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Copyright © 1998, Stephen Peters. ALL Rights Reserved
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This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without
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the written permission of the author. This story may be freely
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distributed with this entire notice attached (both header & footer). The
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author may be contacted by writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com.
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This is part 2 of an erotic love story involving two 13 year old girls,
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Trisha and Jennifer, and their relationship with Jennifer's older
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brother Mark. If explicit sex or the strong overtones of incest
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in this story bother you please read no further.
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******** TRISHA AND JENNIFER II **********
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By: Stephen Peters
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Jennifer spent the week following the sleepover in a walking daze:
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floating around the house, bumping into things, laughing out loud for no
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good reason and generally acting as if she were head over heals in
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love. She was. Trisha was not just her best friend anymore but a
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lover, soulmate, sister, and equal wrapped up in one. They laughed
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together, cried together, got mad at each other over the same dumb
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things -- and made love with an intensity that left her weak and
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gasping, clutching feebly at Trisha's body every time they finished.
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They were so tight, emotionally and physically, that it was kind of
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spooky; but in a good, unscary sort of way. Jennifer had no words to
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adequately describe how she felt, and probably would not have had ANY
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way to express it if Mark hadn't one day brought home a book of M. C.
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Escher prints. That evening, as Mark curled up on the couch with her
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explaining the tricks of perception the great master used in creating his
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endless staircases and impossible objects, they came across a sketch of
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one hand drawing another. It wasn't a mirror image type of thing; one
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hand sprung from the tip of a pencil even as it was bringing the other
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hand into existence. "That's it!" Jennifer practically shouted. Her
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brother had no idea what she was talking about but that was okay,
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Trisha would know.
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Besides her love for Trisha, Jennifer also came to realize that
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Trisha had unlocked something else deep within her. Before Trisha,
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Jennifer had only a passing interest in sex. Now she found herself
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constantly daydreaming about it; and not only about her and Trisha but
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how it would feel to have a boy........and the dreams would crash into
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blank dead ends, leaving her immensely frustrated. Part of it was
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simply a lack of experience. She knew how Trisha felt and smelled and
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tasted but it was not so easy to transfer those sensations to a male
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body. There was also the problem (or maybe it wasn't a problem,
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Jennifer wasn't sure) that, when she tried, the image she conjured up
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was that of her brother. Her first thoughts were of shock and surprize;
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then curiosity at her own reaction. "Well" Jennifer thought to herself
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"why shouldn't I daydream of him?" She had always been very close to
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Mark and her relationship with Trisha had not changed that. She was
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also not blind to her brothers good looks and growing taut, muscular
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body. Mark was no longer just her skinny older brother -- no siree --
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and Jennifer found herself wondering what would have happened if Trisha
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*had* said yes that night. And the more she thought about it the more
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she became convinced that she and Mark would have ended up doing it.
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Right in front of Trisha no less. Jennifer was old enough to recognize
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that some of this was simply the deliciously naughty idea of screwing
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her own brother. She also knew, with utter certainty, that making love
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to Mark could be very, very good. She wanted to tell Mark these things
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and several times she tried, but something always held her back. A
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voice inside told her (with that same utter certainty) that loving her
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brother was not so simple; that fantasizing was one thing but reality
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was full of dark, unexpected surprizes. After a while Jennifer (rather
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reluctantly) let the matter drop, but it was hardly forgotten. The
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struggle between Jennifer's body and mind was not to be resolved until
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much later -- and under circumstances that neither the girls nor Mark
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could have ever imagined.
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Despite the thoughts about her brother Jennifer would always
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remember those first few weeks as perfect; some of the best times of her
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life. Mark kept his wise-cracks to a minimum and her dad accepted
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Trisha's constant presence around the house with a friendly smile and
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polite (but genuine) interest in her doings. Jennifer was quite pleased
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that her father and Trisha got along so well. Actually, Jennifer's
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father was pretty sure there was something more than 'friendship'
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between the girls but, while not overly thrilled with the idea, he did
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his best not to interfere. Having lost his wife early in their marriage
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he knew first hand the loneliness of being deprived of a loved one --
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and he wasn't about to inflict that pain upon his own daughter.
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Unfortunately, Trisha's mom was another matter entirely. What had
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started out as unexplained coolness towards Jennifer had turned into
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outright coldness, bordering on hostility. Trisha strongly suspected
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that her mom had discovered the truth about her sexuality, didn't like
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it, and was bound and determined to take that dislike out on Jennifer.
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"You sure spend a lot of time with that girl" her mom told her rather
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pointedly "are you sure she is the *right* kind of friend?" It didn't
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help matters any when she caught the girls necking in the bedroom one
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afternoon. She tried banishing Jennifer from the house, but that didn't
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last long. As much as she disliked Jennifer she liked having Trisha
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sulk around the house like a two year old far less. She did, however,
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watch them like a hawk; never giving the girls a chance to be alone.
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And of course, as randy teens from time immemorial have done, they took
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this as the ultimate challenge........
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As July rolled into August Trisha and Jennifer found themselves
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spending a lot of time in the basement/rec-room of Trisha's house. It
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was a good place to beat the heat, the 'fridge in the corner provided a
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convenient place to stash sodas and, best of all, it was the one place
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where they had a little privacy -- and during the second week of August
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that year the girls needed all three. The weather had turned blazing,
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asphalt softening hot, they couldn't get enough to drink, and Trisha had
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been out of town on vacation with her folks for the past week and a
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half. Sweet little Jennifer was (to put it bluntly) hornier than a
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shipwrecked sailor. She desperately wanted to haul Trisha into her
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bedroom but her dad was home that week painting the house so Jennifer
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had to settle for the rec-room and Trisha's mom's watchful eye. They
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had just finished a game of ping pong when Trisha's mom ran down the
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stairs for the um-teenth time, checking on the girls.
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"This is getting really annoying" Jennifer said to Trisha when she
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was sure that her mom was out of ear shot. Trisha leaned against the
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ping pong table, idly playing with the paddle, turning one side then the
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other against the table top.
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"Jenny, did you miss me?" Trisha asked.
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"Take a wild guess." Jennifer meant for her answer to be funny,
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sort of a playful 'you don't REALLY need an answer to that, do you?' but
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she missed. Trisha flinched; hurt from the unintended sarcasm showing
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on her face. "Oh dam" Jennifer thought, "I'm so horny I can't even talk
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straight."
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"I'm sorry Trish, that didn't come out right. Look, I'm uh, having
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a hard time just standing here talking to you." She paused. "You know
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what I mean?"
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Trisha nodded. She knew exactly what Jennifer meant. Her whole
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body -- arms, legs, thighs, nipples, cunny -- ached to feel Jennifer's
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touch and there was nothing she could do about it, not with her mom in
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the house. As if to punctuate the point the sound of her mom's voice
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came drifting down the stairs. She was talking on the telephone.
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Trisha decided to (sorta) change the subject.
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"I had a dream last night" Trisha sighed wishfully.
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"About what?"
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Trisha paused and then a wicked little smile played across
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her lips. "Take a wild guess" she replied.
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"You asked for it!" Jennifer yelled, breaking into laughter as she
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grabbed her paddle. She went after Trisha in gleeful abandon, grabbing
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at her shirt tails and swinging for her friend's beautiful, firm butt as
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they scrambled wildly around the corner. Jennifer missed the first
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time, connected on the second, and with a yelp Trisha skidded to a stop
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and turned around. Too late did Jennifer realize that Trisha was
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holding her own paddle. "Oooooh shit" Jennifer said to herself as she
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madly tried to reverse course. She didn't want to present her own
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backside to Trisha so, like two fencers in a duel, Trisha backed her up
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-- straight into the wall. "Uncle?" Jennifer pleaded thru her laughter
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as Trisha dropped her paddle and took her by the wrists. Slowly Trisha
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stretched Jennifer's arms above her head then pinned them to the cinder
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blocks. "You give?" Trisha asked in mock seriousness, and at that
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moment Jennifer would have given Trisha everything she owned; after a
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week and a half of missing her it was SO DAM GOOD to feel her body
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again. "Anything you want, baby" Jennifer answered in her best low and
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sexy voice, and then Trisha kissed her. Hard.
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As intimate and passionate as the girls were with each other they
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rarely ever french-kissed, certainty not with the intensity Trisha used
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now. Releasing Jennifer's hands she grabbed her friend by the waist,
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pulling Jennifer's body tight against her own as she feasted on
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Jennifer's full, wet lips. Jennifer, arms now free, wrapped them around
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Trisha's neck. Trisha swirled her tongue into Jennifer's open mouth;
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grazing the roof, touching the inside of her cheeks before intertwining
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it with Jennifer's. Jennifer wanted to swallow the sweet invader whole
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but Trisha's lips were so tight against hers that she couldn't get her
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mouth closed. She tilted her head forward, breaking the kiss.
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"Let me suck it!" Jennifer implored.
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Trisha obliged, softening the kiss even as she plunged still
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deeper, completely filling Jennifer's mouth. Jennifer gasped for a
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final breath then closed her mouth around the soft, wet tongue of her
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lover. Trisha's knees buckled. Hungrily, greedy Jennifer sucked as
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Trisha fell against her, grinding her mons against Jennifer's leg.
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Trisha had put her tounge inside Jennifer's pussy many times but this was
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totally different; Jennifer was trying to swallow her, to make their
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bodies as one. Just the thought of Jennifer wanting her like this was
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an incredible turn-on for Trisha. She shook with want, holding Jennifer
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impossibly tight, and it was only when Jennifer began to grey-out from
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lack of oxygen that she loosened her grip on Trisha's neck and pushed
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her away.
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"Ohhhhhh" Trisha breathed, face flush and eyes full of dazed
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wonder. She held two fingers to Jennifer's lips, slowly tracing the
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outline of her friends mouth. "It's like fucking with our clothes on.
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Never felt like that....never....." Her voice trailed into silence as
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they held one another.
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"Did you come?" Jennifer asked, remembering how Trisha's body had
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shuddered when she first started sucking.
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"No, I was close though." Trisha lifted her head from Jennifer's
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shoulder. "Jenny, I..."
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"Jennifer!" It was Trisha's mom again, calling down the stairs.
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"That was your father. Your due home in ten minutes, OK?" There was the
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hollow bong of a pan hitting the sink. Jennifer glanced up the stairs,
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shaking her head. "Just a few more minutes" she pleaded silently.
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Trisha continued, her voice barely audible. "I really did have a dream,
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Jenny. I dreamed that you were a guy, that you.....had a cock. And you
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were deep inside me, so deep in me......"
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That was all Jennifer could take; dropping her hand to Trisha's
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jeans she fumbled for the snap. Trisha was completely, totally lost in
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her remembrances and it was only the feel of Jennifer's thumbs sneaking
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under the waistband of her panties that brought her back to reality.
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"No, Jenny -- my mom" she protested but in one swift motion Jennifer
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skinned the panties over her hips, baring her lightly furred mound and
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perfectly round ass. The jeans continued down her legs to puddle at her
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feet. "Trish, I'm gonna do you" Jennifer whispered as she cupped
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Trisha's mons, fingers sliding between the wet lips of her pussy. She
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traced the outline of Trisha's cunny from front to back, circled the
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opening to her tight canal, then Trisha buried her face into Jennifer's
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neck to stifle the moans as Jennifer slowly sank her middle finger deep
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into her young vagina. "Ohhhh....yeah!" Trisha groaned. She pawed
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at Jennifer's breasts, then the front of her jeans, then lost all rhythm
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as a second finger joined its mate inside her body. Trisha started
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whimpering, churning her hips as Jennifer withdrew half way then entered
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her again. Jennifer rested the back of her thumb against Trisha's
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engorged clit, stroking it lightly, finger-fucking Trisha with loving,
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passionate skill. At one point Trisha, out of her mind with passion,
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rose to her tip-toes then came down hard, driving Jennifer's fingers in
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as deep as they would go. "Mu...More!" Trisha groaned. Jennifer's hand
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was soaked, absolutely drenched with Trisha's juices, and the slick
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cream allowed a third digit to enter the cunt of her lover.
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"I'm a guy. Cum for me, Trisha." Jennifer cooed.
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With her last rational thought Trisha buried her open mouth against
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Jennifer's chest, loosed a silent scream, and came. It was
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obliterating. She collapsed against Jennifer, cunny clamped tight about
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Jennifer's fingers, writhing against her friend as the longest, best
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orgasm of her life took hold. Wave after wave of ecstasy pounded
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Trisha's body, buckling her knees, and Jennifer had to grab the back of
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her shirt to keep her from sliding to the floor. Jennifer held Trisha
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tight, arm clamped around Trisha's waist and fingers buried deep in her
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pussy until the shaking and moaning finally ceased. For a long while
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afterward Trisha lay propped up against Jennifer's body, panting
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heavily, face pressed against her best friends breasts.
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"Trish?" Jennifer asked, her lips resting against the top of
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Trisha's blond head as one by one she gently removed her fingers "You
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alive down there?" Very slowly Trisha nodded yes, then with shaky arms
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pushed herself away from Jennifer to stand. She wobbled, legs no more
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steady than her arms had been, and Jennifer held onto her until she was
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able to stand on her own.
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"Oh...WOW!" They said it together, on cue. Trisha giggled, still high
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from the climax.
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"Jenny, five minutes -- and what's going on down there!?" It was
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Trisha's mom again, and as Trisha franticly grabbed for her panties
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Jennifer retrieved Trisha's pants from around her ankles then put a
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finger to Trisha's lips, telling her to be quiet. "Be right there"
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Jennifer called back up the stairs, voice bright and full of innocence.
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Trisha, hastily tucking her shirt back into her jeans, just shook her
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head and laughed. "My love, your toooooo much. God, I don't believe
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what we just did!" Then, serious now, she added "What about you?"
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Jennifer eyed Trisha, then her still wet fingers, but both girls
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knew they had pressed their luck as far as they dared. Reluctantly,
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Jennifer shook her head no. "I'll take care of myself later. Besides,"
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she added with a sheepish smile "right now if we tried I'd probable yell
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the house down." That much was true; when Jennifer came she had a
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tendency to scream. Very loudly.
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"Okay, if that's what you want. But I warn you -- next time I get my
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hands on you your gonna cum till you beg for mercy."
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Jennifer's face brightened "That a promise?"
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A slow and absolutely delicious smile spread across Trisha's face.
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Later, sitting at the dinner table with her family, it was quite
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obvious Jennifer's thoughts were elsewhere. Her dad was rather puzzled
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and he even considered asking her about it, but it would not have done
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much good. All he would have received was some answer about 'how to
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keep from begging'.
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Jennifer stood in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom,
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dressed only in shorts and t-shirt. It was late afternoon, the first
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day of the new school year, and Jennifer was imagining herself in the
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bright purple and gold uniform of the Rosevelt Jr. High Bobcats. The
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school district had started a new girl's soccer league and Jennifer,
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more out of curiosity than anything else, had gone to the try-outs. She
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had done well and thought she had a good shot at making the 'A' team but
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that's not what had her so excited. From the moment she first faced off
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with the coach, ball cradled between her feet, Jennifer knew she had
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found something very special. It was totally unexpected (as most good
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things in life are), but Jennifer had finally found a way to express her
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boundless athleticism. Soccer was a challenge, both mental and
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physical, and it suited her to a T. What's more, for the first time in
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her life she could run and jump and yell (and murder a soccer ball) and
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no one would tease her about being a tomboy. She could be as fierce a
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competitor as any guy and no one would question it.
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She turned sideways to the mirror, admiring her body. Strong young
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legs, perfect for running and kicking, ascended to her flat stomach.
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Higher up were the small, firm mounds of her breasts, the hard nipples
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poking at the thin fabric of her T-shirt. She was starting to
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understand why, after every love-making session, Trisha would spend so
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much time caressing and touching her. Jennifer had always seen her body
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as an athlete would, Trisha saw her body as an lover would; now Jennifer
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realized she was really both. Sex and soccer. Yeah, she thought to
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herself, its going to be *quite* a school year.
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"Hey sis" Mark's voice drifted down the hallway "Trisha's calling."
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Jennifer quickly slipped into her high tops and bounded out the bedroom
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door, giving the doorjamb a playful slap on the way out. Man -- she
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felt good! Mark sat on the couch, face buried in a book as he held one
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arm out to her, phone dangling. She could hardly wait to tell Trisha.
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"Hey Trish, you'll never guess."
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Silence.
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"Trisha?"
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"Get - over - here - now." Trisha's voice was jagged, on the verge of
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crying.
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"Wha...What's the--"
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"NOW!" Trisha yelled. Jennifer threw the handset at the receiver and
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bolted out the door.
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Trisha, face tear stained and eyes bloodshot, met Jennifer in the
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foyer of her house. "My dad got canned" she said flatly.
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"Huh?" Jennifer replied. Now, in addition to being scared half out of
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her wits, she was totally confused. "Uh, OK...I'm sorry..." Gradually it
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dawned on Trisha that she wasn't making sense. Trisha tried again, this
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time from the beginning:
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"When I got home from school today daddy was waiting for me. He
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said he'd had a meeting with the new owners." Jennifer remembered Trisha
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telling her something about the place where her dad worked being bought
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out but, at the time, she hadn't paid much attention. Trisha continued.
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"These....these buttholes told him they were closing down the local
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office. They fired my dad then told him he could re-apply for his old
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job back at the old headquarters if....if" Trisha's voice choked "....if
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he was willing to move."
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"Oh shit." Jennifer breathed. She closed her eyes, knowing what was
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coming.
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"Jenny, were moving back to L. A."
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"No" Jennifer said. She was numb with shock. Trisha took her
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by the hand and led her into the house, silently walking her across the
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living room to the couch.
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"No" Jennifer repeated, her voice pleading "You CAN'T be -- not when I
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love you so."
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"As if that makes a difference to them" Trisha replied bitterly.
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She collapsed onto the couch, dragging Jennifer down with her, then
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burying her face into Jennifer's hair burst into tears. Jennifer,
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dimly realizing that her job now was to comfort Trisha, enveloped her
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lover in her arms and slowly, gently rocked her back and forth.
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Gradually Jennifer's shock turned to dull, unfocused anger. Trisha
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-- her best friend, her solemate, her love -- was hurting and it was
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because of what *others* had done; people she didn't know or have any
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control over. "It's not fair!" she cried to herself. For the first
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time in her life Jennifer had come face to face with the hardness
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of the adult world, and it hurt. Silently she cursed: Trisha's
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parents, adults in general, and she was about to start in on the
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supreme being itself when Trisha's mom strode into the room.
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"Trisha, that's quite enough. Jennifer, I think you had better be go..."
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She stopped. Jennifer was staring directly at her, dark eyes wide
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and piercing. They were not the eyes of a upset thirteen-year old. In
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the brief seconds that it had taken Trisha's mom to speak Jennifer's
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anger had turned to a deep, permanent resolve. She decided that from
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then on she would no longer subject herself to the will of adults *just*
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because they were adults. When Jennifer spoke every word was calm,
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clear, and shot thru with rods of case hardened steel.
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"Mrs. Collins, please go. Your daughter and I would like some privacy."
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Trisha's mom took a final look at Jennifer's face, then turned and
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walked out of the room. "Tha..thank you" Trisha sobbed quietly into
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Jennifer's chest. (Later, Jennifer would mark this event -- the
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defiance of Trisha's mom -- as the beginning of her long, painful
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journey thru adolescence and into adulthood. But that's another story.)
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It took a while but Trisha's sobs gradually reduced themselves to
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occasional sniffles and quick catch breaths. Jennifer took Trisha's
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head in her hands and gave her a gentle kiss, on the lip, tasting the
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salt of her tears.
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"Feel a little better now?" Jennifer forced a smile into her voice.
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"A little. Thanks for....being here." Jennifer nodded, took a deep
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breath, then judging that Trisha was calm enough to respond without
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bursting into tears again asked her when they where moving.
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"Real soon -- this weekend I think." Trisha replied, still
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sniffling. "Dad says were flying to my Aunt Mays on Sunday. He wants
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to get me back into my old school then start looking for an apartment.
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Moms gonna stay behind to sale the house. Yeah, my love -- they got
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everything arranged." Again, the bitterness crepted into Trisha's voice.
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"Your coming over Saturday, right?" Jennifer said. It was a
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statement, not a question. Trisha nodded, nuzzling Jennifer's face.
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"I'll be there. Cuddle some more?"
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They remained on the couch, comforting one another with hugs and
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quiet girl talk for the better part of an hour until Trisha's mom called
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her daughter to dinner. Jennifer noted with sour satisfaction that Mrs.
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Collins made the announcement from the kitchen. Trisha walked her to
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the door and for a while they just stood there; Trisha leaning in the
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open door way as Jennifer played with a button on the front of Trisha's
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shirt. There wasn't much else to say and the thing that Jennifer really
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wanted to do -- give Trisha a deep, long kiss -- seemed out of place in
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front of the neighbors. No, she thought, that will have to wait.
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Jennifer said her goodbye then turned to leave when Trisha took her by
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the shoulders.
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"Jenny, can I ask something of you? Don't say yes until you've heard
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it."
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"OK, I'm listening" Jennifer replied.
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"About Saturday night. Would it be okay with you if I -- I invited
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Mark to bed with us? For real this time."
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For a second Jennifer stared blankly, then her jaw literally
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dropped.
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"Trisha??!"
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"Don't be mad at me, please" Trisha pleaded "I can't explain right
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now. I just want you both."
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"Oh jeez" Jennifer stammered "I'm not mad at you, I just never
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thought you'd really..." Trisha put a finger to Jennifer's lips, hushing
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her. "Just ask him, OK? I'll talk to you tomorrow at school." With that
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Trisha closed the door, leaving Jennifer to stare at a pair of intricately
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carved wood panels.
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-----------------------
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Later that evening, sitting crosslegged on the bed facing Mark,
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Jennifer told her brother of Trisha's parting comment. He was just as
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incredulous.
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"But she doesn't even LIKE guys!" he protested.
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"Mark, I don't think it's like that at all." Jennifer replied. She
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thought back to the afternoon in the rec-room and the other (not so subtle)
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hints Trisha had been dropping. "I think she is unsure of herself with
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a boy, and maybe a little scared for some reason, I don't know. But she
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likes the idea of, well, having a guy put his thing inside her. And I
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know for a fact she likes *you* a whole lot."
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"When did you know this?!" Mark demanded.
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"Well, I wasn't sure until now, but I kinda suspected it all along."
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"Oh Jesus Jenny, NOW you tell me!" Mark unwrapped his arms from his
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sister and buried his face in his hands. Slowly he shook his head and
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uttered an animal-like cry of pain, exasperation, anger, and utter
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frustration.
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"Jenny, do you have any -- ANY -- idea of what I've been going
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through? Do you know what it's like spending every weekend lying here
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listening to you two fuck your brains out and thinking I'd never have a
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|
chance with her because she's a lezzie!?! Not to mention the fact she's
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*your* girlfriend. And now you tell me she wants ME! I DON'T FUCKING
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BELIEVE IT!!! AAAAAUUUGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!"
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For the second time that day Jennifer was dumbstruck; her brother's
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outburst had caught her completely off guard and all she could do was
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|
stare at him in open-jawed amazement. Mark finished his guttural cry
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|
and for a second the two kids sat in stunned silence. Mark wasn't
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|
really mad at his sister (it was just the shock and surprize at what
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|
Jennifer had told him) and when Jennifer's face dissolved into anguish
|
|
he realized what he had said and how she had taken it.
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|
"Oh Jenn, I shouldn't have yelled. Are you alright?"
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"Nooooo" Jennifer's voice cracked "I'm not. Trisha's leaving
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and.....and......OH DAM!" Mark ---- hold meeeeeeee...." At last
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|
Jennifer wept, and the tears were hard and bitter.
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|
Much later, as she lay quiet in her brothers embrace, Mark asked if
|
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sharing Trisha would be hard for her. Jennifer took her time before
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answering. "No, not with you." she said finally "I mean, your a pretty
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|
neat guy and all and, well --" Jennifer took a big gulp "-- sometimes I
|
|
want to do it with you too, even if you are my brother." Inside herself,
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|
Jennifer winced. She really hadn't meant to add the last part but in
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|
her upset and emotion it came anyway, without conscious thought.
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|
"Oh." Mark paused "Jenny, I --"
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"Shhhh" she hushed her brother. "No more. I shouldn't have said
|
|
anything. I'm going to my room and we can talk about it later, OK?"
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|
Gently she removed her brothers arms from around her and slid off the
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|
bed, leaving Mark to sit and stare off into the distance. That night
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|
they slept in separate beds -- Jennifer with a lump in her chest where
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|
her heart was and Mark with very confusing and erotic thoughts of his
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|
sister and Trisha.
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---------- Saturday Night -----------
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"Well, what *did* your mom say?" Jennifer asked, full of curiosity.
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Trisha tossed her long, blond hair back over her head and laughed.
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|
"Absolutely nothing! I mean, between YOUR dad calling and asking that I
|
|
be allowed to come over and MY dad agreeing there wasn't much she could
|
|
say, was there?"
|
|
Trisha and Jennifer sat in the middle of Jennifer's bedroom floor,
|
|
on top of a pile of sleeping bags and blankets pulled from the bed.
|
|
Jennifer, dressed in her favorite night shirt and panties, had her legs
|
|
sprawled out in front of her while Trisha sat crosslegged between them.
|
|
Trisha wore *her* favorite night shirt also, but she was bare
|
|
underneath. She had shucked her panties earlier; the crotch being so
|
|
soaked with her juices that they were uncomfortable. Oh well, she
|
|
thought, I bet Jenny is the same way. She was.
|
|
For both the girls and Mark it had been a very, very long week.
|
|
Besides the pain of leaving, Trisha had been in constant turmoil over
|
|
her decision to tell Jennifer of her desire for Mark. She did not want
|
|
anything to come between her and Jennifer, not when she needed her lover
|
|
so badly, and it was only after a long talk with Jennifer Friday after
|
|
school that Jennifer convinced her that everything was okay. Mark,
|
|
scared that he would say or do something that would make Trisha change
|
|
her mind (not that Trisha had any intention of doing so), became very
|
|
quiet. At school he hardly spoke to Trisha at all. It was only that
|
|
very evening, sitting on the couch watching TV with Trisha, that Mark
|
|
was finally able to convince himself that it all was true.
|
|
As for Jennifer, she had spent the late night hours that week
|
|
waiting, wondering and fantasizing. She was not jealous of Mark, nor
|
|
did she love Trisha any less. In fact, the thought of Mark's lean, hard
|
|
body on top of Trisha, his cock deep inside the precious cunny she knew
|
|
so well, was as powerful and erotic a turn-on as she could imagine. It
|
|
was as if, thru her brother, she could make her sexual union with Trisha
|
|
complete. Jennifer was also turned on, and a little scared, about what
|
|
would happen if she and Mark ended up with Trisha together. Jennifer
|
|
had caught the look in Mark's eyes when earlier she confessed of her
|
|
thoughts about him. There was surprize, and something else she could not
|
|
name. It took a while but she finally figured it out. Relief. As in:
|
|
'at least I'm not the only one'. Jennifer knew that if she and her
|
|
brother ended up in the same bed together, naked and willing and with
|
|
Trisha as a catalyst, there would be no stopping them.
|
|
"So, what did your brother say when you told him?" Trisha asked.
|
|
Now it was Jennifer's turn to laugh. "He couldn't believe it." She
|
|
told Trisha of the scene in his bedroom. "I think Mark has a thing for
|
|
you. I mean, it's more that just the sex part -- he truly likes you."
|
|
Trisha mulled Jennifer's comments over for a bit.
|
|
"You know, you're really lucky having a brother and all. Especially
|
|
one like him." Trisha smiled. "You love him, don't you?"
|
|
"Of course -- he's my brother." Jennifer answered, puzzled. She searched
|
|
Trisha's face, looking for clues as to what she was up to. Sometimes
|
|
Trisha could be so indirect.....
|
|
Trisha slowly unfolded her legs and got to her knees, then took
|
|
Jennifer's hand and helped Jennifer to hers. This position, kneeling
|
|
before each other, was the signal to began undressing and Jennifer
|
|
automatically reached for Trisha's night shirt. Trisha intercepted her
|
|
hand.
|
|
"Wait." Trisha hesitated before continuing. "Mark told me something
|
|
today. About how you feel about him. Is it true?"
|
|
Jennifer stared into the light blue eyes of her best and deepest
|
|
friend. She had never told Trisha of her desire for her brother -- she
|
|
thought her secret too weird, too unnatural -- but she could not lie,
|
|
could not deny it. Having Trisha's speak her desire made it more real,
|
|
somehow. She nodded her head yes, unable to speak.
|
|
"Jennifer?"
|
|
"Yes" she answered, her voice a whisper.
|
|
"Pretend I'm Mark." With that Trisha leaned over and kissed her.
|
|
For Jennifer, the arousal was instant and overwhelming. She threw
|
|
her arms around Trisha's body, dragging her to the blankets, then Trisha
|
|
rolled on top and plunged her tongue into Jennifer's mouth. Franticly
|
|
Jennifer tugged at Trisha's night shirt, pulling it up her back. Trisha
|
|
broke the kiss long enough for Jennifer to jerk it over her head, then
|
|
Trisha was again soul-kissing her as Jennifer struggled to free Trisha's
|
|
arms from the tangles. They were both wild, almost out of control. "Oh
|
|
God" Jennifer moaned into Trisha's mouth "slow down, please!" Gradually
|
|
Trisha softened the kiss and Jennifer rolled them both onto their sides.
|
|
Trisha finally unglued her mouth from Jennifer's and dropped her head to
|
|
the pillow.
|
|
"Trish --" Jennifer panted "how...why...I'm so turned on!"
|
|
"Me toooooo." Trisha's eyes were wide and round "Don't stop..."
|
|
Jennifer rolled Trisha onto her back and began a slow descent to
|
|
her cunny. She licked the hollow of Trisha's neck, just as Trisha
|
|
taught her, then very lightly trailed her mouth across Trisha's chest;
|
|
her tongue a soft, wet-footed butterfly alighting upon Trisha's nipples.
|
|
Jennifer lapped one ridged spike as she ran her open palm across the
|
|
other, then the butterfly turned to hot wetness as Jennifer took the
|
|
whole of Trisha's budding mound into her mouth. Trisha arched her back,
|
|
offering Jennifer as much of her breast as she could take. Jennifer's
|
|
hand left the other nipple and did slow circles down Trisha's stomach,
|
|
past her naval, coming to rest atop the soft fur crowning her pubis.
|
|
Trisha spread her legs and Jennifer's hand completed its journey,
|
|
slipping between Trisha's thighs to cover her damp pussy. Slowly
|
|
Jennifer worked a finger between the parting lips; touching Trisha's
|
|
clit, probing the entrance to her vagina, stroking Trisha the length of
|
|
her moist slit. Trisha was almost overwhelmed by the twin sensations of
|
|
Jennifer's soft sucking and gentle fingering. She moaned, hips bucking
|
|
towards Jennifer's hand, and when Jennifer's mouth finally left her
|
|
nipples to roam down her stomach Trisha whimpered in anticipation. Ever
|
|
so slowly Jennifer slid down Trisha's body, lips tracing the soft flesh
|
|
till she lay between Trisha's spread-eagle form, mouth poised above her
|
|
cunny. Jennifer carefully spread the pudgy, young-teen lip, paused
|
|
briefly to blow warm air across her clit and mound, then stuck her
|
|
tongue deep into Trisha's moist labia. With a gasp Trisha drove her
|
|
hips forward, burying Jennifer's face in the apex of her crotch. Madly
|
|
Jennifer tongued Trisha's pussy; rimming her vagina, darting her tongue
|
|
in and out of the wet inner folds, flicking her tongue across the
|
|
swollen ridge of Trisha's clit until Trisha finally climaxed -- cumming
|
|
hard, cumming long, in waves that wouldn't stop. Trisha bucked wildly,
|
|
her whole body shaking as Jennifer clamped her mouth around Trisha's
|
|
pussy and sucked, riding Trisha to one orgasm after another. It seemed
|
|
to take forever for the climaxes and aftershocks to cease. When they
|
|
did Jennifer gave Trisha's vulva a final wet, loving kiss then slowly
|
|
she crawled up Trisha's body, resting her chin on Trisha's chest.
|
|
Trisha lay staring at the ceiling, panting to catch her breath.
|
|
"Good?" Jennifer smiled.
|
|
"Gawd, YES!" Trisha exclaimed in wonder, "It just kept going --
|
|
thought it would never stop."
|
|
"Mmmmmm" Jennifer sighed "that's neat when that happens." Trisha giggled
|
|
and Jennifer smiled, recalling pleasant memories of Trisha doing the
|
|
same for her. With long, lazy caresses she trailed her fingers across
|
|
Trisha's chest then down her sides. "Want some more?" she inquired.
|
|
"Sure...yeah!" Trisha replied. Jennifer, not bothering to wait for
|
|
Trisha's response, was already half way down Trisha's body when she felt
|
|
the hand on the top of her head.
|
|
"Wait --" Trisha whispered "come around here. I wanna lick your
|
|
pussy some too."
|
|
They didn't try sixty-nine very often, for Jennifer it was a bit
|
|
awkward, but tonight was special and Jennifer didn't have to be asked
|
|
twice. Scrambling to her knees she lifted her nightshirt off and flung
|
|
it aside, then Trisha rose onto one elbow and together they pulled
|
|
Jennifer's .sodden panties down over her hips. Both girls stopped, in a
|
|
trance, staring at the cleft in Jennifer's hairless mons -- it glistened
|
|
with moisture in the pale white light from a street lamp outside the
|
|
window. "It's so beautiful" Trisha whispered in awe. "God, I am *so*
|
|
wet" Jennifer whispered back as she pulled her panties the rest of the
|
|
way off and tumbled down next to Trisha. Quickly she scooted around to
|
|
face Trisha's feet then, climbing over Trisha's prone body, lowered her
|
|
bare cunny to the waiting mouth of her lover.
|
|
Their oral-lovemaking was unhurried and gentle. Trisha caressed
|
|
the folds of Jennifer's cunny with her tongue while Jennifer contentedly
|
|
lapped and sucked Trisha's clit and pussy lips; both girls savoring the
|
|
special taste and smell of their young, girlish sex. "You taste so
|
|
good...so sweet" Trisha mumbled into Jennifer's cunny at one point.
|
|
Jennifer grinned then dropped her head lower, slurping Trisha's tangy
|
|
juices as she tongued the entrance to Trisha's vagina. Trisha had the
|
|
same idea; slowly she licked her way up Jennifer's inverted slit till
|
|
her face pressed against the cheeks of Jennifer's bottom. Jennifer
|
|
moaned softly as Trisha's tongue probed her cuntal opening. It was so
|
|
tight! "Wait..." Jennifer groaned impatiently, then lifting her body off
|
|
of Trisha's reached back and grabbed her own cunny. Trisha watched,
|
|
utterly fascinated, as Jennifer slowly sank her middle finger into her
|
|
pussy, wiggled it around, then withdrew. "OK, now you do it." Jennifer
|
|
whispered. Trisha hesitated, then slipped two fingers into Jennifer's
|
|
wet tunnel. "Yeah -- do it!" Jennifer coaxed in a voice drunk with
|
|
passion -- and moments later Jennifer was rewarded with the feel of
|
|
Trisha's soft-stiff tongue entering her vagina. "Ooohhhhh YES" Jennifer
|
|
groaned "I wanted this!" She could no longer concentrate on licking
|
|
Trisha, instead she leaned her forehead on Trisha's mons and let her
|
|
partners slow, sensuous tongue-fucking drive her towards climax. When
|
|
Trisha began fingering her clit it was all over. Jennifer buried her
|
|
mouth in the wet folds of her lovers pussy and screamed, every muscle in
|
|
her young, athletic body clenched in orgasm. She came in waves; long,
|
|
powerful swells that shook her to the very core. Trisha, griping the
|
|
cheeks of Jennifer's bottom tightly, held her tongue inside Jennifer's
|
|
vagina and didn't withdraw it until Jennifer's body started to relax.
|
|
As the orgasm faded Jennifer felt Trisha's tongue slipping out of her;
|
|
she raised her head and howled. Then, with her remaining strength, she
|
|
crawled around to face Trisha. "I love you" she said, then collapsed;
|
|
face buried in the hollow of Trisha's neck.
|
|
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|
----------------------------------------
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|
|
|
"Jenny?" Trisha inquired softly.
|
|
"Mmmmmm" She was drifting, half asleep, her legs and arms still
|
|
entwined with Trisha's.
|
|
"Mark's here."
|
|
Earlier that evening the girls had approached Mark with a request
|
|
for some time alone with each other first, and after a few half-hearted
|
|
protests he agreed. He was going to wait for the light in his father's
|
|
bedroom to go out but after hearing his sister's orgasmic howl (screw
|
|
it, he thought, dad's *gotta* know what's going on) he decided enough
|
|
was enough and padded down the hall to their room. Now he sat at the
|
|
foot of Jennifer's blanket, staring in wide eyed wonder at his sister
|
|
and her lover. In the dim light their bodies merged; two torsos wrapped
|
|
together, arms and legs lost in the dark shadows. As Mark watched the
|
|
shapes slowly separated and one became two again as Jennifer
|
|
disentangled herself from Trisha and rolled over.
|
|
"Mark?" Jennifer said softly.
|
|
"Yes?"
|
|
"Thanks. Thanks for waiting, I mean."
|
|
"It's okay" he replied. "I, uh, hope you enjoyed yourselves."
|
|
"Yes Mark, we did" she answered dryly. Trisha giggled.
|
|
Mark took his sister by the hand, interlocking fingers as was their
|
|
ritual, and helped her sit up. Trisha propped herself up on her elbows
|
|
and for a few moments the three kids stared at one another, Mark
|
|
glancing back and forth from his sister's small, firm tits to the tuft
|
|
of blond hair covering Trisha's pubis. At first Trisha was a bit
|
|
uncomfortable with Mark's open stare but Mark's complete, childlike
|
|
fascination with her body was evident and she soon relaxed. In fact,
|
|
Trisha found herself rather enjoying the attention. It was the first
|
|
time a boy had ever seen her completely naked and she realized, quite
|
|
suddenly, that for the time being she was in control. She spread her
|
|
legs wider and Mark sucked a quick breath.
|
|
"It looks so neat -- and wet!" His remark was so genuine, so
|
|
absolutely innocent that Trisha broke into open laugher. Jennifer joined
|
|
her and even Mark, when he realized what he had said, smiled at himself.
|
|
"OK, loverboy" Trisha chuckled, gently teasing him "you saw mine,
|
|
now show us yours."
|
|
Mark scrambled to his feet then, crossing his arms in front of his
|
|
body, grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. For a
|
|
second or two he held his arms high and it was the girls turn to suck
|
|
air. Mark's stomach was hard and flat; complete with a thin line of
|
|
dark hair running from the top of his jeans to just below his naval.
|
|
Trisha could barley make out his ribs, covered as they were with a sheet
|
|
of velvety muscle, and even with his arms above his head Mark's pecs'
|
|
were clearly defined. With a flick of his wrist he tossed the t-shirt
|
|
aside then dropped his arms, his large hands cupped gracefully by his
|
|
side. Slowly Mark unsnapped his jeans, one button at a time, then
|
|
holding the fly open pushed them down his legs. When he straighted up
|
|
again the bulge in his underwear was clearly visible.
|
|
"Mmmmmmm" Trisha said softly "Nice."
|
|
Hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his briefs he worked them
|
|
over his hips; performing an impromptu strip-tease for the girls until
|
|
the head of his penis got hung up on the waistband. He reached into his
|
|
underpants and pulled the ridged shaft close to his body, then with his
|
|
other hand pulled the Jockeys away and let them fall to his feet.
|
|
Finally, stepping out of his now discarded pants and underwear, Mark
|
|
dropped the hand covering his member and revealed himself in all his
|
|
stiff-cocked, fourteen-year old glory.
|
|
Trisha was absolutely transfixed. Unlike his sister, Mark was well
|
|
into puberty. A dense patch of pubic hair surrounded the base of his
|
|
cock while a finer moss covered the loose sack of his testicles. His
|
|
dick was maybe 6 inches long, but to Trisha's eyes (accustomed as she
|
|
was to thinking in terms of fingers) it looked enormous. Mark slowly
|
|
sank to his knees. Trisha didn't speak or move, she just kept her eyes
|
|
glued to Mark as he took his cock into his hand and began jacking the
|
|
shaft. Jennifer's voice broke the silence.
|
|
"I think I'll, uh, go outside or something."
|
|
Jennifer started to get up but Trisha, her eyes never leaving Mark's
|
|
body, grabbed her by the hand and jerked her back to the blankets.
|
|
"Oooffffff -- Hey!"
|
|
"Your staying put." The tone of her voice left no doubt Trisha was
|
|
very serious. "Mark" she continued, finally removing her gaze from his
|
|
crotch "wait a second, I wanna talk to your sister."
|
|
Jennifer opened her mouth to protest but after taking a good look
|
|
at Trisha's face swiftly closed it. Trisha was aroused alright -- her
|
|
shallow, quick breathing and flowering cunny left no doubt about that --
|
|
but Trisha was also worried, or frightened, or both. She leaned over and
|
|
whispered in Jennifer's ear "Jenny, please stay here. This isn't easy
|
|
for me."
|
|
Jennifer didn't know what to do. She had never seen Trisha act
|
|
this way -- if anything it was Trisha who was the adventuresome one, the
|
|
one with the secret, whispered ideas for late night loving. She reached
|
|
for Trisha and gently stroked her cheek, trying to put her questions
|
|
into touch. Trisha looked down, away from Jennifer's steady gaze.
|
|
"Whats wrong?" Jennifer kept her voice low so Mark wouldn't overhear.
|
|
Trisha did not reply.
|
|
Jennifer sighed, trying to hide her exasperation. "Trish, come on --
|
|
out with it."
|
|
"Alright." Trisha replied slowly. "But you two gotta promise --
|
|
and I mean REALLY promise -- that what I say doesn't get around. Not to
|
|
my folks, not to your dad, not anybody." Brother and sister nodded.
|
|
Trisha turned to Jennifer.
|
|
"Remember I told you about my first girlfriend, Nicole. Well, she
|
|
had this older brother. I can't even remember his name now, all I know
|
|
is that he turned out to be a real...whatever. He was always bossing
|
|
Nicole around, yelling at her all the time, but he was really nice to me.
|
|
Treated me like a real grown up person and not some dumb kid."
|
|
"Your not dumb, Trisha." Jennifer interjected.
|
|
"Ohhhh...I was then." Trisha replied, shaking her head. "Anyway --
|
|
one day I came looking for her and when she didn't answer the door
|
|
I went out back to the pool and he was there. Sunning himself. He said
|
|
Nicole wasn't home but I was welcome to stick around so we started
|
|
talking and splashing around in the pool -- just, you know, having a good
|
|
time -- and then he asked me if I wanted to 'do some stuff' with him. I
|
|
don't think he knew about Nicole and I. Like I said he was always real
|
|
sweet to me and.....I was kinda curious, you know." Trisha stopped,
|
|
glanced sideways at Jennifer as if asking her permission to continue.
|
|
"Go on" she said softly.
|
|
"We did 'some stuff' then I let him.....let him put his hand down
|
|
my pants. He tried...with his fingers......Oh Jenny, he hurt me!
|
|
And he wouldn't stop, not until I told him I would scream." Trisha's
|
|
voice was edged in pain and again Jennifer reached for her, this time to
|
|
embrace her but Trisha pushed her away. "No, let me finish!" Trisha
|
|
implored. She took a ragged, deep breath, composing herself. "Then he
|
|
got real mad and frustrated and I got outa there as fast as I could. I
|
|
was really scared and angry at him and pissed off at myself -- like I
|
|
had done something to cause it. I know it not true but that's what I
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thought!" She stopped, and when she continued again her voice was very
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soft and far away. "I never told Nicole, never told anybody until now."
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There was a long and uncomfortable silence.
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"Oh jeez, I never knew" Mark whispered, clearly stunned.
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"What an asshole" was Jennifer's response.
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"Sorry guys" Trisha said, glancing now at Mark "I didn't mean to
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bum everyone out. But Mark, when I saw you naked and....hard like that
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it all came back. I still wanna, you know, do it with you but you just
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gotta take it slow and easy with me, okay?" Solemnly, Mark nodded yes,
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then turned to his sister, as if waiting for her to make the first move.
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Jennifer, lost in her own thoughts, did not respond.
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"Well, are you two just gonna sit there?...." Trisha finally asked.
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Jennifer scooted behind Trisha and put her arms around her,
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pressing her breasts against Trisha's back. Whatever happened that
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evening, Jennifer was going to stay with her love. Mark knelt before
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the pair and took Trisha's hands in his, guiding them to his chest.
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With Jennifer's support Trisha began to relax a little and explore
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Mark's body. She ran her fingers over Mark's ribs, feeling each one in
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turn, then with an open hand traced the contours of his stomach and
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chest. When she rubbed his nipples Mark shuddered in pleasure. Leaning
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forward a bit she reached around behind Mark and ran her hands down his
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back, finger tips tracing the ridge of his spine. Mark sat very still
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as Trisha played with his ass, softly caressing and squeezing the firm
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cheeks. Mark finally took her hands again and led them around to his
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lap to his testicles. "Be easy now...." he cautioned as Trisha cupped
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them in her palm. She hefted their weight, rolling the twin gonads
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between her fingers. Trisha knew how sensitive a guys balls were;
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the fact that Mark trusted her enough to let her play with his both
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calmed and, strangely enough, aroused her even more. She fondled Mark's
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sack for a while then her hands started roaming again; this time thru
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the thick pubic hair to the base of his cock. Taking a deep breath in
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anticipation she closed her fingers around Mark's manhood. It was like
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holding a warm iron bar encased in velvet. "Is this right?" she
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exhaled, and Mark nodded. Putting his hand around Trisha's he guided
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her fist up and down the shaft. "Like this..." he whispered "....put
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your thumb....here.....yeah...that's right, you got it." She leaned her
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forehead against Mark's chest and with long, slow stokes masturbated
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him. Every time Trisha brushed the head of Mark's cock he jumped and
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let out a small moan; Trisha liked this, liked to hear Mark's
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excitement. She started milking the pre-cum from his cock; soon her
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palm was smeared with the thick juice. Slowly straighting up to look at
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Mark, Trisha brought her fingers to her lips and tasted.
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"It's salty!" she said in surprize.
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Mark nodded and smiled. "Yeah, I know. Do you mind it?" he asked.
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Trisha thought for a moment. "It's OK. It's not like pussy though."
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She grinned, and behind her Jennifer blushed furiously.
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"Do you want to, uh....um -- suck it?" Mark whispered, looking at
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her expectantly. Trisha, after a moments hesitation, nodded assent.
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"Give me some room" she said over her shoulder to Jennifer, and as
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Jennifer scrambled out of the way Trisha stretched out on her stomach,
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resting her arms across Marks legs with his cock directly in front of
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her face. Trisha didn't know quite where to start, she didn't want to
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just stick the whole thing into her mouth at once, so she did what came
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naturally; she licked. "Yeah.....feels gooooooood" Mark sighed as
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Trisha ran her tongue up and down the hard shaft, covering it with
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saliva. She scooted up a little further and licked some more, this time
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swirling her tongue around the head, licking it clean. Mark was REALLY
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moaning now, urging Trisha to suck. His hands were at the back of her
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head but Trisha shook them off; she was not going to be forced. Once
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more she eyed Mark's cock from above, it's sightless hole starting back
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at her. She paused, then lowered her head and took the glands into her
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mouth. For a moment she remained poised, holding his cock-head between
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her lips, then with a slow, deliberate thrust opened wide and filled her
|
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mouth with Mark's sweet, hard meat. It was GOOD: powerfully, deeply
|
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satisfying. She was in complete control, giving Mark pleasure, holding
|
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his very manhood between her teeth. She took as much of Mark as she
|
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could; not stopping until his cock was against the back of her throat.
|
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She back off a bit then slowly started bobbing her head up and down,
|
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feeling every ridge and vein as they slid past her lips.
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"Oh, God....you look so sexy!" It was Jennifer; she had crawled
|
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beside Trisha and now, totally mesmerized, watched her brother's cock
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glide in and out of her lover's mouth. Trisha grinned (or at least
|
|
tried to -- she was pretty stuffed) then brushed her hair out of the way
|
|
so Jennifer could get a better look. She gave Mark a few more head bobs
|
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then raised her face. Mark's wet dick popped out her mouth and slapped
|
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against his belly. Trisha rolled over.
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"OK" she said, purring softly. "My turn."
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For Jennifer, the sight of Trisha giving Mark head was it; any
|
|
remaining modesty, any remaining shyness about letting her brother watch
|
|
was simply blown away. She crawled between Trisha's legs and flopped
|
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down on her stomach. Trisha, feeling Jennifer head between her thighs,
|
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moaned in sweet delight and while Mark began his hurried and passionate
|
|
exploration of Trisha's body Jennifer closed her eyes and concentrated
|
|
on loving Trisha. Nothing existed for Jennifer except the strong, musky
|
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taste of girl sex and feel of Trisha's wet vulva against her mouth.
|
|
This time their oral embrace seemed to last forever and she was deep
|
|
into Trisha's cunny, wiggling her tongue into Trisha's vagina when she
|
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felt her brother's hands in her hair. She opened her eyes.
|
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"Can I try?" Mark asked softly. His head rested on Trisha's
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stomach, face inches from hers. Slowly Jennifer removed her tongue from
|
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Trisha's pussy then, raising her head, rested her chin on Trisha's mons.
|
|
Mark's face was a blur, and as she closed her eyes again Mark kissed
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|
her.
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|
Sheets of lightning shot down Jennifer's body and exploded between
|
|
her legs. "Oh God!" she thought "I'm gonna DIE!!" She grabbed Mark's
|
|
hand and they clasped fingers, tightly, grinding their palms together in
|
|
imitation of what she wanted their bodies to be doing. Mark's other
|
|
hand was at the back of her head, holding her mouth tight to his and she
|
|
rubbed her face against Mark's, smearing cunt juices and saliva all over
|
|
his chin. Mark's tongue touched her lips and more lightning hit her.
|
|
Jennifer shook with want; pure, lust-want for her brother. She moaned
|
|
and clenched and trashed about and when Mark finally loosened his grip
|
|
on the back of her head she slipped from his grasp and rolled over, legs
|
|
spread.
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|
"Sweet Jesus" he whispered horsily. Jennifer was on her back
|
|
staring up at him, her eyes wide and round. He looked at her in
|
|
disbelief; the shear intimacy of what they had done finally starting to
|
|
register. He knelt on all fours, at right angles to Trisha's body,
|
|
listening to his sisters low, guttural moaning. Trisha took his arm.
|
|
"Mark" she said softly "tend to your sister. I'll wait."
|
|
For a long while nobody moved, nobody said anything. Jennifer
|
|
finally rolled away from the pair and sat up, then wobbled to her feet
|
|
and stumbled over to the window.
|
|
Jennifer was shaken, her body and mind reeling. She wanted her
|
|
brother so much, wanted to feel his cock inside her yet now she realized
|
|
-- with a clarity beyond question -- that it was wrong. Not in the way
|
|
others would call it wrong but nevertheless wrong. It would change the
|
|
relationship between her and Mark forever. She could no longer curl up
|
|
to him in the evenings without them both thinking of sex. She would no
|
|
longer feel comfortable telling him of her dreams, thoughts and desires.
|
|
To have sex with him meant risking something as dear and as precious to
|
|
her as Trisha's love was. Would Mark know that; would he understand?
|
|
She waited by the window, head bowed as one might wait for a final
|
|
judgement. He came up behind and put his arms around her.
|
|
"Turn around" he said softly.
|
|
Jennifer did a slow pierrot in his arms, putting her head against his
|
|
chest. Mark smelled of sex -- sweat, cunt juices, male musk -- and
|
|
between that and his hard, muscular body she trembled with want. Jennifer
|
|
wrapped her arms around her brother, holding on to him for support as
|
|
her knees grew weak.
|
|
"I'm scared" Jennifer whispered.
|
|
"I know" Mark answered. Jennifer looked up into his dark, calm eyes.
|
|
"He knows?" she thought. "Oh, please let it be so...."
|
|
"Mark, I love you. After watching you and Trish I want you so
|
|
bad my whole body aches. But I'm scared, scared of......of losing you.
|
|
Of losing a brother. If we do it, if we become, you know, lovers can
|
|
you still be a brother to me?"
|
|
Mark did not reply. Jennifer continued to gaze at him, wishing
|
|
desperately she could read his mind. She waited. Mark took a deep
|
|
breath then exhaled slowly thru pursed lips.
|
|
"No, I can't."
|
|
It was simple and direct and, at that moment, Jennifer never loved
|
|
him more. Mark understood. The rest was anti-climatic.
|
|
"Everything would change between us, right?" Jennifer asked.
|
|
"Yeah." Mark replied "Do you want that?"
|
|
"No." Jennifer answered. Mark nodded in acknowledgment and
|
|
Jennifer's body went slack. She realized now how tense she had been;
|
|
later Trisha would find the claw marks on his back where she had been
|
|
clutching. They held each in silence; Mark running a hand thru her
|
|
hair, Jennifer's leaning her head against Mark's chest and listening to
|
|
his heart beat.
|
|
"Can we still, uh, kiss and touch each other -- at least for tonight?"
|
|
Mark asked.
|
|
"OK. Yeah, I would like that." Jennifer replied. "You can, like, help
|
|
Trisha make me cum. But no more than that, big brother."
|
|
Together they walked back to the blankets and knelt on either side
|
|
of Trisha, Jennifer blowing a huge sigh of relief as her knees settled
|
|
next to Trisha's head. Trisha had gotten the gist of their conversation;
|
|
now she waited impatiently for Mark. Mark was also tired of waiting; he
|
|
had been erect for so long it was starting to hurt. He gave Trisha a
|
|
few quick caresses then with little fanfare started climbing over
|
|
Trisha's body.
|
|
"Oh no, loverboy" Trisha said, stiff-arming him "*I'm* on top." She
|
|
pushed Mark onto his back then rolled over and swiftly straddled his
|
|
waist, her pussy coming to rest directly atop his erection. Mark
|
|
groaned. Trisha leaned over and with a soft laugh brushed her long hair
|
|
over his face. She was like some big cat, playing with her prey. Mark
|
|
shoved her back and for a moment they locked arms in a play wrestle.
|
|
"Trish" he panted "why do you always call me 'loverboy'?"
|
|
"'Cuse -- I want to." She answered, grinning and breathing heavy.
|
|
"Suppose I get you pregnant?"
|
|
That stopped the wrestling. Mark had wanted to ask Trisha earlier,
|
|
but things happened so fast after he arrived that he didn't have the
|
|
chance. Now, when he very badly need to get her attention, the question
|
|
had popped into his head again.
|
|
Trisha was still leaning over Mark, hair dangling in his face, but
|
|
her playful grin was gone. She dropped her head to his chest. "You
|
|
can't" she said. "I, uh, haven't....you know....started having my
|
|
period yet." Her voice was low and soft and she sounded terribly
|
|
embarrassed.
|
|
"That's nothin' to be ashamed about." Mark said.
|
|
"It just....real personal, thats all." Then she added "You wouldn't
|
|
understand."
|
|
"Trisha, look at me." Marks voice was soft but firm, and underneath
|
|
was hurt and sadness and maybe a little anger. Slowly Trisha raised her
|
|
head. "I'm about to fuc....make love to you. That's pretty personal,
|
|
isn't it? Look, Trish: I'll do whatever you say, but I am not a
|
|
plaything. This means a lot to me too."
|
|
Trisha stared into the eyes of Jennifer's brother, then dropped her
|
|
head again. She realized Mark was right; in her desire to keep control,
|
|
to make herself safe she had put him down, forgotten that he was as much
|
|
a part of this as Jennifer was. She wanted to tell him she understood
|
|
his hurt but she did not trust her voice. Her head remained bowed until
|
|
Mark placed his hands on either side of her face. "Alright -- it's
|
|
okay" he said, then he guided her mouth to his and kissed her, full on
|
|
the lips. Trisha slowly collapsed, laying herself on top of Mark's
|
|
body. Mark began to move his hips.
|
|
At first it was hard for Mark to get the motion right; his cock
|
|
kept sliding down Trisha's moist slit or up into the cheeks of her
|
|
bottom. He moaned in frustration. "Here -- let me" Trisha grunted as
|
|
she reached behind her to guide Mark's cock towards her vagina. Once
|
|
more he thrust and this time connected; his cock head now pressed firmly
|
|
against Trisha's tight opening. Trisha froze, her breathing swallow and
|
|
fast. Mark stared intently into Trisha's face. "Be gentle with me...."
|
|
she whispered, nodding her head yes.
|
|
With slow, exonorable progress Mark entered Trisha's body. Gently
|
|
but steadily he pushed; first wedging his cock head into Trisha's tight
|
|
entrance then ever so slowly opening her up. He groaned, he strained,
|
|
Trisha pushed back and the head finally popped past the opening. Trisha
|
|
gasped, lost in a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure.
|
|
"Oh God, it feels so BIG!" she moaned.
|
|
"'Cuse your so dammed TIGHT!" Mark groaned back in response.
|
|
They stopped for a moment, Trisha resting her chin against Mark's
|
|
chest. Mark ran his hands thru Trisha's hair, brushing it from her
|
|
face, staring into the eyes of his sister's lover. Trisha sat up a
|
|
little, supporting herself on her hands. "C'mon babe" she whispered
|
|
"keep a-pushin'". She was smiling again, half drunk on sex and the feel
|
|
of Mark's warm shaft inside her. Her pussy was relaxing, the natural
|
|
juices really starting to flow, and when Mark started moving again he
|
|
quickly filled her young vagina, burying himself to the hilt. "Oh MAN,
|
|
this feels good" Trisha moaned as she ground her clit against Mark's
|
|
thick pubic mat. They were locked together, wet sex to wet sex, Trisha
|
|
trying to shove Mark deeper. He dropped his hips to the blankets then
|
|
plunged into her again. "Fuck meeeeeeee!" Trisha wailed, throwing her
|
|
head back in ecstasy. Mark, finally getting the rhythm, pistoned his
|
|
teenage cock in and out of her body.
|
|
All the while Jennifer had been kneeling next to Mark's head and
|
|
when Trisha threw her head back Jennifer bent over and covered Trisha's
|
|
mouth with her own, stifling any further cries. They kissed; wet and
|
|
sloppy and with lots of tongue. For Jennifer it was as if she were
|
|
fucking Trisha as well. Her hands were everywhere; tugging at Trisha's
|
|
swollen nipples, caressing her back, sliding down her stomach. "Oh
|
|
Jenny!" Trisha gasped when she realized what Jennifer was up to.
|
|
Jennifer cupped her mons and with rapid, feathery strokes fingered her
|
|
clit. With her pussy full of Mark's cock and her mouth full of
|
|
Jennifer's tongue the added sensation was to much. Ripping her mouth
|
|
from Jennifer's Trisha collapsed onto Mark's body and came.
|
|
|
|
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH.....YES!YES!YES!OHYES!OHYES!OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHYES!"
|
|
|
|
Mark, desperately gripping Trisha's writhing body, could not
|
|
believe the shear intensity of Trisha's orgasm. Trisha clawed at his
|
|
shoulders, then bit his chest, then seconds later he joined Trisha in
|
|
climax. "I'm CUUUUUUMMMMMMING..." Mark yelled as the semen spilled from
|
|
his cock. Hot wetness spread throughout Trisha's cunny and she
|
|
shuddered as a second, quick orgasm shot thru her. Mark kept pumping
|
|
his hips and squirting and Trisha, riding Mark's bucking pelvis, thought
|
|
he would never stop. He finally did, but not before burying himself
|
|
deep into Trisha's vagina as he emptied the last of his seed into her
|
|
drenched pussy. When he finished he had just enough strength left to
|
|
wrap his arms around Trisha's limp body and roll them both onto their
|
|
sides. Jennifer fell down next to Trisha and threw her arms over the
|
|
pair, holding them both as tight as she could. Thus they remained;
|
|
Trisha cradled between the two, softly repeating Mark's name over and
|
|
over.
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|
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|
|
After Mark and Trisha recovered there was little talk. The girls
|
|
would occasionally reach across and fondle one another but mostly they
|
|
lay quiet in the afterglow; Trisha wedged in between Mark's hard body
|
|
and Jennifer's softness.
|
|
"Sooooo good" Trisha finally broke the silence. "To have both of
|
|
you..." She smiled at Jennifer. "That was my favorite fantasy, you
|
|
know."
|
|
"I know." Jennifer replied "It was mine also."
|
|
"Mine too" Mark added with a grin.
|
|
When the laughter died down Trisha asked Jennifer if there was
|
|
anything she could do for her. Jennifer closed her eyes. "Ummmm...do
|
|
you have enough left to make me come once more?"
|
|
"Yeah, sure. Mouth or hand?"
|
|
"Oh, a little of both I guess. Save your mouth for last though."
|
|
With lots of touching and rubbing of bodies Jennifer and Trisha
|
|
exchanged places. "Let Trish do the work" Jennifer murmured as she
|
|
settled in next to her brother "but when I come I wanna feel your
|
|
body all over me, got it?"
|
|
The took turns with her. Mark was hesitant and a bit shy at first
|
|
but as he watched Trisha and Jennifer exchange passion filled
|
|
soul-kisses he understood. With gentle hands he cupped his sisters
|
|
breasts, pulling at the stiff nipples with thumb and forefinger while
|
|
Trisha slithered down Jennifer's body to licked her firm cones.
|
|
Jennifer groaned, lolling her head back and forth as Mark scooted up her
|
|
body to replace Trisha. For a few crazy seconds brother and sister
|
|
stared at each other then Jennifer grabbed Mark's head and mashed his
|
|
mouth over hers. Trisha, watching Mark's cheeks concave around his
|
|
sisters tongue, realized what Jennifer must have felt like when watching
|
|
her suck Mark's cock.
|
|
"Jeez, it *is* sexy" Trisha whispered. Mark broke the kiss long
|
|
enough to turn and give her a lopsided grin. Jennifer, totally lost in
|
|
the moment, groaned louder.
|
|
Trisha's hand finally made its way to Jennifer's bare cunny but she
|
|
had barley touched Jennifer's clit when Jennifer arched her back and
|
|
came; a small, silent orgasm that caught everyone off guard. "Some more
|
|
-- please?" Jennifer asked after she caught her breath. Trisha and Mark
|
|
exchanged glances, then while Trisha slid down Jennifer's body to kneel
|
|
between her legs Mark very carefully lay his body across his sister's.
|
|
With broad, long strokes of her tongue Trisha lapped Jennifer's pussy,
|
|
tasting one last time the sweet juices of her lover's cunny. Mark
|
|
caught the scream in his mouth and then Jennifer, exhausted and
|
|
completely sated, fell asleep in her brother's arms.
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|
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|
It was the warm September morning sun on her face and Trisha's soft
|
|
voice that finally woke her.
|
|
"Dam! -- I wish he wouldn't do that."
|
|
Slowly and very stiffly Jennifer rolled over and opened her eyes.
|
|
Trisha sat up on her elbows, staring at the pillow that lay between her
|
|
and Jennifer. All that remained of Mark's presence was a depression
|
|
where his head once lay.
|
|
"G'Morning" Jennifer managed.
|
|
"Good morning, my love" Trisha replied, still staring at the pillow.
|
|
"Do you suppose this is just Mark or a general trait of all males?"
|
|
Trisha laughed softly and Jennifer guessed that she wasn't *too* put out
|
|
with her brother.
|
|
"So, how do you feel?"
|
|
Trisha thru her head back and purred. "Ohhhhh.....wonderful....
|
|
happy....loved..." she paused, looking down at her matted pubic hair
|
|
"...a little sore." She grinned. "After you zonked off we, uh, did it
|
|
again. A couple of times -- kinda wore each other out." Trisha's voice
|
|
trailed into silence, her thoughts a million miles away.
|
|
"Any regrets?" Jennifer asked.
|
|
"No." Trisha shook her head "You?"
|
|
"No."
|
|
"Are you and Mark ever gonna, you know, make it with each other?"
|
|
"No." That answer was final. For a long while Trisha was silent.
|
|
"C'mon," she sighed at last "lets get cleaned up."
|
|
For a final time they showered together then dressed and headed
|
|
down the hall to the kitchen. Mark was munching his way thru a bowl of
|
|
cereal; he stopped eating long enough to exchange a shy smile with his
|
|
sister. For Trisha it was rather awkward and she refused to join them
|
|
for breakfast, saying she had to be getting home. When Mark finished he
|
|
grabbed his bike helmet and back pack and disappeared, leaving Jennifer
|
|
to wander around the now silent house.
|
|
Trisha's leaving was finally beginning to sink in and Jennifer spent
|
|
most of the morning sitting quietly on the living room couch thinking,
|
|
recalling and remembering: Scenes from the night before. Their very
|
|
first sleepover. That crazy afternoon when she walked in on Trisha.
|
|
Laying in Trisha's arms one morning as the grey light of dawn came thru
|
|
the bedroom window; exhausted yet exhilarated after a night of non-stop
|
|
lovemaking. The first time they met. The images cascaded together in
|
|
sweet, hazy impressions of love and sex and she vowed that whatever
|
|
happened, she would not forget.
|
|
It was mid afternoon before Mark arrived back home. He marched in
|
|
the front door, hot and sweaty, the bike helmet dangling in one hand,
|
|
and from his look of exhaustion Jennifer knew he had been doing some hard
|
|
riding.
|
|
"Where ya been?" Jennifer asked.
|
|
"Out and around" was his only reply. He flopped on the couch and
|
|
draped one arm around his sister's shoulder. Jennifer leaned her head
|
|
on Mark's and that's how their dad found them an hour later: triangled
|
|
together, dozing.
|
|
"Hey you two" he said with a bemused smile, shaking them awake
|
|
"Trisha would like to say goodbye to you both before she leaves."
|
|
Mark and Jennifer stumbled outside, eyes blinking in the bright
|
|
afternoon sun, and crossed the yard to Trisha's house. Trisha stood in
|
|
the driveway, casually leaning against her parents car, arms folded.
|
|
Trisha's dad was busy throwing suitcases into the trunk and urging Trisha
|
|
to hurry up while Trisha's mom sat silently in the drivers seat, her
|
|
face a mask of non-emotion. Trisha slowly unfolded her arms and stepped
|
|
forward.
|
|
The two girls stood face to face, as close as they could without
|
|
touching. Later there would be tears, Jennifer was sure of that, but
|
|
for now her emotions were spent. She suspected that it was the same for
|
|
Trisha; for the first time that week she looked calm and at peace with
|
|
herself. "It's strange" Jennifer thought "I do my crying after she
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leaves, Trisha does her's before...." and then she noticed Trisha's
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face. She was grinning, her eyes full of little girl naughtiness.
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"You wanna shock the hell out of my mom?" Trisha asked. Her voice
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was casual but the wicked little grin remained.
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It took Jennifer a moment, but she figured it out. Returning
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Trisha's smile with an even bigger one she raised her head and opened
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her mouth. She stood waiting -- eyes closed, face turned to the warm
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afternoon sun -- and then Trisha's lips were on hers. The kiss wasn't
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held long and Trisha didn't try and swap tongues as she was so wont to
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do but, for Jennifer anyway, it was perfect -- and the muted choking
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sound from Trisha's mom made it even more so.
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Trisha turned to Mark and for a few seconds they exchanged small,
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knowing smiles.
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"You take good care of your sis, understand?" she said "And
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yourself to, OK?" Trisha paused, then mouthed a silent "Thank you,
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Mark."
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"Your welcome" Mark replied then, looking at his sister, raised his arm.
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Palm extended. Fingers apart.
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No words were spoken. Jennifer nodded yes and Trisha, very
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carefully, interlaced fingers with Mark. They held, then broke. Trisha
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turned and walked back to the car, opened the door and climbed in.
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Almost before her bottom hit the seat Mrs. Collins gunned the car down
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the driveway. Jennifer, squinting against the late afternoon glare,
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watched silently as the car rolled down the street then, with a glint of
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sunlight off the back window, it turned the corner and was gone.
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---- Epilog -----
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Jennifer was right, she cried: buckets of tears into her brothers
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arms that evening, then two nights later at the dinner table she started
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weeping and couldn't stop. It was embarrassing and painful, but it was
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the release she needed. She curled up on the couch and bawled, and when
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no more tears came she slept. Later that evening, much calmer now after
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her catharsis, she sat with her father and they talked. Words replaced
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tears as Jennifer explained to him how she had fallen deeply in love
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with her best friend -- hinting where she could at how sexual their
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relationship really was. He nodded and smiled when appropriate, but
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mostly he just listened. He never questioned that his daughter was
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genuinely in love, and when he finally got around to asking the
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inevitable Jennifer was as honest with him as she could be.
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"You wanna know if I'm, like, a lesbian, right?"
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"Yes, I have been wondering."
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"Well, I'm not sure. How's that?" Jennifer smiled weakly.
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"Uh -- not sure?" He sounded dubious.
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"Yes." Jennifer replied "Look dad, it's just not that simple for
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me. I'm still turned on by guys -- okay -- and I wanna, you know, have
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sex with a guy. Someday. But for right now I'm in love with Trisha. I
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don't know why -- I just am." She paused, thinking. "Maybe I'm....what's
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the word..."
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"Bisexual?" her dad offered.
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"Yeah, bisexual."
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"Whatever." He sighed deeply, shaking his head. "This is going to
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take a bit of getting use to. You know, I have -- or rather had -- a
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lecture for you on the evils of sex. I, uh, guess it's a little late
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for that." He grinned, teasing her and Jennifer smiled back.
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"Seriously," he continued "If you are sexually active now we really do
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need to have a talk -- both you and Mark. He's not a kid anymore."
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"Dad?"
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"Yes, darling."
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"Don't worry to much. I'll be OK."
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Jennifer and her dad stayed up to watch the 11 o'clock news, then
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with a promise to continue their discussion tomorrow she headed down the
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hall to her room. She stopped by Mark's room to say goodnight but he
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was fast asleep, laying fully dressed on top of the bed. "What the
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heck" she shrugged, then walked over and kissed him on the cheek.
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"Goodnight" she whispered softly.
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"Trish.." Mark mumbled.
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Jennifer sadly smiled. "Things are tough all over" she thought.
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Climbing onto the bed she caressed the side of his face until he relaxed
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then, curling up next to her brother, Jennifer drifted off to sleep.
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I'd like to thank my wife; both for her understanding and
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patience with me while I spent many a long night at the keyboard - and
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also for her considerable editorial help ("Steve, that sentence is so
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long I can't finish it in one breath -- rewrite it!") Thank you darling.
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Until next time.....
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Regards, S.P.
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