Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Assassin
Part: Chapter 16 of 27
Summary: Ass, sass and sin.  A young assassin does more 
than befriend people when he tries to get close to his 
targets.
Keywords: mf, Mmf, oral, inc
Language: English
Copyright: 2009

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I had been given the job of getting close to one Adam 
Pringle - because he was a slippery bastard who was too 
nasty to live.  He was also a hard man to get access to 
but fortunately his twin children Mark and Kyra were far 
more approachable though I'd unwittingly made a couple of 
poor decisions while trying to build a good cover story.

Through my own carelessness and apparent good luck, my 
foster-sister Anna and two of the other players from her 
girls' soccer team all got together with me - at the same 
time - for some sweaty excitement.

Of course, my "duties" required that I not neglect Mark 
and Kyra and so I spent an exhausting afternoon with them 
at their father's ranch house where horses weren't the 
only thing ridden.

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Sunday - late afternoon.

Kyra slept on the way back - I would have loved to have 
joined her but Mark was just as tired and talking to him 
ensured we all did get back to their home safely.

I sat opposite to him in the back and Kyra lay across the 
seat with her head in my lap while I gently caressed her 
arm or side or hair.  There was no need for anything 
sexual; there was currently no "need" within us any more 
and if it returned there would still be time for whatever 
we deemed safe.

"Won't he ask who you were with?"

"I can always say Lydia."  Mark named the mare that had 
briefly been my steed.

"He won't recognise the name?"

"He doesn't bother with their names unless he's looking 
for them in a competition list.  Lydia was never that 
good.  No, he might remember Thunder but he probably 
could only name Wintergreen - that's Michelle's horse.

"And what about me then?  How is he going to take Kyra 
and I having sex?"

"I wouldn't tell him myself."

"I hadn't planned to but I expect it would be obvious."

"So long as it's not obvious that *I* did!  God!  I can't 
believe it.  I think he'd kill me."

"Worse than if he found out about us?"

"Oh then he'd probably only have me beaten to a pulp.  
You'd be the one he killed then, though you'd probably be 
killed for knowing I'd fucked Kyra!  I can't believe I 
can even *SAY* that!"

I assumed he was referring to Kyra and not my demise.

"So we don't tell him.  You should really think about 
getting a girlfriend though considering the situation.  
There must be someone who doesn't make your stomach 
churn."

"Yeah - Kyra, but I don't think that's a workable 
solution."

"I guess the first thing is to find someone you don't 
mind being around.  There are a few like that - I've seen 
you socialising."

"Talking to them is easy enough but I don't have to get 
involved with them."

"And then there's the guys you wouldn't mind being 
involved with but you're stuck talking to them."

"Why does life have to be so bloody unfair!?"

"I can't say.  I think it stinks at times and I've got 
the best of both worlds.  At least I have at the moment.  
I can hug your manly body and snuggle into Kyra's 
softness.  That doesn't worry you, does it?"

"Well it's not exactly how I'd have planned it but I'm 
better off than I've ever been before."

"So you need to see what we can do to make things safer.  
How about a younger girl?  I know they rabbit on 
sometimes but you're going to be under her parents' 
watchful eyes and that can keep you out of more mischief 
- plus you can find you don't have anything in common 
before things get hot."

"I'd have to kiss her though.  I really don't like that 
idea."

"There aren't guys you don't want to kiss?"

"Of course there are - but *THEY* don't expect me to kiss 
them."

"Get a cold sore."

"You're not being helpful!"

"No, scratch your lip so you have a scab.  *CALL* it 
herpes."

What was I doing!?  By the time Mark had a girl in a 
position where it mattered how he behaved his father 
would no longer be an issue.  Still it fitted the persona 
I had employed and gave us something to discuss on the 
trip back to their house.

"Julia's not bad I guess."

Julia, I thought.  Julia?  Ah! Yes.  Not actually in any 
of my classes but I remembered someone talking about her.  
On the ordinary side but still acceptable; more to the 
point, on the flatter side.  You could see she was a girl 
and I think she would be interesting to bed since she was 
intelligent enough to come up with her own little twists.

On the down side, she didn't have anyone interested in 
her that I'd heard about and might fall heavily once 
someone did show they fancied her.  Of course I could 
have been totally off target and Julia might have been 
quite content with her lot, even asexual by choice.  
Looking at my initial ideas about how Rosalee and Hailey 
would react, I certainly wasn't going to put money on any 
particular outcome.

"She's fairly smart isn't she?"

"Yeah.  Friendly too."

"So what would you do?  Get her to help you with 
something?  (A ruse Anna and I had successfully used to 
get some privacy.)  Or include her in your conversations 
more and perhaps ask her why you never see her at the 
Sharp Angle?"

"I don't know.  I don't even know if I want to go out 
with her.  I wish I could just let everyone know we were 
lovers."

"It would certainly cause as stir at school.  Maybe we 
could each invite one of the football team to the prom 
and start a couple of more rumours about them."

"We'd end up underneath the football team."

I camped things up.  "Oh you're just saying that to 
tease!"

"Don't!" Mark shivered.  "That's exactly how my father 
thinks of me.  He thinks if he allowed me to even think I 
was gay I'd be getting butt-fucked by every guy in school 
and the neighbourhood."

"Well not all at once.  You'd never get the grin off your 
face!"

"Roger!"  At least he was laughing now.

"Sorry mate, I can't help it.  When the situation is 
ridiculous ridicule it!."

"I guess.  Well if you could have any guy on the football 
team who would you choose?"

"My tastes don't really go to the jock mentality.  If you 
really wanted to tempt me there's the guy on the squash 
team - very short hair except at the back, he has like a 
little ponytail."

"Dwayne."

"Dwayne!?  Sounds like a good ol' boy; definitely not the 
finely boned athlete that makes my heart race."

"Really?  And you know his bone is so fine?"

"No.  I'm just trying to make you jealous.  He does look 
nice and fit and has sounded okay but I fear he is as 
straight as a... well, whatever a pretzel isn't."

"So you think of me as a pretzel?"

"I think of myself as a pretzel.  You might be a 
boomerang.  I just hope you keep coming back to me."

"Well coming seems to be the right word for what we do 
together."

"I'm glad you and Kyra could help each other out like 
that."

"Help each other?  How?"

"Well, satisfy each other's need needs."

"I still feel it was wrong."

"But the nicest possible wrong, wasn't it?  I wonder what 
we could do to vary things some more.  How about Kyra 
blowing you while you're sitting on my lap with my hard 
prick buried as deeply in your ass as you were in Kyra?"

"I'd rather we blew each other."

"Mmm.  Want to turn around?"

"You're not getting cold feet about meeting my father are 
you?"

"I guess a little.  It would be one thing if I was 
meeting your father openly but I'm really meeting Kyra's 
if you understand.  I wonder if anyone has ever had such 
a mix-up?"

"I guess there would have been plenty of guys over the 
years who dated one sister and then fell for the other.  
Some of them had to have been careless and let them 
overlap."

"But how many of them fucked both sisters together, at 
the same time?"  The question was asked by a female 
voice.

I looked down.  "Hello love.  Back with us again then?"

"Mmm.  You can be my pillow all the time.  What were you 
saying about Daddy?"

"Mainly that it was strange being invited in one guise 
when I'm actually something completely different."

"You don't want to be my boyfriend?"

"Well I don't know what I want for the rest of my life.  
I do know that it would be interesting with either of 
you.  For now I'm thankful for knowing you both and for 
being able to share what we do.  If that means being your 
boyfriend in public and Mark's in secret and you are both 
okay with that I don't mind facing up to your father.  
Just, does he expect me to ask his permission or anything 
weird like that?"

Kyra and Mark laughed.  "I think he will warn you to 
treat her right and to be careful not to break her heart 
or he might have to break some things of yours."

"So you can dump me love but I can't dump you."

"Just so long as you know."

For some reason that didn't worry me.

---

Beverley made me welcome.  I wondered what Mark would say 
if I suggested a little two on one with her; it was a 
suggestion that would never reach my lips - fooling 
around with Adam Pringle's daughter was risky unless you 
were prospective son-in-law material; even joking that 
Beverley was a MILF was likely to be a capital offence.  
I was not stupid.

We were home in plenty of time for dinner so it wasn't a 
case of sitting down at the table as soon as we walked in 
the door.  Adam was elsewhere - the where and why not 
even offered, merely a "...will be joining us soon."

Instead I was settled into a comfortable lounge in a room 
full of expensive-looking ornamentation and supplied with 
my every need.  Well, Beverley brought a cola for me.

Kyra sat beside me and Mark opposite where our toes could 
brush together under the long low coffee table.

Michelle kept us company and I have to say Kyra accepted 
her 12 year old half-sister's presence with what I can 
only call extreme good will.  Kyra actually spoke with 
Michelle instead of to her.

"I had a good day, not even Miss Prissy was going to get 
me down," was how she described it later.

Michelle was disappointed I hadn't brought my toys with 
me.  I grinned and promised to bring my remote controlled 
cars over some time and she could try driving them.

"Oh I don't need to drive yours, I've got one of my own.  
I wanted to learn how to race it like you do."m

"Okay.  We'll organise a race some time then."

I had no objection to Adam Pringle's own family providing 
an extra reason for me to bring the cars back.

Her next comment was fortunately delayed until after her 
mother had brought us our refreshments and then left us 
to our own devices while she made sure dinner would be 
ready whenever her husband arrived; it made me snort cola 
out my nose - not fun.

"So are you fucking Kyra?"

"What!?"  Kyra was astounded.

"Well I heard Daddy saying, er,..."  Michelle's eyes 
looked heavenward as she recalled the words.  "...'I'm 
sure the little cunt is fucking Kyra.  Find out what he's 
doing with those other sluts you told me about.'  I 
figured you must be the little cunt because he said your 
name before.  I don't think it was a nice thing to call 
you."

"And it's not a nice thing for you to repeat.  Daddy 
wouldn't be happy to know you were listening to his 
conversation."

Michelle looked sad.  "But is he fucking you?"

"Why?  Why is it even any of your business?"

"Because if he is, then he has to be your boyfriend cause 
that's what boyfriends do.  And if he's your boyfriend 
then he's going to be coming around all the time and 
that's good 'cause I like him."

A crush!  I did not want a 12 year old pursuing me!  At 
least the others spared me the embarrassment of having 
the crush acknowledged by them.

Fortunately Mark came to the rescue, at least as far as 
the explanation went - I was on my own regarding dealing 
with Michelle.

"Roger *IS* Kyra's boyfriend but you can be a boyfriend 
without having sex and you can have sex without being 
boyfriend and girlfriend.  And I think you should say 
'making love' rather than 'fucking' - it sounds much 
nicer."

"And Daddy's not as likely to whoop your ass!"

Kyra! I thought.

"But if Roger is your boyfriend and you *ARE* making 
love..."  Michelle paused.

"Yes?" asked Kyra with only a hint of threat in her 
voice.

"Well, what's it like, really?"

Kyra had a smug look on her face and I worried what she 
would say.

"*IF* we were making love then it would be so good he 
would make my heart pound, and my legs and arms go weak, 
and I'd scream."

"Oh."

Michelle turned to me.  "Kyra screams at me sometimes, 
especially if I annoy her.  I hope it doesn't worry you 
because she can be nice too - I've been told."

I smiled at the mild cattiness.

"Yes, I think she can be nice as well."

"I hope I get a boyfriend who makes me scream too."

"You're too young."

Michelle looked at her sister again.  "That's what Daddy 
said about you two; that you were too young to be careful 
and if Roger made you pregnant, he'd have to find Roger a 
job so he could afford a wife.  Does that mean Roger 
would live here with us?"

"I've only been going out with Roger for a couple of 
weeks.  We are *NOT* getting married!!"


"See I told you she screams at me when I annoy her.  
Gotcha!"

Michelle smiled broadly and stood up.

"I may only be 12 but I'm not stupid.  Plus I wasn't 
lying about what Daddy said.  See you at dinner Roger."  
She waved to Mark and left us alone.

"Sorry Roger."

"That's okay Kyra.  I don't mind her.  She's 
interesting."

"I didn't mean Michelle.  I meant my father and us and 
everything.  Michelle does love to stir me but she 
wouldn't have lied; we've brought you into a situation 
where you're likely to find yourself in so deep you won't 
be able to get out.  I think it might be best for you to 
go and I'll tell my father I thought we were incompatible 
and broke up with you."

A valiant gesture, forsaking her current sexual happiness 
and possible romantic future for my wellbeing.  We did 
get on well enough that there was the potential for Roger 
Torrent to propose to Kyra Pringle at some stage in a few 
years time.  How Mark would fit into that life would be 
hard to say but there were some interesting 
possibilities.

Unfortunately for Kyra, *I* wasn't Roger Torrent and 
while I had no intentions of spending more than a few 
more days with Kyra or Mark I did need that time.

"You want to get rid of me?  I thought you liked me."

"I do.  That's why you can't be my boyfriend."

"Have you thought that maybe I don't want to *NOT* be 
your boyfriend?"

Kyra looked to be torn between worry over what her father 
would do to me and worry that she was losing something 
more than a good, or great, fuck.

"We knew that your father might *NOT* approve of me - why 
is it worse if he insists on approving?"

"It can get worse if he changes his mind," Mark added his 
view.

I looked at him.

"There's a couple of reasons why I'd like to see this 
through - not just one.  I don't like just dropping my 
friends.  I can't see any reason why I should.  I'm more 
inclined to be as honest as possible.  As possible," I 
repeated, "and just see how things work out."

"Honest?" Kyra asked.

"Well we've only known each other for a couple of weeks 
but feel strongly for each other.  That we're both a mass 
of teenage hormones but so far haven't had a chance to be 
alone so are still thinking about sex."

"Constantly," muttered Mark.

"You're a terrible friend; not letting me be alone with 
your sister!"

Mark only grinned.

"Okay, so you're still my boyfriend."

"Think Dad will let him sleep over?" Mark teased.

Kyra shuddered.  She really had no idea just how her 
father would react to her openly fucking me.  I guess she 
had hoped to keep the role of *NEW* boyfriend going for a 
while before having to deal with her father in some new 
frame of mind.  Her father could be extremely 
hypocritical about some matters - for instance his own 
sexual morals - but then again occasionally he would be 
tolerant when she didn't expect it.

Michelle returned, walking down the corridor so we knew 
she hadn't been eavesdropping outside the door.

"Daddy's home if you'd like to wash up and come to the 
dining room."  She flounced away, the contrast with her 
earlier aplomb making her look far younger than 12.

With mutual looks that said "Well this is it!", we rose 
and headed out of the room.  As we reached the doorway I 
waited for Kyra to pass through first and reached behind 
me to give Mark's hand a squeeze before catching up and 
taking Kyra's hand in mind.

I figured that the best approach was going to be to show 
we weren't afraid to let them all know how we felt - it 
was a decision I'd made in consultation with hopefully 
wiser minds before setting out on this job.  Much of the 
discussions were centred on how Adam and his two eldest 
children were likely to react in given situations.  Then 
we had considered how best to handle the times when they 
didn't do as they were supposed to.

It was like chess masters looking at possible moves and 
appropriate responses.  The better the players, the 
further ahead they could look.  In this case the moves 
were fuzzier and one could only plan for milestone events 
and hope that adlibbed action could bring circumstances 
back on course for the next milestone.

Beverly noted our hands and sat me next to Kyra with Mark 
facing his sister across the table while Michelle sat 
opposite me.  We were at a normal sized table rather than 
one designed for bigger dinners or conferences and that 
meant Beverley was seated at one end between Michelle and 
myself while Paul, when he joined us a couple of minutes 
later, took the head of the table between his older 
children.

"Sorry I'm late; welcome Roger."  His voice said I was 
welcome but his eyes denied it.

Dinner was like being served at a restaurant rather than 
the image one gets of an English butler presiding over 
the lord's dining room.  I guess the big difference from 
a restaurant was that, while Kyra had checked during the 
week that I had no dietary problems or persuasions, we 
all ate the same.

Adam controlled the conversation while the food was being 
served and when the dishes were being removed.

"What has everyone been doing on such a wonderful day?"

"Mommy and I went down to the Country Club for lunch and 
then went to the Mall."

It wasn't that unusual a pastime.  I was sure that many 
mother-daughter pairs (together with siblings or even an 
occasional father) would have gone out for Sunday lunch 
and then some shopping.  Most probably ate in the food 
court at the mall rather than having something like 
pheasant pate, avocado souffl‚, and lemon flan with 
passionfruit sorbet.  Most would have spent their time in 
department stores rather than  boutiques looking at one-
of-a-kind outfits.

"I hope you found something nice.  You'll have to show me 
after dinner."

The look on Adam's face now was one of doting pleasure 
for both his wife and young daughter.

Mark was bypassed when Adam turned to Kyra, "And did you 
end up at the ranch?"

If it *WAS* ever a ranch it would have been the back 
pocket of some larger property but I guess Adam was free 
to call it what he would.  While there was no problem 
with us gong there, Mark and Kyra had had to get 
permission first so it was no secret where we had spent 
our day but how it had been spent appeared safely 
confidential.

"You ride okay Roger?  Like horses?"

"I like them.  I can manage to stay on but I can't say 
that I've had enough experience to be sure how good a 
rider I am."

"Well perhaps you can get Mark to coach you - you might 
end up getting him into the saddle with you and Kyra 
again."

I had an image of Kyra being penetrated front and back 
while sitting on some unfortunate horse.  I could just 
about handle that until I realised I had seated Mark with 
his back to the horses neck and then had us share a 
western saddle.  The saddle horn was dildo-like and mark 
writhed on it as we jogged along.

Fortunately Adam was looking at his son and not me.  My 
smile would have been out of place.

"And after lunch?"

What?  He expected full details of how we had spent our 
time?

"We used the Jacuzzi and then watched a movie," Mark 
offered.

Adam grunted, I was sure with disbelief that that was all 
we had done, and the conversation moved on to more 
mundane topics with the inevitable "what do you want to 
do when you leave school?" that any new boyfriend might 
expect.

I in turn made comments that suitably indicated that, 
while I expected to go to college or university, I didn't 
really have a particular goal in mind other than I had an 
interest in electronics.

We survived dinner and I have to compliment the kitchen 
staff; the meal was delicious.  Of course, as Adam rose 
to indicate the meal was over, he spoiled the improving 
mood.

"Roger, would you like to come with me please."

No-one raised any complaint on my behalf and I followed 
him out the door, well aware it was only his phrasing 
that offered me a choice.

In his study I was seated across the other side of a 
magnificent bare desk - dark mahogany timber with 
burgundy leather top; I think the setting was intended to 
be intimidating, especially as my chair was lower than 
was comfortable with no means of adjusting it.  I enjoyed 
the psychological games up to a point, and ignored my 
inferior position.

"Kyra seems to like you."

"I like Kyra, sir."  A slight pause before the sir for 
added effect.  There was no suggestion I should call him 
anything else - certainly not Adam.

"I wouldn't like to see her get hurt.  I wouldn't like to 
see *EITHER* of you get hurt."

"I have the utmost respect for her sir."

"I'm sure you do.  I'm sure you do."

Oh no!  No-one warned me he was a repeater!

"So what do you do with the rest of your time when you're 
not seeing her?"

"I've got school..."

"Well yesterday for instance.  Surely you didn't study 
all day?"

"My foster sister plays soccer so I watched her in the 
morning then she and her friends wanted to go swimming up 
at the lake.  It's up in the State Park.  I've got my 
licence so they asked me if I'd take them."

"*HER* friends?  I understood you took them out the 
previous week?"

"How...? Well, yeah.  I didn't know anyone so I asked 
them to see what they were like."

"And?"

"They are okay."

"And you're just seeing what my daughter is like too?"

"I'm getting to know her better if that is what you mean.  
I know what she is like from school and seeing her when 
we were all out."

"You seem to get to know people very quickly."

"Sir?"

"Don't try to tell me you haven't been fooling around 
together."

"Well we've kissed."

"And I suppose you all wore bathing suits in the spa?"

"Uh, I guess I'm not one to worry about them much sir.  
My parents never bothered with them when I was growing up 
and nudity isn't an issue to me.  I apologise if I've 
offended you."

My history was partly truth; my parents had never taken 
me swimming and so had never bothered with swimsuits for 
themselves or me.  In that regard I might no have 
differed from millions of others living in the poorer 
parts of some large cities.

"At least you're not stupid enough to try and lie about 
it."

"My foster parents have let me know that they clearly 
remember what teenagers get up to, sir.  I had no doubts 
you were the same."

Adam grunted.

"Sir, I like Kyra and I'm friends with Mark.  I've only 
been seeing Kyra for a little while and this is really 
the only time we have gone out together.  Aside from the 
time he went in to put the pizza in the oven while we 
were riding, Mark was with us all the time."

"So you only got up to a bit of skinny dipping?"

"Yes sir."

"Do you drink?"

"Not really.  I've had a beer or two but that is all."

"One thing I won't accept is you drinking and driving - 
or that you use dope or any other drugs.  If you drink, 
you'd better lose your keys.  You drink and drive when 
you're in the car without my kids, your car will look 
like it's been in an accident.  You do it with any of 
them *IN* the car and *YOU'LL* look like you've been in 
one.  Is that clear?"

"Yes sir."

"Good.  If you use any dugs and can't go cold turkey now, 
you'd better start running for the door because I will 
find out and you won't like the sort of rehab I put you 
through.  Okay, I'm not going to tell you that you have 
my permission to fuck my daughter.  Getting my permission 
is not going to happen!  What you do have is the 
knowledge that I'm not going to kick you out of my front 
door.

"You've got potential and if *KYRA* decides you're what 
she wants then I guess my permission wouldn't matter 
anyway.  What I expect is that you show Kyra respect and 
you behave yourselves when Michelle is around.  You upset 
either of them and you *WILL* answer to me.  Understand?"

"Yes sir."

"I doubt you do but I'll accept that."

"Thank you sir."

"You don't have anything to thank me for - yet.  If 
however you feel that there is any reason you might not 
be able to live up to Kyra's expectations you might want 
to come and speak to me first.  That's one piece of 
advice you might be thankful for but I think you would be 
better off meeting her expectations."

What could I say to any of this?

"I will try my best sir."

"Go on then and enjoy yourselves but remember - in 
moderation."

"Thank you sir."

I got up and left.  Things had worked out better than I 
had expected though I had lost count of how many times I 
had kowtowed to Adam.  We could never have been sure just 
how strict he would be with his daughter regarding sex.  
The rest had been the expected degree of threat.  I'd 
been shown the stick and Kyra was the carrot.

"Well?" asked Kyra when I found her and Mark alone in her 
room.  She looked a little flushed but then do did Mark.

"I owned up to us skinny dipping in the spa but, because 
Mark was with us, all we did was kiss.  What have *YOU* 
two been up to though?"

Kyra blushed.  I have to admit that made her look quite 
vulnerable and attractive.

"I've just been practising."

"Practising?"

"Blowjobs."

I gave Mark a short jab to the upper arm.

"And?"

"She made me come in less than a minute."

"Well done, both of you!"

"Well we figured this was one time Dad wasn't going to be 
walking in on us and we could see Beverley outside with 
Michelle."

I looked out the window and Beverley was sitting enjoying 
the last of the day's rays.  As I watched, Michelle came 
out of the building and sat beside her mother.  She 
looked up at the window, saw me standing there, and waved 
with a broad smile on her face.  I waved back.

"Do you want one, or perhaps a fuck?"

"I don't know that we dare.  I would love to make love to 
you both again but all we could risk would be a quickie 
either way.  I can leave you this though."

I rummaged through my backpack and presented Kyra with 
the tube of lube.  Her eyes lit and when she looked at 
Mark her tongue traced a wet path across her lips.  It 
appeared her ass wasn't too sore after all.

"And there is no reason I can't make you feel good.  Come 
over here."

Kyra threw the lube into her top drawer and followed me 
to the window.

"Look down there."  I slid my hand into her underwear - 
just below the windowsill.

"Your family can look up at any time and watch as I 
finger-fuck you."  I rubbed her pussy.

"They can look up and wonder what we are doing.  Beverley 
would understand; even Michelle might know what it feels 
like to rub herself.  How do you feel knowing they 
realise what you're going through?"

"Hot.  Geez you're dirty-minded.  I love you."

"Love you too.  Hey look there's your father.  No.  Don't 
pull away.  He's not looking this way - yet.  How about I 
lean back against the window and you bend over so he 
can't see you?  Do you think he could tell if I was 
fucking you like that?"

"Oh do me that way - please!  But stand against the wall.  
I don't care if he saw us but I don't want him to 
interrupt us."

I accepted her conditions and she whirled around to kiss 
me before stepping to the side.

"You feel like warming me up Mark?"

He grinned with the realisation that he wasn't going to 
be left out and my pants and underwear were suddenly 
around my ankles.

Kyra wasn't going to let Mark have me entirely to himself 
but he didn't mind sharing - a little.  He soon reminded 
her she was going to have exclusive access though and she 
relinquished her hold, standing and removing her knickers 
before kissing me instead.

A girl wearing a skirt has a big advantage over a boy 
since she can look perfectly dressed by standing up even 
when not wearing underwear.  A boy has the advantage 
that, provided he hasn't creamed his jeans, a parent 
walking into the room won't be able to smell his arousal.

We could clearly smell Kyra and I dipped my fingers and 
shared the sweet nectar with her.

I had to get Mark to stop, caressing his cheek before 
indicating that he was making me too aroused.  He stood 
and I spent a few minutes kissing him and his sister - 
and watching them exchanging saliva - while I calmed 
down.  A quick look showed Adam had settled down to enjoy 
the sunset as well.

I had Kyra bend over as we had discussed.  She was 
athletic enough to get her head down near her ankles by 
wrapping her arms behind her knees and I pushed into the 
tightness of her constricted cunt.

She relaxed a second to allow me to go deeper and then 
bent down as far as possible so I was trapped.  I could 
rock her hips but there was relatively little movement 
between us.  Positioned like this her cunt was tighter 
than her ass.  What would her ass feel like!?

Of course, the strain on her calves was incredible and 
Kyra had to straighten.  I cupped her breasts through her 
bra from behind and Mark stood kissing her while she held 
his shoulders for support.

Now my prick was forced back closer to my belly, rubbing 
inside at the front of Kyra's cunt where the nerve 
endings of her G-spot made her shiver.

Mark didn't just kiss his sister though; he was able to 
reach under her - not to finger her pussy, but rather to 
rub the front of my shaft where it couldn't get inside 
Kyra and my balls where they dangled free.

We stood there for a few minutes, struggling together. 
The limited scope for movement kept me sane while the 
nature of the movement had a heightened effect on Kyra.  
Eventually she appealed for me to fuck her properly 
while, to ease her legs, she asked if we could move her 
to her bed.

I took another quick look; Adam was still there with his 
wife but Michelle was gone.  I didn't think that mattered 
enough to stop what was going to happen.  Okay, I admit 
that just *MAYBE* I was thinking with my little head for 
the time being.

The door was locked - a guilty enough sign by itself but 
at least we could pretend innocence.  I wasn't aware 
though that Michelle had found a flaw in the built in 
wardrobe of the adjacent room which allowed her to hear 
what was going on even if she had no way of seeing.

Kyra was laid on her back across the end of her bed and I 
knelt to lick her pussy.  Michelle had been listening to 
the grunts, groans, sighs and moans for a while but there 
had been little said before Kyra asked me to fuck her 
properly.

Now Michelle clearly heard her older half sister 
commanding me to eat her, to bury my tongue in her cunt, 
to swallow all her tasty juices.  I can only suspect her 
own fingers did not remain dry.

Next she heard Kyra say she needed my hard prick inside 
her again, soon followed by the commands "Deeper" then 
"Harder" and "Faster".  Then came what should have been 
the most surprising instruction.

"Mark, come here so I can suck your prick again.  Come in 
my mouth and I'll swallow it all."

It should have shocked Michelle but she had been in the 
wardrobe once already tonight and she knew then that the 
muted male voice complimenting Kyra's technique couldn't 
have been mine.

Michelle's body wasn't yet far enough into puberty for 
her menses to start but the increasing hormones were 
changing her from girl-child to teen and she knew more 
than she had pretended earlier.  She also knew that Kyra 
didn't really like her so having her beloved brother 
being serviced by *HER* was an insult.  One she would try 
to repay.

I was buried inside Kyra when she called Mark over, and 
using one hand to hold her leg up so she was both at a 
comfortable angle for some hard thrusts and also to help 
me stop her moving away from me when I was close to 
bottoming out.

I used my other hand on her breast and, knowing Mark 
really didn't enjoy the sensation of that much squashy 
tissue (poor fool!), I instructed him to just roll Kyra's 
nipple between his thumb and finger.

A comment Michelle also heard clearly.

I have no doubts that, with that clue, Michelle would 
have tried the same just so she could imagine it was her 
who was with her brother and regardless of whether or not 
she had tried anything similar to herself at some stage.

There may be little in common between the orgasm Kyra 
experienced and whatever pleasure Michelle found in her 
wardrobe; there was certainly nothing common between the 
joy one felt and the hatred of the other.

Michelle would bide her time until she had a plan.

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