Or maybe it is and I'm just kinky enough that
getting caught in the act by Stacie is more exciting than upsetting.

   There is something you can do for me if you feel like it.  Cleaning this
place up is harder work than I'm used to.  Remember that massage you gave
me the first time?"

   "Like...  Do you honestly believe I'll ever forget it?"

   "OK, it was a silly question.  By the way, thanks for finding a way to
get me bare and handle every inch of me without asking me to do anything
too awkward.  I'd love for you to do it again, only this time you can scrub
my back in the shower and we can skip the towel.  Want to hear a secret?"

   "Sure."

   "Back when I first started to fantasize about you I didn't know anything
about sex.  I tried to imagine what it would be like to have you holding
me, kissing me, while I was bare all over."

   "Cripes, how long have you had a crush on me?"

   "Kyle, I've had a crush on you forever.  I didn't actually start
thinking about sex with you until I was ten.  Mom and I were at a garage
sale a friend of hers was having.  The handicrafts they were selling looked
really neat.  Her husband offered to show me his shop.  He didn't actually
grope me.  Maybe it wasn't even intentional.  After all, the door was open
and the women were just outside.  His shop was tiny and crowded with stuff
and while he was showing me around he managed to brush against me in a way
that felt really creepy.  Later, I was trying to decide if I should talk to
mom about it when you came into the kitchen as I was getting something out
of the refrigerator.  You didn't manage to brush against me in exactly the
same way but it was pretty close.  I'm not sure I can explain this.  I knew
you weren't doing it deliberately.  It still felt sort of creepy but it was
different with you.  I started to wonder what it would be like if it *was*
deliberate."

   "And?"

   "Well, from that point on, any time I found out a little more about what
men and women do together I've tried to imagine doing it with you.  It's
kind of funny but the biggest thrill for me is still getting bare for you,
knowing you can have me any way you please."

   Well, if that was the case, the shower we took together must have been a
special treat.  It certainly was for me.  Few things in life are more fun
than soap cuddling a double armful of horny teenage girl.  Taking time to
spread an opened sleeping bag in front of the fireplace gave us a chance to
cool things down a touch.  It was still early in the summer and a fire felt
good after the sun went down.  It was also bright enough I could kill the
house lights and still see what I was doing.

   Heather was getting all my attention but she must have been watching for
Stacie to return.  I was still working my way down her back when she rolled
on her side, lifted her leg, and had me enter her from the rear.  It
couldn't have been coincidence that Stacie walked through the door Heather
was facing only minutes later.  It wasn't as good as the "gotcha", she
pulled on me before I knew she was out for the summer, but the look on her
face was still something to see.

   Stacie recovered quickly though.  She started pretending to be
disapproving and offended while her smile got wider and wider until her
nose started bunching up in a way that had always driven me slightly nuts.
It didn't help that all through this she was doing a slow strip.

   "So Kyle, are you still eager to watch some evil butch lezzing our
little sister?  How about you Heather?  Do you want Kyle to see the way you
giggle and squirm while I'm making you cum?  Want to bet all he can think
about is the way your pretty little pussy feels around his cock?  You not
only got to watch him knock me up.  You've had him all to yourself while I
was away at school.  You owe me sis and paybacks are a horny bitch!"

   I continued nibbling Heathers ear while I slowly fucked her from behind.
Stacie got down in front of her and began deep kissing her while her hands
roamed over any spots I was missing at the moment.  Heather tried hard to
return as good as she got but being in the center of a sibling sandwich
kind of overwhelmed her.  Stacie didn't need my help to keep Heather on the
edge of cumming so it was Stacie's lovely curves I explored as I approached
my own orgasm.  As I neared the point of no return Stacie shifted her
talented tongue to Heather's muff, splitting her attention between my shaft
and my littlest sisters eager clit.  I don't know if there was an egg
waiting for them.  If there was the little wigglers certainly didn't have
far to swim.  I swear I must have cum so hard they were three quarters of
the way there before they had to work at all.

   As we all caught our breath Heather kissed me again and told us it it
was the most wonderful experience imaginable.  Then quietly added something
that got me thinking.

   "Kyle, I'm not like Stacie.  I'm not ready to have a baby.  I don't know
if I'll ever be ready to have my own *brothers* baby.  So I guess it's a
little stupid letting you have me this way.  It's just that...  well...  I
spent all those years dreaming about being bare for you.  Wide open,
unprotected sex is like the ultimate expression of the way I feel.  There
isn't any way to get more bare, more open.  The thought that you might have
knocked me up just now is both scary, and exciting in a way I don't know
how to describe."

   We spent a few more days at the cabin then headed for home.  Things
pretty much returned to normal.  If you think having another willing girl
in the house meant me getting more sex, dream on!  I didn't have safe
opportunity to do Heather as often as we would have liked.  Adding Stacie
to the mix didn't create more safe chances.  If anything it made made me a
little more inclined to try something risky.  By the time three weeks had
passed I was ready to start squeezing tits when we passed in the hall and
the girls were ready to let me.  Once again somebody else's misfortune
worked in our favor.  A couple our parents knew had to cancel on a weekend
cruise and let them have their tickets at a discount.  From Friday through
most of Monday the girls and I would have the place to ourselves.

   My already high hopes for the weekend got an extra boost when I returned
from dropping off our folks.  Heather and Stacie were sitting on the couch
sipping drinks.  On the coffee table in front of them was a home pregnancy
test showing a positive result.  Every guy who has a kid sister knows the,
"evil kid sister smirk", that expression they get when they have something
you really desperately want and they know you'll practically write a blank
check to get it.  Needless to say I caught a double dose as soon as I asked
who caught.  Eventually they saw the expression on my face and took pity on
me.  Stacie was the first to quit laughing.

   "Don't worry Kyle, we'll tell, we're not that mean.  I'm going to make
you work for it though.  Heather has been telling me what a perv you are.
She's also been filling me in on all the not quite good enough guys she
dated before our horny brother got her cherry.  I know that first day at
the cabin I joked about you raping her.  Now that I know how many guys she
stopped cold, after giving them reason to believe she was ready to rock,
I'm amazed she didn't get date raped."

   Heather picked it up.  "I've told Stacie you're the one man on earth who
can't possibly rape me.  Don't look so smug.  It's not that I think you're
some kind of paragon of virtue.  Some things are just impossible.  You
can't steal a gift, and you can't rape a girl who refuses to withhold her
consent.

   Stacie doesn't believe that.  She tells me that if saying no won't stop
it, then it's still rape no matter how eager I am to say yes.  I'd like for
you to help me prove how silly that is."

   Heather got up and started to unbutton her blouse.  Grabbing one of the
throw pillows off the couch she moved out to kneel at one end of the coffee
table.  Letting her blouse slip to the floor she unfastened her jeans and
roughly shoved them and her panties down to her knees.  Pausing just long
enough to pull her bra up and spill her lovely tits, she used the pillow to
cushion the edge of the table, then bent over taking a firm grip on the far
set of legs.

   "OK Kyle, remember Stacie on the deck?  This is my turn.  Don't be
gentle.  By the time you finish I want to know I've been fucked by a real
man.  Only before you start, flip a coin and without looking at it, leave
it on the floor under the coffee table.  I'm not going to ask you to stop.
I want this as much as I've ever wanted anything.  But I want you to
promise me one thing.  *If* I change my mind and decide that I don't really
want to do this, *then* I want you to take a look at the coin on the floor.
If it's heads I want you to listen to me and stop if I ask you to.  If it's
tails I want you to promise me that you'll keep going until you cum, even
if I beg you to stop."

   It took a while for that to perk through the hormone drenched sponge I
use for a brain.  Maybe I'd have been thinking faster if I hadn't dropped
my own jeans and knelt behind her.  After a while I stopped dragging the
head of my dick up and down through her dripping slit long enough to ask
Stacie.  "Has she always had a mind this twisty?"

   "Uh huh, You wouldn't believe some of the discussions we've had about
sex and dating.  Don't ask me how she stayed a virgin so long."

   It wasn't quite like the day I had Stacie on the deck.  I wasn't as shy
anymore.  Heather still got a longer run than either of us would have
expected.  I can't honestly say that in all the times I've daydreamed about
getting her pants off I never thought of forcing her.  I can say that it's
never been a turn on.  The thought that what we were doing might be some
weird form of rape inhibited me almost as much as having an audience did on
that other occasion.  You don't need a stroke by stroke description of what
happened next.  I can't say if she got her "real man" wish but by the time
I finished Heather had a thorough understanding of "rode hard and put away
wet."

   She grabbed the coin before Stacie could see if it was heads or tails
leaving her frustrated in more ways than one.  Over the next couple of days
I did my best to make it up for her.  The pregnancy test?  It was Stacie's,
not that it matters.  Heather had an identical one sitting on the counter
in the bathroom.  
